mentions of: body parts, cum, pregnancy, sex positions, masturbation, oral, kinks and probably more
18+ mdni
my masterlist
a/n: these are just my opinions might be ooc for some
pairing: kim gunwoo x reader
A- Aftercare
His aftercare is always so gentle. He first makes sure youre okay and aren’t hurt anywhere and then he brings you food, drinks or anything you need. Afterwards he always cuddles you to sleep
B- Body Part
His favorite body part of yours is definitely your boobs. He loves all of you but he just has an obsession with your boobs.
His own favorite body part is probably his biceps. Idk i just feel like he’s proud of his hard work to get to that point.
C- Cum
He definitely loves cumming inside you the most. But if you don’t want that he also loves cumming on your stomach or face.
D- Dirty secret
He loves imagining you pregnant. Like knowing that you are carrying his child does things to him.
E- Experience
Gunwoo probably doesn’t have a high body count. Maybe like 2 but he definitely knows what he is doing in bed.
F- Favourite Positions
Missionary and Mating press are his number ones for sure. But he doesn’t really which position you’re in as long as he gets to fuck you.
G- Goofy
I feel like it depends on his mood. If he’s feeling good he might crack a few jokes but if he’s pissed off he just wants to get his anger out.
H- Hair
He is shaved bare sometimes he lets it grow a little before shaving it off.
I- Intimacy
Sex with him gets really intimate. Like he always makes sure you feel good and that you are enjoying yourself. But he also makes sure you are actually turned on and he loves doing foreplay
J- Jerk off
He used to do it every now and then but when you started dating he stopped because he has you now why would he use his hand?
K- Kinks
He 100% has a breeding kink and a praise kink. Otherwise i think he’s into exhibitionism and edging.
L- Location
Anywhere in your guys’ apartment for sure like sometimes you’ll fuck in the kitchen and sometimes in your bedroom. It really varies with him. Other than that the gym for sure and in his car as well.
M- Motivation (what turns him on)
Pretty much everything you do but especially you wearing skimpy clothes and he just imagines himself ripping them off of you later.
N- No (stuff he wouldn’t do)
Anything regarding pain like spanking and stuff like that. Also impact play is a no for him he wants you to feel safe with him.
O- Oral
He likes both giving and receiving but he prefers giving just a little more. He loves seeing you fall apart on his tongue.
P- Pace
He’s usually slow but deep. Sometimes though it’s fast and deep.
Q- Quickies
He doesn’t mind them but he prefers taking his time with you.
R- Risk
As i said before he definitely is an exhibitionist so he doesn’t mind risks that much.
S- Stamina
He can go for about 5 rounds before getting tired but if you can’t anymore he immediately stops.
T- Toys
Gunwoo loves using them to edge you. And occasionally while you’re fucking he’ll put a vibrator on your clit just to make you feel better.
U- Unfair
He loves teasing you in public. Like when you’re out on a date he’ll slide his hands up and down your thighs and sometimes when you’re wearing a dress or skirt he fingers you under the table.
V- Volume
He isn’t really that loud maybe sometimes he’ll moan into your ear but usually he just groans
W- Wild card
He’s definitely thought about asking you for a threesome with Woojin
X- Xray
He slightly bigger than average like maybe 6.4 inches and hes like really thick.
Y- Yearning
He’s always yearning for you, you’re just always on his mind.
Z- Zzz
He always makes sure you fall asleep first before he lets himself sleep.
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Being best friends with Gunwoo and Woojin was fun. You were laughing about stupid things all the time. Hanging out with each other a lot. Have sleepovers where you would stay up all night talking about dumb shit and laughing until you almost cried from laughing.
But recently? It was different. You started seeing them in a different light.
Woojin was so damn hot. And Gunwoo. You wouldn't admit it if you DIED but you were fantasizing about riding those abs..
"Yn!!" Woojin's voice pierced through your thoughts.
You cleared your throat.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay bro you've been zoned out for a while"
"Y-yeah.. I'm good.. Just tired I guess.."
"Well, I'll walk you home"
"There's no need-"
"I'm coming too" Gunwoo said.
"Well, let's get going then!" Woojin said.
Woojin was on your right, Gunwoo on your left.
As you walked, your hand accidentally brushed against Woojin's. That alone made your thoughts come back.
"Pull yourself together yn!!!" You thought.
After what felt like an etirnity, you FINALLY arrived home. You expected Woojin and Gunwoo to leave, but instead, Gunwoo insisted on coming in.
"Well.. if you want to.. it's fine.." you said.
But actually? You were stressed. Because you were also ovulating!! You had dirty thoughts about them!! So actually you just wanted to be left alone. But it was too late.
You were curled up on your couch, sandwiched between Gunwoo and Woojin. You guys weren't doing anything in particular. Just sitting around. Watching something on your phones. But it got worse. You felt how your pussy was pulsing.
"Uhm.. I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.."
"Okay" Woojin said, not looking up from his phone.
You quickly made your way to your bathroom. Once you entered, you didn't even realize that you were holding your breath and exhaled. Fuck.. why did you have to be like this?
You pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet seat. There was only one solution to this.
"Yn! Are you there! You've been there for so long!!" Woojin's voice broke through the silence in your bathroom.
"Y-yeah.. it's just.. I think I ate something bad earlier.." lie. You were ACTUALLY imagining how you would ride those abs.. and how they would eat you out. While fingering yourself. Even your face was flushed.
"Okay.. well I made us something to eat and Gunwoo found a good movie so hurry up"
"Okay I'll be there in a few minutes.."
You pulled your pants up again, unsatisfied because of your interrupted climax.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water on your face. You then went out of the bathroom. It smelled amazing.
You made your way to the living room again and sat down next to Gunwoo.
"What was taking so long brooo" Gunwoo snorted.
"Stfu didn't you pick a movie"
"Bruh yes I did"
"Yeah then just start it"
"Wait for Woojin"
"Right"
"Bro you okay? You're really red too.. Do you have a fever?" Gunwoo put his hand on your forehead, but you quickly leaned back.
"I don't"
"You sure? You don't seem okay.."
"Yes I'm sure"
"You're lying"
"No I'm not"
"Yes you aree I can sense it"
"What the fuck?"
"Liarrr liar liar liar"
"Stop it!!"
"You're a liar"
"I said stop!!"
"Then what took you so long?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just because"
Gunwoo's face was so close to yours that you couldn't even make out what he said.
"Well.. I.. I-i.."
"You.. what?"
"I think I have diarrhea"
It was quiet for a second. Then, Gunwoo bursted out laughing.
"You thought I'd believe that?"
"Wtf do you want me to say then?"
"I was at the door yn."
"What?"
"I said, I was at the bathroom door and I heard you."
"W-what are you talking about"
"Oh yn.. stop pretending.. I know what you were doing in there.."
Gunwoo suddenly grabbed both of your hands with a single hand and pinned you down against your couch.
"I heard you whisper moan our names.. "Woojin.. Gunwoo.." and I heard the slick sounds which were unmistakably fingering sounds"
Your face was burning with embarrassement.
"W-why..?"
"Well, I was technically going to call you because Woojin told me to. But I waited so I could scare you. But guess I got surprised with something much better.."
That damn smirk. The smirk that had you wet down there. The one you imagined Gunwoo would give you while eating you out.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!!"
You see that Woojin was here with the food, almost dropping it just like his jaw.
"Gunwoo? Yn? What in the WORLD are you guys doing?!"
"I-it's not what it looks like.." you try to explain. You look up at Woojin, expecting a disappointed look, but you were surprised to see him smirking too.
"Can I join?"
"What?"
"Sure" Gunwoo said.
"W-what??"
"Oh baby.. Don't pretend that you're so good at hiding.. it's written all over your face" Gunwoo let you go, but instead, Woojin took your hands and pulled you on your feet.
"You look so beautiful.." he brushed his thumb across your face. He looked in your eyes before connecting your lips. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly grew into a heated, needy kiss. You moaned into Woojin's lips when you felt his hands cupping your ass.
He slowly lifted you like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You were pressed against the nearest wall, and Woojin once again captured your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue made its way in your mouth. As you were pressed, you could feel Woojin's hard erection. Fuck.. he seemed big.. Woojin let out a groan as your hand wandered to his crotch, giving it a slight squeeze.
Woojin stopped pinning you against the wall and carried you to your bedroom. He lay you down and climbed on top of you. Right after him, Gunwoo followed and settled down next to you.
He helped you sit up a bit and also helped you get rid of your shirt and bra.
Woojin, from his position, helped you by pulling down your pants. He didn't even bother asking if they were expensive, he ripped your panties apart. "I'll buy you new ones if they were expensive"
"It's not.. important.."
Your breath hitched as you felt Gunwoo's lips on your neck and Woojin's hot breath against your clit at the same time.
Woojin striped his tongue along your folds, drawing out a whimper from you.
"Fuck.. you taste so good.." not much time passed, and Woojin was fully eating you out. You had turned into a whimpering mess. And Gunwoo had moved from your neck to hovering above you to kiss you.
You were very overstimulated already, but then you felt Woojin push two fingers inside. You moaned in Gunwoo's mouth.
"Damn.. what beautiful sounds you make for us.."
Woojin was eating you out so good that your vision was blurry. His fingers were pumping in and out, you had never felt this good in your life. Slowly, you felt your orgasm approach.
You came with a loud cry against Gunwoo's lips.
Woojin licked your juices off and switched places with Gunwoo. With one quick motion, you were lying on your stomach.
"Get on your hands and knees" Gunwoo said. You quickly obeyed him.
Immediately, Gunwoo pushed inside without a warning, making you almost fall forward.
You moaned at the stretch, feeling overwhelmed. Before you could let out more moans, Woojin pushed himself in your mouth.
You moaned around his girth. Gunwoo was pounding into you, pushing you forward. You hollowed your cheeks to take Woojin deeper.
Gunwoo's pace was relentless. He was so deep inside and you took Woojin so deep that you felt Gunwoo in your throat.
