#gunwook zb1

[elikajinnie]

P: Gryffindor!Gunwook X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Bonding, Cute Ending, Maki Cameo, Teasing, Minor Jealousy, Suggestive Content, i know for sure hes a good kisser..

Synopsis: Working at a cozy little tea shop in Hogsmeade after classes has always been your quiet escape. You spend your evenings serving customers, sorting tea leaves, and enjoying the atmosphere—until one particularly reckless Gryffindor comes crashing (literally) into your life while chasing a mischievous pixie—and after breaking a few cups along the way—he seems to have taken a sudden interest in you.

a/n: This started as a idea some friends were tossing around on disc… and since I’m such a generous person, I decided to bring it to life for them. This is just an experiment, but if it does well, maybe I’ll write more on ZB1. (Not proofread)

Hogsmeade was always a treat to visit—not just because of the shops but because it was a world of its own, separate from the familiar halls of Hogwarts. That was why you made it a point to visit whenever you could.

There was one shop in particular that always called to you, a small teashop tucked away in a quiet corner. The scent of peppermint and daisies greeted you before you even stepped inside, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. It became a ritual—settling into your usual spot by the window, a steaming cup of tea in hand as you flipped through a book or caught up on studying.

Your visits became so frequent that one day, the owner made you an offer: if you ever had free time, you could help around the shop. The idea of spending even more time in the teashop was too tempting to resist. Of course, you accepted, and soon, you found joy in a place that now felt a little like home.

You didn’t think anything could disrupt the careful balance of your life.

You should’ve known better than to jinx it. Because it wasn’t just anything that shattered your routine—it was someone.

The evening had been calm, the shop now empty except for the lingering scent of steeped tea and sugar-dusted pastries. You had fallen into the familiar rhythm of closing duties, cradling a small stack of teacups in your hands as you moved toward the counter. The soft clink of porcelain against porcelain was soothing.

Then, the door swung open with such force that the tiny bell above it nearly rattled off its hinge. The sharp blast of cold night air rushed in, carrying a voice—loud and frantic.

Startled, you barely had time to turn your head before someone slammed into you. The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, and for a split second, all you registered was warmth—strong arms wrapping around you in an attempt to steady you both. But gravity wasn’t on your side.

With a startled gasp, you tumbled forward. The world tilted, your vision a blur of motion, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor—more specifically, on top of someone else. The delicate porcelain cups you’d been holding slipped from your grasp, shattering against the wooden floor in a cacophony of breaking ceramic. The scent of peppermint tea burst into the air, mixing with the sharp tang of ceramic dust.

Heart hammering, you took a second to catch your breath, trying to make sense of what just happened. Then, slowly, you glanced down at the unfortunate soul beneath you.

Broad shoulders, disheveled dark hair, a familiar red-and-gold tie loose around his neck. Sharp, wide eyes staring up at you in what looked like surprise and amusement.

Park Gunwook.

Popular Gryffindor, Quidditch player, and the last person you expected to be lying beneath you in the middle of a teashop disaster.

You blinked. He smirked.

“Well,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “Didn’t think I’d be falling for someone today.”

Your brain short-circuited for a second.

Gunwook’s smirk lingered as he lay beneath you, completely unfazed by the fact that he had just crashed into you. Meanwhile, you were still struggling to process what just happened, heat creeping up your neck as the weight of the situation—literally—settled in.

The broken teacups. The mess. The fact that you were still on top of him.

You scrambled to push yourself up, palms pressing against his chest as you tried to regain your balance. "I—what—why—" The words tumbled out in a jumbled mess, your thoughts struggling to catch up with your mouth.

Gunwook let out a low chuckle. "You alright there?" His hands, which had instinctively caught you during the fall, lingered briefly on your waist before he let go, allowing you to awkwardly sit back.

You huffed, brushing stray strands of hair from your face before glaring at him. "You just—barged in here like a madman and tackled me!"

He grinned unapologetically. "Technically, you were in the way."

Your glare deepened, but before you could argue, a groan from the entrance made you both turn. A second-year Gryffindor stood frozen in the doorway, looking horrified. "Gunwook-hyung, I swear, I tried to stop it—"

A chorus of voices suddenly erupted from outside, and before you knew it, a small group of Gryffindors burst into the shop, all looking winded as if they had just sprinted across Hogsmeade.

"There he is!" One of them pointed at Gunwook, who was still lounging comfortably on the floor.

Before you could even begin to process the absolute mess unfolding in your peaceful little teashop, another one of the Gryffindors suddenly pointed upwards, their voice rising in alarm.

"Oi—there it is!"

Your gaze snapped up, along with everyone else's, and that was when you saw it.

A tiny, mischievous-looking pixie flitted through the air just below the ceiling, its translucent wings buzzing rapidly as it hovered above you. Its bright blue skin shimmered under the warm teashop lighting, and its sharp little eyes glinted with amusement. Most telling of all, however, was the high-pitched giggle that escaped its mouth, a sound so gleeful and impish that you knew, immediately, this thing was trouble.

For a moment, the entire shop fell into stunned silence.

Then, all hell broke loose.

