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ca1ly · 2 months

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it's been a while since I've checked Tumblr and stalked (NOT IN A CREEPY WAY!) this acc, still love it. */chef kiss*

Gun and Goo with Reader: Manga Raws

G/N. Silly.

Gun has a headache. The type of throbbing that starts at the temples before spreading across his entire skull, his ears and jaw and neck, that would leave a weaker person debilitated.

Fortunately he is not weak. Unfortunately, he still needs to put up with you and Goo.

"Please?"

Goo takes one look at you, and mimics your expression, "Yeah, please?"

Gun peers, features not indicating any discomfort, impassively into yours and Goo's face. Both batting your eyelashes at him, mouth pulled down, bottom lip jutting out in a way some would describe as cute and pitiful.

He takes one drag of his cigarette then blows the smoke in your direction.

It has the desired effect.

Goo reels back, spluttering and waving the fumes away and pulling you back with him.

"Say something!" He stage-whispers into your ear.

"Like what?"

"Anything! I don't care. Do whatever. Get on your knees and beg or blow-"

"Stop if you don't want me to pluck out your tongue," You shove the blonde roughly, eyes narrowing at his words.

There's a huff of amusement behind you and you seize your opportunity.

"Gun," you coo, "The manga raws are out, the translations are always shit and delayed. You're fluent in Japanese. Of course we were gonna ask you. It's gonna take five minutes, tops." Your reasoning falls on deaf ears and Gun raises an eyebrow in your direction.

It's time for your trump card.

"I know you have a headache. You know that we won't stop being annoying until you help us. And we all know that that headache can get much much worse."

Goo nods enthusiastically in your peripheral vision.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, Gun begrudging caves, "Fine-"

"Oh!" You weren't sure it was going to work, "Thanks-"

"Except," Gun throws Goo a smirk, "You can't tell Goo what happens."

You give Goo a thumbs up behind your back at the same time as you grin and say, "Deal!"

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ca1ly · 4 months

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Lookism x Reader: Simps

G/N. Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim. Just stupid and silly.

Goo calls Gun a simp.

He says it mocking and derisive as if it is something to be ashamed of.

Maybe it is. Gun doesn't know what a simp is. Goo opens his mouth and most of the time only shit comes out. Gun isn't about to ask and neither does he care.

"Wrapped around Y/N's finger," Goo sneers and that, Gun understands.

Maybe that's true too. He still aims a punch at the blonde's head.

.

Leaning over Gun's shoulder, you peer at the search box and chuckle, "Simp? Why are you searching for simp?"

"I'm researching what it means."

"Huh." Your brows knit together, wondering how he came across the term, when this is the kind of person who likes to text in either simple emojis or full sentences and no inbetween, has no idea about pop culture references and terminologies, and you had to teach him what the eggplant emoji actually meant.

A lightbulb goes off.

A Cheshire cat smile creeps over your face, " Did Goo Kim call you a simp?"

Gun turns towards you, traces of annoyance on his face, "He did."

"Well, aren't you?"

He looks down at the definition of simp again, doesn't really understand why it's meant as an insult, when at the crux of it, for Gun, it's simply someone attentive and devoted to their partner.

Gun grumbles, but he supposes: Yes. For you, he is a simp.

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Kenta and Ryuhei are Executives.

Part of the exclusive club of Senior Management at Workers yet they both wait patiently in line at the coffee bar as their assistants (and yours) fidgets behind them.

"They're worried," Kenta murmurs in his native tongue.

"Why?" Ryuhei glances over and indeed all three appear concerned.

"That you think they can't do their jobs."

"It's just a coffee." Ryuhei shrugs, "Anyone can get a coffee."

"Exactly," Kenta wonders if he's being deliberately obtuse. "And it's expected that assistants get the coffee. They think they're doing something wrong because you're here."

"I know how Y/N likes their coffee."

"So does their assistant."

"I know precisely how Y/N likes their coffee."

Kenta sees the beginnings of a sulk, Ryuhei's bottom lip starting to jut out and the furrow of his brows, and sighs.

Ryuhei is being deliberately obtuse. It's not even a particularly adventurous order. Even Kenta knows how you like your coffee, having unfortunately been dragged here by his friend enough times.

They both shuffle forwards.

"One large Americano. No sugar, no milk," Kenta demonstrates, rattling off your drink of choice to the barista.

It's difficult to get wrong.

Ryuhei gasps dramatically at Kenta stealing his thunder, and receives an eye roll in return. Who cares about who places the order? Ryuhei is going to be the one that hand delivers the coffee anyway, then hang around you all afternoon being a nuisance.