Woojin was fucking your mouth too, he was so deep that your nose was touching his pelvis.
The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and slowly, you felt another orgasm approach. Your muffled whimpers were getting more urgent.
Gunwoo's voice cracked as he whimpered. "Fuck.. so tight.. you're so close.."
And you were. The way he said turned you on even more and your pussy clenched around him. That was the last straw for Gunwoo.
You felt thick ropes of cum fill you, and you moaned around Woojin's girth. Gunwoo pulled out of you, which meant that you could focus more on Woojin, even though you groaned cuz you were feeling empty.
You bobbed your head up and down and tried to take him even deeper. You licked a stripe along his length. Then your tongue circled his tip before taking him in your mouth once again. You could feel that Woojin was close.
You squeezed his balls once, then you gagged as you felt thick ropes of cum go down your throat. You swallowed around Woojin.
You sat up, dazed. You were too shy to say it out loud but you were a bit unsatisfied because you still hadn't had another orgasm. But of course, your best friends knew you very well, so once again, you were sandwiched between them.
Woojin grabbed your face, turned you to him and kissed you. Meanwhile, Gunwoo striped his fingers along your folds and teased you. You tried to grab his hand to quicken things up.
A broken cry escaped you as Gunwoo pushed two of his thick fingers, his middle and ring finger, inside and immediately pumped them in and out of you. His fingers were just so thick and perfect from working out, it felt like heaven. Your back arched off the bed slightly and your eyes rolled back. Gunwoos pace was almost punishing.
His fingers curled up just right, making you let out a pornographic moan. Gunwoo continued to hit your sweet spot and not soon after, you came with a loud cry. Your thighs shuddered with pleasure.
Woojin stood up and brought you a cold glass of water.
"Next time you need help, just call us, we'll be more than happy to help" he said, winking at you.
Summary: You've shown interest in boxing in the past and your friend offers to give you a little lesson that doesn't last very long...
Pairing: Woojin x Friend!reader
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive
Warnings: Praise kink, they make out, reader feels his boner
Word count: 1.3k
Authors note: MY BABYYY WOOJINNN :')) I did a mix of fluff and suggestive because the pole was pretty even but if you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to send them in!! Also i feel like this had to have been done before but I mean what can we expect trainer!woojin is so freaking hot i love him... okay enjoy hehe <3 likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated:p
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"Does it always smell this bad in here?"
Woojin sat cross-legged on the mat in front of you, head tilted as he took an exaggerated sniff of the musty gym air. “Hmm, I don’t smell anything,” he replied.
You curled your lip in disgust. “Never mind.”
He chuckled under his breath and reached for the roll of hand wrap as you extended your right hand toward him.
His palm was strong and callused against your hand, and the moment your skin met his, a faint flush crept up the back of his neck.
You watched him closely from above as he began looping the wrap around your wrist and between your fingers, the brush of his fingertips sending tiny sparks up your arm.
“I love this hair on you,” you said quietly after minutes of silent observation.
Woojin’s eyes lifted to yours, the brown in his eyes lighter this close and suddenly shy. The corners of his mouth lifted, genuine and shy.
“You’re the only one who told me not to cut it.”
You pouted. “Well, your long hair was so pretty.”
His blush deepened and spread across both cheeks. He ducked his head, pretending to focus on the wrap, but you still caught the way his ears went pink and the silly little grimace he made to play it off. You couldn’t help your grin; the contrast between his usual loud, ridiculous persona and this flustered version of him made you giddy.
When he finished wrapping both hands, he helped slide the gloves on, then he stood, offering you a hand up.
“Alright, rookie. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Inside the ring, Woojin demonstrated the basics, starting with the proper stance. You mirrored him, suddenly nervous under his assessing gaze, and he tilted his head before shaking it and moving around your figure until he was behind you.
His hands settled lightly on your shoulders first, then your hips, adjusting your stance with gentle but firm pressure. Every intimate point of contact sent your heart in a frenzy. He was so close you could smell the faint trace of his cologne over the overpowering scent of the gym.
“Feet like this,” he murmured, tapping your ankle with his foot. “Shoulders relaxed. Good. Now jab like this.”
He sounded different from what you were used to, more serious. His voice was low as he rattled out instructions, and you felt your own skin begin to burn.
You tested the jab a few times in the air with both fists before he slid his own mitts on, gesturing for you to punch his raised arm.
You did exactly as he showed you. His hand barely moved, but the solid thud of impact made his eyes widen.
“Whoa—okay, that had power.” Surprise colored his tone, quickly melting into a bright, proud laugh. “Again. Harder.”
You worked harder than you had in a while, desperate to impress him. Sweat began to bead at your temples, sliding down your neck as your breathing picked up.
Each time your glove connected, he screamed out words of encouragement, acting as if you’d just knocked out a heavyweight.
“That’s it! Again—good girl.”
The words caught you by surprise as you stumbled, your balance vanishing. Your cheeks burned hot and you turned away quickly, gloves on your knees while you tried to catch your breath.
