park ilypo, taek jegal, and commissioner/judge r x g/n reader
warnings: a little bit of spoilers for commissioner/judge r, esp if you didn’t watch the last episode and tiny bit of spoilers from the manhwa, if you’re okay with that then ignore this lol. fluff. angst (in r’s part). if i used improper pronouns for g/n then pls pls pls let me know!
a/n: this is part two. if ya’ll missed out on part one, it is here. i honestly did not know what the heck i just wrote, like it’s still shopping, but not really lol. i’m so sorry for half-assing ilypo’s part, his character was kinda hard to do??? for some reason??? ooc??? i also went off in r’s part, that’s why it’s the longest. it’s funny bc i personally don’t like him but um yea. anyways, i still hope you enjoy it!
park ilypo:
he actually calls you right when he finishes his ssam-su taekkyeon practice, knowing you’d probably be finished with your club bc, stay in school kids
“hello?”
“hi.” you both sound breathless.
“sorry, did i call you at a bad time?” it makes you smile to hear his voice.
“no, i just got out of my club meeting. how was practice?”
“it went okay, could’ve done better. i called bc i was wondering if you would cook something for me at your place? i hope i’m not imposing.”
your smiling over on your side of the line. but he doesn’t know that. bc if there’s one thing you learned about your boyfriend, it’s that he hates being a burden. he rather take things into his own hands rather than have someone else do it.
“i can tell how excited you are,” he teases.
“i haven’t even said anything!”
before you even know it, you’re running along to the nearest store, backpack and uniform still on. but you don’t care. a chance like this was NOT going to be wasted.
you grab a shopping basket rather than a cart for your convenience.
you are the definition of lightning mcqueen at this point, you are speed, zooming thru the aisles as you try to come up with what you should have for ilypo.
you turn the corner and end up running into someone like a bulldozer.
“ah, sorry. are you okay?”
you freeze.
he freezes.
both of you just end up staring at each other like 👁👄👁
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask him, rubbing your forehead.
he laughs, his eyes turning into smiles. “i think i should be asking you that question.”
and that’s how you both end up shopping together. it’s mutual shopping, talking and pointing at which ingredient would be good. which ones would be best. which one would taste better. which one was cheaper.
as you add more and more things into the basket, you start to struggle to carry it.
without evening offering, ilypo notices and smoothly takes it from you and carries on walking as if it were nothing.
for some reason your face is heating up at the small gesture.
ilypo turns back to look at you. “what?” he says obliviously.
“what?” you mimic, dropping your voice an octave lower and scrunching up you face. you stomp your way to him, pouting as you wonder why your boyfriend could make you fall in love with him more. all you can do is rub the top of his head annoyingly. and you swear, even tho he’s a bit surprised, you can just see his nine tails wagging gleefully at your petting.
n e ways, after you both split the cost, the both of you end up just standing there awkwardly in front of the store bc you just bought all this food. and ilypo didn’t come by car, he ran as well. and the walk to your house is far. 👁👄👁
all you can do is sigh.
ilypo on the other hand just rolls up one of his pant leg. grabs the other half of the grocery bags from your grasp along with his. and runs off. “last one home has to cook the food!”
“ilypo! you idiot! i’m the one already cooking!” you run after him.
by the time you reach your house, you’re covered in a thick layer of sweat. you’re out of energy. grumpy. furious.
when you find ilypo in the living room, you are ready to beat him up. but you short circuit when you see him sprawled on the couch.
you make his way to him, falling on top of him.
he groans. opening one of his eyes. “took you long enough.”
“i hate you.”
“let’s get cooking.”
“no. i’m tired bc of you.”
ilypo pushes himself from under you, getting up and taking off his tiger sweater and putting it over you. “it’s ok. dinner’ll be ready by the time you wake up.”
taek jegal:
he told you that he’d be back, leaving you alone in his empty mansion during your study date.
as you’re about to sigh, the front door slams open and you scream.
you see him come in with his body guards, their arms full of bags of groceries. his? empty, he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. i don’t make the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“make me food, loser,” he tells you nonchalantly. as if it’s normal to barge into his own home with more than necessary bags of ingredients and demand you to make him “food.”
at this point in your relationship, you still hated how much he called you by that nickname.
you peer into the bags. fruits. vegetables. snacks. meat. “this already is ‘food’ you loser. eat it as it is.”
