#Park jonggun

[amara555555]

I’m always motivated when I have a assignment:

Au in which everyone is alive but it’s still kinda creepy. (NOT IN A BADWAY- as in I feel as though the Yamazaki mansion would be hella eerie) oh and OOC.(btw- I gave the two deceased brothers names and personalities within the clan. You know the two Shingen sons…….Gun’s brothers- They’re alive , yay)

Yamazaki family x child platonic reader:

You looked up at the traditional manor and back at your dad nervously. Him smoking all nonchalant as he recalled his childhood meanwhile you just couldn’t stand how eerie this place felt. The metaphorical frost of death surrounded this place and you found yourself clinging to your dad’s sleeve. The manor looking like it’ll come alive and swallow you whole………the blossom tree fooled no one. As pinky and pretty it was, it fooled NO ONE.

“I’m uncomfortable.”

He sighed and looked down at you.

“You and me both.”

You blinked hopefully.

“Can we leave then? I don’t like it…..I feel cold.”

He sighed and dropped the cigarette before crushing it under his shoe and kneeled to your level.

“Hey, it’s just one week. One week, and then we’re out. All you gotta do is keep to yourself and don’t over react. Don’t huff at grandma, bow before granddad and…………be careful around your grand uncle. You went over the rules right?”

You nod and he pats your head.

“Don’t forget them.”

He stood and holds your hand before heading in.

“And take off your shoes when you enter the house.”

Your heart breaks.

“But my sneake-“

“No shoes.”

“Louie Vuit-“

“None.”

—————

You and your dad bowed before a behemoth of a man who matched your dad’s face perfectly. Expect his was smooth, clean of scars and long hair. The elder’s gaze settles on you and you step behind your father’s chunky leg before peeking out. Gun sighed and patted your head.

“They’re shy”

Shingen couldn’t help but let a minuscule smile grace his elder face.

“….thats ok.”

His gruff voice was a lot softer for a demon head. You blinked in confusion as the elder’s softened eyes gazed back into yours.

“There’s no need to be afraid little one.”

Once again he sweetly calls out to you and Gun sighed before pulling you out from behind his leg.

“Go. Meet your granddad.”

You scowl back at him. Traitor.

You step forward while playing with your hands. Your eyes flick up to meet your granddad’s again- oh biscuits- you bow from remembering your dad’s speech and Shingen let out a deep chuckle. That sounded like a purr of a giant cat.

You felt a big hand pat your head and you stand straight to see the soft smile of Shingen as he kneeled before you to match your height, even though he was still three heads taller then you- seriously- were you gonna inherit this?

“Welcome to the family home, Y/N. We’ve been expecting you.”

—————

Inside the manor was colder than outside, but Shingen smiled softly at you enough to rest your nerves. However the gaze of your grandma was only encouraging you to play with the ends of your kimono out of nerves. Gun’s hand gently placed ontop of yours to ease you before you looked up at him with an internal whine and he gave the strict eyes.You settle and Somi spoke up.

“My! You’re truly my son’s child! You look so much alike. Truly beautiful.”

You smile awkwardly.

“…..thank you.”

She smiles softly.

“I’m Somi park, Your father’s mother. Your grandmother, please don’t refrain from coming to me with anything.”

She smiled warmly and you smiled back out of courtesy before she turned to Gun.

“They’re quiet.”

Gun blinked and spoke.

“They take after me.”

Somi laughed softly, all modestly.

“None sense! You were a talkative child.”

You pressed your head on Gun’s arm. You both felt equally as uncomfortable…….

“…..where’s grandad?”

“….no idea.”

———————

“Ha ha ha, truly identical. Their perfect Gun!”

A beautiful man with the most luscious locks and pearly white smile you’d ever seen complimented you as he closed his book to meet you.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Haruto. I’m your uncle. When I heard you were coming here I just had to have the manor up to perfection.”

He seemed lively……in a nice way. You reciprocate a smile.

“Thank you….uncle…?”

He smiled and patted your head for the up-tenth time.

“Ofcourse. Anything you need and you come to me. Never feel shy, your family. We’re here for you ok?”