“What happened?” he asked, stepping closer, voice filled with confusion.
You heaved in another breath and turned back toward him, immediately regretting it when you saw just how good he really looked. His sweat-damp hair stuck to his forehead, his tank clinging to his chest, his muscles on full display. You had to look away again.
“You can’t just say that…”
He blinked before slowly realizing what you meant. “Say what? Good girl?”
Your face burned hotter. You groaned his name into the padding of your gloves, mortified.
Woojin laughed, bright and delighted, clearly enjoying every second of your suffering. “I’m only asking a question."
You huffed, ripped the gloves off with shaking hands, and made a break for the ropes. He was after you in an instant, long legs eating up the short distance. What started as an attempt to escape turned into a ridiculous fight—him grabbing at your waist while you swatted at him with half-hearted slaps, both of you laughing and breathless. The struggle lasted maybe ten seconds before he caught you properly, strong arms gripping around your middle and hauling your back flush against his chest.
“Woojin,” you breathed.
He hummed, the sound vibrating against your spine. “Are you done fighting me?”
Your breath shook. “Y-yes.”
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he dipped his head, his lips brushing the side of your neck. “Good girl.”
Your knees buckled; only the strength of his arms kept you upright. He kissed your neck fully with slow, open-mouthed brushes, followed by the scrape of his teeth and the soft press of his tongue.
One of his hands splayed wide across your waist, then slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, palm hot against your lower belly as he pulled you even tighter against him. The hardness that pressed against your lower back made your next exhale come out as a whimper.
“Woojin—”
He groaned against your shoulder, the sound echoing in the quiet gym, and you twisted in his arms to face him. You didn't expect him to look so wrecked—eyes wide and dark, lips parted, expression so open and desperate it stole your breath. This strong, ridiculous man looked like he was about ready to do anything you asked of him.
A rush of want and power surged through you. You cupped his chin and tugged it down, his lips meeting yours.
The first brush was soft, almost careful, both of you testing the waters. Then something in him—his patience—snapped. He devoured your lips, all the intensity you had only ever seen him unleash in the ring suddenly focused entirely on you.
His hands were everywhere—sliding up your back, gripping your waist, threading through your hair. When your tongue slipped past his lips, he made a broken sound and hauled you up, hands under your thighs until your legs locked around his waist.
You cupped his flushed cheeks and kissed him harder, tasting the salt of his sweat and the faint mint of the gum he’d been chewing earlier.
He pressed you back until the ropes of the ring dug into your skin so he could kiss you even deeper.
The heavy clang of the gym door opening barely registered to you until Gunwoo's voice disturbed the silence.
“Mom, I’ll call you back.”
You whipped your head around to look at him, your legs sliding down Woojin’s body until your feet met the floor. The three of you stared at one another as you and Woojin caught your breaths, each of you waiting for the other to break the silence.
Gunwoo eventually did with a delighted smile when he looked straight at Woojin and said, “You finally told her you like her.”
Woojin’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He shook his head frantically, making a slicing motion across his throat, and Gunwoo’s smile dropped as he realized his mistake.
You turned to Woojin with a satisfied grin, but his murderous eyes remained locked on his best friend.
Before he could speak, you cleared your throat, still flushed and breathless. “Well, I’ll leave you boys to it. I’m gonna go home and shower.”
Woojin’s hand shot out, catching your wrist. He pouted—lower lip jutting out as his big, round eyes finally met yours. “Where are you going…?”
“...home,” you repeated, patting his chest with your free hand. “...to shower. And get out of this smelly gym. Bye!”
You flashed him one last mischievous smile, gathered your things, and slipped out of the gym. The door swung shut behind you, but not before you heard Gunwoo’s sheepish voice.
“How was I supposed to know you didn’t say anything… You were kissing each other.”
Woojin groaned loudly, the sound followed by an exaggerated mocking of Gunwoo’s disappointed tone, and you were almost 100% certain that he he rolled his eyes right after.
hi i was wondering if you could do a geonwoo from bloodhounds x reader? maybe they’re on a date and he gets protective over the reader?
Gunwoo × Reader / when he gets protective
A/N: Hiii, thank you so much for the request. I love the idea and I hope you enjoy! I hope it reaches your expectations.
Warning(s): None? (Not proofread, lmk if anything sounds odd!)
The air was chilly outside in the evening. However, the atmosphere is cozy. Just holding his warm hands made your day a tad bit better.
Small clouds of warm breath fill the air as you walk towards your favorite Korean barbecue spot at a steady pace.
He'd often take you there as he formerly worked there and liked to show off his skills cooking the meat. Anything to impress you.
Actually, it's the place where you went on a first date together when he finally had the guts to ask you. Which you ofcourse immediately accepted as you had hoped for this day to come.
Now you're going back there. You're almost regulars at this rate. It's become a repeating occurrence.
It's his favorite place to go, and hotpot his favorite food... well, short after ribeye steak, but that's too expensive. Though once in a while, you liked to suprise him with it.