“well aren’t you miss little smartass,” he teases, grinning down at you.
you both argue and have trouble on settling on which dish to cook. you prefer to make one big dish to share together while he opts for multiple dishes.
you argue that it’ll take too much time. that you’ve never even seen half of the ingredients he’s brought in. bc you speak broke.
he tells you that you have enough time since he has more than the typical four stoves. that he’ll help you cook with the ingredients you don’t know. bc he doesn’t speak broke.
in the end, you settle with a compromise of one of your favorite dish and two of his. in your opinion, you feel like it’s too much, but you don’t tell him that bc you’re pretty he caught on to it.
“nexttime,” you sigh, “at least tell me you’re going shopping.”
“why?”
you stare at him. “bc i want to actually take part in deciding what to buy. and bc i want to go shopping with you.” you murmur the last part, too shy and embarrassed to say something so cheesy out loud.
you watch him get ready, pulling his aquamarine hair into a messy ponytail. this man is fineeee with his hair up, i don’t make the rules. like, the way his shirt rides up a bit at the waist, the way his arms flex under the matieral, sir have mercy on my- sorry i’m just going off at this point bc altho he may be the villian of g.o.h. he was a sexy one at that
he could choke you with his hair and you’ say thank you lolll
lemme eat you instead, you think to yourself
n e ways
surprisingly, this is your first time cooking at his place. and you’re so amazed at his culinary skills that you gawk at him like a fish out of the water. his mincing skills? on point. he even can cut an onion faster than it can make him tear up. you had expected him to be horrible at cooking with him being so rich, but you were so so so so wrong.
and he KNOWS that you know that he had you stumped. and he isn’t even trying to hide his big teasing smirk. you bonk him on the head.
ngl, you expected him to cut things up by summoning his megalodon.
as you’re cutting something, rather fast too, you end up cutting yourself. nothing too deep, but enough to bleed. “ouch, i cut myself.” you go to the sink to rinse it off before grabbing a towel and putting it over the cut.
“lemme see,” taek jegal hums your way. he peels off the towel and examines it. he sighs. “just how clumsy are you, loser? bandages are on top of the cabinet over your head.”
“okay.” you turn away from your boyfriend to get a bandage when you feel something wet on your cut finger. you shriek as you look down. “w-what are you doing?!”
your boyfriend had licked your cut finger, blood along with it before sucking softly on the tip. “you were taking too long and the blood was getting everywhere.” he licks his lips.
as aggressive and merciless as taek jegal can get with his enemies, he was surprising careful when putting the bandage on you. you wonder why he didn’t show this side to others more. even tho you’ve been dating him since the start of high school, you realized that you barely knew what was going on inside his head.
“you’ve gone quiet. what is it?” his voice is surprising soft too, nothing like the usual gruff tone.
“it’s nothing.” you shake your head. maybe another time you’d bring it up.
“you’re such a bad liar,” he tells you, raising a sharp thin eyebrow.
“shut up, you loser.”
he erupts into a laugh before bringing you hand up to his lips, kissing the tip of your finger. “i’m your loser.”
commissioner r:
just like taek jegal, he goes shopping on his own. not bc he wants to, no, rather, bc he needs to.
about a month ago, you and r had a very heated argument to the point where he even was about to use his borrowed power on you, a non-power borrower.
“are you sure you want to go through with your plan?” you ask him, sitting across from him in the living room couch. it was late at night when finally he told you of his plans of going against park mubong and work with nox. you had your suspicions, but what he just told you confirmed it.
he only looks at you, which ticks you off.
“what if it doesn’t go the way you want it to? do you have a solid plan if it goes south?” with him staying in his quiet and calm demeanor, it only makes you more worried. r was the type to bottle and keep everything inside.
“i know what i’m doing,” is all he offers you.
you clench your fist into his shirt that you were wearing. “ok, i believe you. i’m just worried about the worst case scenario. i know how serious you are about this, and i trust you but-”
r looks at you though the slit of his eyes. “if you trust me, then there’s no need for you to worry.”
you frown. “i think i do. bc what if you die, i can’t help but jump to that conclusion. it’s like you don’t even care if you do.”
“i won’t,” he growls out, his patience beginning to crumble. “i can’t explain it to you right now, but i will when i set things my way.”
you turn your head away from him. “isn’t that what you always say?”
“then...then what do you want me to say?! that i won’t die?! i won’t! i’m not like you lowlife humans who all deserve to die!”
you whip your head his way, scowling at his cruel words. “then you must want me to die as well then. that’s what you want right? if you’re so bound on hating humans, then there really was no point in dating me right? It’s better to just kill me right? i could have have told park mubong of my suspicions but i didn’t! i trusted whatever you were planning! why can’t you see that i genuinely care about you bc i love you?”
