#kim geon woo

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WOO DO-HWAN in 'BLOODHOUNDS'

[gs29]

A Night of Tenderness

Kim Geon Woo Masterlist The evening sky was painted in deep hues of lavender and navy, the gentle hum of city life surrounding you as Geon Woo gently guided you through the bustling streets of Seoul. It had been a week filled with intense cases and late nights at the office for him, and you had your own share of stress, but tonight was for the two of you. No work, no distractions, just a quiet dinner out at a place that held a special spot in Geon Woo’s heart.

He was unusually quiet, though—his hand tucked into yours as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His fingers intertwined with yours, warm and comforting, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. Every so often, he’d glance down at you with a soft smile, his eyes bright and affectionate.

"You okay?" you asked, the concerned tone slipping into your voice as you caught him staring.

"Mm," he nodded, then gave you a sheepish smile. "Just thinking how lucky I am to have you with me tonight."

Your heart melted at the words. "I’m the lucky one," you said softly. "You’re always making time for me, even when your job is so demanding."

Geon Woo’s expression softened, and he slowed his steps a little, squeezing your hand in return. "I don’t care how crazy things get," he said, his voice low, sincere. "Nothing comes before you."

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. That was the thing about Geon Woo—he could be all business when he needed to be, but when it came to you, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make you feel special, loved.

The restaurant you arrived at was a little tucked-away gem, cozy and intimate with a faintly smoky scent wafting through the air. A hand-carved wooden sign swayed gently above the entrance, reading "Gogi Jip", and the chatter inside promised a vibrant, yet calm atmosphere. Geon Woo led you through the door, the warmth of the grill filling the air with an inviting aroma.

"Welcome, welcome!" the elderly hostess greeted, bowing slightly as she led you to a small table by the window. The wooden floor creaked underfoot, adding a sense of homey charm to the place.

"Everything smells so good," you commented, looking around as you sat down.

Geon Woo smiled warmly, his eyes bright with excitement. "I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. They have the best marinated beef. You’re going to love it."

You nodded eagerly, watching as Geon Woo slid his jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down beside you. His movements were casual, but there was something about the way he moved—graceful, almost like he was trying to protect the peace of the moment.

The waiter came over quickly and placed two chilled glasses of Coke on the table. Geon Woo quickly picked up his glass, holding it out to you. "Cheers, to us," he said softly, his gaze holding yours with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter.

"To us," you repeated, clinking your glass with his. His fingers brushed against yours for just a moment longer than necessary, and you smiled, feeling the closeness between you both.

As the grill began to heat up in the center of the table, the waiter returned with the first platter of raw meat—tender slices of marinated beef, glistening under the light. Geon Woo immediately took control, setting the meat on the grill with a quiet, satisfied hum.

"Watch this," he said excitedly, showing off the careful precision with which he arranged the meat. His eyes were completely focused on the task at hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he ensured everything was perfectly aligned.

You watched him, your heart swelling with affection. There was something undeniably adorable about how serious he could get over the smallest of things, like grilling meat at a Korean BBQ restaurant. You reached over, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

"You look so cute when you're serious," you teased, your smile wide and full of warmth.

Geon Woo's face flushed a soft pink, and he quickly shot you a shy smile. "What can I say? I want to make sure you have the best experience."

"Well, I’m already impressed," you said, leaning back in your seat and letting him continue his work. "I’ve never seen someone take Korean BBQ so seriously."

"Only the best for you," he said with a wink, finally turning his attention to you. His gaze lingered a little longer, and you noticed the genuine tenderness in his eyes. You smiled back, feeling the warmth between you both grow even more.

The first few pieces of meat sizzled on the grill, and Geon Woo flipped them with the precision of a pro. Every now and then, he’d glance up at you, just to check if you were enjoying the atmosphere, the food, or if you needed anything else.

"You hungry?" he asked, his voice low, almost as if it was an afterthought.

"Starving," you replied, reaching for the pair of chopsticks he had placed next to your plate. "But I think I’m more excited about this meat than I am about the food."

His soft chuckle made your heart skip. "Just wait," he said with a grin. "You haven’t had anything yet."

When the first batch of meat was perfectly grilled, Geon Woo picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and carefully offered it to you. "Here," he said softly, holding it just in front of your mouth. "Try this. It's my favorite."

You took the bite, the smoky, juicy flavor instantly hitting your taste buds. Your eyes widened in surprise. "Geon Woo, this is amazing! It’s so tender."

He watched you carefully, his expression soft and pleased. "I told you. It’s the best."

You giggled, reaching across the table to take his hand. "You really are something else, you know that?"

He shrugged, still holding your hand gently. "I just want you to be happy."

The night continued with much laughter, shared smiles, and small moments of affection. You both took turns grilling the meat, and Geon Woo was always right there, offering you the best pieces, pouring you more Coke, and even wiping a little sauce from the corner of your lips when you weren't looking. He wasn’t overly dramatic about it, but it was those simple, tender gestures that made your heart swell.

"You know," you said quietly, after another plate was finished, "I’ve always wondered how someone like you—so serious and intense at work—can be so soft and sweet when it’s just the two of us."

Geon Woo’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and he looked away for a moment, clearly embarrassed. "I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re second place. I want you to always feel like you’re my first priority, no matter how crazy things get."

You reached across the table again, squeezing his hand tightly, not caring who was watching. "You’ve always made me feel that way, Geon Woo. Always."

For a while, the two of you ate and talked, enjoyed each other’s company in a peaceful, uncomplicated way. As the last plate of food was finished, and you both leaned back in your seats, your stomachs full and content, Geon Woo looked over at you, his gaze tender.

"I’m glad we did this tonight," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper. "It’s been a while since we’ve had a quiet night like this."

You smiled, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "I love these moments. The simple ones, just being with you."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to softly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your heart overflowing. "I love you too, Geon Woo. More than you’ll ever know."

The two of you stood up to leave, your hearts full, your hands intertwined. Geon Woo pulled you close, kissing your forehead softly before guiding you out into the cool night air. The city was still alive with energy around you, but all that mattered in that moment was the quiet, perfect love shared between you and him.

[burningembers91]

Broken Glass - Kim Gun-Woo x Fem!Reader

Follow up to:

The Dance Teacher

Synopsis: Faced with financial ruin, you take out a loan with Smile Capital. By the time you realise your mistake, the damage is already done.

Please note that this fic features violence against the reader. I have kept details vague.



For as long as you could remember, you’d wanted to be a dancer. Your parents always said that as a baby, instead of walking, you’d dance everywhere. You were enrolled in ballet classes from the age of three, spending every spare second you had practicing your pliets and arabesques. You danced on your way to and from school, you danced while studying, you danced while cleaning the house. You enrolled in contemporary and lyrical classes, along with hip hop and even ballroom. You couldn’t get enough of the way it felt when you gave your body over to the music, getting lost in the emotion that came with movement.

You’d been desperate to start up your own dance school, to teach others to love dancing as much as you did. You’d spent years saving, squirrelling every penny away to fund your dream. But you hadn’t counted on losing it all, your hard earned cash being taken by the man who was supposed to love you. Your ex had a gambling addiction, one that tore through your life like a wildfire, taking everything with it. Your dream of a dance studio had been so close, but it was ripped from your grasp overnight. You only just managed to keep your apartment, having to sell your car to pay back some of your ex’s debt. He had left when the debt collectors turned up, abandoning you to deal with the fallout of his selfish actions. Your dreams were in tatters, but then someone offered you a lifeline.

A representative from Smile Capital approached you, offering you a sensible sounding loan so you could get back on your feet. The monthly repayment options were affordable, the upfront cost minimal. You saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and you took their loan without a second thought. You opened your studio, your classes selling out as people scrambled for a slot. For a while, life was good. Until it wasn’t.

As you closed up the studio one night, a group of men approached you. You recognised one of them as the man who had offered you the loan, his once smiling, kind face now set into a stony grimace.

“Do you take us for fools?” He asked you, blocking your path as you tried to leave. “We offer to help you, and you laugh in our faces?”

“I’m sorry?” You said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

All the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, your fight or flight kicking in, urging you to run. Something was wrong, and you needed to escape.

“You dumb little bitch,” he laughed, lunging towards you, gripping your hair with such force that tears welled in your eyes. “You think you can get away without paying us?”

You looked around wildly for help, but the street was empty, all other businesses long closed for the night.

“The first payment isn’t due for another 2 weeks,” you squeaked, trying desperately to escape his vice-like grip.

The group of men laughed, and the very blood in your veins turned to ice.

“I’m not talking about the monthly payment you dumb fucking whore,” he spat. “Did you not read the terms and conditions? You had 7 days to pay the upfront costs. And yet, we’ve received nothing.”

Your mind whirred as you thought back to the contract you’d signed. You’d read every page, and had seen nothing about upfront costs. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you started to panic. These men could do whatever they wanted to you in this darkened alleyway, and no one would hear you scream.

“Please,” you whispered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You were thrown to the floor, the contract you’d signed flung unceremoniously at you. Scanning the pages again you noticed the tiny fine print on the last page, so small you could barely read it. With a sickening realisation, you understood what had happened.

“You tricked me,” you sobbed. “How could you?” The sum they had asked for up front was completely beyond your means; it was beyond any normal person’s means.

