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royaltyoon · 1 year

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GUN X READER

Deal with the devil

[A/N]

I actually like this one, it's a little long but I made the reader badass asf.

It's not the most realistic, but which fic ever is?

Tw: mentions of weaponry and death threats. Implied intercourse (?)

You stood at the entrance of the bigdeal streets. According to your calculations, he should be here soon. You were in charge of all the money statistics in the crew and you knew the amount was falling short. You knew he would visit sooner or later.

His entrance was right on cue, as if you summoned the devil himself. It wouldn't be beneath him to be the incarnation of the devil either. So the aim wasn't far off.

"We need to talk." If gun had as much as seen your face before he would've thought you both knew eachother. "And who are you?" He stopped right in front of you, holding his umbrella, shielding him from the rain. You couldn't say the same with your wet clothes and hair matting up, falling flat in its place.

"that doesn't matter. But I can't let you meet jake. Not when I know what the conversation is going to be about."

"so you know." He said, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his foot. "I wondered who was in charge of all the finances after Samuel left. Guess that's you."

You bit the inside of your cheek, so much for being a secret. "I'm not here to beat him up, you should've known that too." His dark eyes stared straight into your soul.

"I do. But it's not a good time to have that conversation either." You knew jake was under too much pressure, especially after whatever happened with sinu. This topic would only put more on his plate than there needs to be. Jake was like an older brother to you, and you tried your best to repay whatever kindness he paid you.

"unfortunately, I don't take orders from you." He took a step to the right, dismissing your presence. You move in front of him again, blocking his way. "Are you planning on fighting me? Even you should know that's a losing bet for you." He raised an eyebrow.

He was not phased by your determined stance. "Alright let's make this interesting. Land a hit on me and I'll leave. You have a minute." His voice had a daring tone.

"I'm extremely good at taekwondo, are you sure a hit is all I need?" Pretending to be tough doesn't always pan out, but it's still worth a try.

You took his silence as a yes. You knew your skills weren't nearly enough to even touch him, so you had to work around it. You needed more than simply brawns.

"predictable." His voice was bored when he blocked your kick. "Pathetic." It rang out again. He didn't even have to keep his umbrella down, the power gap was just that much.

He held your ankle right before it could hit his face. Using it to your advantage, you try to twist your way out of it. "You know it's no use-" He fell silent as a small *tak* sound was made.

His left his grip on your foot and brought his hand to his eye. "Was that a stone?" His voice grew louder. "Mh-hm. My aim is impeccable." You shrugged, a grin breaking out but it dropped just as quickly.

You ducked as his fist reached out to you. "Hey now. A deal is a deal. You said you'd leave if I land a hit. And I did. You didn't mention it had to be physical contact" You could tell he wasn't happy to hear that. "Joongoo would've approved of you" he mumbles. Before turning back.

He stops half way, "Next time we meet, I won't go easy." He says without looking back.

"Next time we meet, I'll bring a gun." (I mean like a pistol. Lol)

--- (few months in the future)---

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to open the door. Knowing the devil is on the other side really made you not want to. Big deals monetary status hadn't improved much since the last time. And you knew the next visit by him wouldn't be just a warning.

So you thought of the only way this would play out in your favour was if you went to him before he came to you.

Finally opening the door to his office and making your entrance. "Missed me?" You grin, putting on your tough facade again.

He took a few seconds to register the scene before he spoke. "Not in the slightest." His tilted his head to look behind you, seeing a body laying unconscious. "So the taekwondo wasn't just a ruse?" He asked. "Maybe not" you shrugged.

"I kept our promise, you know." You dug into your pocket, bringing out a gun (a pistol) and lazily twirling it around your fingers. It didn't do much to change his expression. Rather it seems you intrigued him more.

"There's one bullet in this. And you know I won't miss. So hear me out." You demanded, a smirk laying on your face and you leaned forward against his table. "Give big deal some more time."

He leaned back on his chair. "And why would I?"

"Or I'm the only one walking out of this room alive."

He smirks, "what do you have up your sleeve this time? You couldn't have just walked into the lions den without a plan?" Gun was more interested in your guts to stand against him rather than worry if it would be his last. He knew it wouldn't be.

"Of course." You smile. "If a big deal member takes out the infamous 'gun'. Big deal would make too many enemies. Stronger ones even. So you see, I left big deal three days ago." His eyebrow arched in surprise. But his silence urged you to continue.

"I left a note and everything." Your hand flailed in the air. "In these three days, I met with your precious leaders of the other crews."

"If you die today. The entire workers affiliate would come to aid bid deal if your acquaintances still manage to pin the blame on big deal. That little nerd with specs? He seemed too enthused to get rid of you." You twirled the pistol in your hand again.

Gun smirked, it gave off creepy vibes which almost made you lose your confidence. "God dog? He didn't seem too inclined to make a deal. He's got that lone wolf drama going on. But I know he wants to get rid of you too and he doesn't like being in-debt to anyone. He'd come to the rescue if the problem ever rises."

"Olly." You sighed. "He was a little tough to convince. But the second i mentioned Eli Jang, he was on board." Gun's expression turned serious at the mention of Eli's name. "And guess what?" You smiled wider. "I have a lead on his whereabouts."

"You're lying." Gun straightened himself. "Or am I?" You challenge him with a grin.

"So, what's your decision. The balls in your court now." You stood up straight, aim the gun(pistol) where his stone cold heart should be.

"You won't pull the trigger." He laughs.

"why not?"

"I see your hand trembling. You don't have the guts."

"or was it all an act." As if on the cue of your words, your hand steadies itself, moving to aim at his head now. "Oh, and if you think you fight i won't be able to shoot you." You throw a decorative piece from his table up in the air and shoot a bullet hitting it perfectly causing it to disintegrate in the air. "My aim? Impeccable. Even on moving objects."

"Didn't you say the gun had only one bullet?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or was that a lie?" You say, bringing back the gun and aiming it at this head. "So, your answer?"

"I shouldn't have called you Samuels replacement. You're better." He grins creepily again. "How do I know you're not lying about making deals with the other crews?"

"you don't." You smile. "It's up to you to risk it."

He laughs, "You've impressed me. I'll give big deal 2 months."

"Make it four and I might let you in on the lead about Eli Jang."

"Alright."

---(few weeks in the future)---

"How did you know you'd find me here?" You said lighting a cigarette. "Where else would you be other than the big deal streets. It had to be a lie that you left the crew." He said, stepping out of the dark.

"it was." You smile, the cigarette hanging between your lips. Taking it out and passing it to him, you blew out smoke.

He accepted the cigarette, leaning against the alley wall beside you. It was silent for a while "What brings you here?" You looked at him from the corner of your eye. He dropped the cigarette and put out the butt. "You." He said and pushed himself off the wall.

"wha- before you could complete your sentence, he brought his lips against yours. His hand traveled under your ear bringing you closer. It was hard not to kiss back when it felt so intoxicating. You were convinced he was the devil, no one else could be this tempting.

You pulled away to breathe, but he pulled you back to him. Pushing you into the wall with rough hands. He tasted like cigarettes, the addictive kind.

You took him up to your room that night after he snaked his hand under your shirt and you had no will to stop him. That gave rise to a 'no strings attached' agreement between the two. You made a deal with the devil.

---(three months in the future)---

"This ends the second you hurt jake." You said in between breaths. "Why." He shoved you against the wall harder, his hands pressed against your waist. "Are you talking about someone else when I'm right here." He bit down on your lower lip until you voiced out a moan. And he smirked in satisfaction.

Gun had come to grow accustomed to you, to your body. He knew what would make you moan or even scream. And he got accustomed to hearing your sounds more than he'd like to accept.