His voice as a soft melody as he gently patted your head once more. You felt a warm feeling of a sweet honey stir in your gut from the comfort he rained on you, hiding sweets in your fists and reassuring you of the manor’s strictness, even gently walking you around the koi ponds………safe to say Haruto was nice.

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To think THIS was Haruto’s dad? You shrunk under his strict bespectacled stare as he stood before you after you had finished using the bathroom. You gulp and take in the strictness of his demeanour before bowing her so slowly and awkwardly.

You hear a low grunt.

“At least you’ve been taught some manners.”

You stand up straight.

“…….mhm.”

His soulless eyes stare back at yours.

“The Yamazaki don’t mumble or shy away. Stand strong child.”

You blink confused before straightening your posture and blinking again. He sighed.

“Look me in the eye and show your strength.”

You look into his soulless eyes and blink again.

“…….”

He took you in. The future of the clan. Needed some work but you were a Yamazaki, you’d get there. He sighed and spoke once more.

“Name?”

You swallow and answer confidently.

“Y/n..”

He hummed in acknowledgment before walking past you. You took that cue to use your Yamazaki genes to run to your dad and Haruto.

————————

The sun rolled on and you were supposed to be in your own personal quarters for the night.

“Father, why is your family strange?”

Gun sighed as he dried his hair after a shower, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“That’s just how they are.”

You nod.

“Will I be like them?”

Gun sighed again.

“I don’t know.”

You swing your legs on the drawer you sat on and took in his room.

“All the rooms look the same. Can I play with the sword-“

“No.”

You sigh this time before speaking again.

“Grand uncle Shintaro is creepy.”

Gun turned to look at you.

“He’s not creepy he’s strict. You bowed before him right?”

You nod.

“Good. Just stay out his way and don’t say anything that you think of saying unless he asks got it.”

You blink.

“Is no one allowed to talk to hi-“

“No.”

——————————

The next day in the pretty summer of Japan you meet your dad’s other brothers. A cheerful looking one pulled your youthful cheeks and the other simply watched this like it was inconvenient.

“Kiryu, this is high unnecess-“

“Kenji cmonnnn~ look at them! They’re adorable~”

He cooed at you and just like your dad, You stoically made do. Gun was behind you with his Hands in his pockets before pulling one out and patting your head.

“You’re making them uncomfortable.”

Kiryu sighed and stepped back.

“They take after you huh? No affection.”

Gun stiffened and you turn to look at him. He had that distant look in his eye and you turn to glare at Kiryu.

“Don’t talk to father that way.”

Both Kiryu and Kenji were taken back by your stern words.

“Be mean to him again and I’ll tell grandpa.”

Gun held your hand and walked off before you started fighting men 20 years older than you. However a warm caress soothed his heart and a tiny smile graced his lips.

———————————

2 more days passed and you played jenga with Shingen. Your behemoth grandfather took out a block in the most risky place possible and placed it at the top.

You glared.

“That’s cheating.”

He smiled smugly.

“It’s call strategy child. Risks come in play to your benefit.”

You huff.

“I don’t even know what the means….”

you focus on pulling out a block and the tower shook before you gasped and Shingen watched in smug anticipation. You gently pulled it out before tentatively putting it on the to-

CRASH.

You both stood there like children as the jenga tower crashed into a small glass table and it broke….

You looked up at him shook and he looked down at you shook.

Footsteps boomed down the hallway and Shingen scooped you up before bolting off to hide as Somi chased him with a broom-

—————————

You sat with Haruto and Gun as they sipped on coffee while you blew on your hot chocolate. You looked up at Shintaro opposite you three as he focused on yet another Yamazaki guide of rules or some kind of documentation regarding business.

He sips his coffee and you almost burst out laughing before Gun slapped a hand over your mouth as he and Haruto looked off to the side while restraining their smiles.

Shintaro was too focused on the paper to notice how the rascals infront of him had laced the top of his mug in ink to create a moustache on his upper lip.