“You have 24 hours to get me your cash,” the man hissed in your ear. “Or you can say goodbye to your studio.”

His breath was hot on your ear, his fingers once again entwining painfully in your hair as he flicked his tongue along your neck. You shuddered at his unwanted touch, pushing the man away from you. You watched them leave, too scared to move from your crouched position on the floor until you could no longer hear their footsteps. You were done for, your dream and life once again lying in tatters around you.

You didn’t sleep that night, thinking of everything you could to try and get out of the contract. You couldn’t contact the police; after all, you’d signed the contract willingly. Your friends and family didn’t have money to loan you, and you had too much credit card debt to get a loan from the bank. You thought about running, but where would you go? You had no doubt that these people would be able to track you down, and that they’d use the people you cared about to get to you. You’d have no choice but to beg, to ask for forgiveness and more time. But you knew now that they weren’t those kinds of people. Smile Capital didn’t care who they hurt; you were nothing more than an ant underneath their shoe. So tiny and insignificant, and they wouldn’t hesitate to step on you.

***

It was late as Kim Gun-Woo made his way back home, jogging through the darkened streets, the stars in the sky illuminating his way. Practice had run late, but he’d told his mum he’d stop by the cafe on the way home to pick up the purse she’d left behind. The chill in the air was biting, his breath visible as his feet pounded the pavement. He didn’t hear the commotion until he rounded the corner, the street littered with broken glass. He could hear the faint sound of crying, a female voice pleading with someone. Gun-Woo instantly recognised the voice; it was you.

Disguising himself in the shadows, he crouched low, sneaking silently round the corner for a better view. Your studio was in tatters, the glass frontage completely smashed, the furniture and equipment lying broken on the pavement. He could vaguely make out your body lying in between the debris, your pleas going unanswered as you begged for your assailants to cease. Gun-Woo couldn’t stand to see you like this, couldn’t bear to hear you in such distress. If he didn’t step in, there was no telling what might happen to you.

“Leave her alone!”

You heard Gun-Woo’s voice behind you, saw him emerge from the shadows just as one of the men lit a match. The smell of gasoline burned in your nostrils, your voice hoarse as you begged for him to stop. They’d arrived an hour ago, dragging you from your studio and beating you until you could no longer stand. They made you watch as they destroyed your livelihood, smashing glass and mirrors, hacking away at your ballet barres. Your t-shirt was covered in blood, your face sticky with the congealed substance. At this point, you didn’t care if they killed you; there was no coming back from the damage they’d inflicted.

“Gun-Woo, no!” You begged, too weak to stand, your hand outstretched in a feeble attempt to stop him. He was one man against a dozen; he didn’t stand a chance. But you hadn’t seen him fight before, had never witnessed him take down an opponent in the ring in under 2 minutes. He was lithe and agile, but impossibly strong as he made quick work of your assailants. You heard cartilage crunch as his fists made contact with their noses, watched as blood and teeth spurted from their mouths. You barely had time to register what was happening before he picked up off the floor, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weight nothing. You kept your eyes on your destroyed studio as Gun-Woo carried you to safety, your only solace knowing that now these men were physically hurting as much as you were.

Gun-Woo didn’t stop running until he was safely back at his apartment, you cradled in his arms.

“What happened?” He asked you, laying you down on the sofa as his mum rushed over. You told them about Smile Capital, about the impossible clause you hadn’t read until it was too late.

“My studio is gone,” you sobbed. “They destroyed everything.”

“We can help you rebuild,” Gun-Woo insisted. “You’ll come back stronger than ever.”

“But what about my classes? My students? How am I supposed to make a living? I owe Smile Capital more than I’ll make in a lifetime. I just don’t see how I can come back from this.”

It broke Gun-Woo’s heart to see you like this. Your beautiful face, so beaten and bloody, your usually sunny attitude ground down to nothing.

These men had destroyed you, and Gun-Woo would make them pay.

[slushnubwrites]

I want to start a Bloodhounds ff but idk if I should make it for Gun-Woo or Woo-Jin or if I just make one for each of them yk?

I can’t wait for Bloodhounds season 2 🤤😩🤤😩

[geonwooz]

♡ PRETTY YOU — KIM GUNWOO

gunwoo x fem!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, swearing, strangers to friends (?)

“ah, fuck my life.”

you cursed your luck, sitting at the bus stop while contemplating your life decisions.

should've watched my step. you wondered, looking down at your arm, which was in a cast. but i could've sworn that step wasn't there before.

after a minor accident that resulted in your arm in a cast, you were informed you had an appointment for your passport picture.

and with your roommate away for the weekend, you had absolutely no one to help you. it took you all your effort to get your clothes prim and proper, but you forgot about your hair in the process.

upon seeing your phone's reflection, you realized you needed to be absolutely professional for the picture — and this meant having a proper hairstyle.

and as a last resort, you took a deep breath, turning towards the male beside you who was also waiting for the bus. he looks nice. you wondered, politely smiling.

“hi. i’m really sorry for disturbing you,” you apologized as you greeted him. “but could you please help me tie my hair?”

kim gunwoo seemed confused at first, wondering why you were asking him before he saw the cast on your arm.

“i, uh, haven’t really done this before,” he admitted honestly, feeling bad when he saw your mood deflate. “i could try, though.”

“that’d be much appreciated,” you thanked him. “i have to get my passport pictures done, and my roommate’s also not home. i’m really sorry for troubling you like this!”

you felt terrible, and weirdly enough, that brought a smile to gunwoo’s face. he knew you genuinely meant every word you spoke, and your politeness warmed his heart.

“i’ll touch your hair now,” he announced awkwardly, standing behind you as he gathered your hair in his hand. “is your fracture really bad? does it hurt?” he asked, trying to make some conversation as he tried to figure out what to do.

“it’s a minor one, but it hurts a lot more than i thought,” you replied, oddly feeling comfortable with this stranger. “i’m sorry about this, really.”

gunwoo chuckled, shaking his head, though you couldn’t see it. “it’s alright. if anything, i’m sorry if i’m doing anything wrong,” he apologized. “i don’t want you to ruin your picture because of me,” he muttered.

his touch on your hair was very gentle, and you could feel him trying his best, and you deeply appreciated that.

once he had tied your hair, gunwoo stood in front of you, taming your flyaways before taking out his phone and turning the camera towards you.

"wah!" you exclaimed, totally in awe. “you are really good at this! thank you very much!”

the male only smiled in response, relieved to hear his shoddy work of tying your hair was acceptable. “well, that’s a relief,” he muttered, nodding politely as he moved away.

“seriously, i mean it,” you commented, grateful for the help. “it came out so pretty. i can't believe you’ve never done this before!”

the raven-haired male shyly smiled as he looked at you, admiring the absolute golden retriever energy that was radiating off you.

for the first time in his life, kim gunwoo wanted to get to know someone, and the someone who pulled on his heartstrings was none other than you.

“ah, well, i’m glad i was able to pull off a pretty hairstyle for a pretty you.”

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

[hanluex]

♡ I LOVE YOU — KIM GUNWOO

bf!gunwoo x gn!reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, established relationship | loki's lines — here is my bloodhounds debut, hope y’all enjoy! follow @geonwooz for more!

“jagiya, look here. i'll take your picture!”

gunwoo smiled, always excited to snap your pictures whenever you two went out on your little dates.

it was a hobby of his; to take as many pictures of you as he could every time you two went out.

you shook your head, moving out of the camera frame, before looking at your boyfriend with a disgruntled expression.

“jagiya, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t have any pictures of you.”

a confused pout appeared on gunwoo’s face, and it took your all to not just squish his cheeks and kiss him then and there.

“but what does that have to do with me taking your picture?” he asked softly, his phone now in his pocket, as he moved closer to you.

you couldn’t help but smile at his words, finding him absolutely endearing. “you always take pictures of me, but i never get to take any of yours,” you explained.

gunwoo shrugged, still pouting. “you know i don’t like cameras, jagi,” he stated, a fact you already knew before he even shared it.

“yeah, but i don’t have any pictures of you to look at when i miss you.”

“oh.”

“you have tons of pictures of me,” you continued, unaware of how your words reddened your boyfriend’s cheeks. “but i only have that one picture of you in front of your mother’s new café.”

gunwoo chuckled, knowing there was no way out of an argument with you. “okay, okay. you can take a picture of me then,” he mumbled, standing awkwardly.

a gleeful laugh left your lips as you clapped, excited to finally take a proper picture of your boyfriend — aka snap your soon-to-be lock screen.

kim gunwoo smiled to himself as he watched you place your hand on his shoulders, pushing him into his position as you checked for a pleasant background.

technically, he moved as you pushed him because there was no way you would’ve been able to nudge him out of place by yourself.

with a wide grin, you took a couple of steps back, absolutely pleased with how everything looked on camera. well, almost everything. the only thing that seemed out of place was the frown on your boyfriend’s face.

“gunwoo-ya. are you standing next to kim myeonggil?” you asked, brows furrowed at the way he was looking at the camera.

the brunet looked around, confused as to why you asked him that. “no?” he carefully answered, wondering why you were sulking.