It had been a while since someone had impressed him like you did. He liked the danger, the thrill. He liked the sensation, he liked yo-

No, no he didn't. It is a 'foes with benefits' situation. That's it, nothing more nothing less. That's what gun told himself.

---(one month in the future)---

Gun stood in the rain. He just took care of jake and disqualified big deal.

For some reason, it felt heavy. Everything did. But mostly, it was his chest.

*tak* a small pebble hit him on the back of his head. He knew exactly who it was.

Another pebble followed, and then another.

He finally turned around and looked at you. Your eyes red, but no tears escaped them. You flicked another stone at him. Your last one. "Fuck you." You seethed

"That's exactly what you've been doing all this while." He smirks

"Go to hell." You hissed, turning your back to him. You couldn't stay there a second longer.

"That's exactly where I'll be going." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. He looked at you, as your figure got smaller and smaller and finally merged with the horizon.

He clicked his tongue and himself left the place. But not before he bent down and picked a pebble you threw at him and shoving it into his pocket.

You should've known a deal with the deal would never end well.

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randynova · 2 years

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Requesting a gun (lookism) x reader smut please

sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖚𝖓 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? : ʏᴇs

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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𝐴.𝑁. : 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡!

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His fingers graze the soft flesh of your tits, trailing down past your stomach, his rough calloused hands giving firm squeezes to your thighs as you continue to bounce on his cock, digging his nails into the tender skin. His dark gaze couldn't help but stay focused on your parted folds, glistening under the glow of the street lights as he stretched it to the brim.

"Fuck, keep… ah— keep going…," Gun grunts, hips snapping up into your slick cunt. His breathing gets heavier as the warm walls of your pussy pushed against him, constricting around his girth. His movement falters for a second. Perhaps it was the time crunch or the fact it's been days since the two of you were intimate, but Gun felt himself unraveling quickly. Eyes shutting tight, he pants, "Just like that— ngh…!"

A series of broken moans slip past your lips, a small mixture of sobs and chants of his name resonating in the small room of the car, only spurring him on to fuck you harder. Tears lear your eyes as you struggle to continue riding him, hips stuttering as you can no longer meet the man's powerful thrusts. You were practically melting against him.

A small part of you feared someone may come along and look into the car window, peering in only to see the notorious gangster splitting your cunt open as you rode him like a pathetic slut.

Gripping onto his shoulders, your movements stop for a moment, only for Gun to slam you back down onto him, eliciting a high-pitched cry from you. You look down and meet his burning gaze, a scowl on his face as a growl rumbles in his chest. "What, shit— you wanna stop now..? After begging me for hours like a damn whore? Huh?!"

Without breaking eye contact, Gun pistons his cock back into you, ignoring the way you clawed at his chest, tits bouncing with every forceful roll of his hips, too engrossed with the way your pussy spasms over his shaft to stop now.

"No, if you wanna act like a damn whore, then I'll fucking treat you like one…," he grits, keeping you in place as he fucks you mercilessly, cockhead ramming into your womb, his lower abdomen tightening. He pays no mind to your broken pleas, merely hissing out,

"I'm not even close to being done."

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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redwolfxx · 8 months

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Not a Simp

Gun x Reader

Tags: Gender wasn't specified so I did gender neutral, this is fluff, 3rd person POV, kinda short. OOC Gun. ----------- A/N:Thanks for the request -----------------------------------------------------------------

To 99% of those that knew Gun, they would believe him to be the worst person in existence and could only ever imagine him being loved by his reflection. With an enemy list taller than the Empire State building, Gun was not one to be trifled with.

However, that 1% believed him to be the stars to their world. That 1% was (y/n).

Gun isn't always the most lovable, but when Gun loves, he loves.

At first their relationship was one of friends, they met (in an alley as (y/n) beat someone up/at a cafe where (y/n) worked - choose your own story). It was an interesting first meeting, it was simple really, Gun fell in love at first sight. Although he would never admit to that, it was y/n who fell first after all.

Truth be told, Gun probably loved them more than they would ever come to know. If someone looked at them the wrong way, Gun would make it so they never existed. Gun would do whatever he could for them because they loved him.

(Y/n) taught Gun to love, y/n taught Gun a lot of things actually. (Y/n) saw Gun as a human, not a monster. For every ounce of love (y/n) gave, Gun would return it tenfold.

Gun hid (y/n) from the world, Goo being the only one to know their relationship, seeing as he would harass Gun until Gun finally would give in.

It would become a regular occurrence to have Goo come over on weekends, weekdays, and basically every day to hang out with the two. Gun didn't appreciate that, but how could he say no to (y/n), they were always so happy when Goo would come over to hang out.

(Y/n) was smart, a (major) graduate from (university name), had started their own business and could see the best anyone, even monsters. But, (y/n) could be oblivious at times: (y/n) would miss the stares of others that would follow them across the room, the disappearance of coworkers that always got a little to touchy, the men in black suits who would follow her for her safety. But, why would (y/n) notice when they knew that Gun would save them, no matter what.

Gun would do anything for (y/n), Gun would buy Gucci for them, Gun would murder for them, Gun would do anything.

In other words, or more specifically Goo's:

"Gun is a simp" (Goo)

"What? No." (Crystal on phone)

"Crystal, I swear he is, just listen. (Y/N) come here." (Goo on phone)

"What is it?" (Y/N)

"Follow along, I'm going to put on an Oscar winning performance of my death. When that is done I need you to say ow as quietly as possible." (Goo)

"aHem ahEm, GUUN I'VE BEEN STABBED CALL 911! I WON'T MAKE IT, TELL MY MONEY I LOVE HER. I FEEL THE BLOOD LEAVING MY BODY!! CALL 911! GUUUUNNNN HELLLLPP MEEE!!" (Goo)

*Gun doesn't respond*

"ow" (Y/N)

"WHAT! WHAT,! (Y/N)!! ARE YOU OKAY, DO YOU NEED TO GO TO THE HOSP-" (Gun)

"Simp" (Goo)

*ends call with Crystal*

"They have you wrapped around their finger tough guy"

"You can leave"

.........

Hope you enjoyed!

#lookism x reader #x reader #lookism gun x reader #jong gun x reader #simp

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anticapitalistclown · 2 months

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Hello! Can you do when they saw reader and their baby girl or boy sleeping together on the bed hc's? 🙊

omg sure! <3

since the characters aren't specified, I'll do the ones I get requested the most, if you don't mind.

Jake, Gun and Vin Jin reacting to reader and their baby sleeping together on the bed headcanons

Jake

he doesn't mind when his kids sneak in your shared bed

honestly, he appreciates the parenthood times, enjoying every hour he gets to spend with his kids, and you, his beloved family.

and finding you sleeping, snuggled with the life you both created, just melts his heart.

After a long day that he had out with the old big deal boys, Jake rushed home to his family, he sure had a great time with his friends, but it was late, and he so understands how hard it is to put both your sons to sleep.

Quietly he made his way into the bedroom, listening the sounds from the TV, there you were deep asleep, snuggling with your eldest son, your arms hugging him with care, his face resting on your chest, Jake knows from first hand how comforting it is to sleep hearing your heartbeat, your hold protecting the ones who are in, telling them that everything was fine there in your arms, he kissed your forehead. He directed his eyes to the youngest, he was awake, sitting next to you and your son, his eyes focused on the cartoons, his tiny hands not leaving the remote.

He sighted and closed the TV, too much screen would be bad for the baby, Jake held the youngest in his arms, rubbing the little one's back with his hand, walking around the apartment in order to make him sleep. It was successfully done, Jake didn't last long to join you on bed, your youngest sleeping close to his father.