"Catch it!" one of the Gryffindors shouted, already scrambling onto a chair in a desperate attempt to reach the creature.

"Don't let it escape!"

Gunwook groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "Oh, come on! I literally was just about to catch that thing!"

The pixie, unbothered by the chaos it had caused, let out another giggle before darting away just as one of the Gryffindors lunged for it. The poor student miscalculated entirely and ended up face-planting onto one of the tables, sending a teapot flying.

You barely managed to dodge as it clattered to the floor. "Can someone explain why there is a pixie loose in my shop?" you snapped, but your voice was drowned out by the sheer noise of the impromptu chase now taking place around you.

The pixie, clearly enjoying the game, zipped between shelves, knocked over a vase of fresh daisies, and even had the audacity to tug playfully at your hair as it flew past you.

"Seriously?!" You swatted at it, but it dodged easily, giggling all the while.

Gunwook finally pulled himself to his feet, his eyes locked onto the creature with the determination of someone who had made this their life's mission. "Alright, enough of this," he declared, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to duel the thing. "Get ready to grab it when it comes your way!"

"You act like it’ll just let itself be caught," you muttered, ducking as another Gryffindor leaped for the pixie and missed spectacularly.

Gunwook only grinned. "Oh, it will."

And with that, he launched himself at the pixie.

The next few minutes were an absolute disaster.

Gunwook and his friends made increasingly ridiculous attempts to corner the pixie—diving across tables, stacking chairs on top of one another, and even using a Gryffindor scarf as a makeshift net. The pixie, meanwhile, danced through the air with ease, taunting them at every turn.

At one point, Gunwook nearly had it—his fingers brushed against its tiny frame—but just as he closed his grip, the pixie yanked on his tie and yanked him down with it.

The two of them crashed onto the floor right in front of you. Gunwook groaned, sprawled out on his back, while the pixie perched triumphantly on his chest, grinning from ear to ear.

You stared. "That is the cockiest little creature I have ever seen."

Gunwook, still breathless, just reached out weakly and muttered, "Help."

For a moment, you could only stare at the absurdity in front of you—Park Gunwook, one of the most well-known Gryffindors in Hogwarts, utterly defeated, lying flat on his back while a smug little pixie perched victoriously on his chest like it had just won a duel.

The rest of the Gryffindors stood frozen around the shop, panting from their failed attempts to catch the creature.

The pixie wiggled its tiny fingers in a mocking little wave. "Hee-hee!" it giggled before darting up into the air again, leaving Gunwook groaning on the floor.

"Okay," he huffed, slowly sitting up, his tie still slightly askew from where the pixie had yanked on it. "That thing hates me."

One of his friends wheezed out a laugh. "No, I think it just knows you’re the easiest to mess with."

Gunwook shot them a glare but didn't deny it.

You, however, had reached your limit.

First, you’d been tackled to the floor. Then, your teacups had shattered. And now? Now, your cozy little teashop had turned into a battleground for a pixie chase.

Absolutely not.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhaled sharply before rolling up your sleeves. "Right. Enough of this. Move aside, amateurs."

The Gryffindors blinked at you in surprise as you strode forward.

Gunwook sat up straighter, brows raising. "Wait—you think you can catch it?"

You shot him a pointed look. "Unlike you, I don’t charge at things headfirst like a brainless troll."

A few of the Gryffindors snickered, and Gunwook gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "That was unnecessary."

Ignoring him, you turned your attention to the pixie, who was now perched on the teashop's chandelier, swinging its tiny legs back and forth as if enjoying the view.

You slowly reached into the pocket of your apron and pulled out a sugar cube.

The pixie’s giggling slowed as it noticed the treat. Its tiny eyes locked onto the cube with interest.

"That's right," you murmured, holding it up between your fingers. "You like sweets, don’t you?"

The pixie tilted its head, intrigued.

Gunwook, now watching with rapt attention, whispered, "Are you—are you bribing it?"

You shot him a quick glare. "Shut up."

Gunwook immediately mimed zipping his lips.

Carefully, you extended the sugar cube further, moving just slow enough to keep the pixie’s interest without startling it. "Come on," you coaxed, keeping your voice soft. "No more running around. Just take this, and we’ll call a truce."

The pixie hesitated for a moment. Then, slowly—very slowly—it began fluttering down from the chandelier, inching closer and closer to your outstretched hand.

Gunwook and the rest of the Gryffindors held their breath.

The pixie landed lightly on your fingers, sniffing at the sugar cube curiously.

Then—quick as lightning—you flipped your other hand over and cupped it around the creature, trapping it in your palms.

The Gryffindors exploded into cheers.

"NO WAY!"

"HOW DID YOU—"

"THAT WAS BRILLIANT!"

Gunwook gaped at you, utterly awed. "You actually caught it."

You gave him a pointed look. "Told you I was better at this than you."

Still holding the pixie carefully in your grasp, you turned to face the mess of your teashop. Broken teacups, overturned chairs, spilled sugar, and petals from the knocked-over vase littered the floor.

You sighed. "Now, before we celebrate—" Your gaze flickered back to the group of sheepish Gryffindors. "You’re all cleaning this up."