“then why do you look like it’s the worst day of your life? smile a little, please!”

gunwoo took a deep breath, following your commands as he cracked a smile, and posed for the camera; however, even that didn’t seem to satisfy you.

he was smiling so naturally all this time when we were together; why does he get awkward when the camera is on him?

“i look awkward, don’t i, jagiya?” gunwoo asked, realizing his awkwardness was definitely showing with the way he posed.

he wasn’t used to posing for photos like this, and it definitely showed, but of course, being his girlfriend, you weren’t about to give up on him like that.

“nope, not at all. you look great.”

“ah, okay, then.”

“gunwoo-ya,” you called gently, getting your boyfriend’s attention. “i love you.”

as cheeky as your method was, the result absolutely warmed your heart.

as soon as he heard those words, kim gunwoo broke into the soft smile you were always used to seeing, his eyes shaped like little crescents with the way he smiled too hard.

you quickly snapped the picture, quickly running to your boyfriend to show him the result.

gunwoo never knew anyone could be so excited to take his photo, and he only found himself falling for you harder when he saw you immediately make his picture your lock screen.

you looked at your boyfriend, smiling widely as you showed him your phone, unaware of the thoughts that were running through his mind.

before you could even process it, gunwoo placed his lips upon yours, capturing them in a chaste kiss, replying to the words you told him earlier.

“and i love you.”

TAGLIST: TO BE ADDED, PLEASE DM OR COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK :)

[meow1007]

this is who I’m talking about when I say that I want two boyfriends that are also boyfriends with eachother </3

[gunwoo-bh]

For Better or For Worse [GUNWOO x Fem!reader]

FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE

Gunwoo x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You are a nurse living alone when you become close to Gunwoo's mom and him over the course of a few years when Smile Capital attempts to destroy people's livelihoods. For better or for worse, you support your friends old and new as they fight the greedy loan sharks threatening to ruin your lives.

Warning: mentions of covid, no warnings aside from that until i see wether I write more or not

AN: Hi everyone. Let me start by saying I am nervous to post on here but I love this show and these characters so much. This is not proof-read so pardon any mistakes. I haven't written in so very long so I am rusty, plus English is not my first language. I don't know if this will be a bigger thing but let me know if you want another chapter or for this to be turned into a fic. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

You were never one to notice these things, but when Ms. Yoon who owned your favourite café had up and gone, store and storefront destroyed, there was no choice but to notice. Nobody could ignore the string of events similar to these happening everywhere since COVID has struck the world. You had heard the stories, urging your own parents to avoid falling for these scams in fear that something similar may happen to them. 

“Don’t sign something without having read everything, especially the fineprint, mhm?” You had pleaded with your parents months ago, slipping them an envelope with money.

But walking down the road to grab a pastry and coffee from your favourite café, your heart sank when the building came into sight. Slowing down and coming to a stop while watching what remains of your favourite part of every day. A crowd had gathered as police secured the building as best they could, people whispering and gossiping about what may have happened. A few minutes pass before you tear your gaze away from the scene, glancing back a handful of times before going to work.

It was almost four years ago you had waltzed into Ms. Yoon’s café, new to the neighbourhood and nervously exploring the area. Gentle and kind, she had welcomed you and made you feel like you had never left your parents’ home and as a then 20 year old, this had felt like the perfect welcome to the solo life you were pursuing. On more than one occasion she had shown you around the city for the best secrets the city could offer for the lowest cost. Many times you had gone to her café simply to keep her company or to help her since her only son was in the military.

You had met Gunwoo almost a year later when he returned from his mandatory service. Your introduction to Ms. Yoon’s son had been unplanned, bumping into them at the market on a warm Saturday morning. It hadn’t taken you long to notice her son’s shy demeanor, shyly bowing to each other when his mom giddily introduced the both of you. Blushing intensely throughout the entire interaction, there was no denying how intrigued you had been then about the unassuming young man.

GUNWOO, on the other hand, had begun hearing about you eight or so months before the end of his military service. Every day away he spent worrying about his mother alone in Seoul, managing her business without any help until she had mentioned you. And when she continued to bring up the ‘young woman who comes around often’ he felt better knowing his mom had made something akin to a friend even with the gentle teasing from his mother about how pretty you were, he felt less guilty that he had chosen now to do his service. 

So, standing in the market holding a bag of his mother’s purchases while she gushed to both of you about finally meeting the other he finally met your gaze and bowed, looking away timidly when your eyes focused on him. They bid you a quick goodbye and Gunwoo caught himself looking back at you as they walked away. It wasn’t a shock to anybody when you two became friends, Gunwoo entirely too focused on pursuing his boxing career and working as much as he could to help his mother with their growing debt to focus on the pretty young woman that crept up in his mind whenever he allowed himself to.

Visiting the market, helping clean the café, countless dinners with them and many times being walked home by Gunwoo were now part of day to day life. And being in attendance to his boxing matches had become something he looked forward to. 

Then, COVID hit. You had been spared losing your job as a nurse, obviously, but this meant constantly working. Many business owners such as Ms. Yoon and your parents had been hit so hard, debt accumulating and struggling to pay rent. You had even begun working a second job whenever you had free time to help your parents, sending whatever extra money you had on hand. 

Heading to work, eyes down in your phone you quickly typed a message to not only Gunwoo but to his mother asking them what had happened. Concerned, there was no other choice but to clock into work and focus as best as you can until the day ended. A cloud of worry washes over throughout the entirety of your shift, barely able to do your duties. 

You were eight hours into a twelve hour shift when you finally receive a response from Gunwoo’s mom that simply causes your heart to drop in the pit of your stomach. 

Loan sharks attacked the store. Gunwoo got hurt, he’s at your hospital getting his stitches clean right now. I hate to impose, but he doesn’t want to worry me. Could you check in on him if he’s still there?

Standing in the middle of a hallway in absolute stunned silence, you’re unable to move an inch while processing what his mother has just said to you. What feels like minutes pass when you snap your head up to check what floor you’re on, shoving the phone back in your scrubs and fast walking to the elevator. Damn your duties for the moment, what matters more is figuring out what kind of injury Gunwoo has. The elevator doors can’t seem to open fast enough, foot tapping rhythmically until the familiar ding takes you out of your reverie. Darting out, you scan the waiting room mid hallway for any sign of Gunwoo, but only as you get closer do you see a door open from an office to your left and the familiar green jacket brings out a sigh of relief.

“Oppa…” You call out softly, muffled by the mask. 

Gunwoo stills and right away from under his mask you see the bandage covering an enormous injury on his right cheek. Your chest tightens when he turns to face you, his eyes are soft and dare you say, embarrassed? Ashamed, maybe? You can’t tell, but when you meet halfway, he looks down when your hand gently reaches to touch his injury before hesitating. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” He nods softly, avoiding eye contact before glancing over to someone sitting in the waiting area. 

“Yah, Gunwoo…” Both of you snap your heads to the young man who now stands, watching the both of you before giving you a small bow which you return. “How many stitches did you get?” 

“About 30…” Gunwoo's shoulders sag, looking at you and stepping closer. “Can you please check on my mom after your shift? I promise I’ll explain everything later…”

You want to start protesting, glancing between your friend and his friend, “Okay. I’ll text you when I’m with her, mhm?”

He thanks you, obviously fighting his desire to explain everything and whatever he has going on with the friend with him. He doesn’t introduce you yet but you’re sure it’s not the last time you’ll see him. Reluctantly stepping away, glancing back one final time to their retreating figures, you take your phone out to send him a message you didn’t have the guts to say to him directly.

Be safe, please.

[yuna542]

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[4]

›Bad Idea<

Pairing: Hong Woojin × Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers

Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, Fem!Reader, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names,, hate sex, ANGST, overstimulation, thigh riding

Word Count: 8.5k

Note: That’s the last Part of a Story that I really enjoyed writing. No worries I‘m already working on another Story about Bloodhounds. The chokehold these guys have on me is unreal… Hope you liked the Story. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always a blessing. Stay healthy and much love! ~Sky

Summary: As Gunwoo‘s little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And you suddenly have to ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?

Chapter 7:

The Secret

The very next evening you were waiting in front of his apartment and when he saw you there, he frowned.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, and you braced yourself from the wall you had been leaning against.

"I'm bored," you said monotonously, and his gaze was already glued to the hem of your short skirt.

"So what?"

"Wanna fuck?"

"Sure."

Already you stumbled into his apartment, ripped the clothes from each other and between heated kisses and greedy touches, you threw aside your cell phone where Gunwoo tried to call.

A few hours later you came moaning on top of him as you rode his dick. As he painted your walls white with a hand around your neck, pressing you onto his throbbing dick, you climbed off of him and snuggled up to him.

"You know..fucking you almost made me reconsider whether i hate you or not," he said, pulling you into his arms and leaning his chin into the crook of your neck as he stroked his fingers over your bare stomach.

"Oh really? What's the verdict?" you asked, wiggling even closer to his chest. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and his hair tickled your neck as he did so, making you giggle.

"Hmm..nope not even a little less."

A little offended, you turned around so you could face him. You pouted and stroked your fingers down his chest.

"Not even a little? Let's see if we can change that... Round two?"

Your suggestive smile and the way you raised an eyebrow made him smirk. The warmth in his eyes enveloped you and you never wanted to get out of his bed again if he stayed here with you.