Gun

Gun is the first one to spoil your daughter, so if his child is afraid, dad would not hesitate to bring her up to your shared bed.

having that little child in his arms, knowing that he can make her feel protected (because honestly she is truly protected) just calms him, as a father, he feels so grateful to have that child in his life.

you understood that co-sleeping was something normal in Japan, but doing whatever your daughter wants will just worse her attitude.

After finally getting home, he quietly made his way to your bedroom, spotting you cuddling with your daughter, and he was the one who had to take the blame for spoiling her?

He closed the light to prevent waking you both, his lips kissing the tip of your nose, making you grunt "shh, keep sleeping" he caressed your hair, putting some strands behind your ear, then his hand caressing your daughter's cheek. Then his eyes admiring her features, that silky black hair she got from him, her eyebrows she got from you, her nose she got from him, her cute lips, that always arcs in a smile whenever she sees him, that were just same as yours.

"thank you" he murmured, admiring you and the life you both created together, watching you both sleep until he joined soon after.

Vin Jin

he spent part of his childhood sleeping next to his mother, so he has no problem on having your daughter join you to sleep.

Vin is the one who tends to spoil her more, joking with her or extending bedtime in order to play more with her, that of course makes her to prefer sleeping with dad and mom.

also, since both of you work, having time with your daughter is quite difficult so even if it's sleeping together, Vin just wants to spend time with his family.

The weather was snowy, it was so cold that Vin just wanted to be home asap, while he was shivering from the cold, in his head he could only think of his daughter, hoping that she wasn't cold "I'll bring her to sleep with us".

When he got home he sighed with relief as he felt the warmth of home. He went to his daughter's room to take her to sleep with mom and dad, but he found her bed empty.

When he entered his room, he found you and your daughter sleeping snuggled, he smiled to himself, grateful of being able to see you both every day. He joined you both waking unintentionally you both "dad is cold" your daughter murmured, her little arms hugging him, your leg wrapped around his waist "we have to warm daddy" you murmured, Vin hugged you both on his arms, receiving your warmth

#lookism #lookism x reader #jake kim #kim gimyung #vin jin #jin hobin #park gun #park jonggun #park jong gun #jong gun

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bubbless-s · 15 days

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Can you please write dating headcanons for Gun park, 𝐉ichang 𝐊wak and 𝐒eongji 𝐘uk? Thank you ❤️

↳-Dating hc for Gun Park,Jichang Kwak and Seongji Yuk-༉‧₊˚✧

-ʚɞ warnings: none

-ʚɞ genre: fluff, slightly suggestive/nsfw

-ʚɞ a/n: reader is gn

Gun Park

✧ Spoils you rotten.

✧ Legit buys you whatever you want.

✧ Knows exactly how you like your coffee. You don’t like coffee? He will get you hot chocolate instead.

✧ Slightly over protective of you. (Not very slightly actually big over protective.)

✧ God forbid someone made you uncomfortable. Instant death.

✧ Dates would include going to fancy restaurants.

✧ Secretly likes getting his hair played with.

✧ You guys would also occasionally shower together.

✧ Really really likes seeing you in his clothes.

✧ Secretly has forehead pictures of you.

✧ After the deed lovemaking he doesn’t fall asleep till you do

Jichang Kwak

⭒ You guys have matching pijamas.

⭒ That man genuinely doesn’t know how to use emojis ‘someone just died 💀💀😭😭’

⭒ You said as a joke once ‘smoke a cigarette today and I will top you next time during..’ then magically he didn’t smoke for a whole week.

⭒ Loves LOVESSS you holding his pinkie.

⭒ Puts his glasses on you during yk.

⭒ Makes you clean his glasses.

⭒ I feel like if he is gifting you something it would be jewelry.

⭒ Also if you prefer a specific brand do not send him to buy it to you. He WILL buy the wrong thing.

⭒ Dates would include fishing together or star glazing during a picnic.

⭒ You cook (if you want to) or he orders something. lazy ass

⭒ Not ashamed to tie your shoes.

Seongji Yuk

𖦹 He makes you tanghulu candy.

𖦹 Matching wallpapers.does he have a phone?

𖦹 Dates would include building blanket forts together!

𖦹 ‘What else can them fingers do?’ (A lot)

𖦹 Doesn’t really know how to show his affection so he might hug you out of the blue.

𖦹 After he gets used to you, he’s very clingy.

𖦹 Kiss his fingers pls :( as return he will kiss your forehead or chin.

𖦹 Loves when you put your head on his shoulder.

𖦹 Very very secretly a cuddle bug.

𖦹 Praises you infront of others A LOT.

𖦹 Giggles and smiles only around you.

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lychee-drinks · 1 year

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hewwo!!!! open requests??? don't mind if i do!!!

could you write some headcanons of gun and goo (separate) falling in love with a ridiculously strong (male if you can if not can be whatever) reader. like reader is strong enough to yeet people away with a flick of their wrist. unfortunately tho reader is poor as shit like daniel level poor. bbuuutttt they don't really care for money and just want to live peacefully. i wanna see the two fighting obssessed dummies pine for someone who doesn't want their money and will kick their asses if they bother them.

Headcanons for Gun and Goo falling in love with a strong, but poor Male! Reader who doesn’t care and wants a peaceful life

(A/N) It’s been awhile since I last really wrote headcanons like this so sorry if it kinda sucks or is too detailed because I kinda wrote a lot 🙏. Also do use he/him pronouns like once for reader in this.

Jonggun Park

When Gun first met you, it was infatuation at first sight. There was a big fight with many of the main cast that you somehow got yourself caught up in. Showing off your strength, Gun took off his glasses and was amazed.

After you managed to fight off some fodder fighters, Gun approached you with an offer.

“Join me, and you’ll be making hundreds of thousands.”

You obviously rejected and returned to your business.

Gun was really pissed, but he tossed it aside and decided to remember your name. But you definitely stayed on his mind, and he thought about you nonstop. He’d be hanging out with Goo and suddenly, he gets reminded that you just completely walked out on his offer and gets pissed.

But it wasn’t like how it was when he met Zack, Vasco and all the other guys. His infatuation was even deeper. Gun never heard of you before because you managed to keep such a low life. So, he did a bit of digging and learned that you were dirt poor.

So, Gun’s wondering why the hell you don’t want to become a fighter or crew later that could be making hundreds of thousands to help your current situation.

So, one day, he finds you out in public and approaches you.

“Fight me.”

You were clearly bothered. All you were doing were running errands and Gun, the guy who’s always involved in this gang stuff that you despise is asking you to fight him.

And Gun’s somewhat offended. He continues to ask you why. And you’re really annoyed, you list your reasons such as wanting to live a peaceful life, and the money didn’t matter to you if your life was always gonna be on the line.

He’s only a little bit more questioning until you turn around and try to kick him away. He barely blocks it, but there is a gear in him that turns at the kick. After that kick, he couldn’t help but just let you go.

So, it goes on. Gun’s thinking of you, every other encounter you get with him, he’s asking for you to join him and you reject. It almost always ends in you punching or kicking him.

Goo teases him, “You’ve got a crush on that guy don’t you.”

And Gun sits back and realizes that that might just be the case. Gun didn’t care when he saw a lot of the other cast members show off their skills. Your form was perfect, you didn’t want his money, you wanted a peaceful life, you cared about all the people in your life and… you were kinda handsome.

So, Gun really does have a crush on you. He can’t tell if it’s really just infatuation because you’re strong or that maybe it’s something more that he never felt, but he’s determined to get to know you.