Gunwook groaned dramatically but got to his feet. "Fine. But only because you’re terrifying when you’re in charge."

"Idiot," you muttered, rolling your eyes as you walked toward the back room to secure the pixie.

Behind you, the Gryffindors scrambled to fix the disaster they had caused—while Gunwook, grinned as he whispered to his friends, "I think I just fell in love."

You could still hear the Gryffindors bickering as you stepped into the back room, carefully cradling the now very grumpy pixie in your hands. It wriggled and huffed, clearly displeased that its fun had been cut short.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," you muttered as you reached for an empty jar on one of the shelves. With practiced ease, you gently guided the pixie inside before sealing the lid with a flick of your wand. A few ventilation holes appeared at the top, ensuring the little menace could breathe—not that you cared much after all the chaos it had caused.

The pixie pouted at you, crossing its tiny arms as it flopped onto the bottom of the jar.

"Don't give me that look," you deadpanned. "You started this."

The pixie stuck out its tongue before turning away in protest.

You sighed and shook your head before heading back into the main shop.

To your surprise, the Gryffindors were actually cleaning up. Kind of.

Gunwook had dragged a broom across the floor—but in the most half-hearted, lazy way possible, barely moving the broken shards of teacups around. One of his friends was stacking chairs upright again, while another was using their wand to vanish the spilled sugar.

It was progress. Messy progress, but progress nonetheless.

Gunwook noticed you watching and straightened up, flashing you his usual carefree grin. "See? We got this under control."

You arched a brow, gaze flicking to the still-visible mess. "Really? Because it still looks like a disaster zone."

One of the Gryffindors groaned. "Give us a break, we’re trying!"

You exhaled, rubbing your temples before setting the pixie jar onto the counter. "Fine. Just... try to finish up before the owner gets back."

Gunwook perked up. "Wait, you’re not the owner?"

You shot him an unimpressed look. "Do I look old enough to own a business?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, maybe you’re just super mature."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could reply, the door to the shop suddenly opened again.

Everyone immediately froze.

Your stomach dropped.

Your boss was not supposed to be back this early.

But instead of your boss, an older wizard, dressed in the official robes of the Hogwarts faculty stepped in. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the mess and the startled Gryffindors.

Gunwook, still gripping the broom like he’d been caught red-handed, let out an awkward cough. "Uh. Hello, Professor."

Your heart sank. This was bad.

Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, slowly folded his arms.

"Would someone like to explain," he began "why I am missing a certain pixie, and after searching everwhere for it, I find it here?"

All eyes immediately turned to Gunwook.

Gunwook blinked. Then, ever so slowly, he pointed at one of his friends. "It was his fault."

"WHAT?!"

Chaos erupted again.

And you—utterly exhausted, utterly done with everything—just buried your face in your hands and groaned.

Even if the entire evening had been a disaster, at least one thing had gone right—you’d managed to hand the pixie back to the Professor after discovering the truth. Apparently, one of the Gryffindors had nicked it from class to pull a prank, only for it to backfire spectacularly when the pixie escaped and caused absolute mayhem.

You had expected the professor to hand out a brutal punishment, but after a long sigh and a muttered, "Gryffindors," he simply took the creature and left, no doubt exhausted from dealing with worse over the years.

With that crisis averted, you and the others scrambled to finish cleaning the shop, fixing the broken cups with hurried Reparo charms and wiping down the tables. By some miracle, they’d all managed to sprint out the door just before your boss returned.

So, in the end, you thought that was that.

You thought you were done with them.

You truly believed you’d be able to return to Hogwarts in peace, wrapped in your own thoughts as you pulled your jacket tighter around you to block out the chill of the evening air.

That belief was shattered the moment a familiar presence suddenly appeared beside you.

"Oi," came Gunwook’s voice, casual as ever.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. "Merlin’s beard,—" You turned your head, only to find him grinning at you, completely unfazed.

He held up a small paper bag, shaking it slightly. "Candy?"

You eyed the bag warily. "Why are you here?"

Gunwook blinked. "I’m walking back to Hogwarts?"

"You could’ve gone with your friends."

"Yeah, but they’re slow." He shrugged, popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth before offering the bag again. "So? Want some?"

You hesitated before sighing, reaching into the bag. "If this is your way of apologizing for ruining my shift, it’s very cheap."

Gunwook gasped in mock offense. "Cheap? I’ll have you know, I used my own money for this."

You gave him a look. "That’s usually how buying things works, Gunwook."

He just laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked beside you. For a few moments, the two of you fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence, the only sounds being the crunch of gravel underfoot and the occasional rustling of leaves in the chilly autumn breeze.

"You know," Gunwook suddenly said, glancing at you, "I think you might secretly like me."

You nearly choked on the candy. "What?"

He grinned, stuffing another chocolate into his mouth. "Just saying! You did let me walk you back."

"You ambushed me."

"Details, details," he said, waving a hand dismissively.

You shot him a glare, but he only grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. With an exasperated sigh, you pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to ignore the fact that he was still walking beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Gunwook, however, didn’t seem to pick up on—or chose to ignore—your attempts to brush him off. Instead, he casually tilted his head toward you. "So, you work at that little teashop a lot, huh?"