"You're such a simp." Kenta complains.

Any hint of indignation disappears, and a wide cheerful grin spreads over the blonde’s face.

"I know!"

.

For someone of Jake Kim's size, he can be surprisingly sleuthy.

He pokes his head into the room, where the majority of his inner circle sits, hears both his and your name being mentioned and his ears perk up.

Oh?

With quiet, measured movements, sneaks over to the table, and slides into the empty space between Jason and Jerry.

"-I can't believe he is such a simp!" Brad chuckles.

"He really is," Jason agrees.

Jake leans forward, "Who is?"

Lua rolls her eyes, "Jake!"

"Me?"

Hasn't this guy kept up with the conversation? "Yeah, obviously!" Lineman adds-

And then eyes widening in shock, recoils sharply. As does the rest of the table.

Jake?! When did?! How?! What?

An uncomfortable silence descends, festers, stretches taut-

Snaps, when Jake raises his eyebrows and asks the group, "I'm a simp, huh?"

Jerry, his ever loyal sword, speaks for the first time. "You are."

Jake considers it, thinks about himself, thinks about you and his eyes soften. He grins, toothy and lovestruck, "I am."

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ca1ly · 4 months

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Gun Park x Goo Kim: Nabe

Sorta 479 spoilers but not really. I couldn't resist. Fluffy.

"What's that?"

Goo pokes around the pot with some stray chopsticks, glasses steaming up from the heat.

Gun plucks the offending utensils from the blonde's fingers. "Yosenabe," and snaps it in half.

"Which is?"

"Nabe. A type of stew."

"Whatever, looks and smells like shit,"

"That's fine because you're not having any,"

Goo’s head whips around, eyes narrowing in annoyance, "What! You miser!"

Trying to focus on preparing the ingredients, arranging the greens and meat and seafood, Gun attempts to tune out his partner's voice.

"After all I do for you! You tight ass!"

It's not working. His voice is particularly aggravating tonight. Sense of personal space especially lacking.

"You're not even going to share? You selfish dick! I can't believe-"

Gun grits his teeth and spits out "Fine."

"You fuck-" A pause. A blink. "Fine?"

"Fine you can have some."

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Resting his chin on Gun's shoulder, Goo inspects the chopping board. The ingredients look good, fresh. Blade slightly blunt, knife skills obviously nowhere near as good as himself, but it'll do.

Almost-

"Why aren't you cutting the shiitake all pretty?"

Goo feels the shoulder tensing.

"You know, like when people cut a star into it."

“...”

"But I suppose you can barely hold a knife."

"..."

"Can you make the carrots flower shaped?"

"..."

"That's probably too advanced for you."

Goo swipes at a piece and Gun laments not cutting off his fingers in time. "This one is so much bigger!" It's not. "You can't even cut them to equal size-"

"Get the fuck out of my kitchen."

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Goo chews on a prawn. It's delicious. Tender and succulent and he tells Gun it's not bad. Passable. It'll do for his refined palate.

Receives a huff of amusement in response as Gun tucks into his own serving.

The nabe does wonders to warm them both on this cold night. Peaceful, companionable silence only broken by occasional bowls being refilled, noodles being slurped, hums of appreciation.

Goo wonders if maybe he himself is a cliche, and the way to his heart really is through his stomach.

Munching on a flower shaped carrot and picking his way around the pretty mushrooms with a star carved into it, he finds a flush on his cheeks and a warmth in his chest that has nothing to do with the food and everything to do with the man that sits opposite.

"You're not going to eat those?" Gun frowns. After that bastard specifically made a fuss over them too.

Staring at the shiitake in disgust, Goo can't bear to stomach them even if they do look more appetising tonight.

Pretending to gag, "Ew no, I hate mushrooms!"

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ca1ly · 5 months

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Some other lookism memes I found on tiktok.

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ca1ly · 5 months

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Gun Park x Reader: Daydream

G/N. Soft.

Gun finds himself daydreaming.

An activity usually reserved for those with their head in the clouds, star gazers and idealists.

He is none of those things.

His mind is in reality. Two feet are solidly on the ground. Fists steadily breaking noses, ribs, limbs.

Yet.

Even amongst the stench of blood, bones cracking and tendons snapping, he can't stop thinking about you. Thoughts that used to be occupied with money making and successors and fighting have been replaced.

Supplanted with glimpses of your sweet smile and bright eyes. Of sanguine scenes together, candlelit dates and tangled bedsheets; a future with you by his side. Hazy and hued and rose tinted.