"I can't wait any longer. I'm starving," he said, his hand slightly squeezing yours in excitement. He had a lot of boxing training today with his best friend Woojin and now had a great appetite cause of it. "Me too, you must be after training so much you better eat well," a chuckle leaves quickly after.
The light of the familiar sign of the restaurant gives a warm color to your faces as you stand at the entrance of the place. "Good thing we're here cause I'm not waiting any longer" he rushed in playfully, not wanting to wait any longer, giving you no time to think. "Hey Gunwoo, wait for me!".
Moments later, you're both seated and all set on the soft plush sofa you know all too well. And the smell of hot beef. Which he cooked like a pro.
not too long and not too short. Perfect.
Like always, he'd feed the first piece to you with a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Open up, I made it just how you like it" he extended the piece of meat between his metal chopsticks after blowing on it to cool off.
He wouldn't want you to have to do any of the work like the gentleman he is.
"Mhm, it's perfect." You chew on the perfectly cooked meat which makes his cheeks tint a light color of pink, though he'd deny it if mentioned. Though perfection is what you'd expect of someone who had worked there as well.
After a while of enjoying the fun date together getting taken care of by your boyfriend Gunwoo, you decided to head for a bathroom break.
You stand up, getting out of the plush seating and give him a quick teasing peck on the cheek. "I'll be back in a moment, wait for me" with a chuckle you head there.
Gunwoo is really the best, you think. He always makes sure to treat me like a princess and take care of me. It's adorable, really. Even Woojin liked to tease him for it.
You reach the door and do your thing. When stepping back out into the main dining area, an unknown guy stops you as you're a few meters away from you and Gunwoo's table.
Must be a new server. You don't recognize him, though he must be a new server as he's wearing the uniform.
He gave a short greating as I akwardly returned the same. Taking a small glance at the name card, it said Yoon Sihun. "Hello, I've heard you're a regular here by my colleagues, you can call me Sihun".
"Yeah, you could say so" I said politely, though trying to get back to Gunwoo quickly". "You're pretty, you know I'd love to take you out sometime".
That didn't go unnoticed. Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. "Let's go back to our table, shall we?" He remained composed though giving a certain look towards the waiter. And then quickly took you back to our table at a semi rushed pace.
He's just like a golden retriever.
You both sit back down at the table, though this time you're next to him. "What was that guy all about..." he tries not to show it but sulks a little. "Are you pouting?" A small chuckle of endearment leaves your mouth. He huffs softly.
He would've been fine if it was just a compliment. He wants you to know how amazing you are. Though asking you out was too much. No way he'd let someone take you away from him. Your his. And he's planning to keep it like that. You're his special girl.
"You know I'm only for you, don't worry, hm?" You playfully poke his cheek, which makes him soften up. Though you always manage to without much effort. He's just a big softie on the inside after all.
Luckily, the date wasn't ruined by that. Though Gunwoo would just have to keep an eye on that new guy the next time. You'll just make it up by giving him extra cuddles tonight.
Just what he loves.
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A/N:
Hi, I hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry if it's a little short. Feel free to request again if you'd like I'd love to write again for you!
Also, a tag for another person who asked if I could write for Gunwoo:
Mornings were always a pain for Ha-yun. Her body laid curled up in the comfort of her blankets refusing to budge even an inch to silence the alarm blaring all throughout the room. There were times where she'd hear her next-door neighbors bang on the walls in an attempt to coax her to awaken. It continued to sound as she burrowed her face further into her pillow.
She and her alarm clock were in an intense and never-ending battle that'll last until her lungs could no longer breathe or when her stomach grumbled louder than her need for sleep. Just as she was about to fall back into the land of dreams, her consciousness loosening, another more pressing ring rudely awakened her.
She let out a lengthy groan, unwillingly lifted her head from her bed, sending a deathly glare at her ringing phone. She hastily reached for her phone, not bothering to check the caller ID prior to asking in a hoarse tone, "What?"
There was a voice that came through, it sounded a bit muffled, it didn't help that her alarm clock was still roaring, "You haven't turned off your alarm clock?"
Annoyance filled her being as she weakly reached over to shut up her clock. "What do you think?" She hissed. She never understood how some people gathered enough energy to willingly wake up at the crack of dawn. To her, it was a sanctuary she was always unwilling to leave and anyone who would forcefully remove her from her haven was considered an enemy until she drank her morning green tea. "Why are you calling so early?"
There was a silent pause, so silent she could feel herself slipping back into unconsciousness, her mind conjuring the image of Geon-woo quietly checking the time. A trifling sense of disbelief was intertwined in his voice, "It's only ten in the morning."
"It's too early." She stated. She didn't want much in life, but decent sleep.
"I'm bored." Geon-woo whined.
She let out a long jagged sigh, "Then train. Aren't you supposed to be training?" Her head somehow found its way back onto her pillow, her eyes fluttering as sleep steadily began to drag her back to slumber, the grip on her phone loosening.
"I can't. The gym is closed." He admitted, his voice riddled with blatant disappointment even she could distinguished in her state, "The employees are quarantining."