“Hitle-“

“Shhhhhhhhh-“

—————————

Somi took it upon herself to show you around the gardens and koi ponds. You held her slim hand as she practically moved with grace while giving the illusion of floating and you followed her in awe.

She stops you and points into the koi ponds.

“They tend to come out more in the summer.”

You watched the pretty fish dance around in the green waters, a smile tugging up your face.

“They’re pretty.”

“Just like you dear.”

You smiled smugly now and she mocked it before you two giggled and skipped off to see the Venus fly traps.

—————————

Both you and Haruto played hide and seek, you being the new favourite hid in a dark Japanese styled room. The behemoth who worked on reading a rule book remained still and serious as Haruto pokes his pretty head in to catch you.

“Father have you seen Y/N?”

Shintaro looked up unamused.

“No.”

Haruto nodded and left before respectfully closing the door.

Shintaro turned to you.

“We had a deal. You deliver.”

You hand over the rest of the shortbreads you bribed him with earlier.

“Thank you.”

“Get out my office.”

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The day was rainy, Gun’s favourite type of day as he smoked under the roof of the engawa. The serene smell of moss and wet grass and nature washed peace over him, the sound of his child being tossed up by her grandfather only left him feeling safe.

You giggled and squealed as Shingen tossed you up, his smooth face smiling bright and his big hands catching you every time. Somi stood with Gun’s shiro Oni umbrella, watching you two play as she laughed and stroked Gun’s head.

The week was passing quickly, however Gun was just happy that his child got to be loved within the residence of stoicism and discipline.

His child was the warmth this place needed.

You giggle and wrap your arms around Shingen’s neck as he laughed out when you proceeded to retaliate by blowing a raspberry in his neck.

Gun smirked as his cigarette’s smoke swirled around him in a wet fog, his child and father both enjoying themselves, like a real family made him feel like maybe there was an impending future of……..normalcy, happiness……warmth….life….within the Yamazaki clan.

—————————————

You and your uncle Kiryu areas the instructions off the cook book.

“Melt the butter.”

He nodded and proceeded to melt the butter.

“You know, back in my day, we never made cakes, we’d steal them off the elder’s side of the kitchen because we were deprived little critters-“

“Uncle….”

“We’d gobble them down and go to town!” Lets out a hearty and sweet laugh before continuing-

“When I tell you, your grand father was so mad why he realised I gained 6 pounds-“

“UNCLE! BUTTER!”

The whole pan caught fire.

—————————————

It was a day before leaving that you had a big game of hide and seek planned, the room you hid in happened to be a darker and more secluded room, filled with emptiness and just one chair, you sat on the chair and just spun.

The door slid open before a head popped in, you stopped the chair, the head popped out.

You spun again. This time the shoji door leading to the garden opens and you stopped. The figure closed the door.

You spun again before someone popped in once more but you stilled. They left.

This went on for 29 seconds before the chair was lifted off the ground and Gun caught you.

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Dinner that night was somber, you take in your extended family’s faces and expressions. Your grandfather all unreadable, your grandma serene and elegant, grand uncle stern, uncle Haruto calm, Kenji and Kiryu both in their own worlds and your dad as silent as ever. You lean into his side and close your eyes. Wanting this image to sear into her your eyelids. A big and happy family. Not just you and dad. But everyone.

…….meanwhile Kiryu and Kenji played thumb war under the table and went aggressive before knocking over a jug of water into Shintaro’s lap and the old man pulled out a sword-

—————————————

So far the Yamazaki estate was fun. Grandpa Shingen was sweet, Grandma Somi was loving, Grand uncle Shintaro was scary, Uncle Haruto was effortlessly kind, all your uncles were strange but nonetheless, you had fun.

When the week came to an end, you packed miserably. Sluggishly folding clothes and putting them away slowly, buying as much time for yourself in the beauty of the Yamazaki house and family.

Your eyes grazed over the wooden architecture and smiled. A certain feeling of always being welcome swirled in your mind and heart before your bag was zipped up, you turned and saw Gun zipping up the bag due to your turtle pace.

“For god sake, come on. Our flight leaves soon.”

You blink.

“Do we have to leave?”

Gun froze and sighed.