You raised a brow, side-eyeing him. "Yes? Why?"

He hummed, chewing on another piece of candy before responding. "Dunno. Just… didn’t expect you to be the type."

"The type to what? Have a job?"

He snorted. "No, the type to work in a quiet, cozy place like that. You seem more like the ‘rolling your eyes at customers’ type."

You scoffed, though you couldn't deny he had a point. "Well, when you’re dealing with people like you, it’s hard not to roll my eyes."

Gunwook clutched his chest dramatically, nearly dropping the candy bag. "Ouch. You wound me."

"Not hard to do," you muttered under your breath, but he still caught it, laughing in amusement.

For a while, the two of you walked in silence again, the warm glow of the castle slowly coming into view up ahead.

Then, just as you thought Gunwook had finally run out of things to say, he surprised you.

"I think it’s cool, though," he said, voice softer this time. "That you work there."

Before you could figure out how to respond to that, he suddenly nudged the bag of candy toward you again. "Here. You should take some more."

You furrowed your brows. "Why?"

"Because I feel bad about, you know, completely destroying your shift." He flashed you a sheepish grin. "Consider it a peace offering."

You eyed him suspiciously, but after a moment, you sighed and reached into the bag, grabbing a small piece of fudge. "Fine. But this doesn’t mean I forgive you."

"Of course, of course," he said, nodding seriously—though the grin never left his face. "But if you ever do forgive me, I wouldn’t mind getting a free cup of tea next time I stop by."

You rolled your eyes. "You actually think I’d let you into the shop again?"

Gunwook smirked. "You haven’t kicked me yet, have you?"

You groaned, stuffing the fudge into your mouth to stop yourself from saying something you might regret.

Unfortunately, the warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the candy.

And everything to do with the boy walking beside you.

You didn’t see Gunwook for a few days after that night. And you weren’t going to admit it, but a part of you couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. It wasn’t like you wanted him to show up again, but after the strange ease of your last conversation, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d left something unfinished between you two. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that you had better things to focus on—like getting through the rest of the week without anything else catastrophic happening.

It wasn’t until you were walking through the crowded Hogwarts hallways, trying to make your way to class, that you found yourself suddenly thrown out of your thoughts.

One minute, you were minding your own business, and the next, something zipped past you with a whoosh—and before you could even react, a body crashed into yours.

You gasped, your eyes instinctively squeezing shut as you braced for impact with the stone floor. But instead of hitting the ground, your body twisted in midair, and you found yourself somehow landing on top of someone, the air knocked from your lungs as they hit the floor with a soft thud.

You blinked rapidly, eyes wide open now, and there he was—Gunwook, his face barely an inch from yours.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved. Neither of you said anything.

His chest rose and fell beneath you, warm and steady. His eyes—wide with surprise at the sudden collision—locked onto yours, the usual mischievous glint missing for once.

You were too close to him, and it made your heart race faster than you liked to admit. And then, for just a fraction of a second, you swore you saw his gaze flicker down to your lips.

Your breath caught in your throat, a thousand thoughts flooding your mind. Was he—was he really looking at my lips?

The heat between you seemed to grow in that brief moment of silence, as though the world outside the two of you had disappeared entirely. But then, like a flip of a switch, Gunwook blinked, snapping his gaze back to your eyes, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Well," he said, still grinning, his voice low and teasing, "this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for our next meeting, but I’ll take it."

You pushed yourself up from him a little too quickly, your heart still hammering in your chest as your face flushed. "Are you insane?!"

Gunwook let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his head where it had collided with the ground. "Guess I’m not the only one who can’t keep their balance around here."

You took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure as students began to gather around, staring curiously at the two of you on the floor. You shot a quick, annoyed glance at him. "Maybe you should keep your Quaffle under control next time."

Gunwook’s grin widened, and he winked. "Maybe I don’t want to— not if it gets me this close to you again."

You froze. Your eyes locked with his for a moment longer than you cared to admit, and the feeling of his hands against your sides as he helped you up sent a strange shiver down your spine.

"Next time," you muttered, still not quite able to look him in the eye, "keep your distance."

He raised an eyebrow, stepping back and brushing off his robes. "If you insist, I guess. Though, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stay away if you keep tempting me."

You froze, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Tempting him? You were sure you hadn't done anything to warrant that kind of remark. But as Gunwook’s grin stretched wider, clearly savoring the effect his words had on you, you couldn’t deny that your heart was still racing.

"Gunwook," you started, your voice much shakier than you intended, "you’re unbelievable."

He simply tilted his head, eyes still gleaming with that playful glint. "Is that a challenge?"

You quickly shook your head, desperate to regain control of the situation. "No! No challenges. I’m just saying—keep your comments to yourself, alright?"

Gunwook took a step closer again, and you couldn’t help but tense up at the proximity, your brain racing. Was he really that bold?

"Alright, alright." He raised his hands in mock surrender, though that smirk never left his face. "I’ll keep the comments to myself—for now."

You barely managed to suppress a groan. "Good. Now go... do whatever it is you do."

With a soft chuckle, Gunwook straightened up and took a step back. "Guess I’ll see you around, then."