Gun approaches you again. No offers except he just wants to know if you want to eat with him. It’s a lot different from how he usually is you notice. He caught you on a bad day where you had to miss days at work because you were sick, so you barely had anything to eat that day. Hesitantly you agree.

The two of you eat, and at the same time you get to know each other. He’s asking about your life, and you tell him. You grew up poor and still are, but if it means living a peaceful life, then you’d rather stay that way then get involved with gangs.

Although Gun’s usually quiet and reserved, he opens up. If he was going to explore this strange infatuation, then the least he could do was talk about his life when you knew so much.

But just as you thought this would be a normal interaction of two people, Gun asks to fight you at the end of it. And you’re obviously pissed and decline. But that’s not the end of him in your life.

Joongoo Kim

Usually, Goo is the type to mess around. His first encounter with you is him witnessing you fight. He’s blown away, glasses falling off his ears blown away.

You make eye contact and ignore him, ready to just leave, but he approaches you and is upfront.

“Become my secret friend.” He tells you, and you say no, walking off. He even offered you money, but you declined.

Goo talks with Gun about you. How Goo met some cool guy recently and is very impressed by his talent (you). Goo is certain that he’ll cross paths with you again so, next time, he’ll just fight you.

The two of you meet again eventually. It’s another gang war that you didn’t want to but got dragged into. Goo has a sword aimed at you, he’s not gonna take the fight seriously. but he wants to test you.

Pissed off, you decide to go against him, but you weren’t gonna full on fight. Just try him out.

Your hits are strong, strong enough for him to take it seriously. He’s struggling trying to block your attacks, which he likes. But once Goo is pinned down, you punch the concrete next to his face.

“I don’t want to be involved in any of this gang shit.” And storm off.

Goo does his own researching on you, and he discovers that you’re dirt poor and a strong fighter. So, he’s confused as to why you’re not exploiting your skills to get involved with him and Gun. Because he’s seen it before.

One day you and him meet again, faced to face. He’s got a weapon in one hand aimed at you, “Why aren’t you taking my money?”

You tell him that this gang stuff isn’t something you want long term. You want a peaceful life, even if it means you’re poor. It’s a typical story he’s probably heard millions of times, someone who would rather be poor over having millions. But he feels a bit of sympathy for you.

When one gets involved in gangs, intentionally or not, it’s hard to escape it. But each time Goo meets you, it’s after some kind of fighting event. And he just asks you in his cheerful tone to join him, take his money, or both. And obviously you reject.

Gun points out that Goo seems to have a crush on you or something because Gun has never seen Goo act so persistent with anybody. And it hits Goo. Maybe it’s the playing hard to get, but he’s curious about you and will stay persistent.

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evacado3 · 1 year

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Request: Could I request a Gun x reader where we kind of get his perspective of him recounting the times he's realized he has feelings for y/n? Or maybe Gun and y/n doing something mundane like baking?

Recollecting time

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The sunlight peaks through the gap of the curtains, yet the bright light doesn't seem to wake your sleeping figure. With your head on his chest and arms wrapped around his waist, Gun recalls the blessed moments he has experienced with you and only you.

Your little snores helped him remember times when he had insomnia after nearly facing death in a tough fight. Oh how he has changed from where he would fight whenever he pleased and would even feel pleasure on his way to hell, a smirk on his charming face upon finding a worthy opponent.

Gun wouldn’t dare enjoy these conflicts now, not when he has an angel at home waiting for his return. He thought back to those days when you held him in your warm embrace, scattering pecks all over the top of his head, where he felt the vibrations of your chest when you hummed a soft melody luring him to sleep. But it wasn't easy to stay up so late for you, so the tune that actually helped him fall into slumber was the faint snores that left your mouth.

The man looked at your figure with loving eyes, caressing your head and twirling your hair. Another flashback popped up into his head, a time where he loathed himself for letting his lover get hurt because of his careless actions. Thinking back now he would still be filled with regret and shame.

A few months ago his fellow blonde colleague was shocked by how Gun changed and wanted to get a rise out of him, so he broke your finger on purpose the first time you two met. Needless to say, Goo received a good beating that nearly sent him to satan, broken bones all over, and was forced to apologize to you.

During the first few weeks of your injury, he would help you wash your hair, which was also when he learned how to braid, use a curling iron and etc. You found out the man was a pro at washing hair, and would even give you a little head massage cause of how guilty he felt. And when the man blows dry your hair, he would even twirl it and oil it after he finished.

Gun knows that it was his fault for letting someone that hostile touch your fragile body, he then swore to protect you from any other dangers with his life. And until now no one has hurt a single hair on you.

Sighing, he continued twirling your hair in his hand until you finally noticed his actions. You slowly rubbed your eyes, opening them to find your lover staring down at you, "Go back to sleep stupid." he whispered. You whined at the insult and snuggled your face in the crook of his neck.

"You don't have to tell me twice dummy," you yawned, closing your eyes again.

Gun feels his heart race at your cute gesture. After recollecting the times he could never forget, he has only one last thought in his mind,

'God I love her so much'

bish I rewrote everything after I lost all ideas on baking with gun, so I asked anon for their favorite dessert for nothing smh, also ANONNN I FINALLY GOT THIS OUT YOU WAITED LONG ENOUGH THOUGH I FEEL LIKE IT'S A TINY BIT OFF TOPIC SO I'M SORRY🙇‍♀️ and hi guys I'm back for a day hehehehe

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yaatrickyassification · 1 year

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May i request for daniel,gun and samuel having an albino s/o pls?

Thank you for your request!

[ Daniel Park, Park Jong Gun, Samuel Seo x Gn! Reader] - Daniel, Gun, and Samuel have an albino s/o pls?

(I'm so sorry if I get things wrong.)

Daniel Park:

Being albino is cool! Wow, you’re one of the rarest humans in the world, look at that. But being rare wasn’t exactly what you wanted to have in your life, the moment you were born and have been diagnosed with albinism, it’s like a target sign was immediately put on your back: ‘I’m rare!’ Is what you can probably see if out of the blue you can see social connotations that were always left unsaid or purposely left alone in the dark.

You were quite used to people staring and ogling at you as if you were some type of celebrity in a tv show or an exotic animal that has never been seen before and it was the first time that you will ever be showcased. You are used to it, even the questions that have been frequently asked to you never change as the years pass.

You even have answers to all of the questions written on paper and seared into your mind like a kid genius, in short, you were used to it. Until you weren’t.

A lot of people ranging from kids, adults, to old people have gone and approached you in your eighteen years of life to ask about your albinism, ‘can you see properly?’, ‘what can you see?’ or something as ridiculous as asking if body parts of albino people can sell well in the market (you were asked once by a suspicious man at that time, and you were very, very tempted to call the police right then and there.)

But you weren’t mentally and socially prepared for a pretty boy who seem to be the same age as you and also adorns the same uniform to approach your vicinity with a shy smile, in the corner of your eye you can also spot him twiddling his thumbs, you nodded your head and let out a tight-lipped smile, he’s going to ask you something about your albinism, isn’t he?

You opened your mouth reading the memorized words in your mind and it all came crumbling down as you muttered a small – “why—what?” Bewildered, you fully face the guy, confusion seen on your face, and if it wasn’t the uncertainty boggling your mind you would have stared at his pretty face. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You tilted your head to the side.

Daniel’s expression contorted to several different emotions in five seconds – you can vaguely see it as confusion? Bewilderment? Or was it shyness? Daniel stared straight into your eyes for a few seconds before finally mustering up the courage to repeat his question, “I ask if you’re, okay?”

