#공유

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Part 6

summary: It's your first red carpet, will you take it in stride or-?

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

Waking up to chaos had become a daily routine.

If it wasn’t my phone buzzing with notifications from people I barely knew, it was the sound of reporters stationed outside my apartment, still hoping for a juicy update on the world’s weirdest accidental engagement.

And if it wasn’t them, it was—

knock knock knock.

—him.

With a deep sigh, I trudged toward the door, mentally preparing for whatever nonsense Gong Yoo had decided to throw at me today.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened it, I was greeted by a smug grin and a paper bag full of food being waved in my face.

“Breakfast,” he announced, stepping inside before I could protest. “You’re welcome.”

I blinked at him. “Do I... owe you money for this?”

He gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “What kind of fiancé would I be if I charged you for food?”

“The kind who isn’t actually my fiancé.”

“You wound me.”

I rolled my eyes but took the bag anyway.

This was how it had been for the past few days. He just kept showing up and bringing food, sticking around, and acting like he belonged in my apartment and in my life.

And unfortunately, I was getting used to it.

That morning, between bites of ridiculously expensive pastries, Gong Yoo casually mentioned,

“I need you to come to a red carpet event with me.”

I nearly dropped my coffee. “Excuse me?”

“Event. Red Carpet. Fancy. Celebrities. Cameras. You know, the usual.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And why, exactly, do you need me there?”

He tilted his head, looking far too innocent. “Because I like your company?”

I snorted. “Try again.”

“Because if I show up alone, people will start asking if our engagement is fake.”

I crossed my arms. “Which it is.”

“Shhh.” He placed a finger over my lips—an actual finger on my actual lips. It's crazy how just one finger made a shiver run down my spine.

I swatted his hand away, ignoring the heat rising in my face and the unholy thoughts in my mind. “Fine. But you owe me.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

The event was insanely glamorous—the kind of place where everyone looked like they belonged in a movie.

Which made me feel like an imposter.

I tugged at my dress, glancing at Gong Yoo, who had just stepped out of the car beside me. He looked...

Ridiculously good.

Like he was born to wear a tux. Like he’d just walked off the cover of a magazine.

I, on the other hand, was still trying to figure out how to step out of a car without face-planting gracefully.

“You okay?” he asked, offering his hand.

I stared at it.

Then at him.

Then at the sea of flashing cameras waiting for us.

I sighed and took his hand.

And just like that, we were holding hands in public, like a real couple.

Inside, things weren’t much better.

I quickly realized three things:

Every single person here knew Gong Yoo and wanted to talk to him.

Every single person here was staring at me, whispering about who I was and why he was with me.

Gong Yoo was doing nothing to stop the rumours.

He seemed to be enjoying this.

“Gong Yoo, my man!” Some actor I vaguely recognized clapped him on the shoulder. “And this must be the fiancée!”

Gong Yoo smiled, sliding an arm around my waist. Around my actual waist.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Yup,” he said smoothly. “She’s incredible, isn’t she?”

The actor nodded enthusiastically. “Lucky guy.”

Gong Yoo turned to me, grinning like he’d just won something. “I am, aren’t I?” It sounded far too genuine than I expected it.

I stared at him. He was enjoying this.

Two could play that game.

I turned to the actor, smiling sweetly. “You should hear how much he snores.”

Gong Yoo’s smile froze.

The actor laughed. “That bad, huh?”

“Like a chainsaw,” I said innocently.

Gong Yoo shot me a look. “Oh, you’re evil.”

I grinned. “You love it.”

Later that night, as we stood on a balcony overlooking the city, I found myself... relaxed.

The chaos of the evening had settled. The cameras were gone. The lights from the city twinkled below us.

Gong Yoo leaned against the railing beside me, hands in his pockets.

“This wasn’t so bad, right?” he asked.

I thought about it.

“No,” I admitted. “Not bad.”

“Good.”

I glanced at him. “Why do you keep doing this?”

He turned to me, eyes searching mine. “Doing what?”

“Showing up. Bringing food. Dragging me to events. Acting like this is real.”

For once, he didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

My breath hitched.

And then, softly, he said, “Maybe...I don’t want it to be fake anymore.”

The world felt too still.

I swallowed. “Gong Yoo—”

“You don’t have to say anything now. It's just that..ever since the day we went on that date, I can't seem to stop thinking about you, everything I do, everything I eat, everything I read, everything makes me wonder if you would like it, if you would find it funny, if it would make you smile. I don't know what it is, what this feeling is, but I definitely don't want to give up on it because god knows I haven't felt like this before."

He squeezed my hand. “Just... think about it.”

My heart was doing dangerous things.

And for the first time since this entire mess started, I realized...

Maybe I wanted to think about it.

Maybe I wanted to stop pretending, too.

a/n: I was away for TOO LONG for my liking, these past 2 weeks have been A LOT to say the least, but everytime I see one of yall like a chapter I am like "YAYAYAYAYAYYA" I wrote this at 2am yesterday and am finally posting it. Sorry if yall don't enjoy it but I really hope yall do. LY

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[mjracles]

gong yoo as the salesman in squid game season 2 - invitation video (2024)

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[fridayvelvet]

did everyone try the gong yoo? i thought the gong yoo was delicious

[gongwookie]

GY's IG Story 05.09.23

[forgive-and-take]

[sonyejinsarchive]

Son Ye-jin, Hyun Bin, Lee Dong-wook and Gong Yoo at the MLB World Tour: Seoul Series 2024.