"If you're asking me that naked and all sexy, I don't think I can resist," he replied charmingly, stroking the contours of your face as if it were an expensive sculpture he couldn't get enough of.

You winced with a chuckle as he pinched your side and pulled you closer again. Your lips collided and you kissed him until you couldn't breathe.

That's exactly how it went every time.

You were still a trio. You Gunwoo's annoying little sister and Woojin the chaotic good-for-nothing best friend. You argued, pounced at each other and never missed an opportunity to show that you didn't like each other.

But as soon as you were alone, you leaped upon each other.

The fact that your meetings were a secret between you made it even more exciting.

You slept together all the time. The smallest arguments made you tear off your clothes and throw yourselves on each other, fucking in heat and with no hesitation. It was the best sex you ever had and you were actually happy when you were with him.

However, it didn't go unnoticed for long. It started one night when Gunwoo was looking for a movie in Woojin's room to borrow from him and instead pulled out your black lace bra from between his pillows. That combined with the scratch marks that were increasingly reflected on Woojin's back, and was mockingly acknowledged by his training partners, Gunwoo put one and one together.

"Who is it? Who is this girl? Are you together?"

He had been bugging Woojin until he admitted that there was indeed someone. However, he would die before he told him that it was his sister.

"So like... Do you like her or something?", he asked out of nowhere a few months later as he helped Woojin train. He held the punching bag and looked at his friend, who froze in motion.

"Why would you think that? How could you think that?" asked Woojin, the sweat on his forehead doubling.

"Because you keep daydreaming and you barely have time outside of training... You must spend a lot of time with her," he said and Woojin shook his head as he punched a little stronger than necessary.

"We're just fucking. Nothing special. I don't even like her, actually."

Gunwoo had nodded, wanting to let the subject go. After all, he didn't understand it anyway. Woojin was so secretive that he didn't want to bug him further. Still, Woojin kept talking, between strained gasps as he punched the punching bag:

"I don't know. Really. This has been going on for a while now. The sex is incredible, but she keeps driving me crazy. We can't be in the same room without me getting restless and my heart jumping out of my chest."

The younger one pressed his lips together and tried to stifle a knowing smile. Later, as they sat together on the rooftop, winding down the day with protein shakes and fresh dumplings, Woojin said:

"I think I have come to a conclusion".

Gunwoo looked at him and asked with his mouth full, "Which is?"

"I am allergic to her"

He snorted in disbelief and choked on his shake.

"Wait... what?" escaped him between gasps and coughs.

But Woojin just nodded insistently, "I am allergic to her..."

It was almost like being in a bad romance movie. You couldn't be with or without each other. Endless arguments over the stupidest things every day, that ended with the most amazing sex every night. One minute you were ready to kill each other and the next you were sneaking off to have sex.

No matter when and no matter where.

You were addicted to each other and at this point, you could say you were only arguing and maybe even using each other just to fuck. You tried everything to keep it a secret from your brother. But you also became careless as time passed.

Finally, in addition to your underwear, he found a shirt that he had given you, where you had left it in Woojin's bed. Of course, he had recognized it immediately and before Woojin could explain anything, Gunwoo snapped and had given him a strong punch in the face.

He was furious that you had kept it a secret from him for so long and he was very very stunned that such a thing had happened behind his back all this time.

Now Woojin sat on your couch and you pressed a bag of frozen peas on the bridge of his swollen nose.

"He got you pretty good..." you said affectedly, and you felt guilty. After all, you were partly to blame.

Gunwoo and Woojin had randomly come in, Woojin had bled all over your apartment after your brother had hit him unannounced in the middle of the nose, and after that he had brought him here to have someone take care of his bloody nose and most likely to confront you.

Since then, your brother had been pacing back and forth in front of you, trying to calm himself down. He could have guessed it. At the latest when Woojin was so interested that one afternoon. Gunwoo and he had made ramen on the roof of his apartment. A little ritual where they just chatted and let the training day end.

"I can't stand it at home anymore," he sighed, dropping into the chair next to Woojin.

"What's wrong?" asked Woojin, stirring the pot.

"Y/N's girlfriend is visiting and they talk all day! Without a break and I have to listen to everything even in my room... They're so loud!", he sighed exhaustedly and Woojin patted him sympathetically on the shoulder.

"Even in the kitchen, you're not safe from the chatter... I hear things really I don't want to know."

Interested, Woojin raised his eyebrows and paused.

"What do you mean? What are they talking about?"

"Don't make me remember," Geonwoo sighed, and that's when his best friend elbowed him in the side.

"You can't start and then not tell the details."

Gunwoo stretched, groaning, as if the coming words would cause him physical pain.

"I suspected she was seeing someone. She's rarely home. Sneaks at her room abnormally early in the morning and lately she's even humming when she's working at the store. It's really creepy by now," he began, and Woojin had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning widely.

"Anyway, I overheard her talking about it with her friend in the kitchen. She said it was the best sex of her life, but wouldn't say with whom..."

Gunwoo shook himself in disgust and took over stirring the ramen. The corners of Woojin's mouth slowly lifted and he tried not to ask too suspiciously.

"Best sex of her life? That's what she said?"

"Yeah... It was disgusting enough, can you please not repeat it?" he asked and Woojin nodded quickly, though he would have loved to hear more. Inwardly, he was as happy as a little kid who got an ice cream cone as a reward for a good grade.

Even as he had beamed the rest of the evening, Gunwoo had suspected nothing. You could both see how sorry he was. He really hadn't meant to hurt Woojin. But it had also been wrong of you to lie to him for so long.

The two most important people in his life had lied to him for months and abused his trust.

"Gunwoo..." you began carefully, meekly, but he interrupted you:

"No! Don't! I'm not angry... But I can't be around you right now. I need to focus on the fight."

That came on top of it, too. Gunwoo had an important fight in the next few days that he had been training for for months.

"That's okay. Talk to me when you're ready, bro. I'm gonna go now...", Woojin said and stood up.

He looked at the peas in confusion and held the bag out to you a bit dorkily.

"You can keep those," you said in an occupied voice, and he nodded. When he disappeared through the door, you stood up too and gave your brother a worried look.

He ruffled his hair and ran both hands wearily through his face.

Chapter 8:

The Date

Over the next few days, things calmed down a bit. Gunwoo seemed to come to terms with it. At least he didn't mention it anymore. At his boxing match, you were both there cheering him on. The friendship between the two boxers was too strong after all and the they needed each other. They were inseparable and even you couldn't destroy that.

Later that day you celebrated his victory and while you ate pork belly, laughed and carelessly spent time together as before, your guilty conscience gradually faded away. Before you could say goodbye to Woojin in front of the restaurant and run home with Gunwoo, he held you back by the hand.

Questioningly, you looked up at him and that's when Gunwoo said:

"I'll go ahead and wait for you."

Gratefully, you gave him a curt look, which he returned with a smile before walking out of earshot.

"He's not mad at us anymore. That's good," Woojin said, kicking a pebble into the road.

"What's wrong?" you asked curiously, watching him squirm around for a while before he managed to look you in the eye.

"Do you want to do something tomorrow?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in wonder.

"Sure. I can come over if..."

"No... Not just to fuck. I'd like to spend time with you. Outside, get something to eat, and then go to the park?"

Completely perplexed, your mouth was open and you looked at him as if he'd suggested you jump off a cliff.

"The weather is supposed to be nice..."

Since you didn't answer, he became more and more uncertain. You looked for sarcasm or some malice, but nothing came. He just looked nervous. He cursed himself and swallowed hard as he stared at the floor. Why the hell was he so restless?

"Nevermind. That was a stupid idea. Just forget about it," he dismissed it, wanting to turn around and just disappear.

Unconsciously, you grabbed his sleeve and he turned back to you. Confused, yet with hope in his eyes that sprouted like the first snowdrops in spring.

"No. That's a nice idea. Will you pick me up?"

His face lit up and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Uh, yeah. At two?"

"I'll help out at the store until three, then we can get going."

"Sounds good."

Silently, you just looked at each other. Nothing around you seemed to matter. The traffic, the people pushing past you on the sidewalk, and even the cloud pushing in front of the sun.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," you repeated, and as soon as you caught up with Gunwoo, your cheeks glowed and your stomach did flips. He said nothing. He just smiled and put an arm around your shoulders as you turned into the street to your apartment.

While you waited for Woojin to pick you up, the same question played incessantly in your mind:

Was that a date?

Something inside you hoped so. As you took off your apron and checked your hair in the mirror, you heard the store door and Woojin's voice.

You almost cried out, you were so tense.

You had put on some makeup, were wearing a red summery dress because you knew that was his favorite color, and when you heard how happy your mom was about his visit, you felt warm. When you stepped out into the store, his eyes were immediately on you. His face lit up and his eyes wandered endlessly along your curves.

"Hey..." you said a little meekly.

"Hey. You look beautiful," he said, not knowing what to do with his hands. It was weird not meeting just to sleep with each other.

"Thanks... You too," you replied, and he really did. He was wearing ripped jeans and a tank top, so you could probably stare at his muscular arms all day. Your mom was obviously surprised by the sudden niceness between you and looked back and forth, puzzled.

"Shall we?" he asked, and you nodded. Before you could say goodbye to your mom, she came rushing out from behind the counter and thrust a bag into your hand.

