Just Spend The Night (Gunwoo x reader)
Summary: Gunwoo picked you up from your job and brought you back to his safe house before Baek-jeong could kidnap you.
Gunwoo’s Version of this fic
Notes: all mistakes are my own, GIF is not mine, sexual themes (longing, slow burn, p in v penetration)
Gunwoo and Woojin sat across from Mr. Moon, watching as he scrolled through the IKFC illegal website.
“Is there anyone else that we would need to keep in the safe house until this is all over?” Mr. Moon suggests.
Woojin opened his mouth to say something but soon closed it. He glanced over at Gunwoo, whose ears were already turning red.
“There is someone,” Gunwoo says lowly.
“Who? I can get him and bring him in.” Mr. Moon states.
“It’s a she,” Gunwoo explains and Mr. Moon smirks.
“Ah, I see. Well I guess I’ll leave that to you then.”
“Can you come with me, Woojin?” Gunwoo asks.
“Yeah, of course.” Woojin agrees with a nod.
Gunwoo got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Woojin and Mr. Moon to talk amongst themselves.
“I’m assuming she’s an ex girlfriend?” Mr. Moon starts.
“She’s actually his ex fiancé,”
Moon’s jaw dropped, “She is?”
“Yeah, they have a.. complicated history. Which is why he appeared so flustered. He hasn’t seen her since the break up nine months ago.”
“And it’s still fresh too. Wow. How come I didn’t know about this before?”
“He liked to keep her to himself. Thought it would be safer that way.”
“He must have really loved her then,”
“He still does,” Woojin states lowly, looking at the hallway when he hears bathroom door creaks open and they quickly change the topic.
**
You left your corporate job after your third late shift in a row. The expectations of your boss was high, especially since you’re a recent college graduate and you were a woman in a predominantly male company.
You knew it would have its challenges but that didn’t deter you. This was the best accounting firm in Seoul and you knew that you would be set for life if you could land the job.
So you took every class, every certification and every exam to make sure you would get there.
That was one of the traits that Gunwoo loved about you, your determination.
You let out a deep sigh when you stepped onto the road. The sound of a door opening caused you alarm until you looked behind you to see Gunwoo and Woojin.
You slowly approached them, your heels softly clicking under you. Gunwoo gave you a polite bow and you returned the favor.
“Hey Y/N,” Woojin greets with two-handed wave.
“Hi,” you waved to him as well, before returning your hands to your pockets.
“Is something wrong?” You asked the pair, who shared a look.
“We don’t want to worry you. We wanted to be on the safe side, so we were going to ask you if you could stay with us for a few days.” Gunwoo explains, his cheeks had a pink hue to them as he linked his hands in front of them.
“Okay. I still keep a few days worth of clothes in my trunk,” you started.
Gunwoo’s gaze fell to yours and you added,
“Like you taught me,”
You reached for your keys in your purse, “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll go with you. Can you keep an eye out here?” Gunwoo asks Woojin and he nods.
Gunwoo lets you lead the way down into the parking garage where your car was parked on the midlevel.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too far of a walk. Woojin watched as the two of you walked next to each other. Even though you wore heels, you were to Gunwoo’s chin.
He wonders if you knew that you were walking in sync.
“Congratulations on getting the job. I’m sure it was very hard but they didn’t stand a chance.” Gunwoo says, breaking the silence.
“Nothings too hard if I put my mind to it,” you said with a smile.
“Are they treating you well?”
“They’re still testing the limits a little. Seeing how far I’ll let them push me.” You spoke truthfully.
“Do you think they’ll keep trying?”
“They will. It’s how corporate firms are.”
“Does that make you stressed?” He asks cautiously.
“Sometimes,” you said with a sigh.
Gunwoo fell silent when you neared your white BMW. You popped the trunk and reached for the black duffel bag but he grabbed the bag before you had a chance to.
He waits for you to close the trunk and lock the car. You started walking and he switches to walk on outside and directing you to walk closest to the garage wall.
“You don’t deserve to be stressed,” he tells you.
“Neither do you,”
He meets your gaze, slowly blinking as he processed your words.
“Are you doing well?”
Not as well since we were together, he says in his mind.
“I’ve been doing my best to be,” he speaks after a long pause.
Your steps slow to a stop and he follows suit. You can cut the tension with a knife.
Eventually, Gunwoo clears his throat and advances to the car where Woojin was waiting for the two of you.
The rest of the night felt just as tense. Soyeol was over the moon to see you. She would always mention how you and Gunwoo’s relationship reminded her of her and her husband’s relationship when they were younger.
She’s seen how much losing you has taken a toll on him. Despite how scary this experience has been, at least it brought you two back together.
You had dinner with Soyeol, Gunwoo and Woojin like the old times. You sat next to Woojin and across from Gunwoo while Soyeol sat at the head of the table.
You turned in to get ready for bed then Soyeol and Woojin followed soon after. Gunwoo went to sleep last, making sure everything was secure before he went to bed. You slept for a few hours, turning over to read the clock, 3:02 AM.