The distraction, change in demeanour doesn't go unnoticed. But if Goo had thought it a problem, he hasn't said a word (though his knowing looks say enough).

Jobs are still done, tasks still ticked, missions still completed. They go home with their bank accounts higher and bloodthirst quenched.

If anything, Gun fights harder. Executes with laser focus and a startling efficiency. A surprising but not unwelcome byproduct of wanting to see you sooner.

He's more amicable to Goo's rambles and absent minded chatter. Used to half listen to it anyway, now he lets the words float over him. Insults and all. Thoughts preoccupied with you in his past and present and future.

Even with all Gun's musings, the reality is unimaginably better. When he comes home to find you. Pull your body into his, press your lips to yours, your breath on his neck-

It does not, can not, will never compare.

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ca1ly · 6 months

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Lookism x Reader: Vulnerability

(Vin, Gun, Goo). G/N mostly. Soft.

Vin Jin

"Vin, you're the best!"

He preens under your praise. Glowing amongst the arcade lights and cheap fluorescence.

Vin had said no the first time you asked for a prize from the claw machine. Even as you pouted and whined and handed over pocketfuls of 500 wons.

"What about me?" Vin asks, lip curling and looking down at you with your coins. "What about my time? What do I get?"

"What do you want?" You're snippy and suspicious. Preparing for his ego to inflate and wax lyrical about how special he is.

'You' is what Vin wants to say. He looks into your eyes but you can't see his. Hidden behind his shades and his seven tints, yet it can't dim how he feels about you.

He can't stand how much you're on his mind, cramping his style and his flow.

However. Admitting it would be even more detrimental to his reputation.

He's half-tempted to tell you to fuck off. Go away. Out of sight and out of mind.

It's on the tip of his tongue most days... But then again. Days without you would be worse, so much worse.

So he bites it and holds it, torn between wanting you to go and never leave his side.

You snatch the plushie and give Vin a gigawatt smile. He's glad he didn't say no. That this has become a habit most days after school, some weekends too.

And that the way you squeeze the stuffed toy tight to your side, often extends to him.

Right on cue, you launch yourself at him. Hugging him thank you.

Vin melts into your embrace, wondering if this is what all friends do. It feels a touch too long to be just platonic. You hold him too tight for this to mean nothing.

"This one is my favourite," you smile against his neck, "You're my favourite too."

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Gun Park

The first time Gun's voice breaks and wavers, you feel your knees going weak.

His usual firm, steady confidence - arrogance most would say - that you thought might be the sexiest thing on earth, is nothing compared to this.

Hesitancy. A crack in his defences. Vulnerability. It's music to your ears.

Of course you've told him this many many times before. It slipped out months ago during a night together and you felt him freeze mid-motion. That split second stretching into an eternity before continuing on in earnest. Intimacy and intensity heightened by your declaration.

After, you don't retract it. You don't apologise and blame it on being sex-drunk.

Afterwards, Gun doesn't ignore it. Can't, doesn't want to pretend you didn't confess to being in love with him.

He returns your affection in his own way. Handles you like you're precious and special. Gives you more of his time and attention. An admission with anything else but words.

He never says it back, but makes you feel like it's fine. So you told him time and time again. Received small smiles, eyes softening, kisses in return.

Yet today.

Seeing your clothes mingled with his. The way you have invaded his home and left your touch everywhere. Feels your presence in everything he does.

Gun feels the words force its way out like a primal urge. And he has always been one to chase his primal urges.

Confesses curled around your back, holding you tight in his arms.

"Love you too,"

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Goo Kim

You're not sensitive.

Sensitivity and being delicate are not traits that Goo Kim searches for in a partner.

You give him as good as you get. Sometimes shocking him, rendering him speechless, with the venom and insults you can spit, before he cracks into a wide toothy grin.

"Princess," he purrs, equal malice and affection in his voice, "I knew I liked you for a reason."

And you would wear that statement with pride. Being an equal with Goo Kim. You're strong. You can take him at his most deranged and he doesn't need to hold back for you.

You swallow any hurt and pain, and conceal it all with a smile to match his.

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"Stop. Don't be mean to me."

You're at the end of your tether and you're losing grip on your sanity. Work from the last few weeks have built up into an insurmountable mountain of stress.

Couple that with Goo being at his most unhinged tonight, you can't deal. You don't have the capacity.

And for once, you don't mind admitting that outloud. You don't even care how much you will drop in his estimation.

Still. You can't face him as you say this. You can't help but cringe at how much it comes out as a plea.