"There's a little snack in there. Have a nice day," she said, placing a hand affectionately on Woojin's cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you very much Mrs Kim." he said enthusiastically and it was heartwarming how happy he was. You knew by now that he didn't have a very good relationship with his parents. That's why he looked up to your mother and enjoyed the affection she gave him.

As soon as you walked side by side through the streets, directly towards the park, a strange silence spread. It was completely absurd to spend time with Woojin without arguing. Birds were chirping and the park was decorated like a painting in various shades of green.

On the way, you picked up an iced coffee and eventually chatted as if it were a normal thing to be together. Only without Gunwoo. It was new how much you laughed even just the two of you and before you knew it half the day was over.

In the park, you spread out your jackets and lay down under a tree, through whose branches scattered rays of sunlight hit the earth and warmed your faces.

Although you thought it was supposed to be weird, it seemed perfectly normal as he put an arm around you and you snuggled up to him. You ate the donuts your mom had packed for you and teased each other until you fought over the last piece.

He may have been a good boxer, yet you were winning. At least that's what you thought as you proudly shoved the last piece into your mouth and he watched you, fondly smiling.

After a while, watching the sky, you asked:

"What do we do now?"

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at you.

"What do you mean?“

"I mean, what is it between us?" you asked, as that question circled you over and over.

"I think we're friends?"

Friends? Was that really the right word? Did you want you guys to just be friends? You tried to tell yourself it was so perfect. With no obligations, no extra thoughts, if everything just stayed the way it was. But it felt wrong and something in you resisted it. By now you were sure: you wanted more than that.

You just didn't know what. You wanted more days like this, where you laughed together, got talked about nonsense, looked together in the sky. You even wanted more fights and arguments, if that meant falling into bed with him at the end of the day.

"Friends who sleep together regularly?"

"Exactly..."

He played with a strand of your hair and wrapped it around his finger, lost in thought. You looked up at him and his absent look made you suspicious. It was as if he wanted to say something, but didn't dare. You intertwined your fingers with his and leaned your cheek against his chest.

A couple with a dog walked by, talking animatedly.

The sudden silence became more serious than either of you wanted. You indulged your thoughts and it was almost intimate as you enjoyed the last rays of the day's sunshine snuggled together.

"I'm sure you have other people you can sleep with. You have the pretty face for it," you said to lighten the serious mood. You didn't want to deal with what could be.

What if he really just saw you as a friend? Someone to blow off steam with, but nothing more. But then why had he brought you here today, and why had the day been so nice? Was he already bored having sex with you?

"Additionally, you're a possessive little freak, but it's very endearing," you added, and he grinned in amusement.

"But I only want you."

Stunned, you looked at him and when your eyes locked, it took your breath away.

"I've gotten too attached to you already," he added quickly.

Woojin flashed another, kindly mocking grin. Teasing, as ever. He tried to keep it light. Better that than wanting too much, knowing he would never get it.

You averted your eyes again and followed the couple, arm in arm, as they watched their dog run across the park.

Was that disappointment squeezing the air out of your lungs?

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

You played with the hem of his tank top, and he slid his hand down your sides until it was firmly against your hip.

"Why do you put up with me? You obviously can't stand me. So why?"

You didn't dare look at him, afraid he might read your true thoughts and feelings from your face.

"The sex is good," you murmured, and that's when he looked up at the sky and laughed, chuckling and your body shivered excited.

"Is that all it is? Then why did you come today?"

So many questions you didn't know the answer to. You didn't know why you agreed, you just knew you wanted to. You wanted to spend time with him outside of your bed or his room.

Why wasn't clear to you.

"I don't want anyone else either. I may have started to like you," you finally blurted out and he thought his heart would burst.

"Really?"

He looked at you incredulously and straightened up a bit. Immediately you blushed with shame. All this could not be, but you could not lie. Your body betrayed you anyway.

"Stop staring at me like that, creep!" you drove at him and pushed him so that he fell on his back and looked into the leaves with a smile.

"I don't believe it... Did Y/N Kim really just admit that she likes me?" he gasped, running both hands through his hair as if you had just revealed to him that you could fly.

Immediately, you regretted being so honest with him and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"Shut up. I said maybe. You just ruined it again," you grumbled and crossed your arms. Why did he have to be so annoying anyway?

You felt vulnerable and that was a scary feeling.

Woojin sat up again and when he saw your tense expression and the sadness you were trying to hide behind a carefree mask, the grin died.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and turned you so that you were looking at him. Then he pulled you to the floor with him until you were on top of him, his leg between your thighs, pulling you into a deep kiss.

He was gentle, loving, running his hands down your sides and letting his tongue slide over your lower lip as light as a feather. By now he didn't care at all that you were in the middle of public.

Especially when your lips were too kissable and he just wanted to litter you with kisses all day.

You buried your fingers in his hair and melted in his arms as you opened your lips and he slid his tongue into your mouth. This time, it wasn't a contest. Not a race either of you wanted to win. You were moving in unison.

Your body was made for him as he curved perfectly into his. The kiss was more intimate than anything before and full of tenderness.

You could feel his heartbeat and it was reassuring that it was racing just like yours.

Between kisses, you felt him smile and pull you closer by the hips in a demanding way. He ran his hands under your shirt, over your back, so that his fingers left a trail of heat on your soft skin.

When he lifted his leg between your thighs and brushed against your middle, you gasped involuntarily into his mouth. You almost couldn't help rocking your hips just a little. You were desperate for some sort of friction and relief. Just hearing his voice, his body so close to yours, made you tense. You began to slowly rock and sway your hips, letting out small groans and pants.

As your fingers pulled at his hair, he moved his thigh teasingly and gave more pressure directly on your covered cunt. Immediately you got wet and the desire made you roll your hips against his leg.

Embarrassed, you bit your lower lip as he bobbed his leg and grinned as he felt you heatedly rubbing your cunt against him.

"Look at you... All desperate and needy. And in public," he whispered in your ear and you whimpered softly as he rubbed his thigh harder against your cunt.

To outsiders it just looked like a couple cuddling and whispering loving words to each other.

"Woojin I can't...," you murmured tensely and he watched as your lustful face tried to keep its composure.

"Take what you need, sweetheart," he murmured to you, guiding your hips against his leg with one hand. With the other he pushed your head to the side to kiss your neck.

Time began to stop and you rolled your hips harder against his thigh. The thought that someone could catch you only sent more arousal between your legs and made your skin tingle.

He was peppering kisses down your throat, stopping to suck a pretty red mark over your pulse point.

Every shift of his hips bumped up against your throbbing core and he held you tightly by the hips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Even clothed the drag on your clit was brilliant, you knew you were going to ruin your panties but the orgasm that was coming your way was worth it.

He bounced his leg just right and watched as your hips stuttered slightly and ran one hand under your shirt to knead your breast. Too inconspicuous for anyone else to notice what he was doing, but you felt every little movement so intensely that you buried your face in his neck. With a sharp curse, your hips continued to roll against those muscular thighs and your eyebrows pinched together from the unbelievable pleasure.

Your lips traveling to his collarbone as you squeezed your cunt against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you and as he grinded your hips intensely against his thigh a few more times, you came with a gasp and your body trembled on his.

Satisfied, he stroked a few strands of hair out of your forehead as you calmed down and kissed your temple.

"My good girl," the boxer praised, "Do you feel better now, dollface?" he asked and you nodded slowly and sunk against him. You were too sensitive now but your hips continued to roll lazily, trying to chase the powerful release.

"Thank you..." you said and snuggled closer to his chest. He bit your neck gently, then murmured suggestively:

"You can thank me at home with your sweet pussy. After all, it's mine."

You shuddered and your eyes met. Lasciviously you grinned and you played with his waistband.

"Shall we go?"

He nodded and the lust grabbed you like a tornado, pulled you with it and left no hesitation. You walked together to his apartment, your hand firmly on your ass and as soon as you were through the door, you took off your clothes.

You didn't even made it to his bed this time.

Instead, he ended up on top of you on the couch and the romantic kisses got hot and fiery. As soon as you had your underwear off, he said impatiently:

"Turn over! On all fours!"

With glowing cheeks you did as he said and before you could prepare yourself you felt a hand firmly on your hip and him slipping out of his boxers. The sight was intoxicating as you waited on all fours, ready and willing for him. Your elbows and knees were propped up to support your weight.

"Let's see how much my doll can handle."

He licked his lips before pressing his throbbing tip against your entrance, rubbing and tapping. Fear and excitement filled your body, his tip at your entrance stretched you out already and made you gasp.

"Less talking, more fucking", you snapped.

"You little bitch," he laughed and when his tip entered you, your arms weakened immediately.

Your hands gripped tense, into the padding as he thrusted ruthlessly into you, a rasping gasp escaping him.

"Asshole," you hissed, your voice trembling with pain.

"Fuck... You're so hot when you're angry," he moaned with his hands firmly on your hips, he tucked himself deep inside you, giving you no mercy with his vicious movements. Your nosy moan echoed throughout the apartment, but you didn't have enough self-awareness to stop it. His thick cock stretched out your walls so deliciously, your pussy constricted snuggly around him. He groaned at your tightness, wet and warm all around him.