You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say anything else.

Gunwook turned, seemingly satisfied with the interaction, and started to walk away, his footsteps gradually growing fainter as he made his way through the bustling hall. You stood there for a moment, trying to steady your breath, feeling the adrenaline slowly fade, replaced by a mix of confusion and something else you couldn't quite place.

You had no idea what that was. What he was doing, or why it made your heart flutter in a way you were absolutely not prepared for.

Shaking your head, you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, trying to push the interaction out of your mind as you continued your walk to class.

The rest of the day passed in a blur—disjointed conversations, lectures that didn’t seem to hold your attention, and the occasional glance from friends who probably noticed your distracted state. You couldn’t focus on anything without your mind drifting back to Gunwook.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself back in the common room later that evening, your thoughts still tangled. You were reading, though you hadn’t registered a single word, your mind preoccupied with the earlier interaction.

You closed the book with a frustrated sigh and set it down on the table. Maybe it was time to give your brain a break—or maybe you were just avoiding dealing with the fact that Gunwook had somehow gotten under your skin.

A soft shuffle of footsteps broke your train of thought, and you glanced up to see one of your friends, Yuna, entering the common room. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and she immediately made her way over to your table, her curious gaze scanning you.

"You okay?" she asked, sitting down across from you. "You’ve been a bit... out of it today."

You nodded, trying to dismiss the thoughts of Gunwook that had been distracting you all day. "Yeah, just... distracted." You couldn’t exactly tell her why, could you? The last thing you needed was for Yuna to start pestering you about him.

"Distractions can be a good thing, though," she teased, clearly reading the shift in your mood. "You’ve got that... look."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment. "What look?"

Yuna leaned forward, grinning widely. "The 'I met someone who’s got my attention' look."

You froze for a second. Did she know?

"No," you quickly said, shaking your head, hoping the heat rising in your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. "It’s just school stuff. I’m fine."

Yuna raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t push further. Instead, she let out a soft sigh. "Alright, if you say so. But just so you know, I’m not buying it."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You never do, do you?"

Yuna just shrugged. "I know you too well. But whatever, I'll let you figure it out yourself."

That was all you really wanted to do—figure it out by yourself. But as much as you tried to tell yourself that, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the answer was slipping further away every time Gunwook flashed that smug grin of his or said something that made your heart beat a little too fast.

You’d been trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t a big deal. It was just Gunwook—annoying, persistent, and always just a little too close for comfort. You could handle it. It wasn’t like he was that special, right?

But you knew better. The more you tried to convince yourself, the more confusing it became. And honestly? You'd rather scrub cauldrons with Professor Snape glaring over your shoulder than trying to figure out Gunwook. At least with Snape, you knew exactly what to expect—sneers, insults, and the possibility of something blowing up in your face. Gunwook, though? He was a puzzle you couldn't even begin to unravel.

The next few days passed in a blur, with Gunwook and his constant presence never far from your thoughts. Every time you saw him in the hallways, your stomach did that ridiculous flip, and it wasn’t even like he was doing anything special. He was just... there. Watching you with that look in his eyes that could have meant anything—or nothing at all.

You tried to avoid him. Or, at least, you told yourself you would. But the problem was, every time you tried, you’d end up bumping into him at the most inconvenient moments. The hallway outside the library, the staircase on your way to class, and once even by the Gryffindor common room, where he’d casually lean against the wall like he was waiting for you.

"Not again," you muttered under your breath, but sure enough, there he was. Gunwook stood at the top of the stairs, a bag of sweets in one hand and that damn grin plastered across his face.

"Why so serious?" he asked, tilting his head. "Didn’t expect to run into you here."

"Why are you always where I am?" you shot back, crossing your arms, trying to mask the irritation that only came from how damn good he was at showing up uninvited.

He shrugged, taking a leisurely step closer. "Maybe I like the view."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, but something about his tone caught you off guard. Was he teasing you? Or was there something else there? You really didn’t want to think about it too hard.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, stepping around him, but of course, he moved just enough to block your path, as if he knew exactly how to make you stop.

"Am I?" he asked, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your ear. "You don’t seem to mind too much."

You froze, heart pounding in your chest. There was no denying it—he was doing it on purpose. And you hated yourself for the way your pulse skipped a beat.

"You don’t know what you’re doing," you whispered, trying to stay composed.

Gunwook simply looked at you, the playful spark in his eyes replaced by something a little deeper, a little more... intentional. "I think I do."

You hated how that sent a shiver down your spine. You hated how easy it was for him to unnerve you. But more than anything, you hated that despite everything you couldn’t seem to walk away.

And that, you realized, was the most frustrating part. The fact that no matter how hard you tried to figure it out, you couldn’t seem to resist the pull he had on you.

Now, one thing with Gunwook that had become a regular occurrence was his tendency to tease you in that infuriatingly flirty way of his. He’d pop up when you least expected it, say something that made your cheeks flush, and all you could do was roll your eyes or shut him down. The last thing you needed was to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he could affect you with just a look or a sly comment.