“…..yeah. We don’t live here. We’ll be back next holidays, Ok?”

A dejected blink only left you to nod. After all you had your fun, you could stay in contact and uncle Haruto often comes to Korea he said. And grandpa Shingen promised to always come as well. You smile to yourself that you had these memories to cherish and looked forward to making more.

“…..hm.”

Gun sighed and turned to crouch before you.

“They loved you here. They won’t be forgetting to see you all the time. Trust me. No need to feel upset.”

You nod and breathe out calmly.

“Ok.”

A few minutes pass and Gun’s held your hand and you two walk out the manor and you run forward to hug you’re family bye as they stood outside in a crowd. The biggest hug when to Grandp Shingen and uncle Haruto. And grandma Somi. You bowed before Shintaro and shook hands with uncles Kiryu and Kenji.

Gun watched the interactions and sighed softly.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Healing was possible for all of them.

(Honestly. I don’t even know. Have fun. Happy new years, and late merry crisis.)

[eutanasya]

Lookism 536

[jonggunkitten]

⚠️spoiler lookism 536

yayy, a new panel of Gun🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

ik ik, this isnt about him, but i just kind of missing him too much these days😹☝🏻💞

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Regret

519 spoiler! G/N. Jail visit, but it's you. Don't worry it's soft. Masterlists

Gun refused to see you, at first.

If you didn't know better, you thought it might have been due to some misguided sense of chivalry. A romantic might have suggested that he didn't want to drag you down with him. At least you still have your freedom while he rots away in prison.

Yet you know he's always been cold, even with you sometimes. This is how he is. If he didn't want to see you, he didn't want to see you. There's very little depth to it.

Then he accepted your visitation.

After numerous times of you requesting, after you were about to give up hope. You're not sure what surprised you the most - your persistence or the fact that he gave in first.

Gun looks-

Well. Gun looks like Gun. (Bruised and bandaged though he is usually bruised and bandaged.)

Handsome. Confident. You hate how well the blue jumpsuit fits his strong frame. Even imprisoned, he still sits like a king on a throne. A ruler blessed with divine right.

You look him in the eyes, pitch black once more with startling white irises. Looking and looking as if the plastic screen wasn't standing between you; a tangible divider between the free and the caged (although you're not sure, if Gun really tried, how well it would hold)-

And could have sworn you saw a flash of regret.

You're not entirely sure what to think. You thought you knew him.

Gun Park isn't one to regret anything. Always weighed up the risks and rewards, took calculated gambles, understood the consequences.

Yet-

Even as he sits there - silent, larger than life, a powerful, dangerous presence-

You think it's regret.

A foreign, new expression that you haven't seen him wear before.

Certainty slams home when his gaze flickers to your fingers and his hand reaches out on reflex before tensing almost imperceptibly and retreating. You would have missed it if you weren't watching him so closely.

It’s definitely regret.

You think you might also regret the next words you say, though your heart and mind has been made up a long time ago.

"I'll wait for you."

They're the only words you tell him today. The only words you tell him for a long time.

His eyes widen and he says nothing when you stand to leave.

"I'll wait for you." You tell him once more, and this time he wears a ghost of a smile instead. 

[deldotpng]

kendama

[waleriqww]

HERE IS MY HOUSEWIFEY 🍓😳🫣🤭

[garden1a]

It’s so them

I really put effort into this (I actually did the line art instead of using the sketch)

[jkmc]

are u ok kid?

[sweetmctart]

in another life. another day. i hope we live differently

[anticapitalistclown]

clownie how are you? I wanted to request lookism boys reacting to the trend "chat can you watch my boyfriend?" its ok if you don't want to

Chat, Can you watch my boyfriend?

Gun, Jaegyeon, Vasco

Gun

Gun was focused on making dinner for the night when he heard your fast steps "Chat, can you watch my boyfriend for me? I'll be right back" before he could process anything your mobile was on the kitchen counter, and you already disappeared.