His thrusts were brutally quick, as if he was trying to win a race. Or prove a point. Your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as you lost reality. You felt your mind leave your body. You feared your brain would melt and run out of your ears as he slammed into you from behind. You swear you were dangling above yourself. His pelvis slamming against your ass, the sound of skin slapping and the squelching sound of your aching cunt filling the room.

He noticed that you've been almost cumming all over his cock, your tight walls spasming around him. With your lack of oxygen, the world slowly slipped away from you in a lustful haze. Your pussy tightened around his length as your orgasm suddenly waved over you. Your body and mind submerges into a blissful fog as your climax surrounded him. His thrusts became chaotic and messy as he felt your cum soak his cock and you moaned his name incessantly between unholy whimpers. Heavy breathing, hearts racing, muscles trembling, and sweat glistening. You were trapped in your world of lust and passion.

He let you catch your breath for a moment as he turned you around by your hips and pressed a long kiss to your lips.

"Your perfect. So perfect for me. I want that forever. I wish I could have that forever," he said, his voice wavering dangerously.

Your hands were tight against his chest and you wanted to ask what he meant, but you didn't get to as he thrusted into you again incessantly, your nails dug into his muscular shoulders, and the way he fucked you forced uncontrollable sobs from your swollen lips.

You wanted to hide your face against his chest as the next orgasm threatened to tear you apart, but he pushed you back by the shoulder and his eyes bored into yours caught in a swirl of bliss.

"I want to look at your pretty face when I cum," he gasped, and somehow the moment felt final. There was something strange in his eyes and briefly you thought you saw sadness flashing in them.

But then the next orgasm sent you into a bright light until you saw stars.

As soon as your walls clenched around him, he gasped sharply and his lips crashed against yours. He bit your bottom lip and his thrusts became incoherent as he was about to cum.

Simply kissing him in your dizzy state felt euphoric, your insides contracting,

„Fuck." he sucked in a sharp breath "Still so fuckin' tight for me."

You stared overwhelmed into his eyes, they were filled with so much passion instead of lust. But there was something else. Something that weighed heavier. It felt warm, loving and engaging. The word was on the tip of your tongue, but it weighed far too heavy to speak it or even to grasp it in your thoughts. It was a feeling you had only read about in books or seen in movies. Your heart fluttered, his stare was gentle yet his thrusts were rough as he came inside you and his eyes nearly rolling back. By now it felt like he knew your body more than you did. His tip kept on kissing your g spot, causing you to let out stuttering whimpers as he spilled into you.

"Shit..." he huffed, panting heavily. Your chest raised up and down, catching your breath.

Still buried deep inside you, he collapsed on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You stroked your fingers along his back, along his tattoo, and he wrapped his arms around your body so tightly that you gasped.

"Woojin... Babe you're crushing me," you chocked and he immediately eased up a bit.

Without further ado, he turned so that you were on top of him, but continued to hold you as if he was afraid you might disappear if he wasn't careful.

He did not pull out of you. With your pussy still squeezing him and sucking him in so good, he just couldn’t.

"I don't want to lose you," he sighed, stroking through your hair. Looking at him a little puzzled, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more behind his words.

"I'm here," you assured him, taking his face in both hands before kissing him lovingly.

"Let's stay like this for a while. You feel so warm," he murmured and you nodded, resting your cheek against his chest. He seemed more affectionate than usual. You also noticed how desperately he'd cling to you: how he'd tightly hold your thighs at his sides, how his fingernails were digging into your skin, how deeply he was trying to bury himself into you. Looking at your flushed face, all tired out, you couldn't look any more beautiful to him even like this. He looked at how you closed your eyes to give your body a break.

He absorbed everything: your expression, your touch, your warmth, your moans, your pussy, and most of all, your affection was his at the moment. The entirety of you was his and his alone and he would not change it for anything.

The next time you looked into his eyes, there was this vulnerability that surprised you. He wanted to say so much and yet he couldn't bring himself to say a word.

He wanted to say how much he wanted you to be his, how much he had fallen in love with you. How he loved everything about you. Your laugh, the angry glint in your eye, every one of your strange mannerisms.

But that wouldn't be fair.

Not when he was soon gone.

Chapter 9:

The Dream:

Just a few days later, you walked through the door at home yawning, wanting nothing but sleep after a tiring late shift at the café.

But when you saw Gunwoo packing his bag through the door gap in his room, you became curious. You went to his room, jumped on his bed and watched him.

"What are you doing? Are you going somewhere today?" you asked, and he was already swinging his bag on his back.

"I'm just going to bring Woojin some things he left here and then help him pack."

Completely confused, you straightened up, slid to the edge of the bed, and asked:

"Packing? For what?"

Now Gunwoo looked at you just as uncomprehendingly.

"Didn't he tell you?"

"Told me what?" you drove at him a little more briskly than you intended.

"Woojin has qualified for the Amateur Boxing Championship in America."

The info threw everything inside you upside down.

"That's great! He's always dreamed of this!" you said excitedly. Gunwoo nodded vehemently.

"If he wins there, both of us might be able to compete in the World Championships soon. Wouldn't that be crazy?" he exclaimed excitedly and you followed him into the hallway where he put on his shoes.

"But what does that mean? When is he going to America? The competitions are taking place in a few months, aren't they?"

Gunwoo looked up at you and replied:

"He got an offer from a famous coach who wants to prepare him for it. He's already leaving this weekend."

"What?" you gasped in disbelief, your throat instantly tightening.

"How long will he be gone?"

"That's still unclear. Half a year until the competition in any case. What happens after that, no one knows yet. If he does well, he can go straight to the next competitions."

As exciting as it sounded, to your ears it was just a disaster. Stunned, you dropped onto the sofa as soon as Gunwoo disappeared. Woojin would be out of your life in just two days, and maybe forever. And he had told you nothing.

All night long you tossed and turned in your bed. Your chest ached at the mere thought of Woojin going to America. At the same time, your guilty conscience paralyzed you.

It was his dream to box in the professional league and it didn't seem so far-fetched now.

When the first rays of sunlight broke through your window, you still hadn't slept a wink. Sighing, you sat up in bed and made a decision. You had to see him. You had to confront him and ask him about it.

So you slipped into your jacket and shoes and left the house early in the morning. Outside his apartment, you took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

It took a while, but finally he opened the door and looked at you in amazement. Actually, you expected him to look completely sleepy, his hair a mess and sleep still in his eyes like every morning.

He was not an early riser, and yet he stood before you, alert and wide awake.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked, letting you enter. In his living room you understood why he was already awake. There was an open suitcase on the floor and around it were clothes, his passport and other things. So it was true.

You turned to him with a tense heart.

"When do you wanted to tell me?"

He was obviously uncomfortable. Sighing, he ran his hand over his face and that's when you realized how tired he actually was.

"I was going to tell you... But I didn't think you'd care."

Stunned, you walked up to him.

"What, are you serious? You were just going to disappear without saying anything?", your voice automatically became louder and he stubbornly returned your gaze.

Actually, he had been incredibly afraid. Afraid that you really wouldn't care or that you were even happy when he disappeared. That would have broke him.

Since he had received the letter, he had thought of nothing but you. Instead of saying that, he shrugged.

"We're not together."

A lump formed in your throat. Did he really care that little? Your lower lip quivered dangerously, but you forced yourself to remain calm.

"Was it really that meaningless to you? Am I just a fuck toy for you that you could use at will?" you asked, and he would have loved to scream out loud. Would have pulled you into his arms and kissed the hurt expression from your face. But he was scared and frustrated.

He was afraid of what he would do if you rejected him and even more afraid of what he was willing to do if you didn't.

"Do you care, then? Didn't you just use me for your own pleasure? Or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me, begging me to fuck you so good you forget everything else," he drove at you and you took a few steps back as his jaw twitched furiously and he stepped at you.

"What do you want me to say?" you breathed, struggling to keep your voice steady.

You didn't dare give in. The anger, desperation, and frustration mingled into a sickening taste on your tongue. You didn't know why you were so angry. It only hurt to look at him. He was going to leave and there was nothing you could do about that.

"What you feel," he replied, anger reflected in his eyes as well. He hated that he felt that way. That you had done this to him.

He felt trapped in a spider web and every movement only made him sink deeper into it.

"I can't stand you," you replied, and every word hurt like someone was pressing red-hot iron against your skin. Maybe if you denied it, the feeling would go away on its own.

He came even closer, sparkling at you with mesmerising eyes.

"You don't mean that."

"You don't know what i mean," you shot back frantically.

You could see how hurt he was. But you didn't want to ruin his dream by being selfish. If you just told him, that he meant nothing to you, he could leave without wasting another thought about you and live his dream.

That's what you wanted for him and telling him the truth would only make things complicated for him.

"It's okay. Just leave! If I never see your face again, I'll be happy," you shot back at him, something inside you breaking more with each word.

"I wish i never-" but he interrupted you by grabbing your hand.

"Don't say something you don't mean. Don't you dare," he growled, desperately looking for something to prove otherwise.

"Don't you realize? This isn't working. We're going back and forth. When we're not fighting, we're fucking. It doesn't work like that. We're like poison for each other!", you retorted, the shards of what was left in your chest digging deeper and deeper into your flesh.

"You never change, do you? You never fucking change. Always so stubborn; always thinking you're right," Woojin murmured and you wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him you didn't want to let him go.