Gunwook, however, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it more the more you tried to push him away. It was like a game to him, one that he was determined to win—even if he didn’t know the rules. And you? Well, you hated that he kept winning, even though you never gave him the satisfaction of admitting it.

That was just the dynamic between you two, and honestly, it wasn’t anything you hadn’t handled before. You had your own way of pushing back, of keeping things at arm's length. What you didn’t have to deal with was this strange, flustering feeling whenever he got close. It was like your brain short-circuited, and the only thing you could do was put on the mask of indifference and push him away.

But, there was one person you didn’t need to keep a distance from—Maki.

Maki was a Gryffindor friend who shared a similar teasing dynamic with you. The difference was, with him, you didn’t hold back. You gave it right back to him, returning every sarcastic jab or playful comment with something just as sharp or just as ridiculous. It was fun, and it was safe. You knew where you stood with Maki, and there was never any awkwardness, no heart-racing moments that made you second-guess yourself.

But what you didn’t realize was that Gunwook had been a witness to a particular exchange.

It happened one afternoon when you, Maki, and a couple of other friends had gathered in the grand hall, chatting and laughing. Gunwook had walked in, clearly looking for some distraction, but when he saw the way you and Maki were bantering back and forth—mocking each other, laughing too loudly, trying to one-up the other—it caught his attention.

You noticed that Gunwook’s gaze had drifted over to you two, a little too intense, a little too curious. And you couldn’t quite tell if it was the way you and Maki made each other laugh that was so intriguing or if it was just the way the two of you acted together that seemed to capture his attention.

"Come on, just admit it," Maki said with a smirk, flicking his wand to levitate a book towards you. "I’m better at Transfiguration than you. I’m pretty sure you just got lucky with that last answer."

You directed your attention back to Maki and grinned, eyes narrowing. "Lucky? Please, I’m always better than you."

Maki chuckled, clearly pleased by the exchange. "You’re delusional if you think—"

But before he could finish his sentence, you flicked your wand to send his book spiraling out of his reach, laughing as he scrambled to catch it. "Oh, is that so?" you teased. "You can barely keep up, Maki. Are you sure you're not losing your touch?"

Gunwook couldn’t hold back the slight chuckle that escaped him. His eyes flicked between the two of you with a mix of amusement and... something else.

He watched the playful exchange unfold before him, and when Maki shot you a playful grin, he raised an eyebrow.

"Guess you two are quite the pair," Gunwook remarked casually, as if commenting on something he’d been observing for some time.

You froze, your laughter dying down just slightly, but you didn’t let it show. "What’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, trying to sound unaffected.

Maki, ever the tease, leaned in toward Gunwook with a sly smile. "Oh, you know how it is. We have great chemistry."

Gunwook’s eyes flicked from Maki to you, and for a moment, the playful light in them shifted into something more thoughtful. "Huh," he said, his voice quieter now. "So that’s how it is."

Your chest tightened, and you could feel the shift in the air. You hadn’t realized just how much Gunwook had been watching, paying attention to how you interacted with Maki. And for some reason, that made you uncomfortable. Not because of Maki—Maki was your friend—but because Gunwook had not seen that side of you, the side where you weren’t trying to guard your feelings, where you weren’t second-guessing everything you said.

He didn’t say anything else after that, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed, just a little. Gunwook had noticed something about you, and that made you question whether you’d been too careless around him. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, what he thought about your dynamic with Maki.

As you exchanged a final glance with Maki, you quickly turned to leave the gradn hall, your heart pounding in your chest. Gunwook was still standing there, watching you as you walked away, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just opened the door to something that was about to get a lot more complicated.

It did get more complicated, just as you’d feared. After that day, it seemed like Gunwook had made it his personal mission to push your buttons more than ever. His teasing remarks were sharper, more frequent, and without fail, they made you flustered every single time. He had this uncanny ability to zero in on your weak spots, effortlessly making you blush or stumble over your words when you least expected it.

You’d be walking through the hallways, trying to avoid making eye contact with him, but then he'd lean in from out of nowhere, his voice low and smooth. "I was just thinking about how good you looked in that sweater the other day."

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks before you even processed what he’d said. You quickly shoved your hands in your pockets, avoiding his gaze. "You’re ridiculous," you muttered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was no use. Your heart was hammering, your thoughts were racing, and all you could do was focus on walking away as quickly as possible without looking like you were about to combust.

And then there were the times when he’d purposefully appear right behind you, just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. His voice would come from just over your shoulder, and the way he’d drop a casual compliment always made your pulse spike.

"Careful there, you might just break hearts if you keep looking like that," he’d say with that teasing smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

It was infuriating how easily he made you lose focus. You hated it. And yet, you didn’t do a thing to stop it.

The worst part was how effortless it all seemed for him. Gunwook wasn’t just teasing in that playful way anymore—there was something more layered to it. It was like he knew exactly how much it would make you squirm, how much he could push you before you’d retreat into yourself. But it was never enough for him. He’d always find a new angle, a new way to leave you flustered.

You found yourself seeking ways to avoid him, hoping that maybe if you stayed out of his path long enough, the teasing would die down. But then you’d find him sitting at the edge of the courtyard when you least expected it, catching you off guard with that damn grin.