It was as if all drowsiness left her body as she shot up from her bed, an audible snap echoed from her back, followed by an overwhelming ache. Her arm instinctively reached back to clench her shirt. "Do I have to quarantine?"
In recent days, she had visited the gym Geon-woo likes to train in. Had she been infected by the virus? Does she need to call her boss and let him know she has to quarantine even though she hasn't felt any symptoms? She had tried to be careful and to have possibly caught the disease was a devastating blow.
Geon-woo's voice was frantic, "No! No, Su-jin said we should be fine. They're just being careful."
She let out an exhausting wheeze, "Oh," before a yawn escaped from her lips. She pressed the speaker icon before placing her phone onto her bed, beginning to stretch out her arms, careful not to push her back to its limits. She had done this song and dance before and every time it left her feeling more drained.
"Now that you're awake..." He began, a tinge of amusement slipped through the call, "How about we meet up?" I want you to meet someone."
Ha-yun arched a brow at the thought of Geon-woo meeting someone in some capacity. The thing about Geon-woo was that he was unusually busy to the point where making friends was off the table. He worked a myriad of odd jobs to help his mother financially keep the family cafe afloat. It was a small cozy place that was hit hard by the ramifications of the pandemic just like another other small business. The pandemic had led to little to no foot traffic.
"Meet who?" She questioned, her bare feet now touching the coolness of the floor below. Mornings were her greatest enemy, right next to hunger; it should be a crime to be woken up so early.
He brushed over the question, "Just a friend."
Her stomach rumbled in dismay, "Yeah, but who?" In not one of the conversations they had had in-person, call, or text had he ever mentioned meeting anyone before. Not a single time and granted, it had been a while since they were able to spend time together in-person, but they'd still texted semi-frequently.
"It's a boxer." He said.
She unconsciously nodded despite knowing he couldn't see her movement. That makes sense. She knew Geon-woo had the tendency to be polite to a fault. After every match, if he had the funds to, he'd typically invite his opponents or opponents to an inexpensive celebratory meal.
His opponents, however, confuse his generosity with unabashedly parading his victory. They'd become irked by his genuine generosity and to learn someone had taken the time to realize he wasn't mocking them was relieving. Someone had finally seen he wasn't flaunting his wins, but genuinely wanted connection with others in the sport they loved.
"Okay." She agreed, knowing she would probably hate herself later on into the day. Although, all she had planned today was sleeping in and ordering food, her plans were already foiled.
She moved towards her dresser, its top cluttered with scattered makeup, hair accessories, and other small ornaments. She carelessly opened the first drawer, disturbing the items on top, filled to the brim with her everyday shirts.
"Great!" She heard as his delight was so pronounced as it stream-lighted in every syllable he spoke. She paused for a moment to process the way he sounded: oddly elated. His new friend must've made quite the impression to get him to sound so excited.
He continued, "I'll send you the address. I'm currently going to his place right now. I'll see you there!"
"Yeah, okay." She said walking with clothes draped over her arm before hearing the call cut off.
It was about an hour and a half when she found herself standing in front of a rundown apartment building. There were visible cracks that could be seen from the ground floor. They weren't too big, but still noticeable. The paint that used to be white had long since faded into a dirty creamish color.
She pulled out her phone to glance at the last two messages Geon-woo had sent her; the first contained the address of said apartment complex and the other was a measly 'we're on the roof.'
If it had been anyone other then Geon-woo than she would've just gone home. It was a bit sketchy and it felt like a scene from a horror movie where a character was lured to their death.
Upon entering the apartment complex, her gaze fell upon a small paper sign taped onto the doors of the elevator. As she grew closer, she was able to read the blocky letters: Not working, use stairs.
Dammit. She groaned. Was it too late to go home? The apartment complex had so many floors, meaning so many stairs. She should've just rejected the invitation and stayed curled up in bed. She didn't sign up for excessive and unnecessary exercise.
She sighed before gathering what little strength she had and began her rigorous journey to the rooftop. Climbing stairs upon stairs was an exhausting feat. The muscles on her legs were screaming, she heaved heavily trying to intake as much air as possible, and she knew the soreness of her body would be too real in the morning after.
She lost track of time as she forced her body to continue. As far she knew, it could've been hours since she'd attempted to climb each and every stairs in the complex. She could die there. Geon-woo better have brought food, she only brewed her green tea before arriving, and her stomach was not happy. She needed substance.
When she finally saw light at the end of the, what seemed to be endless, tunnel she let out a relieved sigh. Only a few more steps. She could hear incoherent mumbles as she drew closer to the top of the stairs.
As the tips of her fingers grazed the knob on the door, she heard a man ask in a whining voice, "And when is your friend arriving? The food is almost ready?"
"She'll be here soon." There was a bit of certainty in Geon-woo's voice that almost made her turn around only to prove him wrong, but the aroma of cooking noodles was too much to leave behind.
She pushed the door open, quietly surprised it didn't creak, before announcing, "I'm here! And starving!"
Both men, who were seated on random weathered chairs, turned in absolute surprise. They had vastly different expressions plastered onto their faces.