Goo's initial reaction is 'nope,' and do the exact opposite. Except. It's you.

He considers it. Observes how you now refuse to meet his eyes when usually they are fierce and full of fire.

Goo hasn't missed the way your brightness has been sapped. Depleted and drained by whatever is troubling you. Forgotten that he can drop the mask he has worn for so long, but hasn't found anyone worth dropping it for. And maybe, it's been the same for you.

"Ok, ok," Goo holds his palms up in surrender.

Surprised, you whip your head to stare at him, worry blossoming on your face that you've ruined whatever this is between you-

Then you see his eyes. No mischief, no scheming. They're impossibly fond.

"Anything for my Princess."

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ca1ly · 6 months

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Hello love may i request the sending them lingerie pics but with gun, goo, samuel and Jake?

SNEAK PEEK!

Pairing: gun, goo, Samuel, jake x f! Reader

Warning: sexual theme, doggy style mentioned, mating press!

A/n : it’s finished finally omg.

★ GUN PARK / PARK JONGGUN

Sending this man nudes wasn’t an weird thing at all, considering how much you guys fucked and how dirty you two were together he didn’t blush at the sight of your pictures but when you sent him a black lace set lingerie with his favorite material he couldn’t help but grip his steering wheel wishing he was done driving crystal around.

Finally when he’s off the clock he immediately raced back home to his beloved sinner <3

Watching gun slam the door open and immediately go towards you taking off his blazer he grabs you up and lifts you attaching his lips to yours, and you both propped onto the he couch.

“Show me that set, I wanna see it up close.”

Lifting up your shirt teasingly making him pout jokingly you hurried up revealing the top then strip teasing him while lowering your shorts slowly until he got tired and huffed tugging them down faster and then whistling.

“Do a twirl for me baby, I wanna see the back to..”

But when you twirl he immediately slaps your ass causing you to yelp and he chuckles dragging you down onto his lap when he attaches his lips again but onto to your neck making you shift against his hard on making him groan.

“You look so pretty f’me beauty, now I wanna see it all messed up,”

And with that he sneaks his fingers down your laced underwear and latches onto your neck while you let out noises he loved.

You were worth dropping Crystal off without meeting the chairman. <3

★GOO KIM / KIM JONGOO

oh god this man, this man LOVES nude pictures I’m even sure he would jerk off to them privately while cursing and moaning your name beautifully and whining like a damn baby

He’s filthy , but when you send him a lingerie picture with his favorite color that he told you to get earlier he immediately got off a broken and defeated gang member he just beat up and his eyes beamed reflecting them on his glasses . Stepping over the injured men he skipped to his car saying: my baby is waiting at home, I’ll deal with you all later

“Darling! Where are you? Let me see ya in the set! Don’t be a tease come on out-“

And there you were standing and losing hands on your hips and eyes batting at him, he couldn’t help the smirk grow on his face and he could just cum right there and then if it weren’t for his tight pants holding back the monster wanting to be released.

“Do you like it, goo?”

“Like it? I love it! It matches you perfectly I know I made the right choice telling you to get it why don’t you listen to me first!”

“Just come over here and fuck me moron.”

“Yes ma’am!”

While walking towards you you could swear a flashing light just beamed in his eyes and he throws his glasses away immediately pouncing on you causing a small yell to leave your throat , at the same night you left real ones leave your mouth <3

★ SAMUEL SEO / SEO SEONGEUN

Samuel loves you a lot, your voice your laugh your taking your looks…your nudes. And ofc lingerie pictures , when he’s fighting he knows you’ll send him one but what he didn’t ex left is you to send one while he’s in a meeting with Eugene and the rest..

A small ping caused everyone to turn to Samuel, ‘didn’t I turn off my phone?’ He asked his self pulling his phone from his pocket and when he clicked on your notification immediately taking him to your picture he didn’t notice ryuhei behind him and heard a small uh noise turning to ryuhei he glared making the blondie swear he only liked Mitsuki.. he cursed at you but at the same time he loved it the fact that ryuhei knows your his and just how lucky he is. He couldn’t wait to come back home

“I swear I only have eyes for Mitsuki! She’s all yours I promise-“

“Get out of my face and don’t even look at my phone again without permission.”

Samuel sighed once ryuhei left and the meeting was over, he walked towards the exit to take a small smoking break he called your number and waited after 3 buzzes to pass until you picked up.

“Hey Sammy, liked the picture?”

“Not only I, but a co worker to, now he’s seen lucky bastard..don’t do that again without a warning.”