Gun raised an eyebrow and read the chat "is he really y/n's bf?" he read the question "yes, yes I am" he turned to keep cooking when a notification popped "gangnamoppa2: what is y/n doing with a loser" Gun chuckled while slicing the sashimi with his knife "the girl you're spending money on, sleeps with me every night" he shaped the rice to prepare the niguiri "who's the loser here?".

When you reappeared you found Gun giving a sushi masterclass while the chat was going crazy, you started to read the comments:

gangnamoppa2: this boy would do no good to my y/n, you should drop him

zoey: chat, let the man cook

yumin: who was that Daniel guy he was talking about?

ninjagoo: break up with him on live lol

baek: chat, don't be mean!

You tilted your head to your boyfriend "oppa, you started a war" Gun smiled triumphant "leave those losers and come eat with me".

Jaegyeon

Jaegyeon was installing a new steering wheel to Initial N, when you jumped on the passenger seat and left the phone on the dashboard "chat, watch my boyfriend for me, I'll be back real quick" you winked at the camera and left.

Jaegyeon absolutely couldn't care less about the chat, his first priority was Initial N and the new steering wheel "that's it, my dear Initial N, you've got a new toy" he said proud.

serasin: bro is cute but talks to his car

Jaegyeon read the comment "serasin, Initial N is like part of the family" the chat wouldn't get it.

monkseob: Initial N or y/n?

Jaegyeon was frozen "do I have to choose?" he sighed "okay chat, stop" his hand grabbed the steering wheel "y/n is very dear to me, but Initial N and I have a longer relationship"

2secondqueen: creep

snapper: tf is wrong with him?

"shut up" Jaegyeon looked at Inital N "Initial N has brought me places and I protected Initial N from the kings" Jaegyeon pouted "damn, it's been Initial N and me against the world, huh? I'm getting emotional" he saw you rushing back to him with a smile "I'll choose y/n".

Vasco

You pinched your boyfriend's cheeks and placed your phone on his table "chat, watch my boyfriend for me" you left the room, leaving him confused "y/n?" he called you, but there was no response "she maybe needs to go to the restroom" he looked confused at the chat "hello".

mimi: bro's scary af

baek: mf looks 30

clownie: he's kinda cute tho~

Vasco stared at the comments and pouted "I don't understand what you're saying" he looked at the door, how much are you going to take? "I guess my y/n has a lot of foreign fans" Vasco sighed "well, I'm Vasco, I like dogs and I want to get married in a future and have three daughters, and a kangaroo too" he looked dreamy "and when I'm older and about to die me and the kangaroo-" his speech was interrupted by you "I'm back" you smiled at him "where you constipated?" he asked you "no!" you giggled.

boxking: respect bro

dong: he's the one

yuna: wait! I want to know how the kangaroo story ends!

[amara555555]

I’ve been in tears over a cat video who had been sent back to a shelter and she’s been confused and sad over it (she got adopted thank god-❤️)

And I had a little idea of a certain idea-

Gun x f!reader:

The rain wouldn’t let up, he regretted parking far as his expensive brogues crunched beneath his weight over the stony path way. His umbrella veiled over him, his reversed eyes remained sharp and intense beneath his sunglasses, always observing, always knowing.

After all he was Gun Park. The Hunted one. Ever since he was a child. It’s all he’s known, repeatedly being the one surrounded, bloody, broken and alone.

Well…….atleast that was the past.

His pocket vibrated as he pulled out his phone to see your text message.

“Get home safe! ❤️”

“Love you ❤️”

“Ew- forget I said that-“

A smirk pulled up his lips as he examined the words of a certain someone, a stirring of warm honey pouring and coating over the ice surrounding his heart that slowly melted into a sweet goo of love, swirling into his bloodstream and carrying over to his hormones, leaving him pleasantly discombobulated.

His lithe fingers glided over the keyboard of his phone.

“I don’t forget anything.”

He sent that without regret. The first person who didn’t stir such an irritation within his closed off mind.

His leather brogues continued to crunch under him before his sharp attention spotted a paper in the window of a warm looking store.

He stopped, his feet stubbornly planted with his morals as he read the curly fonted words.

‘My name is Mimi, I’m 1 years old. I’ve been in this shelter for 368 days. Please adopt me!’