“that’s what they all say, but i know better than to trust a human’s words. let alone yours bc in the end, anyone can betray anyone.”
you rise from your seat. “fine, let’s break up. that’s what you want, right?”
“shit,” he curses to himself, banging his fist onto the shelf of the store aisle, breaking it and making the items fall onto the floor. he hated his mind kept pulling that memory out of him.
“um...s-sir.”
he looks up to see an employee staring at him. “what?”
“excuse, but, if you keep causing such a mess, you’re going to get kicked out. this isn’t the first time.”
all r can do is set his lip straight and move onto another aisle.
here he was at the store, trying to shop for the ingredients for the dish you used to make him after a long day at work. but now that it’s been a month since you moved out of your shared apartment, he was craving it more than ever. but dammit, he couldn’t quite recall what ingredients you used. he should’ve paid more attention to it. to you.
“do you think my daddy will like this, (y/n)?”
r looks up from his dress shoes at the sound of your voice.
there you were, at the other end of the aisle with a little boy.
he watches as you smile brightly at the boy, nodding before saying, “he’ll absolutely love it.”
the boy shouts a hooray before turning his way to put the gift into the cart. “look, auntie (y/n)! it’s r!” the boy runs up to the commissioner.
you look up.
and you both lock eyes.
r notices how fast your eyes turn dull. he stays quiet. like always. before sending a small quick wave to the little boy.
“hello,” you greet him formally when you reach him.
he nods your way.
“hi, r! do you remember me? i’m naoko, it’s been a long time since we saw each other right?”
you intervene. “i’m so sorry, sometimes he can get carried away in a conversation.”
“i remember,” he tells you.
“r, r, r,” naoko nags excitedly, “i’m almost ten, can’t you believe that?”
he looks at you from the slit of his eye before looking at the boy. “i heard you were seven.”
“i’m almost ten.”
you whisper to naoko to put the item into the cart before looking back to your ex. “i’m sorry about that. we’re shopping for his father, my brother, who you met before, right?”
he only remains silent.
you bite your lip, what did i expect? “anyways, what are you doing here?”
his eyes open at your question, not sure if he should tell the truth or lie. “to...buy... q some food since he’s broke.” somewhere, q sneezes.
“no you’re not,” naoko skips back into the conversation. “i recognize those ingredients anywhere. those are what (y/n) makes when i want to eat that dish.”
“oh, are you trying to make that dish?” you ask him.
and so that’s how it ended up with you and naoko shopping for r. technically, it’s naoko shopping for r since he remembers all the ingredients while the both of you stayed behind to watch him enjoy himself.
you both watched as naoko happily walked through the aisles, collecting the correct items --and sometimes carrying too many in his small arms-- and putting it into r’s basket.
the silence was too thick. the curiosity to how things have been since the breakup is heavy. the yearning to just ask is burdensome between the two of you.
“how’s it going?” you ask him cautiously, not looking at him. “with, you know, nox.”
he looks at you, wanting you to look at him. there’s silence. and you don’t expect him to answer you at all. you just wanted to put it out there. “it’s going smoothly.”
hopefully it remains that way, you think. “that... that must be good.”
usually it’s you who would always keep the conversation going, but now that you weren’t dating, there was no point in putting in the effort. not anymore.
r insists on paying for both of his and your things, and no matter how hard you try to refuse, he ends up doing it against your wish.
to say the least, it was embarrassing, especially when the cashier assumed that naoko was your shared kid and called him cute and all the boys did was smite brightly and the other remained silent.
before you part ways, r speaks up. “will you come over and show me how to make it?”
and so here you were, in r’s apartment --the same one you used to live in-- after you dropped naoko off. you note that r had rearranged everything in the apartment.
you help him unpack, prep, and show him step-by-step how to make the dish.
he watches how you do everything and commits it to memory. he watches you closely, committing you to memory. bc he wasn't sure if this was the last time he’d see you again.
and when he begins to feel that the dish is almost done cooking, like when you just know when a movie is almost to its end, he blurts it out. “stay.”
you look at him from over the fallen strands of hair your hair tie didn’t catch. it’s your turn to stay silent.