Your eyes widen to a slight degree and for the first time in your life, you have been kicked out of normalcy just by a single question from a pretty boy you just met five minutes ago, “I—I am?” Daniel paid no mind to your lack of certainty as he tilted his head to the side and let out a smile, and for a second, you thought that you could see a pink background and flowers blooming behind him, “Why— why’d you ask?” You internally slap yourself for stuttering.

Daniel sighed and turned his gaze away from yours and looked toward his fingers instead which were comfortably placed on his lap, “I heard some students talk bad about you, they called you a weirdo, a freak. Why? They haven’t even had any form of conversation with you? How can they say that? So, I reprimanded them, but they said that this was normal and you were fine with it, that’s why I wanted to ask, are you okay?” Realizing that he may have been invading your privacy, Daniel gasps and flutters his hand around.

And in your mind, the cogs have started to move and finally, it has come to a decision. You smiled and held Daniel’s smooth and slender fingers that were clear of any calluses or blisters, “I have decided.” You said with such confidence, and Daniel just sputters more as he gazes upon your intense stare.

“De—decided what?” Daniel asks nervously.

“What’s your name?” You inquire, Daniel gulps before slowly muttering his name, “d—Daniel Park.” You nodded your head in satisfaction and the hold you had on Daniel’s hands tightened as you stared into his eyes with such intensity that Daniel turned even redder (is that even possible?)

“Are you in a relationship right now?”

“…No?”

You bob your head up and down and let out a smile so bright that Daniel felt that he was sitting beside the sun, “would you like to marry me?”

“Excuse me?” Daniel Park chokes.

Park Jong Gun:

Park Jong Gun was bored, well since when wasn’t he bored? Ever since he had achieved things that weren’t normal for his age, days, months, and years passed by like a blurred image buried deep inside of his mind that stays there but will never resurface. It was all gray-scaled. Another sigh was ripped out of his mouth and Goo for the nth time (Gun never bothered to pay attention to Goo’s antics) stopped by scrolling down his phone and planted it roughly on the table and faced Gun.

His expression looks distorted, bordering between a smile and a grimace, “what is it?” Goo discarding all social cues and dos and don’ts asks Gun without any filter, the said man raises his eyebrows in confusion before opening his mouth in a eureka manner and nods to himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m bored.”

Goo scoffs and roughly bangs the wooden table of the café with an irritated expression, some customers looked their way but the two handsome men who are too engrossed in their antics paid no attention to the recognition that they were getting. “So, you’re telling me you’ve been bothering my awesome manga reading time with your sighing which I thought was a serious problem but it was actually that you’re bored? What do you want me to do huh?”

Gun shrugs and takes a sip of his extra dark coffee, Goo grimaces at the sight of the dark, putrid liquid that emitted a strong scent that can punch you awake. “Disgusting, why do you even drink black coffee?” Gun deadpans at the question as he places down the small porcelain cup on the plate it came with, with a small clink.

“So that I can stay awake. And be entertaining for once, not draining.” Goo gasps, his hands laying on his chest as he rubs it dramatically, but something flickers, in the corner of his eyes. A flicker of color was seen in his eyes and immediately his gaze tracked the new source of interest, and for a second, Gun’s mind shut down and his heartbeat rose to an unhealthy degree.

And Gun was ensnared in the webs of what people called love, before Gun could identify what he was feeling, his legs moved and beeline towards your direction. His ears paid no mind to Goo’s irritated shouts or to the people pointing fingers in your direction in which they didn’t even bother to hide, (Gun makes sure to remember all of the people’s faces who even dare to point fingers at you.) And he plops down on the seat opposite to yours with a smile that you can’t identify.

“Yes?” You inquired of the man who was sitting in front of you, the man stared for a few seconds before letting out another smile, “what’s your name?”

“And why would I tell a stranger that?” Sassy, he likes it.

“I’m Park Jong Gun but you can call me Gun.” He smoothly says, Gun can feel Goo’s bewildered stare but paid no mind to it and continued to give you his full attention.

You crossed your eyes in suspicion before getting up out of your seat and quickly made your way towards the door of the establishment, Gun sighed and Goo who was watching from the sidelines made his way towards Gun and elbowed him on the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Courting,” Gun said as a matter of fact and confidently stood up from his seat and went towards your direction without a care for the world, and for the first time in his life, Goo stumbled in his place and fell face flat on the ground.

Samuel Seo:

When he first saw you as you wandered the streets of Big Deal with a heavy expression on your face, an expression entailing carrying a burden that no one can seem to solve or as if you were hiding all of the insecurities that you can find deep, deep, inside of your soul where no one can find. Samuel immediately thought We’re the same.

No, not the same as like ‘I-choke-my-father-with-my-own-darn-hands.’ But the same feeling as knowing that they both are different but entirely the same as well. So, he walks and walks and walks and finally reaches you, and with practiced ease, a smile adorns his face and he asks a question, “what’s your name?” And maybe that was the start of a new relationship between the two black sheep of the family.

Samuel’s fingers smoothly cascaded through the strands of your hair, and you let out a heavenly sigh at the sensation. Samuel surely knows how to use his fingers (figuratively and literally.) A smile made its way to your lips as you reminisced about the time the both of you met, “say, why did you even approach me that day?” You tilted your head to the side and you felt Samuel’s fingers gently guide your head to its original position.

“Because I thought we were the same.” You turn to face the man with a confused expression on your face, and Samuel smiles as a one-word flashes inside of his mind. Cute.

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you, you looked like you were barely holding yourself together. I felt a sense of camaraderie.” You punch Samuel on his shoulder and he let out a boisterous laugh. “Kidding, kidding, but you do look like—” You glared.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” Samuel laughs and puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, and with a swift attack, he toppled over you as his hands quickly found their place and wrapped it around your waist. “Sorry, sorry. I just love teasing you.” You angrily huff and wrap your arms around the bulky man.

“I told you before, right? I wanted to be Gapryong Kim’s son, no want is an insult. More like I needed it, and maybe because of that need, I didn’t feel like I belonged with my family. I saw that in you too, so I went there and talked to you.” Silence filled the room and only your breaths were heard.

“I see.” You nod to yourself and ask the man another question, “did I have that expression on my face?” Samuel tilted his head to the side at your question, “what face?” You sigh and stare directly at Samuel’s black irises.

“The ‘I-have-family-issues-face.” Samuel blinks for a second and lets out a laugh as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Efficiently, muffling his laughter. “Why are you laughing?” You exasperatedly ask as Samuel let out another laugh that seems to shake his entire figure.

“No—nothing.” He let out a breath so short that he seems to be running for miles when really, he was just laughing his ass off, Samuel wipes the tears out of his face and look at you with his gaze, the gaze that you were so familiar with, the gaze that he had when he approaches you on the same fateful day, his gaze filled with so much love, fear, uncertainty. But you love it all the same.

“I’m Samuel Seo, what’s your name?”

“I love you.” He muttered it out with such breath that you almost didn’t manage to hear his declaration of love.

“[y/n] [l/n]?”

“I love you too, my little daddy issues.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Samuel sighs. You smiled a toothy grin and affectionately kissed the corner of his lip, “I learned from the best.”