A picture of an animated cat with teary eyes lay beneath as the rest of the words stated how she had been abandoned.

He almost stepped away before a slight tug of his heart remained his stubborn feet rooted.

He blinked.

A retrospect of abandonment, hunted, loneliness, loss, sadness, unexpressed sadness…….he had the words to express his grief……..

Mimi didn’t.

He turned back and headed into the store, a bell jingled and he heard a greeting meow.

His eyes lock onto a grey striped cat walking over to greet him hello, rubbing along his legs as her big green eyes stared into his sunglasses clad eyes.

“…..you recognise your own huh? Impressive. Suppose you won’t be too bad.”

His eyes flick to the cashier, she looked hopeful.

“…..ill take her.”

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Leather brogues crunched small stones beneath his weight as he walked the streets. His umbrella veiling over him and the cage he held in his left hand. The meowing of a curious little fur ball, swatting the rain drops that slid down her cage door.

He walked up a familiar set of steps, before knocking on your door.

The door opened to reveal the only source of his serenity.

“About time!”

You pull him in before pulling him into a melting kiss. His plush lips brush against yours gratefully before he whispered.

“Room for one more?”

He holds up the cage, your jaw fall agape, your forefinger stroking over Mimi’s paw as she held the bars.

“Who’s this….?”

Gun smirked and gently placed the cage down. Letting her out the door. She tentatively stepped out and smelling your slippers.

“…..another stray you’d love.”

BONUS:

Goo dangled a feature tied onto a string as Mimi crouched into a hunters stance with dilated pupils.

The blonde laughed and kept bouncing the feather.

“Come on babes~ show daddy whose-“

Mimi pounced without warning and Goo screamed before slipping over the sofa.

Gun scoffed.

“Weak.”

(Something heart warming and something to soothe my heart.)

[vynnyll]

Boyfriend material (ft. Gun Park)

Other characters in this series: Jake Kim | Samuel Seo | Goo Kim

— Featured: Gun Park x fem!reader — T.W: possessive actions (?) — A/N: Though I said that I hate him before, I still can't help falling for this walking red flag, lol. This is the consequence of thinking about him 24/7.

✮ Would be a great listener. Could definitely hear you rambling all day.

✮ As "nutrition is also important," you'll be pleased with a full stomach of homemade dishes from him daily.

✮ Would be overprotective towards you but still teach you some fundamental moves in order to defend yourself in case he is not around.

✮ Would love to have you in his arms at the end of the day.

✮ Would love to lay his head on your chest/belly/thighs.

✮ Would find it adorable to see your smaller figure overwhelmed by his large-sized shirt. He buys lots of such things just for you to wear (not for him, because he loves being half-naked when he's at home).

✮ Would love to buy you something revealing and see you wear it, but only for him to admire, not for other men to observe.

✮ Would leave love bites/hickeys on your exposed areas to mark you after your intimate time together. Conversely, he also loves to get his back scratched, a good way of showing he is taken.

✮ Would keep your relationship lowkey to protect you (although he is confident that you are the safest person in the world when you're with him).

✮ Wouldn't be able to spend time with you 24/7 (because he's busy with Charles Choi's shit) but always make sure that you get whatever you want.

✮ Wouldn't smoke when you are around.

✮ Wouldn't let you dress in anything inexpensive. Likes to buy you something from renowned designer brands or custom-made outfits.

✮ Wouldn't show much affection in public but is willing to hold your hand, carry your stuff, place his hand behind your back, etc.

✮ Wouldn't allow you to be out alone during the late hours.

✮ Acts-of-service type of man. Wouldn't be able to say he loves you on a daily basis but is willing to do anything for you.

✮ Also loves to devote quality time to being together. Wouldn't spend his days off without you.

✮ Wouldn't call you by pet names, but sometimes you might hear "princess" or "babe."

✮ Used to fool around, but once he stepped into a relationship, you're the one and only for him as he treasures loyalty.

[jonggunkitten]

maybe in why not

another universe in this one?