But that would be selfish. He should chase his dream without another worry. You wanted him to be happy.

"I wish you all the best Woojin," you said, your voice finally breaking treacherously at his name. You turned quickly so he wouldn't see the first treacherous tears roll down your cheeks.

He sighed in anger before following you.

"Don't fucking walk away from me!"

He grabbed your hand and you pulled back as if he burned you with his touch.

"Stop telling me what to do!" you yelled back at him and he took a few steps back.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe all of this was a mistake. We would never work and all this is a big fucking mess. But please, before you go, tell me to my face that there's nothing between us. That I imagined all of it so I could have closure!"

All you wanted to do was cry and lash out. It felt like you were bleeding to death inside when you said:

"There's nothing there, and there never will be."

Every word was heavy as lead on your tongue and you feared your legs would give out if you looked into his desperate face for one more second. You wanted to tell him that there was so much you felt for him. That you believed you were seriously falling in love, but it would be selfish and dumb.

"All right..." he murmured, and the sadness in his eyes robbed you of the last of your hopes.

"I'm leaving now," you pressed out, and he watched as the door slammed shut behind you.

He didn't know how long he stared at the door, hoping you would come back and end the argument with a kiss, but that didn't happen.

Not this time.

Chapter 10:

The Love

With a curtain of tears obscuring your view, you stumbled home and as soon as you bursted through the door, past the confused Gunwoo, into your room, you collapsed on your bed sobbing.

Every muscle ached and you feared dying from the pain in your chest.

Putting his ear to the door, Gunwoo winced at the heart-wrenching sobs and cautiously walked in.

"Y/N?" he whispered, sitting anxiously at the edge of the bed.

You couldn't form a word, so tense was your body consumed by anger, rage, and grief. You didn't have to.

Gunwoo soothingly placed a hand on your back and pulled you closer until your head rested on his lap. Silently, he stroked your hair soothingly and was just there. Your big secure rock in the painfully raging waters. The anchor that kept you from sinking into the deep black tides of your mind.

For the next few days, you didn't leave your room. You couldn't bring yourself to touch the food your mom put on your nightstand and buried yourself under your covers, hoping you'd never have to leave your bed again.

By Saturday night, Gunwoo had had enough.

You felt the mattress beside you lower as he sat down.

"Woojin's flight leaves in an hour..." he said into the silence, as if you hadn't been counting the minutes.

"Why are you telling me this?" you grumbled into your pillow, trying to ignore the way your heart contracted painfully.

"You should tell him how you feel before it's too late."

Gunwoo's words made you look up, and as you looked at him, you realized he was dead serious.

"What, how.?“

"It's obvious. To everyone but you two idiots. You like each other and I want you to be happy. To do that, you have to tell him how you feel before he's gone."

"It's too late," you howled into your pillow as Gunwoo suddenly yanked the covers off you. The cool air against your bare legs gave you goosebumps.

"What are you doing!" you snapped at him, but he also ripped the pillow from under your head, causing your face to slam into the mattress.

"Get up! I'm taking you to the airport. Now!"

You stared at him, stunned, and slid to the edge of the bed.

"Are you serious?" you asked uneasily, and he was already tossing you a pair of jeans from your closet.

"I've never been more serious! Come on hurry up!"

So you picked yourself up, took new courage and got dressed. Excitedly, you kneaded your hands the entire car ride. At the airport, you already felt so sick that you wanted to throw up.

With Gunwoo, you ran past the many people. Like in an anthill, tons of people were scurrying around. Businessmen with suits, families with a convoys of suitcases, and groups of young people visiting relatives or were on vacation.

Hurriedly, heart pounding, you kept a lookout for Woojin, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe we're too late," you gasped as Gunwoo stretched his head and kept a lookout. He was taller and thus had a better view.

But there he suddenly pointed to a counter where Woojin was about to walk through the gate.

"There he is!" he shouted. His curly head and broad shoulders clearly set him apart from the other people.

You didn't have to think for a second to sprint. Like a maniac, you pushed past the people, earning indignant stares, but nothing would stop you from reaching him.

"Woojin! Wait!" you shouted, almost running over an old man. You apologized hurriedly and kept running. He turned around in amazement and when he saw you, he took a step out of the crowd.

Your feet seemed not to touch the ground and as soon as you reached him you threw yourself into his arms so violently that he staggered back a few steps, but he held you so tightly that that you lifted off the ground.

His smell and touch glued the pieces that had once been your heart back together.

You held him so tightly and swore never to let him go. By now you had attracted the attention of most of the people around you, but that didn't stop you from sobbing in relief.

You broke away from him slightly, but only to look him in the eye. He set you down carefully and his amber eyes scrutinized you in complete wonder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to chatter away like a waterfall:

"I'm so sorry. I was so stupid. It's totally fine if you don't feel that way, but I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you. You mean so much to me and I can't sleep, eat or breathe without you... I just didn't want to mess up and get in the way of your dream.“

"Y/N..." he tried to interrupt you for the first time, but everything that had been building up burst out of you.

"You’re an amazing boxer and I didn’t want to make things complicated for you. Also I've never felt anything like this before and I was afraid you wouldn't want me."

"Sweetheart. Y/N?"

Sobbing, you didn't realize you were crying until he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs and cupped your cheeks lovingly. Breathing hard, you looked up at him and he smiled warmly.

"May I say something now?" he asked quietly, and there was so much affection in his eyes that you just nodded, sniffling.

"I'm in love with you. For quite a while now. I didn't know this feeling. When I was near you I felt things I had never felt before. But now I know: I'm deeply madly and head over heels in love with you."

"Really?"

He laughed at the look on your face. You were too cute with those puffy lips, reddened eyes, and beautiful affection in your eyes.

"Yes. Can I finally kiss you now?"

You nodded and that's when he pulled you by the chin into a kiss that blew away all the pain of the last few days like a violent whirlwind. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you snuggled up to him and deepened the kiss.

Now you knew what this strange feeling was that floated between you like a lukewarm summer wind. It was love.

The word suddenly didn't feel so far away anymore.

With closed eyes you slowly separated from each other, smiling and savouring the moment. You blushed when you saw how many pairs of eyes were directed at you. Nevertheless, you could not stop smiling at each other.

Then an announcement rang out, announcing Woojin's flight in a few minutes.

"I have to go..." he muttered in anguish, and you stroked his chest with your hands.

"Yeah I know."

He didn't want to let you go and it was obvious how much he was fighting with himself.

"Just to make sure: You're my girlfriend now?" he asked with that typical cheeky grin.

Your heart fluttered and you wanted to squeal with delight. You laughed blissfully and overwhelmed with happiness. He wanted to bottle up that sound so bad and keep it with him forever.

"Yes. All yours..." you replied and he looked at your features dreamily.

"All mine," he murmured and pulled you by the hips into a kiss again. It was getting harder and harder to separate from each other, but you managed somehow.

"You have to go! Otherwise you'll miss the flight," you gasped breathlessly, pressing your forehead to his.

"Will you call me?"

"Of course. After all, we're officially together now. We'll cheer you on from home until you get back," you said, and along with the joy, a little wistfulness now crept in.

After all, this was still goodbye. A temporary farewell, but still devastating now that you finally stopped being stupid and found each other.

"Take care of Gunwoo for me!" he said and that's when you noticed your brother standing behind you, smiling broadly but with teary eyes.

"Come here Bro!", Woojin said then and spread an arm invitingly.

Gunwoo literally jumped into the embrace and so you three squeezed each other tightly.

"Show them and win!" said Gunwoo and you thought you heard a muffled sob.

When you broke away from each other, you all had tears in your eyes and yet you were grinning broadly.

"We see each other soon...Maybe you can visit me?" said Woojin, and neither of you would move, nodding while sniffling and pouting.

When your brother pulled him sobbing into his arms once more, you laughed softly and wiped the tears from your eyes.

Then the idiot that you somehow fell in love with turned to you again, pulled you closer by your face, and gave you one last, loving kiss.

"I love you, dollface"

"I love you, idiot"

With that, you let go and watched Woojin disappear through the gate. Gunwoo put an arm around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder. That wasn't exactly what your brother had in mind, when he wanted you two to know each other but having your best friend as possible brother-in-law wasn't that bad either.

Before Woojin disappeared completely, he saluted Gunwoo, which your brother returned with a laugh. Then he was gone and there were only the two of you again.

With a muffled sob you hid your face in your hands, while Gunwoo led you outside the airport.

„I‘ll miss his stupid face“, you cried and Gunwoo chuckled slightly.

He shook is head and looked at you with a healing smile.

„Who would have guessed…“

The End

——

© Sky-yuna — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[toastinthegrass]

[pirateprincess714]

Me after watching the first 5 minutes of bloodhounds.

[1liv]

WOO DO-HWAN in Bloodhounds – Episode 8

[gs29]

The Fight That Awaits

Kim Geon Woo Masterlist The buzzing atmosphere of the arena was nearly suffocating, the weight of the crowd’s energy heavy in the air. You sat in the front row, knees pressed together, hands gripping the seat’s edge. Your eyes were fixed on the ring where Kim Geon Woo, the love of your life, was preparing for the match of his life. You could feel the thrum of anticipation from the crowd, the smell of sweat, leather, and the faint tang of blood hanging in the air.