“stay,” he repeats to you, much softer than the first that it almost gets drowned out by all the noise being produced in the kitchen. his gaze is steady and strong and unrelenting. just like you remember. you can see how serious he is.
and you wonder, does he mean to stay for dinner? or stay forever?
all you can offer him is a sad smile and the shake of your head.
han daewi x reader
warnings: fluff and angst (i honestly don’t know at this point, like it’s kinda sad but at the same time it’s not.. once you decide to read it you’ll understand), time skip (the characters are aged up a bit after goh tournament), spoilers??? but not really so don’t worry (as someone who’s caught up with the tgoh ik some readers are still pretty new to the tgoh so i didn’t write anything that would give away anything --maybe some verrrry subtle stuff --that i won’t give away-- if you’ve read up to the final arc, bc other than that my lips are sealed shut)
synopsis: all those nights when your boyfriend would come home late, he thinks you’re sound asleep as he spills every word about his day and love for you. until one night, when he says something that makes you come clean about what you’ve been up to.
No matter how many times you’ve done this --pretending to be sleep just to hear Daewi spill his honest feelings on the table in the dark-- it was always a challenge to keep your breathing even, your lips from smiling, your eyes from opening.
Of course, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel guilty. No, you felt so, so, so guilty that it made you want to come clean about everything. In all the years you’ve known your boyfriend, there was one thing you knew exceptionally well: he never really talks about his feeling or emotions.
Sure, if he was feeling sentimental he always told you one of two things: “I missed you” or “I love you.” He never really said those two things in one sentence, surprisingly. Or if he knew you were feeling needy and clingy more than you usually did, he’d tell you the things you wanted to hear. Not what he wanted to say.
You never really minded it, really. He was more of a realist, rather than a romanticist like his friend Jin Mori.
The sound of the front door of your shared apartment door unlocking. The sound of his swift feet moving towards you without hesitation. The low swish of your bedroom door opening. His exhausted sigh from a long day his job demanded from him. The tap of his nail as it hit the buttons he was unbuttoning. The shuffling of clothes being discarded. The water from the shower head hitting the bathtub. All the sounds, it was beautiful to you. Daewi, he was beautiful.
You’ve grown to notice the way your boyfriend spoke since he began talking to you only a month ago. The soft intake of a breath as he moves from one word to another. His pitch changing when he said certain words like “want” and “this.” The soft vibrations he sends into the bed when he speaks. The low rumble of his voice as whispers to you, and you wonder if he realizes any of this.
“I’m home,” he mumbles routinely to you as he sits on the bed, back hunched as he dries his hair.
His voice, no matter how many times you’ve heard it, always made your heart speed up. It takes every ounce of you to calm it down. Even with your eyes closed, you didn’t want to out yourself. Especially since your back wasn’t facing towards him like it usually did.
Risking it, you open one eyelid. The only light coming into the room was the bathroom, and you managed to make out his broad and sturdy form. Daewi’s back muscle rippled and flexed as he continued to dry his hair. He sported nothing but sweatpants.
Daewi groans as he pushes himself up, towel over his head as he goes to turn off the light. Once he begins to turn back to the bed, you immediately shut your eye, putting your best act of sleep. You go of out of your way to make sure your arms and legs are in a position that only looks natural when sleeping.
The bed dips and then sinks under his weight. Daewi lays on his side, staring at your sleeping form even if he can’t see you all that well. You can’t see it but the corner of his mouth quirks up as he pushes the strands that’s fallen onto your face away before carefully skimming his lips to your forehead, trailing down to your cheek and then lip.
“See? I made it home again, just as I promised you, didn’t I?” His curled finger skims the cheek he just kissed, as if to brand it there, before dropping it down to his side. He never missed a day to say that to you.
Lately, with the physical demand of his job, you had expressed anxieties and concerns to Daewi a month ago. His job usually put him in danger, and as much as you know how important his job is right now, you can’t help but worry about his well being too.
“As someone who cares about you, don’t you think I deserve to worry about you?” You couldn’t look at him, not with this heavy atmosphere so early in the morning. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to boil to make coffee for the both of you.
“Hey,” Daewi said, spreading his both his feet shoulder-width-apart so he was eye level with you, his large hands gently cupping your face in them, calloused thumbs running small circles against your cheek. “Can you look at me?”
You wait for only a moment before holding his gaze. “Daewi...” you sighed, not really knowing how to go about the conversation. What was the right way to word it? Instead, all you can do at the moment it take put your smaller hand over his.
“Tell me what your worried about, (Y/n), so I can understand.”
“I’m just scared,” you told him truthfully, something you both valued. “What if something happens to you while you’re doing you job. Something I can’t do anything about?”