"Did you miss me?" he’d ask, voice light but knowing. And you would just stand there, blinking in disbelief, too embarrassed to answer. You had no idea how he did it—how he could keep showing up when you thought you had enough distance.

One afternoon, you were walking to the library, trying to get through a mountain of homework, when you turned a corner and found yourself nearly face-to-face with Gunwook, who had somehow appeared out of thin air. Before you could even blink, his hand shot out, brushing your arm in that way that made your heart skip a beat.

"Whoa there," he said with that ever-so-charming smile. "You didn’t see me coming, huh?"

You stepped back instinctively, your heart racing in your chest. "Seriously, Gunwook? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

He shrugged casually, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Nah, just trying to keep you on your toes."

It felt like your entire body was on alert, the way he stood so close, his gaze lingering a little too long on your face, like he was waiting for you to say something—anything.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t say anything that would give him more ammunition. You had to keep it together, even though every part of you was screaming to back away before you did something you’d regret.

"I’m just trying to get to the library," you said, forcing a smile, sidestepping him as you attempted to regain some sense of normalcy. "You know, not fall over from shock."

He matched your pace, stepping along beside you. "And what’s in the library for you? Looking for a little escape from all this fun?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, hoping it would throw him off, but Gunwook didn’t seem to mind. He was in it for the long haul, and you were caught right in the middle of it.

"I swear, Gunwook, you’re the most infuriating person," you muttered, but there was no real heat behind it. You couldn’t even muster up the frustration to match your words. It was like you were too tired to argue anymore, too flustered by him to even try.

"Well," he said, drawing out the word, "I guess I’m your favorite type of infuriating person then."

You were about to shoot back a quick retort, but before you could, you heard Maki’s voice in the distance, calling out to you.

"Hey! Don’t let him get to you, alright? You know he’s just messing with you!"

You sighed in relief, finally having a reason to escape the conversation. "Thanks, Maki!" you called back, shooting Gunwook one last glance. "I’m going to the library to actually get some work done, not to get distracted by you."

Gunwook raised his hands in mock surrender. "I’ll let you have your peace," he said, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t going to make it easy.

Gunwook didn’t make it easy. Not one bit. In fact, it seemed like he had decided to make it his personal mission to join you wherever you went. You hadn’t even been in the library long, your focus on the books in front of you as you tried to dig through them and find the references you needed. The quiet hum of the library normally gave you peace, but that tranquility was fleeting, because just as you flipped through a thick tome, you felt the unmistakable presence of someone standing far too close behind you.

A shiver ran down your spine before the familiar voice of Gunwook slid into your ear, smooth and dangerously close. “You know, it’s a lot more fun to study when there’s company,” he murmured, the words so soft that they made your breath catch.

You froze, the book slipping slightly in your hands as you tried—unsuccessfully—to ignore the closeness of his body. Your heart rate sped up in a way that had nothing to do with your academic endeavors. “Gunwook,” you said, trying to sound annoyed, though you could hear the waver in your voice that betrayed you. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d join you,” he replied casually, his tone almost too smug for your liking. “You’ve been spending so much time avoiding me, figured I’d make things a little more... interesting.”

You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, but every time you turned a page, the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with the warmth of his proximity, sent a jolt through your system. He was right there, so close that if you moved an inch, you’d be brushing against him.

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you muttered, hoping you sounded convincing. “I was trying to get some work done.”

Gunwook chuckled, a sound that was somehow both teasing and entirely too intimate for the library. “And now you can’t concentrate, can you?” His voice was low and playful, making your skin prickle.

You quickly moved to shift your position, but Gunwook anticipated the move. Before you could even react, he was leaning over your shoulder, his arms brushing against yours as he glanced down at your open book. “What’s this, huh? Studying for Potions? I could help you with that.”

“Help?” you scoffed, trying your best to sound uninterested. “You? You probably can’t even remember what the ingredients for a simple healing potion are.”

“Oh, I know them,” he said smoothly, his voice light. “I just don’t care enough to memorize them like someone here does.”

You rolled your eyes, already aware of where this conversation was going. His teasing never stopped, and you never quite seemed able to push him away. He always found a way to slip through the cracks in your defenses.

“Seriously,” you said, hoping to steer the conversation back to your work, “I really do need to focus.”

But Gunwook wasn’t having any of it. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath now warm against your neck. “You don’t need to focus. You need a break,” he whispered, his voice laced with that same playful, distracting tone. “And I think I’m just the person to help you with that.”

Before you could even respond, he pressed himself just a little further behind you, making it almost impossible for you to continue reading without feeling like he was taking up every inch of your attention. You could feel the heat of his chest against your back, the slight weight of his body as he hovered, and suddenly, the library didn’t feel so peaceful anymore.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, frustrated, but not nearly enough to push him away.

“No,” he replied with a grin you couldn’t see but could definitely hear in his voice. “I’m exactly what you need.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control.

But Gunwook seemed to have a way of making even the most mundane situations feel like something you couldn’t walk away from.

You barely had time to process his words before a sudden movement broke your focus. As someone walked by, Gunwook’s hand shot out without warning, gripping your waist tightly and pulling you just a little closer, pressing your back into him. The sudden closeness made your breath catch in your throat, your body jolting in response as the weight of his hand on your waist intensified.