[doodleprojects]

bread or lottery? I choose him😏🤵🏻

[zheniakirsikkalove]

New video. Gong Yoo (공유)  - ELLE KOREA 엘르 코리아 2024

source ELLE KOREA IG

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These vans really hit different now

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Wonderland

원더랜드 (2024)

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Part 2

summary: Last night's activities, are here to haunt today. You have to face the music...

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr,

I was dreaming.

That had to be the explanation.

Because there was no way in real life that Gong Yoo—superstar, professional heartthrob, and the man whose face I had drunkenly collided with last night—was standing in my apartment, looking entirely too smug, and suggesting that we pretend to be engaged.

I gripped the doorframe for support. “Let me get this straight—you want me to just… go along with this ridiculous story?”

He nodded. “Exactly.” 

I blinked. “Absolutely not.”

He sighed, pulled out his phone, and turned the screen toward me.

My stomach dropped.

📢 BREAKING NEWS: Gong Yoo’s PLAYBOY ERA IS OVER! Who is the mystery woman who stole his heart? 📢 He vowed to marry the next person who kissed him… AND HE MEANT IT!!! 📢 Enemies to lovers? Fake dating? K-drama plot IRL?!

And then, the worst part—a photo of me, mid-kiss, looking like a drunken mess, with my arms wrapped around his very famous face.

Someone had even Photoshopped a wedding veil on me. WITH SPARKLES.

I nearly blacked out.

“Oh. My. God.” I turned to Mia, my best friend. “Please tell me this is a joke.”

Mia, who was having the time of her life and my EX-bestfriend, just sipped her coffee and said, “I mean… it’s kinda romantic?”

I gaped at her. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am.” She gestured lazily toward Gong Yoo. “But, babe, look at him.”

I refused to look at him. Looking at him was dangerous. Looking at him might trick my brain into thinking he was attractive and charming and not a walking scandal generator with the smuggest smirk known to man.

Instead, I turned back to him. “So if I say no, what happens?”

He exhaled dramatically. “Well, then the media spins the story that I was ready to settle down, and you crushed me.” He placed a hand over his heart. “It’ll be tragic. I’ll probably have to write a song about it.”

I scowled. “You don’t even write songs.”

“I might start.”

Oh my god, I wanted to kick him.

But he was right. If I walked away now, I’d get eaten alive by the internet. If I agreed, I could at least control some of the damage.

I exhaled sharply. “Fine. But I have conditions.”

His brows lifted, clearly entertained. “By all means.”

“One, no staged PDA. I refuse to be part of some ‘oops, the paparazzi caught us making out in an alley’ moment.”

He sighed. “There go all my plans.”

I glared.

“Fine, fine,” he said, biting back a smirk. “No staged PDA. Unless you beg for it.”

I swear to god if I had a knife right now, it would be in his skull.��

“Two,” I continued, ignoring him, “I keep my normal life. I don’t quit my job, I don’t get sucked into some industry circus, and I don’t suddenly become an influencer.”

“No brand deals?” “No.”

“No luxury vacations?” “No.”

“No matching couple outfits?”

I blinked. “That was never on the table.”

“Pity.” He sighed dramatically.

I refused to laugh.

“And three—” I took a deep breath “—I want compensation.”

Mia choked. “Oh my god. You’re negotiating with Gong fucking Yoo?” 

He glanced at Mia and grinned. “I like it. What do you want?”

I thought for a second. “Pay off my student loans.”

“Done.”

I froze. “Wait, what?”

“I could do it right now,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Wanna watch?”

I hated how attractive that sentence was.

I folded my arms. “I feel like you agreed too quickly.”

“What can I say?” He smirked. “I’m a romantic.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

Then, just as I was about to fully process the insanity of agreeing to a fake engagement with Gong Yoo, his phone buzzed again.

He checked the screen, then slipped his phone back into his pocket, looking a little too pleased with himself.

“What now?” I asked suspiciously.

“Well,” he said, stretching like he had all the time in the world, “since we’re engaged now, my manager thinks it’d be cute if we were seen together today.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Seen where?”

He grinned. “Oh, you know… on a date.”

I nearly choked. “Excuse me?!”

“Nothing crazy,” he assured me, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Just lunch. Maybe a little hand-holding. A few longing stares across the table.” He tapped his chin. “Do you know how to gaze at me adoringly? Should we practice?” 

I was going to kill him 

“No,” I said firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“Too late,” he said, already grabbing his coat. “There’s a car downstairs waiting for us.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Mia was already shoving me toward the door.

“Oh my god, just go,” she said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Worst-case scenario? You get free food and the world’s most ridiculous story.”

I was going to kill her too and then dump their bodies in a dumpster. 

But before I could protest, Gong Yoo was already holding the door open for me, his expression full of pure, unbearable amusement.

“Shall we?” he asked, voice smooth and teasing.

I glared at him. “I hope you trip on the way down.”

He smirked. “If I do, will you catch me?”

This was a disaster waiting to happen.

a/n: OMG, thank you so so so so much for your love on pt1, honestly I didn't expect this so thank you so much again! It was fun writing this as well, literally like- some of yall were suggesting me to just get them married, which honestly isn't so bad, but I kinda thought it would have been too hasty, so I am sorry for that..I hope yall love this part too!

[mjracles]

gong yoo for w korea x louis vuitton (march vol. 3 issue, 2025)

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the salesman sg s2

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Gong Yoo and Lee Dong Wook