#park joggun × reader

[lonely-hearts-assemble]

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Born to be a housewife forced to be a bloodlust yakuza 😞 beware: this a bullshit

Masterlist!

“ you're staring ”

“you're old ”

“....”

“ not complaining though ”

“ ..... ”

“ did knock some sense into you ”

“ ..... ”

“ aaand reduced the medical bill ”

“ ...... ”

“but still, even Goo doesn't look as ol- mmph ”

You're rudely cutoff by a slice of apple being shoved into your mouth, his fingers lingering on your lips feeling you chew- scowling at first which gradually fades as you savour the succulent flavour inside your mouth

“ you and your big mouth are never gonna change, are they? ”

“ You're realizing that now? ”

Well– you do admit it was a stretch since in numbers, he basically wasn't old old, however his looks and behaviour made you think otherwise.

It was evident in the way the corner of his eyes had grown droopy and gaze tender around the edges. The rough epidermis of his face had began to crease.

The hints of grey flashed sliver lines in his hair under the light, plethora of them hiding beneath when your fingers wandered through his locks while he rested on your lap reading some book.

Lounging inside became more preferred over running ’buisness’ of who knows what, coming back drenched in blood with brand new scars to exhibit.

You witnessed the transition from him being all about suits and war to being all about a cute pink apron and a housewife.

This was the best thing.

Waking up to faint aroma that would drag you to the kitchen where your housewife boyfriend stood with his bare scarred back adorned by the the bows of the frilly apron.

' what a hunk' you won't fail to muse even in your grogginess as you hug this goon, feeling the texture and his muscles move under your cheek and palms. Something about this intimacy made you soo-

“ we have bed for a reason. ”

" nghh "

He can only sigh then carefully pry your arms off and put you up on the counter where you rub the sleep off your eyes.

Another major transition was that his kisses were no longer rough or devouring but... soft. Took you a while to get used to this one. Holding you firmly around your midriff with an arm and relishing in the feeling of how your lips fit– or so you assume when he's leaning against your forehead in the aftermath for few minutes, eyes shut.

But hey! Don't worry he would be rough when you wanted to

Another thing you noticed, that you hadn't before cuz of his stupid schedule and perhaps yours too was that- park joggun does every task, no matter how mundane or silly, quite earnestly.

Just the other day, when you in your misery were were whining about your tangled hair and painful knots, calloused fingers close around your palm and slip the hairbrush out of your grip.

You almost snorted as the scene unfolded in the mirror- your war-hungry expressionless boyfriend picking through every knot carefully, untangling you strands with so much care and focus and brushing your hair oh so delicately that one would think, for a moment, he hadn't gone off the deep end. When was the last time someone brushed your hair for you?

“ ahh a little to the left- a little more- yesss”

It's felt so good that you were hurt when it ended.

“ why don't you become my personal hairbrusher? ”

“ for 1 mil won ”

“ seriously? Gonna cling to that money lust till you die huh? ”

“ realizing now? ”

So much for changing. Ugh, you could feel him smirk even without looking.

[lonely-hearts-assemble]

hi may I request a gun x reader fluff?

tysm for the ask!! Aaaah I'm nervous & excited since this is my first request. ><' I hope it meets your expectations since I'm not so much of writer yet. Please be honest with me, I'll appreciate it ^^

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S: Gun park hates you! Cw: grammatical errors? Incl: established relationship, G/n reader, Credit: to the blog that had a headcannon of Gun not being expressive about love. I can't seem to find it now :( I have included that in the 9th para

• Edit: okay, omgosh I didn't expect much I'm... speachless(⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠) It means a lot! I'm sincerely thankful for all the likes and reblogs (ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ)♡

Masterslist!

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He hates you, with all of his being. You're a bane to his already damned existence!

He detests your stupid cute squishable cheeks and kissable lips. Your little pout when you're irritated. Your sparkling orbs and heart flipping smile, which he imagines is, only thrown his way. Ugh!

Please. You gently cradling creatures people don't spare a second glance at? Why does that assure him in some way? Outrageous!

He loathes your little touches that passes current through his dammed body, or your hugs that have him floating on the clouds. Just stop this madness!

He abhors how you got yourself running on his mind, which was previously centred solely on money. And now he has to deal with feelings? Yuc!! Why did it have to be 'You' who had to keep him human.

He absolutely disliked when you kissed his cheeks, 'cuz.... It was so..... alluring. No- wait, what? It's disgusting!!.... Yeah that's it...

He detests the stupid raging butterflies he has to fight. On the outside, it might look like a grimace, but on the inside he has already punched bricks a thousand times. That's what you do to him.

It was a moment of weakness... he swears! When he gave in to his monstrous urges and pulled you in for a kiss. You.... were like the sweetest delicacy he ever tasted. He couldn't be more thankful for his poker face or he'd have dug himself six feet under had you known how feral he went inside after that.

He dwelled on that moment the whole night, tossing and turning and occasionally punching the poor pillows. He loathes how he can't seem to ask for a little hug or a kiss, having to expect you to catch on his subtle hints of tugging your sleeves or your pinky, little grunts, pursed lips or the lamest of excuses.

And oh? He hates how hot you look when mad. Please... once when you hit a dude who was vexing you with a hard book, he felt so proud for some reasons. And once when you shouted at Goo to "Sit the hell Down!!" 'cuz he was planning something stupid, Gun himself knelt, on both of his knees, with a thud. Good thing he had the excuse of picking up something that 'fell' under the couch when you and Goo sent him questioning looks. Haa.... that was one hell of close call. Though he suspects that Goo actually believed his act.

Even now, as you cling to him like a koala, head pretty much buried into his chest, eyes glued to the horror movie, he's glad you can't see his eyes frozen on your figure drinking in each and every frown, smile and crease that adorns your face

He could go on and on 'bout how much he hates you. How you're a pain in the neck. Probably will, for the rest of his life.

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