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Feverish Confessions

G/N. 1.8k. You kindly take care of Gun. Soft. Masterlists

You were under the notion that Gun Park could not get ill.

That his antibodies also had ultra instinct and there was no virus strong enough to even consider invading his body.

But alas, you found out he was human when you discovered him unsteady on his feet, pink cheeked and sweat sheened.

"You ok?" You ask, reaching out the back of your hand to feel his forehead.

"Don't touch me," he says without any of his usual bite. That was the first warning sign.

The second one comes when he fails to dodge your grasp and you do make contact with his skin.

"You're burning up."

"I'm not."

"You're ill."

"I'm not."

"You're being a child "

"I am not."

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You decide the best course of action is to get Gun home. He's in no fit state to find his own way back and Goo is no help. In fact, no one is any help at all when Gun's energy quickly drains and he struggles to stay upright.

"How fucking heavy are you," you grit out, trying to push his weight off you.

"Fuck you," Gun mutters as Goo whispers something to Kouji and he snorts.

"Poor oppa," Crystal titters, a smirk on her face, watching you both with sharp eyes.

"Fuck you," Gun now directs in her general direction.

"Yeah, fuck you all," you snap in agreement, staggering under the heft of his body.

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With a strength and patience you didn't know you possessed, you wrestle him into the passenger seat of your car and drive Gun home at breakneck speed.

He murmurs, delirious fever-induced ramblings, between laboured breaths as you hum in response, keeping your attention on the road.

To your surprise, you catch him speaking your name and each time your eyes flicker to his, you find him staring at you, even if his own eyes appear glazed and unfocused.

Gun repeats your name again, like a question.

"Nearly home," you tell him as a way of comfort and seemingly appeased, he doesn't say anything else.

.

.

"All that money and you still live in a junkyard," you comment, holding on to his arm around your shoulder and the other around his waist, slowly ambling towards his shack.

"Shut up."

"I'll shut up when you don't live in a shit hole anymore."

"Shut up."

"Make me," you stop in your tracks and send a cocky grin his way.

Gun, in his weakened condition, only manages to glare back.

"That's what I thought."

"I said shut up."

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Gun collapses into bed, or more accurately you try and throw him off you and hope for the best that he lands onto a more comfortable surface.

You take in his sorry state and actually find yourself feeling sympathy for him. All that money and power but when it comes down to it, who is there to look after him when he needs it? It's a lonely existence.

(Not that you're faring any better but you push that thought out of your mind.)

"Don't you dare kick me," you warn, bending to take off his shoes.

"Stop," he moans, barely lucid and you know that if he was any healthier, you would have been booted in the side of the head.

You look at him again and probably against your better judgement, decide your next move.

"I swear I'm not taking advantage of you," you say, holding your hands up to show you mean no harm and making quick work of his clothes - unbuttoning his shirt and his slacks and removing his socks.

Gun doesn't respond and he doesn't fight you. You know this looks questionable. Undressing an unconscious person is never a good sign. Except he's lying there with his flushed cheeks and clammy forehead, fringe flopping down and sticking to his face and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth for him.

Once he's down to his underwear, you tuck him under the covers.

You hum to yourself, feeling for his forehead again. Gun groans under your touch but he's no worse than this morning.

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Gun's pantry, despite the threadbare surroundings, is exceptionally well stocked.

You know from your many outings together of his high standards though you didn't expect that he was much of a cook himself. Of course, you should have known that Gun Park doesn't do anything by halves.

After rooting through his cupboards and drawers, you find what you need. You cover a saucepan with rice and adjust water levels according to the length of your finger knuckle, seasoning it with various spices and adding ingredients from his fridge.

What you're doing for him is above and beyond. You've already assured his comfort, cooking him rice porridge is unnecessary, and you can imagine unappreciated-

However, you think of all those times you've been out with Gun and Goo, drank more than your fair share of Soju and Gun is the one who has delivered you safely home; Gun’s cruel taunts when you come back from fights with bruises and cuts and his disparaging comments even as he makes time to train you to be a better fighter; how Gun never snaps at you the same way he does Kouji, or talk to you how he does Crystal, or treat you how he does Goo and-

Well. Maybe he does deserve a little of your kindness.