“Didn’t you like it?” “ I did , but next time-“

“Fine I got it I learned my lesson! When are you done with work?”

“I’ll call you when, and it seems like I gotta teach you another lesson when I come back home.. your in for it.”

“What-“

Before you could protest Samuel hung up leaning his head against the wall he was already imagining you crying on his cock, sucking on it gagging and his hand pushing your head down further while your pathetic eyes looked back up for mercy only to be met with his evil dark ones, how you’d bounce your ass back on him and back arched moaning for more and how you-

“Samuel, Eugene said you’d drive us to the location.”

Fuck, Eli jang. He hated how whenever he’d have these thinking moments of you someone always interrupts. He was holding his self back from slamming Eli into the wall but instead just groaned and walked towards the car with both Eli and Warren following suit.

Guess he’d recreate those scenarios at home for your ‘ lesson’ <3

★ JAKE KIM / GIMYEONG KIM

ah the leader of big deal , fearless and powerful sweet and caring , perverted and mean when he’s balls deep inside you. Your pathetic cries and protests all get silenced when he pushes his lips aggressively against yours and just keeps pounding away

Why? Since you thought sending him a lingerie picture while he was busy trying to fill in papers to get sinu back, since he hadn’t been giving you attention and you decided to act bratty. Now facing the consequences once he slammed the door open.

“you say I’m not giving you attention? Have you gotten lonely my love, my apologies I’ll make up for it now.”

Jake Kim now pushing you further into the bed and legs dangling on his shoulders all while he held the back of your thighs to push into your chest almost near your ears .

“H-hah’ your mean! Stupid…fuhk!!-“

“That’s not nice , you say that but your gripping on to me for dear life look.”

Jake pulls out slowly making you gasp and look up at him with desperate eyes for him to push back into your soaking hole that was clenching around air desperate for friction. Anything, now rubbing back against the tip of his cock whining and he just keeps pulling away holding you in place by your thighs.

“Aht aht aht, didn’t you say I’m stupid? I guess I’ll keep my stupid disease away from you.”

“No! Put it back in…please Jake I’m sorry, I want more don’t pull out fuck!”

“Ask nicely and I might.”

“Fucking put it into me, please moron!”

“It was worth a shot.”

Guess he had to fuck the bratiness out of you, looks like a long night ahead. <3

★ ok byeeeeeeee

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ca1ly · 6 months

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i wish i could show ya'all how bad my handsare shaking rn

because fgyfshbk i cant i cany

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ca1ly · 6 months

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i might just pop kid out at this point

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ca1ly · 6 months

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Goo Kim x Reader: Dating (feat. Gun)

G/N. Requested. Fluff

"Who is this mysterious sexy man?" Goo chuckles, "It's ME!"

He thrusts the trashy tabloid in Gun's face. That ridiculous headline and Goo's mug plastered on the front page, arm around one of the most sought after K-Pop idols.

Mysterious? Sexy?

Gun peers at the photo and thinks that Goo looks like how he always does.

An idiot.

Lips stretched into an open mouthed grin. Eyes crinkled. Hideously garish suit. Ridiculous bleached hair.

Some of his meagre charm must be doing something though, because the idol's smile reflects his. A touch more sane, a lot more sincere, and very much besotted if the way they're looking at the blonde is anything to go by.

"They're boring though," Goo leans back, studies the idol's face that he is casually bedding and dismisses them.

One word, cutting and cruel: "Next."

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"Either answer it, or turn it off."

"Nope!"

Gun glares at him. The phone continues to vibrate, buzzing noisily on the table.

It stops.

For now-

One..

Two...

Three...

And like clockwork.-

It starts ringing again.

Just like it has done for the last ten minutes.

Fuck this. Gun grabs the device and hurls it onto the floor. It smashes with excessive force, a complete overkill, into the marble tiles.

The screen cracks, flashes, then dies.

"You're doing me a favour," Goo taps his long fingers against the table, unconcerned and disinterested, peering out the window, "They were getting clingy."

They being the supermodel that walked the Paris runway last week. Graced the front cover of the September Issue the week before.

It didn't matter.

His interest putters out like it always does. Goo is done with them.

.

"Ewwwww, tasteless!"

Gun catches a glimpse of a suit nestled in a gift box, logos of one of the most expensive and exclusive fashion houses adorn the tissue paper.

"Throw it away! Trash it!" Goo instructs and the HNH assistant scurries away.

"Ugh," The blonde pulls a face, as if the lingering presence of the ugly garment is still offending his delicate sensibilities.

Grabs his phone (new and top of the line) out of his pocket and makes a show of blocking someone.