Geon Woo had always been intense, but tonight, it was different. You could tell he was pushing himself further than ever before. The glint of determination in his eyes, the controlled breath as he wrapped his hands, each punch he threw in practice sharper and more deliberate—it made you uneasy.

He glanced at you from across the room for a brief moment, and it was as though time stopped. His eyes softened when they met yours, and you could see the layers of everything he was about to face in that gaze. Despite the weight of the match, despite everything, you were his anchor. That’s why you always came. For him. No matter how hard it was.

You knew what this meant to him—boxing wasn’t just a sport; it was an escape, a release, a way to deal with the darkness that sometimes threatened to consume him. His past had been full of things he could never fully express, and boxing was the one place he could take that pain, wrap it up in every punch, and let it out. But it didn’t make it any easier to watch.

The referee’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see Geon Woo stepping into the ring, his form cutting through the chaos of the crowd’s noise. There was no hesitation in his movements. No doubt.

You stood, biting your lip, and slowly walked towards the edge of the ring, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck rise with the growing tension.

You’ve got this, you mouthed to him, your voice barely audible over the loudspeakers, but you knew he would hear it. He always did.

Geon Woo gave you a faint, reassuring smile, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, the bell rang.

The first few rounds were a blur. The sound of fists hitting flesh, the blood, the sweat—everything happening in a blur of adrenaline. You could hardly sit still. Your heart was racing with every punch he landed, every movement he made. You stood on your tiptoes, leaning forward, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Each round seemed to last forever, and yet, in the midst of it all, you never doubted his strength.

But the longer the match went on, the more you could feel his exhaustion. His breath came heavier, his movements slower. The other fighter was relentless, and you saw the signs of fatigue start to creep into Geon Woo’s stance. He wasn’t the type to give up, but tonight, something was different. His body was telling him to quit, but his will—his determination—refused to let him.

In the corner, between rounds, you caught a glimpse of his trainer shouting instructions at him, but Geon Woo’s eyes were locked on you. You could see the unsaid words in his expression, the quiet plea for strength.

He needed to win. Not just for the crowd, not just for his pride. But for you. For everything you meant to him.

The bell rang again for the final round, and you could feel your chest tightening with every movement he made. Geon Woo, though battered, pushed forward, landing a devastating punch to his opponent’s ribs. The crowd roared, the tension palpable.

Then, with a sudden burst of power, Geon Woo threw the final blow. His opponent staggered back, but it was enough. The referee stepped in, calling for the match to end.

The crowd erupted, but your world went silent as Geon Woo collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. You rushed down to the ring, ignoring the security guards who tried to stop you. The moment you reached him, you knelt beside him, cupping his face with your hands.

"Geon Woo…" Your voice was soft, but full of concern.

He looked up at you, his lips curling into a tired, but victorious smile. “Told you I’d win,” he murmured, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. Blood streaked across his face, but there was a fire in his gaze—a quiet pride. “I did it for you. Always.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you leaned down to kiss him, the world fading away as you lost yourself in the moment.

No matter the scars, no matter the pain—he was yours, and you were his. Forever

But there was no time to bask in victory. You could see the toll the match had taken on him. His knuckles were bloodied, his face marked with bruises, and his legs… his legs were clearly not holding him up well.

“Geon Woo,” you said, voice tight with emotion. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

He nodded, though it seemed like he could barely stand. His trainer came to help, but you were the one who gently guided him, your hand on his arm as you carefully supported him out of the ring. The crowd had begun to disperse, but you felt like you were in a world of your own—only focused on him.

Back at the Locker Room

The sterile smell of the locker room hit you as you helped Geon Woo sit on the bench. His shoulders were slumped, and his body seemed like it was made of stone. He was hurt, badly. You could see the cuts and bruises littering his skin—proof of just how much he’d given in the ring.

You grabbed the medical kit from the side and began carefully tending to him, your fingers trembling as you wiped the blood from his face. Geon Woo sat still, his gaze on you, but his eyes seemed distant, too tired to really focus on anything.

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, swiping a wet cloth over the cut on his brow. He winced, but nodded.

“It always does,” he said with a faint chuckle, his voice raw. “But it’s worth it.”

You sighed softly, your heart aching. You hated seeing him like this—so broken, so vulnerable. But he was yours, and you were going to take care of him. No matter what.

You applied the ointment carefully, trying not to make him flinch as you worked. His usual prideful, strong exterior was gone. Right now, he needed you, and you would give him everything.

When you finished, you reached for the towel, gently dabbing his face and neck to wipe away the sweat. His breathing was still ragged, but you noticed his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmured, his voice softer now, the usual bravado fading into something much more fragile.

“Anything,” you replied, your voice steady as you sat beside him, keeping a close eye on the injuries you couldn’t tend to with a first aid kit.

“Why do you stay?” His eyes met yours then, no longer hiding behind a mask of strength. They were open, vulnerable. His usual walls were down, and he let you in completely. “After everything... after the fighting, after the blood and the pain... why do you keep coming back?”

Your heart tightened, and you placed your hand on his knee. "Because I love you, Geon Woo. And I know you need to do this. You need to fight, to prove something to yourself. But I’ll be here, always. Win or lose, I’m not going anywhere."

He looked down at your hand on his knee, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of emotion—a vulnerability he rarely showed anyone, least of all himself.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m glad you’re here.”

You smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “You don’t have to deserve anything. You just have to be you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. When he opened them again, there was a quiet intensity in his gaze. “I’ll be okay,” he promised, though his voice was still hoarse. “You don’t have to worry.”

But you did. You always would.

You stood, and without a word, went to grab a bottle of water, offering it to him. He took it gratefully, his fingers brushing against yours as he drank, and for a second, the weight of the world seemed to slip away, leaving just the two of you in this moment of fragile peace.

"Let’s get you home," you said softly, moving to help him stand.

Geon Woo hesitated for a moment before standing with your assistance. You supported his weight as he leaned on you, and together, you walked out of the locker room. The world outside was still chaotic, but in this quiet moment, with him by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything.

Back at Home

It was late when you finally got him home. Geon Woo was barely able to stand on his own by the time you reached your apartment. You helped him onto the couch, then went to get a hot compress and some more ice for his swelling, placing it on his face as he lay back, eyes closed, exhaustion heavy in every line of his body.

He looked peaceful for once, his breathing steady as he relaxed, surrounded by the quiet comfort of your home.

You sat beside him, stroking his hair softly, whispering little words of comfort and love as he drifted off to sleep, his body finally allowing itself to rest. The fighting might never truly end, but for tonight, for this moment, he was safe.

And you would always be there to take care of him, through every fight, every victory, every bruise, and every scar.

[sleepyashin]

@isohees

[slushnubwrites]

GUYSSS I’ve started two sep bloodhound fics that are in the drafts rn one for Geon-woo and another for Woo-jin the Geon-woo one is good for now.

BUT! i’m not sure if for the Woo-jin one I should make y/n Geon-woo’s little sister or older sister because she’ll be Woo-jins love interest HELPPPP MEEEE 😣😭

[geonwooz]

♡ OUR PURRFECT SON — KIM GUNWOO

bf!gunwoo x fem!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of animals, use of petnames

“i love gunwoo, but i think i love you more, simba.”

you muttered under your breath, smiling at the tiny kitten you had rescued.

on your way home, you came across the little baby, instantly activating your motherly mode, as you saw him shiver in the cold.

at that moment, you decided to take him home, putting the kitten in a box so you could easily carry him during your commute.

just as you kept mumbling sweet nothings to who you think is the love of your life, the real love of your life made his way towards you, having spotted you on the train just as he got on after his work.

“good evening, jagiya,” gunwoo greeted, startling you with his sudden presence. “how was work today?”

you smiled at your boyfriend. “same old work stuff. how was training?” you asked, interested in what he did.

gunwoo opened his mouth to reply, but his gaze fell upon the box you held, his brows furrowed slightly. “jagi, what’s in the box?” he asked, curious.

“it’s a baby!” you showed him the kitten as he sat next to you, knowing very well that he was an animal lover.

and just like you had suspected, gunwoo was all smiles as he cooed over the kitten, absolutely smitten by the animal he had just met.

“who are you taking him for?” he inquired, patting the kitten oh-so-gently.

you froze in your seat. “oh, uh, that.” you trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“jagiya?” gunwoo raised his brows, looking confused. “y/n?”

“you are the father, gunwoo! you should be more excited to see your son!”

“you are bringing him home? y/n, our apartment doesn’t allow pets!”

you let out a defeated sigh, realizing your boyfriend was right. “but simba isn’t a pet. he’s our baby.” you pouted, hoping you could get gunwoo on your side.

“you named him already?”

“he’s our son, babe. come on!”

“okay.” he sighed. “i guess you’d be able to prove that in an argument if our landlord ever found out, right?”

“kim gunwoo.” you put on your best pleading face, knowing very well that there was no way you’d leave your baby on the cold streets. “please.”

gunwoo took a deep breath, trying to analyze the situation as he glanced between you and his newly adopted son. and well, there was only one thing left to do as he looked into your determined eyes.

“well, i guess what the landlord doesn’t know won’t hurt them, yeah?”

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