There was a familiar softness in Geon-woo's eyes even when they were filled with bewilderment. His head was slightly tilted, almost like a cutesy dumbstruck puppy. He had the whole look down to the finest details.
His friend's expression was a different story. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape as if he let out a silent shriek, his cheeks flushed crimson red. His arms were positioned in-front of him like they were ready for a fight despite him clenching a pot lid and a pair of chopsticks in both of his hands.
Geon-woo's face brightened, "Ha-yun! This is Woo-jin!"
The first detail that caught her eye was his short wavy hair. It was slightly longer than Geon-woo's. He wore a black sweater with a sort of dusty golden design, but couldn't quite tell what the brand was from this angle. The shirt beneath was a bright red color.
"Nice to meet you!" She would've reached for his hand, but they were occupied so she chose to nod in his direction. She took the empty seat next to Geon-woo and noticed a large plat of wood laying on top of three plastic crates. There were six empty noodle bags with other used ingredients scattered on the tray closest to her.
"Likewise." Woo-jin's attention was brought back to the soup as he stirred the noodles.
"What were you guys talking about?" She asked.
Geon-woo replied, "Mayweather."
Woo-jin explained further, "I think he's the top dog, but your friend over here thinks otherwise."
"That's because Geon-woo feels like Mayweather is more of a businessman than a boxer." Ha-yun clarified, not knowing if Geon-woo had already given him the spiel she's heard multiple times.
"He's in it for the money, but he's ridiculously good at it." Woo-jin nodded, "Probably made a few hundred billion."
Geon-woo observed him for a moment like he was peeling off layer by layer of his character. "Does money only matter to you?" Geon-woo viewed boxing as an art form. It was meant to be taken with an undying love for the sport, not the potential of making millions.
"What could matter more than money?" Woo-jin interjected.
She could tell he didn't quite understand what Geon-woo was asking. Was money his only drive towards the sport? Was it all that mattered to him?
"The heart of a boxer." Woo-jin erupted into uncontrollable laughter. His laugh, so thunderous, left Geon-woo perplexed. "What?" He nudged his arm, "Dude!"
"No, no, sorry. It's just you got so serious all of a sudden. It caught me off guard, that's all." Woo-jin added, placing the lid back onto the boiling pot of noodles, "Please elaborate on this boxer's heart."
Geon-woo began to slouch on his chair, leaning closer to Woo-jin, prepared to pitch his perspective. "I think Manny Pacquiao is the best example because-"
Woo-jin pretended to throw several punches at Geon-woo, "Pow! Pow! Pow! Pacquiao! Pow! Pow!"
"Come on, dude." Geon-woo complained, "Let me have my moment. I never cut you off, man." He was just getting started, too.
Woo-jin let out a last laugh. "I'm sorry, marine. I'll never cut you off." He promised.
"Well," Geon-woo began again, "I admire Pacquiao's heart, you know? He never gives up." Boxing was a passion ingrained onto him since he accidentally stumbled onto a broadcasted boxing match when he was younger.
"Okay, I can give him that, but Mayweather made a lot more money."
"But I bet a lot more kids started dreaming of becoming a boxer because of Pacquiao. That's true for me at least." Geon-woo mentioned, "That's the kind of person I want to be. A person who shows that with strong will and undying passion, anyone will be able to achieve all of their dreams."
Woo-jin added, "It's windy today."
Ha-yun noticed how Geon-woo's speech must've been too intense for Woo-jin. He always gets that way when boxing becomes a topic of discussion. He becomes impassioned to a fault. Seemingly out-of-character for him, but it was an unfiltered version of him.
"That's a true boxer's heart and the kind of hope we should inspire in the people watching us. A boxer's heart-" He was interrupted again, but still he showed no frustration.
"The food's ready. Let's eat." Woo-jin had lifted the lid, the essence of spicy noodle soup infiltrated her nostrils. He handed Geon-woo and Ha-yun their own pair of chopsticks, using his own to pile noodles into a bowl. He then picked up a ladle and poured the broth over the noodles. "Here."
She was the last to savor the noodles, relishing in the spices added, sedating the rumble of her stomach.
"Is it good?" He asked, despite already having slurped some noodles.
She took a sip of the broth before nodding excitedly, "So good."
They didn't move much after that. They spent the rest of the day talking on the rooftop. It was more fun than she'd like to admit, almost thankful she did leave the comfort of her bed, but she'd never mutter those words to anyone. She'd slowly become accustomed to Woo-jin's humor. He was definitely a personality. One that complements Geon-woo very well.
Geon-woo and Ha-yun left when the sun was beginning to set. They'd opted to walk home rather than spend money they didn't have even though it slowly killed Ha-yun.
"What do you think about Woo-jin?" They had walked far enough from the apartment complex and Geon-woo was curious.
Ha-yun sent him a soft smile, "He's fun. I think he's a good friend to have." Woo-jin seemed like a great fit for their duo, now a trio, and he was able to understand Geon-woo in ways she never could. Those two could talk about boxing all day long and never get bored. She could barely hold a conversation about boxing for thirty minutes before she's just listening to Geon-woo speak.