You strolled tugged on a sweater before leaving the guest room and opening the sliding glass door. You sat on the wooden stairs and looked up at the stairs, the crisp fall air nipped at your toes despite you wearing socks.
Gunwoo heard shuffling and immediate jumped out of bed. He swung the door open and rushed into the guest bedroom where you were staying. His heart sank when he saw your bed empty.
“No,” he said under his breath.
He was going to wake up Woojin when he saw you sitting on the wooden panels. You jumped at the sound of the sliding glass door opening.
Looking over your shoulder, you saw Gunwoo closing the door behind him.
“Couldn’t sleep?” He greets, joining you on the floor.
“I’ve been having trouble sleeping for a few months now,”
“Me too. I only get a few hours of sleep. Less now that everything has happened.”
A silence fell between you and Gunwoo follows your gaze to the stars.
“You carry a lot of guilt, Gunwoo. Guilt that doesn’t belong to you.” You state.
He sighs in response, saying a soft I know under his breath.
“For what it’s worth, I forgive you.”
His eyes snapped to yours, “How can you forgive me that easily?” His tone sounded heavy with emotion.
“It wasn’t easy for me. There was a lot for me to process. But I know you. You’re genuine, and you like doing things the right way. No matter how hard it is. If it was hard for me to walk away from this, I can imagine that it was even harder for you.” You explained.
“I thought you would’ve painted me out to be the bad guy,” he explained, looking away from you.
You reached over and held his hand, he looks from your hand back up to your face.
“You could never be a bad guy, Gunwoo. I forgave you. Now it’s time to forgive yourself.”
He lets out a shaky breath, linking his fingers with yours. You rested your chin on his shoulder for a moment, like you used to.
And he pressed a kiss to your forehead, like he used to. You stayed there for a few minutes before pulling away from him and standing from the stairs.
He keeps a hold on your hand, causing you to look back at him.
“Gunwoo,”
“I should let go. I know. But I can’t.” He stands from the floor, still holding your hand.
Your heart began to race once his gaze settled on you again, his gaze intensified the longer you held it. It was the same look he gave you when he proposed.
You said his name again and he takes a slow step towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. You both sigh into the hug as his warmth radiates against you.
“You should go back to bed,” he starts.
“I should,” you agreed, but neither of you pull away.
**
Baek-jeong sent Tae geom and Allen out to find anyone who had some importance to Gunwoo. He knew that Soyeol would be out of reach, so he had Allen dig up anything about a girlfriend or a friend. And Allen found you- thankfully Gunwoo already had you hidden away in his safe house.
“Who is she to him? His girlfriend?” Baek-jeong asks, looking at your picture on Allen’s computer.
“His ex-fiancé,” Allen corrects and Baek-jeong smiles.
“Perfect. Pick her up when she leaves for work,”
“There’s a little problem about that. Gunwoo has been dropping her off and picking her up.”
“Then grab her when she leaves for lunch,”
Gunwoo woke up in a cold sweat. Ever since you’ve been staying with him, he’s been having nightmares about you getting kidnapped. He would leave a few hours before you got off and wait outside the accounting firm where you worked.
You sent him a text, asking if he wanted to grab a coffee with you. Thankfully you did, because two of Baek-jeong’s goons were waiting for you in the parking garage. They drove in front of you and stepped out of the car, causing you to freeze.
You dropped your purse on the floor when the two men approached you wearing all black and a black mask.
“Get in the car.” One of them states.
You attempted to run around the car when one guy grabs your wrist. You dropped your hand down and slipped out of his grip, coming back around punching his throat.
He drops to the ground, cradling his throat as he chokes. You ran like hell down the car garage, hearing heavy footsteps behind you.
“Gunwoo!” You yelled out, the guy behind you grabbed your hair from behind and you slowed your movements.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind. You launched your head back until the back of your head connected with his nose.
He cries out in pain and you sent a quick jab to his crotch. When he loosened his grip on you, you broke away from him.
The man fell to his knees, holding his crotch and you drove a snapping kick to his face before running out the garage entrance.
“Gunwoo,” you called again when you found him looking around the street frantically. He must have heard you the first time.
“Y/N,” he says out loud, meeting you in the street.
“What happened?” He asks cautiously, holding your face in his hand as he searches your body for any bruises or marks.
“They tried to kidnap me,” you said shakily.
“Who?”
“There’s two-“ the men drove out of car garage fast enough to make the wheels screech.
“That’s them,” you pointed after the car but Gunwoo stopped you from taking another step.
“We should drive around a few blocks before we head back home.” He opens the door for you but you hesitate.
“I think they have my purse,”
“Do they have your phone?” He asks, watching as you pat down your pockets. Your phone was thankfully in your back pocket. You showed him the phone and he sighed in relief.
“Let’s go,” he gestured to the open door.
“Can you idiots do anything right?” Baek-jeong seethes at the two bruised men in front of him.
“She’s fast, sir. And she’s trained too.”
“All I hear is excuses. She’s a five foot two woman, and she got the jump on you. You’re fired, get out of my sight.”
**
You and Gunwoo sat in the empty hotel room. Soyeol and Woojin insisted that you have your own room because they wanted to give you some privacy.