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An hour later, just as the sun starts to dip below the horizon and you’ve had more than your fill of doom scrolling - the rice porridge is ready.

You spoon a small bowl for Gun and set it on his nightstand.

“Who are you?” comes Gun’s croaky voice, hand shooting forward and snatching at your wrist.

“It’s me,” you say, “And be careful you don’t knock this off.”

HIs grip lessens but he doesn’t let go. “Knock what off?”

“I made you food,” you sit down on the bed next to his lying form.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why, look at you!” 

“What do you want?”

“Nothing, don’t be an asshole.”

Two blinks, then - “Why are you taking care of me?”

“Because!” you huff, feeling your face flush.

“Do you like me?” Gun asks, and the question is so left field you’re reeling. You don’t have a chance to respond or even collect your thoughts before he continues on in his fever haze.

“I caught a fragrance the other day that smells exactly like you. It’s odd that I know this.” He looks towards the ceiling, mind a blur of thoughts.

“When did I start to hoard these facts like a pathetic idiot? I barely know who you are, what you like and what you dislike. And yet I look at you and I can tell exactly what you're thinking."

"Can you do the same to me?" Gun turns to look at you, eyes a dull bronze and you forget to breathe. There’s a startling clarity as his gaze pierces yours. 

“Wh-what?” You stammer at his sudden confession, the sight of his natural eyes leaving your sanity further hanging by a thread. Did he just- Did he mean?

“Maybe not.” The clarity fades. Gun closes his eyes and finally lets go. "Only a fool wouldn't be able to tell."

"Oh." Then you add, “Am I a fool?”

"Only a fool would like another fool."

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The bowl of rice porridge is left uneaten. 

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You watch Gun, coughing in his sleep, and message Crystal that you won’t make it into work the next day.

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That night, you’re left alone with your thoughts.

Gun’s timeworn sofa digging into your back and his jacket as a make-shift blanket keeping you warm.

It smells like him. Of course it does, it’s his. But you realise you recognise his scent too.

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Gun spends the next day floating between half-conscious and sleeping. He no longer has any burst of energy to compose his thoughts or spill his desires.

You check in on him every now and then, pleased when you find his bowl empty and refilling it each time. 

You hand searches for his forehead. It never fails to smooth the furrow between his brow as he murmurs your name in his sleep.

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.

It’s sort of funny how those few words changed how you look at this man.

The other day he was a pain in your backside, and you could have sworn you were one in his too.

You’ve lost count of the amount of times you wanted to punch him for his scathing remarks, that arrogant glint in his eyes, that smirk on his face.

Yet now, those feelings don’t really lessen, but you wonder if Gun would keep smirking or would he shut up if you kissed him instead.

.

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Crystal: Assume you’re not coming into work tomorrow?

Y/N: Sorry, Gun still looks bad.

Goo: Gun????????

Goo: You’re shacking up with Gun????

Y/N: What?????

Y/N: No!!!

Y/N: I’m not shacking up with anyone!

Goo: Liar 

Kouji: Ok…

Kouji: But

Kouji: You’ve been skipping work to look after hyung?

Y/N: …

Y/N: No?

Y/N: Maybe…

Crystal: Yes you have

Goo: What!!! Nooooooo

Kouji: Pay up, Goo Kim. I was right.

.

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Gun’s fever breaks the day after.

Your hand reaches out to feel his forehead and he opens his eyes, dark as night once more, to look at you.

“You’re still here?”

“I am,” You give him a smile when you feel his temperature back to normal.

He reaches up, large hand and long fingers wrapping around your own, and manoeuvres it down to rest your palm against his cheek.

“You’ve been here all this time?”

His fever has subsided, but the contact makes you feel like you’re on fire, “Yep.”

A hum, then “Good.” 

Gun leans into your hold, turning his head, the side of his lips lightly grazing your skin.

“Can you tell what I am thinking?”

You’re rewarded with a smile, small and serene, when you roll your eyes and tell him yes, and that you're both fools after all.