A piercing ringtone echoes throughout the semi-empty street. The two halted their conversation as Geon-woo pulled out his phone from his pocket, "Hey, mom."
She couldn't make out much of what was being said and she just took it as a sign to mind her own business. She watched as cars came and went as she waited for the crosswalk sign to turn green.
"I'm almost there. Strange people? Who?" His relaxed posture suddenly turned stiff. "Mom? What's going on?"
She sent him a worried glance. He was panicking. She knew that for certain and whatever it was grave. She knew Geon-woo's mother for a long time and she knew how unwavering she was. That was when she heard glass shatter. It was loud enough for even her ears to pick up the sound followed by a petrified scream.
Geon-woo didn't speak. He didn't waver. He ran. He crossed the road without bothering to check if there were any upcoming cars. He ran despite the cars beeping at him. He ran like hell and she followed.
She was beginning to lose sight of him. She urged her already tired legs to accelerate. They weren't too far from his mother's cafe, that's where she assumes she is, but her legs were worn out by climbing up and down the stairs. She hoped she wouldn't arrive too late, hoping to help in any way, shape, or form.
It took longer than she'd like, but the cafe was finally in her line of sight now followed by the numerous grown men groaning on the ground. The windows of the cafe were smashed in and a wimpy man came running out, scared out of his wits. She didn't bother with him though, too worried about the people she cared about.
She ran in without a fuss and saw Geon-woo throwing punch after punch to an abnormally large stranger. He was tall, almost built like a tank, and he was just taking Geon-woo's punches. She had never seen anyone else be able to remain upright after a punch to the liver, yet there he was.
She was barely able to pull her eyes away from the fight. She desperately searched for his mother in the now destroyed cafe and her eyes wandered behind the counter. She ran, careful not to step on pieces of broken glass and knocked over furniture.
There behind the counter remained Geon-woo's mother. She flinched every time she heard her son groan in pain. He was now trying to withstand the punches from the ungodly broad man.
"Did they hurt you?" Ha-yun asked, careful not to startle her too much.
"No." She wailed.
Ha-yun looked out the broken windows, saw the men pull themselves up from the ground, but barely managed to stand upright. They had a slim chance at leaving unscathed, but Geon-woo was losing the fight. More glass shattered and she was afraid to look over the counter, but she wouldn't forgive herself if she allowed his mother to see him in such a state.
When she peered over the counter, she saw a man standing over Geon-woo's bleeding body gazing like he was beneath him. He stood over him, his arms behind his back, before leaning down closer to Geon-woo's broken body.
"Hey." His voice commanded attention. "I appreciate people with grit. Because guys with grit... They can get anything done." She could hear Geon-woo cough. "Do you want to work for me? I'll make sure that-" He coughed more and something seemed to hit a nerve for the man leaning down before him.
His offer died down and the switch up was dangerously instantaneous. His people standing guard outside stiffened at the sight and a pit grew in her stomach. This man was so disturbed his own men feared him.
"Get the girl." He commanded. The air intensified and she stood up to lead the approaching man away from Geon-woo's mother. Her hands reached for one of the fallen chairs scattered throughout the cafe. It was a lousy attempt to create some sort of barrier or obstacle.
The burly man peeled it out of her hands, throwing it elsewhere, a loud bang echoed. She flinched as his unwanted hands reached her. She tried to fight back. Scratch up his face, tear out his eyes, but it only made him more angry.
He threw her onto the ground, her back landing on one of the broken chairs and shards of glass. She wailed as her head smashed onto the ground. Her body was screaming in pain. Was she going to die?
The leader casually walked towards her and crouched over her limp body. She could feel his weight on her, crushing her chest, as tears trailed down her cheeks.
One hand pushed her face to the side and the other held a large blade. She tried to use what little strength she had left to push him off of her, but it wasn't enough. He was too strong, too heavy, for her to even budge. She let out an ear-piercing scream as he began to carve on her skin. Blood dripped down from her cut.
Some pooled its way into her mouth. A metallic taste overwhelming her senses. She just wanted it to end. The last thing she saw was his ear-splitting grin before her vision went dark.
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I HAVE AN AMAZING THEORY FOR S3 (and if not then I hope to read it in a fic somewhere pretty please) SO hear me out
(((SPOILERS AHEAD)))
I noticed by the end of s2 gunwoo seemed really guarded with his emotions, like after he finally beat up baekjeong and the others were cheering he didn’t smile or anything and when his mum was hugging them he just looked kinda blank while his tears rolled 🥲 my theory is that he’s going to start trying to be too strong and take protecting his family SO seriously from now on, almost like a trauma response if anyone even looks woojin or his mum’s way he won’t hesitate to fk them up (I exaggerate but you get the gist of it) but basically what I’m saying is maybe he’s going to stray from his softness/boxer’s heart and accidentally hurt some innocents in the process, and I also think the reason woojin was portrayed more vulnerable in s2 is bc he’s going to be instrumental in bringing him back 👀
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.