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lokislytherin · 1 year

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言わざる // speak no evil

pairing: byelingual!park jonggun x waiter!reader

summary: yamazaki yuzuru, also known as park jonggun, is trying his damned best to learn korean for csat. despite his best efforts, his favourite bartender doesn’t seem too impressed. in other words: park jonggun hwaiting~

tags: crack, pre-canon, gun is korean by birth but raised in japan but jailed in korea so he doesn’t even know how he identifies himself anymore, canon compliant, gun might be ooc bc he’s not fighting this is calm gun

gun’s first thought upon seeing you is - damn, you’re gorgeous.

he’s been to this izakaya several times before, but he has never seen you behind the counter. maybe it’s your first day. maybe you’ve been here for a while, working the wednesday night shift, and he has just never been here on a wednesday. it’s a school night, after all. he has his csat to study for, even though he thinks he’ll fail. his korean isn’t quite up to par. he’s spent too long in juvie, and even longer in japan.

gun isn’t the only japanese person here. well, technically gun is korean, but he’s been yamazaki yuzuru, shiroi oni for so long it feels like he’s japanese instead. when he’d fought that straw-haired asshole, kim joongoo, the dumbhead had downright refused to believe gun was korean by birth. no way, he’d said with a mocking grin, hand over his jaw where gun had almost knocked his entire bottom row of teeth out, your accent’s fucking atrocious.

gun would’ve gone for round two of a fight if goo hadn’t smashed a staff into his face and almost broken his skull as well as his nose.

anyway, back to the izakaya. where gun speaks japanese, because it’s so much easier than korean to him.

gun’s been here often enough to start to recognize the regulars - hattori-san with his raspy kansai-ben, who always orders cheap beer to go with his equally cheap cigarettes and starts flirting with the whoever’s pouring his beer whenever he gets too drunk; miyamura-san, who had been sent on a year-long business trip from tokyo to seoul and drinks sake to cover up how dearly she misses her family; and there’s park jong gun himself, who always orders the same gyoza dish because it’s damn tasty, alright.

today, it’s a different person behind the counter. it’s you, who speaks kindly to miyamura-san when she weeps about homesickness. it’s you, who doesn’t hesitate to call a drunk hattori-san a cab and manhandle him out of the shop yourself when the taxi arrives. you’re around gun’s age, japanese by birth, but both your japanese and your korean, which you showcase when a korean couple wander in in search of ramen, are both better than gun’s. you don’t seem too wary about gun, either. you’re always bringing him his signature gyoza with a sweet smile, offering him helpful tips on learning korean when he brings his notebook in to study for tests. gun-chan, you tease him sometimes, study at home, not here. he doesn’t answer, too busy wondering why you don’t fear him in the slightest.

because you should.

gun is the most dangerous person in this small izakaya. you’re strong enough to manhandle hattori-san, who is drunk and balding and somewhere in his late fifties, but your wrists are thin, your legs long and slim. you’ve got that doe-eyed innocence to you too, like a newborn fawn. you’d be able to please him with your body if you didn’t break under his rough hands first.

or maybe that could be the foreplay. you’d look good, struggling not to let gun break you, fighting back with all you’ve got.

gun has no alcohol with him, but his cheeks feel a little too flushed for his own comfort. he finishes his gyoza in silence, pays you a hefty tip and refuses to take the change, and then leaves.

he’ll keep you a secret, for now. choi dongsoo doesn’t have to know about you. and neither does gun's asshole of a housemate, kim joongoo.

he comes to the izakaya once every two weeks almost religiously just to see your pretty face. every time, you greet him with a smile. at some point, it becomes a running gag between the two of you. tadaima, he’ll say as he steps in, all evidence of his, ah, after-school job carefully hidden away. okaeri, you’ll say in response, your usual gyoza? and gun will say yes, because this place, this banter, is starting to feel like home to him. nothing has ever felt like home to him. it’s hard to find peace when gun lives the life of a hired gangster.

of course, of course, peace never lasts.

because one day, after school, kim ‘fucking dumbhead who can't read social cues’ joongoo insists on following gun to the izakaya. “i’m hungry,” he complains, “it’s your cooking day today, and since you won’t cook, i’ll just get dinner with you.”

he really doesn’t want to let joongoo meet you, but joongoo's a tenacious bastard who refuses to let go even when gun is trying to choke him out in the middle of the street, so gun ends up with no choice but to bring him to meet you.

he's still squabbling with joongoo by the time he steps into the izakaya. "okaeri, gun-cha-" your eyes widen. "ara ara, gun-chan, you brought a friend?"

"yes," joongoo says at the same moment gun says "we are not friends."

you giggle, eyes bright. "okay, gun-chan and gun-chan's not friend."

"gun-chan," joongoo mouths in awe. his knowledge of japanese is limited to anime and "omae wa mou shindeiru".

gun gives him a noogie because he's too polite to get blood all over your meticulously cleaned counter. "usual gyoza for me," gun mutters to you in japanese because he knows joongoo won't understand, "and the least popular item on the menu for him."

you laugh. "hai, hai!"

you end up placing two dishes of the same gyoza in front of gun and joongoo. gun blinks. "you're kidding, right?"

"gun-chan, you're literally the only one who orders this."

joongoo digs into his gyoza with a hearty "itadakimasu!" and you laugh when he gets sauce on his stupid glasses. gun feels overwhelming jealousy gnawing at his insides. you're his. you shouldn't be laughing at joongoo unless you're mocking him.

"just between you and me," you whisper to gun over the counter, "your friend reminds me of some of the tourists i used to get at the famiresu i used to work at in japan. they'd try to speak in japanese, but their accent wouldn't be right. it's sweet to see them try."

it's all too easy to imagine you in a cute apron and matching hat, cheerfully shouting "irraishaimase!" at new customers. it's too easy, like it's a memory instead of a fantasy. "which one did you work at? denny's?" back when he was fourteen and living the overpowered tween gangster life, he’d almost gotten attached to a denny’s worker who had actually tried to help him with his schoolwork and learning korean in particular. they were sweet but authoritative. they knew how to order him around and get him to do things, and that might have been the beginning of gun’s masochistic streak, actually. gun hadn’t seen them since he got arrested and sent to juvie in korea, but now that he thinks of it, they might have looked a little like you.

maybe he’s just projecting.

“yeah! i did work at denny's, actually.” it’s only thanks to gun’s years of experience as a trained thug that he doesn’t let his surprise show. did you read his mind? “why ask?”

“i was just curious. i grew up in japan.”

“yeah, i guessed. your japanese is excellent, but your korean… you make the same mistakes as one of my old regulars, but he was fourteen and you’re what, nineteen? you mix up the i, geu, jeo words too, just less often than he did.” you hum, a distant smile on your face. “it was easy for me to remember. it’s almost the same as koko, soko, asoko, isn’t it?”

gun nods. yeah, that was how the waiter from back then taught him to memorize i, geu and jeo too. gun just messes it up nowadays when he tries to think in korean instead of japanese. you flit off to help another patron and strike up a conversation with them instead. gun had almost forgotten that he couldn’t monopolise your attention that easily.

joongoo nudges him with the most demonic smile of all time settled on his face. there’s a veggie stuck between his teeth, and oh, what wouldn’t gun do to punch it out of the way? punch joongoo so hard he chokes on his own shattered teeth? “someone’s got a crush~” he sings loudly. nobody hears him over the din of the izakaya. “i’m gonna tell the b-”

gun tips his chin up and forcefully shuts joongoo’s mouth. joongoo whimpers as he bites his tongue, but gun holds his mouth shut. “don’t you fucking dare.”

it’s not even a crush. it’s just a passing fancy. you just remind him of someone he used to know.

“we’re leaving,” gun hisses. he’s going to beat joongoo’s ass into next week. “yo, jagiya-”

joongoo chokes on a laugh, but gun can’t think of why. over here… isn’t it jagiya?

“it’s jeogiyo,” you say with a shit-eating grin. it’s cute on you, unlike on joongoo. “but if you want to call me jagiya i won’t mind either, gun-chan.”

gun remembers making that mistake, years ago. he’d mixed them up again - jeogiyo is ‘come here’, jagiya is ‘sweetheart’. joongoo laughs harder at gun’s slowly reddening cheeks. oh, he wants you so bad. he’d hurt you so good, make you cry as he calls you jagiya and carve his mark into your body the only way he knows how.