Gunwoo and you hesitated at first, not liking the idea of separating the group. But they insisted, Soyeol even begged us to work things out with each other.
“How’s your neck feeling?” Gunwoo asks, breaking the silence between you.
“It’s okay. He didn’t tug me that hard.”
A silence fell between you again and you stood up to open the fridge, hoping there was a complimentary bottle of alcohol.
Thankfully, you found a bottle of soju.
“I should have walked with you instead of waiting for you,”
“Stop blaming yourself for things you can’t contol, Gunwoo.”
“What else am I supposed to do? I feel like I’m a day late and a dollar short at every turn. Baek-jeong is always one step ahead of me.”
“If he was always one step ahead, then I would have been kidnapped by him already.” You had your back to him as you poured two shot glasses of soju.
“He almost did,”
“I meant way before today. Thank you for thinking of me.” You complimented, handing him the shot.
“I’ll always think of you,” he says softly.
You took the shot before your mind could start racing. He did the same, setting down the glass gently.
“I think that’s apart of the problem. I always think of you. I pulled you into my life and now you’re probably always going to be at risk. If someone wanted me to do something I didn’t want to do, all they would need to do is take you.” He explains.
“You didn’t pull me into your life. That makes it sound involuntary. I wanted to be there.”
He shakes his head before standing from the couch.
“The only way that you would ever truly be safe is if we’ve never met,” his word felt like a knife in your stomach.
You turned back around to suppress the tears threatening to escape you. You poured another shot and downed the burning liquid.
“Y/N,” he says when you poured another shot, catching your hand before the glass touched your lips.
He sets the glass on the table and you took a step back from him, his gaze softening when he saw the tears building in your eyes.
“Look me in my eyes and tell me you wished we never met each other,” you fought to keep a steady voice.
When he doesn’t respond, you downed the shot and set the glass in the sink.
“I need to get some air,”
You moved to pick up your purse but he catches your arm and pulled you close.
“I don’t have the heart to ever tell you that because it’s not true. Y/N, you’re the love of my life. I think about what I did every day. How I hurt you.” He starts, watching the tears fall down your cheeks.
“Then why did you say that?”
“Because I feel guilty for putting you in the situation where you felt unsafe. They hurt you. They tried to take you.”
“It’s not your fault, Gunwoo. I wanted to be with you because I love you.”
He cuts you off with a kiss, progressively deepening the kiss as he cradles your face in his hands.
“I love you too,” he says against your lips, he walks you into the counter and you loosely held his wrists.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips moved against yours. His breathing grew heavier when you gripped his shirt in his hands.
Catching you in his arms, he cages you against the counter. He pulled a few inches away from your face, his gaze closely studying your face. He hesitates to lean in for another kiss. You took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
His gaze darkened when you pushed him onto the bed and stood back to pull off your shirt. You unzip your pants and he pulls you into his lap, desperately gripping your waist and kissing you warmly.
His hands smooth over your toned back, gripping the back of your neck loosely. He kissed down your neck slowly, gently nipping at the skin.
You tugged at his shirt and he pulls it over his head. He lifts his hips to pull his sweatpants off and you held his gaze as you took off your bra.
He sits back up and kisses down your neck again, holding your hips while he rolls his hard on against you.
Your lips parted in bliss at the stimulation and you moaned softly. He hooks his finger under your underwear and pulls them down your legs.
You did the same with his boxers, he sighs as his dick hit his stomach. You positioned yourself over his hips, reaching over to smooth the head of his dick between your folds. His grip tightens on your hips with anticipation.
He moans softly when you sank onto him, his gaze falling to where your bodies met.
“Fuck,” he breaths.
Your legs shook when you began moving up and down on him. He pulls you down for a warm kiss on your lips, causing you to slow your movements.
“I love you,” he moans out and you bounced on him, grinding back and forth until you felt your stomach tense.
“I love you too,” you met his gaze and he links his hands with yours.
Your linked hands rested next to his head as you continued to ride him. He thrusts himself up into you when you grinded on him, making your toes curl. You chased your orgasm when he continued to match your thrusts from under you.
You moved against him faster and harder until your body seized.
His dick throbs inside of you, threatening to fill you up but he pulls out of you and finishes on your thighs. The two of you collapsed onto the bed as you caught your breath.
You eventually roll onto your back but he pulls you close so your body curled around his.
You stayed that way for several minutes, holding each other in comfortable silence.
“This feels so surreal.” He tells you, linking his fingers with yours.
You met his gaze with a soft smile.
“I know. Did you ever think we would find our way back to each other?” You questioned.
“I counted on it,”
He leans in to kiss you again when he heard a knock at the hotel door. He kisses you anyway, causing you to chuckle. He eventually stands with a sigh and pulls on his shorts.
“I’ll be right back,” he states, leaning over you to kiss you again.
He pulls away and advances to the bedroom door, closing it behind him. You heard soft voices for a few minutes before the door closed again and Gunwoo re-emerged from the living room.
He stands next to your beside and slowly climbs over your frame, kissing your cheeks smiling when you tried to push him away as you giggled.