He throws his arm around Gun's shoulder.

"You'd think a chaebol heir-" Stressing chaebol and heir with a smug waggle of the eyebrows, "-would have better taste. I can't be with someone with such awful style!"

Gun pushes him away, "I don't care. Shut up."

.

Goo has a new obsession.

Used to let his phone ring out. Used to ghost people for days, weeks, months, before reaching out again. (If he does reach out, that is.) Relish in playing mind games and gaslighting.

Now he picks up after the second ring. Murmurs, voice cooing and sickly sweet, into his phone.

Excuses himself "I have to take this," and walks out of meetings with Charles Choi and the HNH board.

Is unavailable on weekends and evenings. Snaps "I'm busy," when Gun offers the moneymaker a chance to make more money.

Then the new obsession turns into an ongoing obsession.

.

Your name flashes on Goo's phone screen.

Your name is one that Gun has, against his will, grown familiar with.

He has heard more than his fair share of your interests and hobbies. How great you are, how talented, how wonderful. The way your hair gleams in the light, how your eyes sparkle when you laugh. How you always beat Goo in games, "Y/N must be cheating!" he would screech.

And, according to Goo, has the most deliciously mean sense of humour. "You could never be as funny as Y/N." Goo sneers, as if it was a competition. As if Gun ever wanted to be seen as funny. Or to make Goo fucking Kim laugh.

Gun couldn't give a shit. Gun couldn't care less. But since when did Goo care what Gun thinks.

So Goo rambles, voice rushed and excited, telling him everything about you even when Gun tells him to shut the fuck up and tries to uppercut him on the jaw.

.

"You're getting too attached." Gun tells him one day. Not that Gun cares, but Goo Kim happy is insufferable.

He expects a glare, an insult. Eyes narrowed behind glasses and venom.

Goo's response surprises him. Gun never expected this.

A shrug and a lopsided smile. Goo is resigned to his fate. "Yeah," he agrees.

He knows he is too attached to you, and he has no intention of ever changing that.

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ca1ly · 6 months

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my new cause of depression .

Thinking a lil too hard abt Gun, Goo, and Samuel who's gf broke up w them but they just can't throw out all the stuff she left behind at their placess

Man, you want pain huh. Maybe even... OOC pain?!

Your box of belongings: Gun, Goo, Samuel

The men with no heart, no place for sentiment, cannot let go. The final piece of the jigsaw that signals the end.

A box of your things, of happier memories sit in a corner. Barely out of sight, never out of mind.

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Gun Park

Gun sends you a text, once. Curt and to the point, asking you to pick up your things.

You don't respond.

He waits until the date he has mentioned. Seated alone in his oversized penthouse, waiting for the buzz of the door from sun up to sun down.

You never come.

He waits a few more days; it stretches into a week.

And finally, he gives up hope.

He takes your things down to the trash, ready to be collected. A box full of happier times. When he still had you by his side every night. Your laugh gracing his evenings, and your full attention on him.

Gun wants to move on, he needs to move on.

The universe has other plans when the box isn't collected that day, or the next. Every time he leaves his penthouse, it sits in his eyeline, mocking and taunting. Parts of a former life poking out.

He gives in to a little indulgence the day that it finally disappears. Retrieves all the polaroids sat under the punishing sun for days. Had never understood why you preferred the sentimentality of impractical instant photos when a superior phone camera exists.

But as Gun sits and continues to wait night after night, listening for the sound of your footsteps and the buzzer of his front door, he examines the photos. The way you smiled at him, the way he looked at you, over and over and over.

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Goo Kim

Goo is mean.

Meaner than he ever has been. Barely concealed with a deranged smile and an unhinged laugh. The barbs are sharper than ever before. Even his saccharine demeanour is not enough to offset his deliberate cruelty.

Gun is on the receiving end more often than not.

He's used to his blonde partner and all his eccentricities and he blocks it out most of the time. Gives him a warning look when he pushes it too far, continues to push it, and it ends in blows.

Crystal and Kouji are less used to him. Not sure if this is a Goo Kim licking his wounds or whether he's just in a more vicious mood than usual.

But when the night is quiet, his brain overthinks. Goo is left with no defence, no armour, for his own vulnerabilities.

He faces your forgotten box of things in the corner, the empty space in his bed, alone.

Finds that there are no distractions for the constant ache that has settled in the pit of his stomach since the day you left.

Takes your favourite t-shirt; one of his that you commandeered in the early days, that still smells faintly of you and holds it in his grip.

Pathetic and pitiful, sighing and wallowing, and imagines he's holding you instead.