“or should i call you yucchan? yamazaki yuzuru-chan?” you lean in close, something dangerous on your face. good for you, gun is a dangerous man. “the white oni?”

gun freezes. “how-” no matter how he thinks of it, he can’t think of how you would know about shiroi oni. could it be the other patrons warning you against him? could someone have told you?

“you’ve always called me y/n-san, and i appreciate it. but do you know why i came to korea to study?”

gun shakes his head. you’ve always been y/n-san to him.

“my name is magami y/n. you killed my father. you hurt my little brother ken-chan.” gun remembers now - he remembers young magami kenta who idolised him, until he killed the patriarch of the magami clan. maybe you were sent away to the city to study, and that’s why you weren’t there. “did you really think i’d let you get away?”

gun stops you from threatening him the only way he can think of - he yanks you closer by the collar of your shirt and when you stumble, he’s there, waiting to swallow all of your protests with his lips. oh, he’ll break you.

he’ll break you until all you know is how to scream his name and beg him for mercy.

oh, you’d look so gorgeous.

#park jong gun #gun park #gun x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #i can’t be the only one finding this funny right. Right.#sekaiichi pabo desu (real)#i feel like this is massively ooc #because like i’ve said before i’m not a gun stan #idk how to write him properly #i’m a jay main first and foremost #even jihan’s easier to write

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k--ian · 2 years

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baguio breakup curse

grammatical errors

those people around you already know how much you love traveling, especially when you're with gun.

it was majestic whenever you're with him, traveling the world with him, exploring the beauty of the nature you both adored.

here and there, both of you travelled the world with smile plastered on both faces. smiles than no one can describe how happy you are, smiles that show how the both of you love each other.

every country you visited, expect a fantastic date with gun. in an expensive restaurant where you can see the eiffel tower? even it's not a date, just the two of you in front of the colosseum in the city of rome, italy? or the white beach of boracay?

god, everything, everywhere it is fantastic to be with gun.

but you never thought that the curse is a hundred percent real. here you are, standing in the middle of burnham park, baguio.

can't proceed what he just said, his words continuously repeat on your head like broke record.

eyes widened and you can't even feel the coldness of the city anymore, all you can feel is your heart falling in the deepest part of pacific ocean.

gun remained unfazed and emotionless, after everything you both went through. after the never-ending travels with hands intertwined together, those fights and reconciliation.

gun decided to end everything as if it's nothing to him.

"i'm sorry, what?" you voice quivered, hoping it's because of the cold air but you already know why.

"let's break up." god, he's naive. how can he said that with those eyes? those eyes that used to look at you with love and adoration now eyes filled with nothing but regret.

your eyes starts to stink as you felt a tear trail down to your cheeks to the scarf he gave to you.

"d-did i do something wrong? did i make you mad? then, i-i'm sorr-" you don't even know what you're apologizing right now but all you want, is for gun to take back his words.

"no, you did nothing wrong. i just fell out of the love, i don't even know if that was love." is he serious right now? as in right now? you froze, until this time... he wasn't sure if it was love?

oh.

how dumb of you.

do you really think a killing machine like him would like - no, love, someone like you? hecl you don't even know if he can feel your pain right now.

you let him go, you let him turn his back to ypu without saying a thing because you don't even know what will happen once you opened your mouth and all you can do is cry in the middle of the night, in the center of burnham park.

the same place where you got together and the same place where everything ended.

you should listen to them.

when they told you not to bring your lover at this city.

no matter how beautiful this city is, the curse will lift.

just like what you heard.

#lookism #webtoon #lookism webtoon #webtoon lookism #gun x reader #jong gun #lookism jonggun

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royaltyoon · 1 year

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GUN X READER

Promises of hate

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Writing badass characters coz ptj can't write them (I'm talking about women)

Tw: mentions of death

"I can't believe he chose you!" He hissed.

"Maybe he finally realised I'm better than the people he already has." Gun knew it was a disparage against him and it only made him grit his teeth. Now that you of all people were under chairman Choi, he couldn't carelessly pick a fight.

"oh?" You mused, "Can't fight me now because you're scared of what the chairman would do?" It bothered you that it still didn't make him lose his restraint. "Ah I see, you're under his thumb." You grin, really, it only made you want to push more. "Who would've thought the jonggun park would obey someone other than himself- bang!

That did it.

All you could do was grin like a Cheshire cat when your body was pushed against the wall. "Watch it." His tone sounded like it came from the deepest pits of hell. He was pissed. "Why did you have to come back?"

You just shrugged at his question, "Did you think you'd get rid of me so easily, sweetheart?" His jaw only pressed harder against itself at the nickname. He hated it, and that only made you want to do it more.

"The only way you can get rid of me is if you kill me." You felt your shoulders being pressed against the wall harder. "But you know you're not strong enough to kill me, don't you?" The smile on your face was malicious.

"One day." He looked down on you, his height was the only advantage he had over you. "I promise you that one day you'll die and it'll be my hands." It almost felt like his obsidian eyes got even another shade darker.

"Unless I get to you first." You whip your elbow to his face at what felt like a pace faster than light. "Hah!You've gotten better." You reveled at the fact that he was quick enough to block that.

"You talk too much." He was quick with his rebuttal. You managed to block his knee right before it made contact with your torso. "What happened to being scared to fight?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Fear is not what I feel for you." You dodged his fist. "It's hatred. I feel so much hatred towards you." Dodged the other fist too. "I hate you so much it makes me blind with rage." You blocked his kick. "I hate you so much that i long for the day I irrevocably get to destroy you." His voice getting harsher with every word.

He finally stopped when you were backed into the corner, breathing heavily and eyes glimmering with nothing but hate. But maybe, just maybe there was something other than hatred in those eyes.

"Finally." You smirked. This. This was the gun you always knew. "Now I don't need to hold back." Your grin turned venomous. You reach your hand out to his throat. "Did you get weaker?" He huffed. "Something like that isn't going to affect me anymore." He smirks.

He was getting cocky, and that was his mistake. "I never meant to land a hit." You fist his tie around your hand and yanked it lower with all your strength. Bringing your knee higher to connect with his face.

"I can't be sitting around doing nothing if i have someone out there who wants me dead, now can I?" Your grin returns as he stumbles back. Dodging under his punch and throwing one back aiming it right at his nose.

"You haven't changed at all, gun. One hit is all it takes for you to lose focus." You walk towards him as he wipes the blood off his face. "The rage really does make you blind." You lock your hands behind his head, shoving your knee against him again. But he managed to block just in time.

He takes advantage of his position and pulls your ankle sweeping you off your feet. "I am stronger than before." He says looking at you. "I will not allow myself another loss against you. I promised myself that." With that he pulled his shoulder back to get maximum momentum as he landed a straight punch. But he hesitated for a second and that's all you needed.

You barely managed to roll away at the last second, thanks to his hesitation. Wasting no time, you swing your elbow to the side of his face. Followed with an uppercut right after.

You rolled off the floor, standing up. "Why the hell did you hesitate?" You asked in disbelief, looking at his havoc wrecked office. Gun grunted as he stood up, keeping his eyes on you. Striding with power towards you, backing you up against the wall, again.

"why the hell did you have to come back?" He seethed, banging his hand beside your head. "Not like your absence did much. You plagued my dreams and made them nightmares. Sometimes you just creep into my mind and wrap yourself around my thoughts." He took one step closer, practically touching your body with his.