Daewi looks away before looking back at you, trying to put on a smile of comfort. “That won’t happen. I went through The God of High School, didn’t I?”
You sigh out a laugh. “Yeah, so did I. You beat my team to the pulp.”
“Ha...” Daewi laughs as well, going in for a quick peck on the lips before pulling you into him. “How could I forget? That was when I fell in love with you. So try not to worry so much, okay?”
You shake your head against his shirt, listening to the steady thumps of his heart. “I can’t help but think that one day, I’ll get a call from Jin Mori in the middle of the night telling me that you’ll never come home. How am I supposed to deal with that information knowing that that is what your job demands from you?”
“That won’t happen. I promise you, (Y/n), that I’ll come home every night.”
“You promise?” you ask, mumbling it into his chest, fisting your hand into his cotton t-shirt.
“Of course,” Daewi says, putting his chin atop your head, pulling you tighter into the hug.
“(Y/n),” your boyfriend hums to himself, turning onto his back. “I had a pretty rough day today. Though, if I think more on it, it’s not due to Nox, but rather Jin Mori.”
You practically can see him close his eyes in disbelief.
He’s quiet for a long time, making you a bit nervous. Perhaps today was physically draining for him and he’s knocked out. You don’t want to be greedy, but you want to hear more of his sultry voice.
“I’m lying,” he whispers more to himself than to you. “I... I had a rough day because of Nox.”
Something about tonight felt weird. You just couldn’t place what it was just yet.
“I had thought, while facing Nox, that I was going to break my promise to you even if I didn’t want to.”
Your heart stops for a second. It was such a raw and honest confess, and for a split moment, you wish he would just lie to you. It was getting harder to stay composed
“If... if it wasn’t for Jin Mori today, I don’t think I would be laying here, in this tranquil home of ours, with you. I almost died today, and it made me realize how much I’ll miss loving you if I was gone.”
Your throat was feeling heavy, and it was damn hard trying to push that choking feeling down. Good god, he was being so sentimental and you wanted to join him. Was this the same Daewi you first met all those years ago?
Daewi chuckled softly, running a hand up and down his chest. “I know that you know that I’m not good with my emotions when it comes to romance, so I’m grateful I was able to learn along the way with you. Thank you for the patience you’ve shown me, for loving me, for being there with me.”
You hear him stifle a yawn. And as much as you know how important sleep is, you want him to keep letting everything he’s bottled up for the past five years out into the open.
“And I know that I don’t say it often, but I love you. I really do love you, (Y/n). I love how fast you accepted me for who I was. I love how soft you feel against all my calloused hands. I love how you keep your nails short so you can keep practicing martial arts with me. I love how much you hate it when I wake you up too early in the morning. I love how it drives you crazy when you hear someone chewing obnoxiously loud. I love how embarrassed you get when you do something embarrassing. And I’m not going to break my promise with you ”
A pregnant pause.
Daewi takes a trembling intake of a breath, something you definitely did not expect from him. “God, if you could hear what I’m about to say right now, you would think I am a coward, but I want my last name to be yours soon, (Y/n).”
Your body goes rigid and you don’t even care if he notices. In that moment, everything seems to stop. Your body is hot. Your heart burning. You can’t help but open your eyes to look at the very man you love.
“I want to marry you. I want you to be Han (Y/n), so let’s get married soon.”
Seeming to be satisfied with how much he’s spilled to you, Daewi turns towards you, expecting you to be asleep. But when he finds you wide awake, with wide eyes, that are staring at him with such a passionate gaze, he can’t help but stifle out nonsense as he tries to cover up his burning face. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Who said I was asleep?” Hearing your own voice scared you a bit. You didn’t actually think through what you were going to say once he found you awake.
He blinks at you. Once.Twice. In disbelief. “H-How much did you hear?”
“All of it,” you whisper gently, afraid to break the atmosphere he built. “Everything.”
“Everything?” he says, flabbergasted. He wanted his soul to leave his body right now. “Every conversation from then to now?”
You reach out and take the hand covering his face away so you can see him clearly. “I did.” You kissed his warm fingertips and his right eye before pecking his lips.
Daewi lets you take it, not once, not twice, but thrice.
“Do you promise? With what you just said?”
He wraps a hand around your waist before pulling you into him, hiding his face into your chest. God, he missed this. Missed laying in bed with you when you’re awake. Missed your embrace while you’re awake. He missed being with you, alone, in the dark, with each other awake.
“I do,” he says confidently, pulling you into a kiss.