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Samuel Seo

Samuel works later and later.

Avoids the box of your things, his apartment tainted with your touch. Sends a closed eyes, closed lip smile to anyone that comments on his work ethic. How he almost lives in his office, the bags under his eyes growing by the day.

Eugene offers corporate niceties and faux concerns. But Samuel can read between the lines. What Eugene actually means is "get a grip."

Understands that he only cares about the bottom line, and Samuel's job has no room for mistakes due to personal issues.

The days blur into one. His work is impeccable as always. He keeps up appearances.

But even his simpering colleagues with their admiring glances does nothing to pick up his mood or ego.

He thinks of the box haunting him. Sitting in his apartment. A tangible symbol of another failure in his life, of how he wasn't enough.

Yet he can't bring himself to remove it, to remove the final traces of you in his life.

So Samuel avoids it. Avoids his apartment, what was once your home too. Prays the reports and meetings and calls and the corporate humdrum will bring him peace once more.

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ca1ly · 6 months

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Lookism men x wife!reader

characters included; Gun, Goo and Jake. reader is fem, nicknames(dear, sweetkins, princess etc) , characters are aged up, SFW, fluff fluff AND fluff.

A/N: after finishing lookism, i couldn't stay silent any longer, i HAD to write for them despite literally having no idea how to, i suppose that this is the first time i'm writing something properly, haha. Anyways, have fun reading <3

_____ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚_______

. . . . . ╰──╮Park JongGun╭──╯ . . . . .

Gun aged like a fine wine, you must admit. The day you laid your eyes on him for the first time ever still replayed in your mind, although you wouldn't really admit it. Witnessing with a new student while you were just chasing around your cat was the least thing you expected, and that attidute of his, you didn't expect that either. You were 16 at that time, young and full of life. Life was dready sometimes, that's a fact that no one could never get rid of including you, but who cares? We're here to have fun, and that's how you lived your life. When you gave Gun a slight smile along with a wave for the first time, he just replied with a single glance and turned away. He was odd, you thought. You were familiar with the most of the students in your school, and since he was a new face, you just wanted to greet him kindly. And how did that thug react? Exactly.

That's when that guy, who's name you learned later sucesfully inserted himself in the bad side of you, you could easily tell that he was a delinquent from the way you looked, but still you can't judge a book by its cover, but including that attitude with that presence? yeah, he definetely was a delinquent.

You just had no idea how the time melted so quick, the guy who used to be nothing but a delinquent in your eyes years ago was now behind you, arms roaming around your waist, stroking you as if you were a sculpture while you were just trying to cook dinner. ''Dear,'' you call out, a smile unconsciously appearing in your lips. ''Go take a shower first, you must be tired after work.''

He almost purrs while nibbling on the side of your neck, ''I am. So let me reduce my exhaustion.'' You could feel him inhaling your scent, lips contacting with your skin, leaving several soft kisses which caused you to giggle slightly. ''Alright, enough. Go shower, dinner's almost ready.'' You turn your head, leaning closer to him. knowing what you were up to, he moves his face to the side, his cheek waiting to feel your lips on it. Expecting to greet with his cheek, you greet with his lips instead, tasting the cigaratte at the same time. Damn it, you think. You fell for this move again. The chuckles coming from him while he makes his way to the bathroom only increases the heat of your cheeks. With a sigh, you continue to cook, a smile on your face.

. . . . . ╰──╮Goo Kim ╭──╯ . . . . .

''Princess!~'' cooed Goo, grinning with his full teeth, seeming utterly excited on whatever he was about to show you. ''Guess what just happened.''

''What?'' You answer, pair of eyes still glued to your phone, which instantly goes noticed by your husband. A frown already on his face, he leans his head to your phone, blocking you from the view of your phone. ''Look at me, not at the phone.'' He narrows his eyes and gives you that pout. You put your phone aside, now your full attention on your needy husband. Resting his head on your lap, he gives you a cheeky smile.

''Guess what day tomorrow is!''

''September 11th?'' You ask, one eyebrow slightly raising as you played dumb.

''Yes it is but, that wasn't the answer i was looking for.'' His lips quivers, before he tilts his head ''Don't tell me that you forgot, Y/N~'' He whines, which was when you decide that it was the time to drop the mask. A chuckle could be heard from you as you gaze down at him.

"Silly. what do you think that i was searching at my phone?''

''Wha- hey, you're just trying to change the topic now!''

''No im not, dumbass. I was searching for places to spend your anniversary.''

