#choguesung

Cho Gue-sung Point of View

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the table, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the cozy restaurant. It was a perfect evening, one that I had meticulously planned for weeks. Tonight was the night I would ask Y/n to spend the rest of her life with me, and every detail had to be just right.

As I sat across from her, I couldn't help but feel a rush of nervous excitement coursing through my veins. Y/n looked breathtakingly beautiful tonight, her eyes sparkling in the dim light as she smiled at me, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my racing heart as I reached for her hand across the table. "Y/n," I began, my voice slightly shaky with emotion, "there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and I could see a hint of curiosity flickering in their depths. "What is it, oppa?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage as I gazed into her eyes. "Y/n, from the moment I met you, my life has been forever changed. You've brought so much joy and love into my world, and I can't imagine spending another day without you by my side."

Her hand tightened around mine, her expression filled with warmth and affection. "oppa..."

I shook my head, silencing her with a gentle smile. "Please, let me finish," I said softly. "Y/n, will you marry me?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation as I waited for her response. Time seemed to stand still as Y/n stared at me, her eyes brimming with emotion. And then, with a trembling breath, she nodded, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yes, oppa," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft strains of music playing in the background. "Yes, I will marry you."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh as I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as we basked in the warmth of our love. The other diners around us erupted into applause, their cheers mingling with the pounding of my heart as I realized that my dreams had finally come true.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of happiness and excitement as we toasted to our future together, lost in the magic of the moment. And as we left the restaurant hand in hand, I knew that this was only the beginning of our incredible journey as husband and wife.

Months later, as we stood before our loved ones, exchanging vows, and promising to love each other for all eternity, I couldn't help but reflect on that unforgettable night when I asked Y/n to be my wife. It was a moment etched forever in my heart, a testament to the power of love and the beauty of taking a leap of faith.

Summary: Cho and (y/n) have been childhood friends back in Korea. 12 years later, Cho comes back to Ansan to see his family as well as (y/n). With his newfound fame, the football player becomes surrounded with fangirls, yet he is only infatuated with the one girl who treats him the same, famous or not. Reader is also around 23-24, and is not necesarily Korean, just lives in Korea. 

Warnings: Angst, Hurt to Comfort, Toxic but in reality just confused with feelings, Romanticism, Eventual Fluff

Request: from @alotofrandomfangirling:

Hii could you please write for Cho Gue-Sung where he and reader have like a love/hate relationship, picking on each other but secretly having a huge crush? Then one day something happens and they confess their feelings ajskajskajs thanks a lot 💗

Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I don’t really know what else to do since Cho is just such a lovable person so I decided to make this into two parts so I do hope that you wouldn’t mind. It makes my heart happy seeing people that are actually requesting and I do hope that this ‘fic is long and good enough for you <3 -Tsuyu

Word Count: 1K

“Oi brat, could you come pick me up?” Cho asks in a joking tone as he presses the button to contact you on Line. The football player has found newfound fame in the stadium of the World Cup, coming back to his hometown of Ansan to meet his family and friends (by friends he means his best friend of 12 years, (y/n)). The man is surrounded by fangirls and paparazzi at the airport so he just wants to be escorted back as soon as possible to a place no one can find him.

The girl on the other line rolled her eyes and sighed, laughing a bit before replying back on the phone. “Brat? Shouldn’t you have more manners for someone coming to pick you up at the airport?” the girl asked in a rather annoyed tone.

Cho simply laughed. Seeing her annoyed  seems quite amusing to the Korean man. He simply decides to tease her back, just to check her reactions.

Y/n point of view

The soft sand beneath my feet felt warm as Cho Gue-sung and I strolled along the beach. The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting its golden rays across the water. It was a scene straight out of a painting, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquillity wash over me.

Gue-sung and I had been friends for years, but there was always an unspoken tension between us. Perhaps it was the way our hands brushed when we walked side by side, or the lingering glances we exchanged when we thought the other wasn't looking. Whatever it was, it hung in the air between us like the gentle sea breeze.

As we walked, Gue-sung kicked off his shoes and let the waves lap at his feet. His laughter was like music to my ears, filling the air with joy and warmth. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him, his carefree spirit infectious.

"Come on, Y/n," he called, beckoning me to join him. "The water feels amazing!"

I hesitated for a moment before kicking off my own shoes and wading into the shallow water. The cool waves danced around my ankles, sending shivers down my spine. Gue-sung grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're missing out, Y/n," he teased, splashing water in my direction.

I laughed and retaliated, sending a spray of water back at him. Soon, we were engaged in a playful water fight, the sound of our laughter mingling with the gentle crash of the waves.

As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows along the beach, Gue-sung and I found a spot to sit and watch the sunset. We sat shoulder to shoulder, our hands barely touching but sending electric shocks through my body, nonetheless.

The sky was a canvas of vibrant colours, streaked with orange, pink, and purple. It was as if the whole world had paused to admire the beauty unfolding before us. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving just Gue-sung and me and the breathtaking scene before us.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Cho whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from the sunset. But it wasn't just the sunset that was beautiful—it was the way he looked at me, his eyes full of warmth and affection.

In that moment, I realized that maybe there was more to our friendship than I had initially thought. Maybe the tension between us wasn't just in my head, but something real and tangible, just waiting to be explored.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, Gue-sung turned to me, his expression serious.

"Y/n," he said softly, reaching out to take my hand in his. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."

My heart raced as I waited for him to continue, unsure of what he was about to say. But before he could say another word, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, silencing him in the sweetest way possible.

For a moment, time stood still as we kissed, the world fading away around us. And in that moment, I knew that whatever came next, he and I would face it together, hand in hand, as more than just friends, but as something deeper and more meaningful.

As we pulled away, breathless and flushed, Gue-sung grinned at me, his eyes shining with happiness.

"I love you, Y/n," he said, his voice filled with emotion.