"You corrupt my mind with thoughts of you that sometimes it stopped feeling like hatred." His other hand came to wrap around your neck, his index reaching under your chin pushing it upward. "I hate you so much that wanting to destroy you blurred with wanting you and it made me hesitate, I never hesitate " He tightened his hand.

"God. I hate you so much." He seethed before harshly pressing his mouth against yours. Pushing your body harder against the wall.

He pulled away, "This doesn't mean I won't kill you some day." And brought his lips back to yours.

You grazed your teeth at his lower lip, tugging at it as you pulled back. "A promise is a promise." You smirk

#guys i think I'm in my gun obsessed era #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism fanfiction #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism comic #gun x reader #jong gun x reader #lookism gun #jong gun #lookism jonggun #park jonggun #jonggun x reader #park jonggun x reader

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park-jonggun · 2 years

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❛ ༉‧₊˚⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. ⋮ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐍.⠀ ❞

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𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐍 / / 박종건 .

both mun and muse are of age . mature themes ahead . 18+ .

#Lookism #Lookism Webtoon #Lookism Roleplay #Park Jong Gun #Gun Park #PTJ #Lookism x Reader #외모지상주의

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supremebunbunoverlord · 2 years

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If you have read my first Gun x reader (How the mighty fall in love), then you might be interested to know that book two is also out now!

#gun jong x reader #lookism #lookism gun #webtoon #gun x reader #wattpad fanfic

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anticapitalistclown · 1 year

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Lookism boys text reacting to reader being followed

#lookism #jake kim #johan seong #park jong gun #kim joongoo #samuel seo #kwak jihan #euntae lee #zack lee #lookism x reader #lookism vasco #vin jin #park hyungseok #daniel lookism

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narcissistshandler · 6 months

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Can you fo reader x JongGun🙏

Like after Daniel broke his arm, he comes to your apartment, you might worried, teasing him or being jealous, and everything happens after that...

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘?

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn! reader x park jong gun

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom! gun, anal sex, masturbation (mentioned), jealous behavior, thoughts about hurting and drawing blood (in a romantic way), broken bones, and some sadism/masochism at the end

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 yeah, I didn't like the result of that (this has not been edited so please let me know if there is any mention/hint of the reader's gender)

He was already there when you arrived, even if you didn't notice his presence, one with the shadows of the room. It was as if he purposefully sought to hide and leave you with the uncomfortable feeling that you weren't alone, that there were eyes following you, and that there was something out of place - even if you didn't know for sure what.

And when you flicked the finger on the switch and the room filled with light, you couldn't help but jump when saw him sitting on your bed, with an unusual smile on his face, the eyes darker than usual, and wearing only one of your shirts. There was a tension there that you only felt when you stepped towards him and saw the spark of amusement in the curve of his lips, the excited insanity.

The air seemed to grow thicker, even though you merely tried to engage him in shallow conversation. Which you already had enough experience with to know it was difficult. Gun was reserved, in the best of words. He came and went as he pleased, had what he wanted and then disappeared without even an explanation.

What were you? You asked yourself every damn day. Your circle was smaller than it seemed, you heard his name quite often and it wasn't uncommon to bump into him, he also had the keys to your house, but that didn't make what you had something serious.

You tried not to think about it as Gun kissed you - ravaged your mouth as if he was furious with you, or at the very least, very excited. He was eager today - pulling your clothes off, biting your neck, fighting the fabric of your pants to get to your dick as quickly as possible. He was also talkative, 'I prepared myself for you while I waited', 'I thought about you while I did it', he said, knowing exactly how to tease you and leave you wanting him. 'I came on your bed, on your sheets, on your pillow', and you can almost smell him in your room after those words leave his mouth.

And his ass really was prepared for you, dripping with lube on your bed and his hard dick forming a tent under the shirt he had stolen from your closet.

You felt like a crazy person, like an addict who couldn't fight the source of the addiction. Gun only had to spread his legs for you, and like an eager puppy, you lined yourself up with a shaking hand on the relaxed hole and sank inside, where you belonged. What are we? The question came back to you. What does all this make us? Because you knew it had been months, maybe years, since Gun had slept with anyone else, neither did you.

You grabbed Gun's hands, somehow wanting to force him to answer the question that didn't even come out of your mouth and tried to hold his arms up. You wanted to know if he felt the same way. "Urgh," Gun groaned, and easily fought against your power. The sound full of pain and discomfort sounded alien in his mouth and it completely captured your attention. Only then did you notice that Gun wasn't moving one of his arms, which was swollen and turning red.

Your movements began to slow down, until they almost stopped. "Don't you dare!" He grunted, legs immediately wrapping around your waist and heels digging into your ass.

"You’re hurt, you need to go to the hospital," you argued, not being able to help but worry, but Gun wasn’t having any of it. Even with one of his arms broken, he moved as nimbly as usual and he easily reversed your positions so that he was now sitting on top of you, your cock not even leaving the heat of his hole. "You're fucking insane!" you moaned at the show of strength. Gun looked damn erotic on top of you, riding you, even with one of his arms limp at his side, wrapped in the long sleeve of your shirt.

"As if you didn't already know that," he replied, the smile wide on his kiss-swollen lips. "I came here to fuck, not get medical advice, so shut up and let me work."

But you just couldn't shut up. "What- ah, happened?" You asked through clenched teeth as you watched Gun's long, firm legs sink into the mattress with each rise and fall, his dick hidden under the shirt forming a wet spot on the fabric.

Gun responded to you without haste, releasing disjointed sentences and words as he mounted you, firmly and quickly, successfully taking the breath away from both of you. “Charles Choi,” he said, and then “fight” and a “brat” that he repeated a few times and that you didn’t think much of until you noticed who it referred to – Daniel.

"Daniel broke your arm?" You repeated his words, your fingers digging into Gun's thighs in a failed attempt to slow him down so you could make sure you heard him right.

Gun's smile seemed to get even bigger, and for the first time, you hated seeing him smiling.

"Why? Jealous?" And only Gun would think anyone would be jealous of someone taking blood and breaking someone else's bones. But then wasn't that what you were feeling? Not anger at Daniel for hurting Gun, but jealousy. Jealousy that you wasn't the one to hurt him, leave your mark behind on Gun's body and that Daniel was the one to get Gun all hot and excited.

That strange, possessive part of your mind stirred - you almost wanted to draw blood from Gun at that moment.

"You’re a slut," you accused, not at all denying Gun’s statement. He chuckled and swiveled his hips in a sensual circle, the good hand resting on your stomach. He was teasing you, you realized.

Then the notion hit you, you didn't need to resort to such methods to mark him as yours, after all, only you were capable of having him like this, naked, in your bed, with hot cheeks and fucking himself on your dick. You had already left your mark implanted deep into his body where you doubted anyone else would ever be able to be.

Your feet dug into the mattress, hips jumping off the bed to slam against Gun's ass. The sound he made was downright obscene, what looked like tears glistening in the corners of his black eyes, the psychotic smile still there. He was yours, it was the first time you noticed. He had chosen to come to you, because no one else knew this slutty side of him, because no one else could feed that side, only you.

Gun fell willingly against your chest, moaning and trying to move back against you, hungry, looking for more of your cock, more of the aggression and pain. Pain. One of your hands rested on his back, keeping him lying on top of you and the other wandered, found Gun's long fingers and then closed around his wrist, tightly and then, you pulled his broken arm.

The scream that came from Gun's throat would forever be etched in your memory; his cock twitched and spilled, further soiling the shirt he was wearing.

At that moment, you knew what you two were, complete lunatics who would always find in each other exactly what they needed. There were no longer any doubts.

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