''Stop trying to change the to- Oh.'' Hearing those words causes the pout replace with a smile which easily reached his ears. ''Aww, sweetkins!'' In a blink of an eye, Goo was now straddling your lap, throwing his arms around your neck while he buried your head on his chest, rubbing your head on his chest as he hugged you. ''I knew that you didn't forget about it!''

'' 'Course i didn't forget, how could i- Goo get the hell away from me i cant breathe.''

''Oh.'' From his facial expression you clarify that he forgot how heavy and muscular he was for a moment. Now, you were the one on top of him, sitting on his laps as he hugged you, grinning up at you through your chest. ''Better now?''Your hand extends to his blond hand on its own as you smile back. ''Better.''

. . . . . ╰──╮ Jake Kim ╭──╯ . . . . .

You were gazing at the big deal street with your husband, head resting on his shoulder, his hand slowly stroking your waist, keeping you close as the cheerful talks of the people mixed with each other on the background while you both enjoyed each other's company in silence ''How odd.'' You break the silence first, recalling memories. ''Years passed, yet, this street still looks the same.'' Glancing up towards Jake, your smile widened at the sight of the smile displaying on your beloved's lips.

His irises' attention was now on you instead of the street as he smirked. ''How odd.'' He repeated your sentence, ''Years passed, yet, you're still beautiful as you were before.'' lips slightly parting away, you couldn't even reply to that sudden compliment, but your face sure did, which earned a loud laugh from your husband as he brought you closer, while you frowned, eyes on your shoes, attempting to hide your red cheeks despite already being aware that it wouldn't work.

''Damn you romancist.''

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ca1ly · 6 months

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evie may i request a drabble of soft, loving gun? maybe like on a day off where he just relaxes with the reader? maybe a bit suggestive too, whatever you’d like i just wanna see him happy and a bit clingy lmao

YES GUN REQUEST, IVE BEEN WAITING and thanks for using evie, makes me all bubbly inside ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Soft Jonggun drabble

Word count: 445

"This is new," you snickered at the man snuggling into your shoulder. He laid on top of your body, crushing you with his weight, Gun once said something along the lines of 'you'll get stronger if I lay on you awhile every day from now'.

What a shitty excuse.

"Shut up," he grumbled into the crevice of your neck. You laughed at his grumpy tone, he's such a big softie when it comes to you. "Scratch my back," he joked.

"Who do you think I am you jerk," you smack his head, eyes widening as you heard his faint laugh. Gun quickly realized his sudden expression, he coughed to cover the hearty laughter he accidentally let out.

"Fuck, don't you bring that up," Gun sighed, though he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it for the next few weeks. "AWW GUN, do that again!" you eagerly patted his back, making him actually cough at the 'gentle' taps.

He groaned as you kept rambling about his slip up, saying how he's just a big baby after all. Gun couldn't keep his grin from hiding any longer, this might be the only time he was ever grateful to Charles for the short break he gave him.

You smiled at his relaxed state, this was one of those rare moments where you don't see him exhausted and covered in blood, and you cherish everyone one of them. You felt him placing small pecks on your collar and he soon lifted himself up, giving you a sweet, long kiss on your lips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his hand slithered inside your shirt, caressing the soft skin on your waist.

"I love you," you whispered.

You noticed those words bothered Gun a bit, it bothered him that he couldn't return your simple gesture. Seeing the troubled look on his face made you chuckle, you knew he cared for you like no other, even if he could not express it. "It's okay Gun, I'm patient unlike you."

He only gave you a small smile before leaning in for another kiss, oh how he loved you for your patience. How you would wait for him to come home every night knowing he might not even be alive. How you know he appreciated little moments like this so freaking much he would trade his life to make this a minute longer.

But the one thing you didn't know, was that in the middle of the night, Gun would lovingly brush away the hairs on your face. He'd feel at peace looking at your sleeping figure, and soon words would leave Gun's mouth without his permission...

"I love you too y/n, so fucking much."

This was supposably short since it's only drabble but it's really cute to me (^///^) and it somehow got longer than I anticipated. I changed my writing posts' format a little isn't it kinda cute hehe

THIS CAME OUT SO EARL WTF IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SINCE IT WAS REQUEST LIKE A DAY AGO BUT UH so I am terribly sorry to those that requested a long time ago🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️ and it's nearly my birthday/EXAM so I won't be active!

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ca1ly · 6 months

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can't believe the fact that both of them are wanted criminals now, and one of them is clinically insane while the other has lost the only family he had... fuck charles choi and gapryong kim's bum asses for ruining my babygirls' happiness

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