The force of it caused you to lose your grip on the book in your hands, and it slipped from your fingers, falling to the floor with a dull thud. A gasp escaped your lips as you braced yourself against the nearby shelves to steady yourself, your heart hammering in your chest from the shock of it all.

“Gunwook!” you whispered sharply, your breath shaky as you quickly righted yourself, still feeling the ghost of his touch against your side.

He didn’t let go immediately. Instead, his grip lingered for just a moment longer, his body still pressed up behind you as if the situation was completely normal. “What?” he said innocently, though there was an undeniable smirk in his voice. “I was just trying to make sure you didn’t fall.”

Your pulse was racing, but you couldn’t tell whether it was from the embarrassment of the situation or something else entirely. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the way his presence seemed to consume the space between you, making it hard to think clearly.

You finally managed to pull away, though it was more out of necessity than desire. “You can’t just—” you started, but your words trailed off when you turned to face him, catching the amused look in his eyes.

You stood there for a moment, unable to find the words to finish your sentence, your mind still swirling from the closeness of the moment. His eyes—those mischievous, bright eyes—seemed to be studying you, like he knew exactly what effect he was having on you, and it made your chest tighten.

"You were saying?" Gunwook asked, his voice teasing but with a hint of curiosity, as if he was genuinely interested in your response. His smirk never left, though now it felt almost like a challenge.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. It was like your brain had short-circuited, and all you could focus on was the warmth of his body that had been so close to yours just moments before. You should have been mad, or at least frustrated, but instead, you were acutely aware of how his presence seemed to wrap around you, making it difficult to push him away.

“I…” You stopped, finally shaking your head as you closed your eyes for a moment to regain your composure. “You can’t just keep doing this,” you said, though the words felt weak even as they left your lips. You wanted to sound firm, to set some boundary, but it was hard when you weren’t sure what you wanted from him.

Gunwook leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice to something that sent a shiver down your spine. “Doing what? Just having a little fun with you?” His tone was soft but laced with something deeper, something you couldn't quite identify, and it made your heart beat faster.

You took a step back, needing space, needing air. “You’re not funny, Gunwook,” you muttered, trying to regain control.

But he just smiled, that same unreadable, confident smile that made you feel like he knew more than he was letting on. “I think you like it, though,” he said, his words barely above a whisper. His gaze flickered down to your lips for a brief, stolen moment, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

Your pulse quickened, and for a moment, you felt paralyzed, caught in that brief glance and the weight of his words. Gunwook wasn’t just teasing anymore—there was something else beneath the surface. You could see it in the way his eyes lingered on you, something more intense than the usual playful banter.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, to push back against the tension he’d stirred up, but your voice failed you for a second.

“You don’t have to admit it, but I can tell,” he said, his voice low, the teasing edge still there but softened by something more sincere, almost vulnerable. “You’ve been reacting to me this whole time.”

It was like the ground beneath your feet shifted. You wanted to brush him off, to laugh it off as just another one of his games, but it was impossible. The way he said it, so casually, like he had nothing to lose, made you feel as though he had cracked open something inside of you that you hadn’t been ready to face.

You exhaled, trying to collect your thoughts. “I’m not—” you started, but the words died on your lips as you caught his gaze again. He was watching you so intently, as if he could see right through the walls you’d built up.

He tilted his head slightly, that glint of challenge still in his eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he murmured. “I already know how you feel.”

For a heartbeat, the world around you felt too loud, the rustle of pages and soft murmurs of students in the library nothing but background noise to the sudden silence between you. You weren’t sure how to respond, or if you even could.

The way Gunwook had a way of getting under your skin, of pushing you just enough to make you confront things you weren’t ready to, made your chest tighten. You wanted to tell him off, to shut him down for good, but part of you… part of you was starting to question if you even wanted that.

“Gunwook…” you finally whispered, your voice almost a plea, though you didn’t know what you were pleading for.

He didn’t move, didn’t break the distance between you, but there was something in his eyes—something softer now. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said quietly.

Neither of you moved for a while, but the space between you slowly seemed to shrink, as though some invisible force was drawing you closer together.

Your heart raced in your chest, pounding with each second that passed. You should’ve said something, anything to break the moment, but instead, all you could do was watch the subtle shift in his expression—the softening of his features as he held your gaze. It was like he was waiting for something from you, or maybe you were waiting for something from him.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You found yourself leaning in, just slightly, just enough to close the gap between you, your breath mingling in the air that hung between you. You could feel the pull—magnetic, inevitable—and you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from moving closer.

Gunwook didn’t back away either. If anything, he seemed to lean in just as much, as if testing the boundary between you two, both of you moving closer without quite realizing it.

The moment your lips finally met, it was soft, hesitant—almost like a question being asked, an answer left unspoken. It was just a fleeting touch, barely enough to make your pulse race, but as soon as you pulled back, the world around you felt strangely quiet. You both stood there, eyes wide and breath shallow, staring at each other as though neither of you could quite believe what had just happened.

For a beat, neither of you moved. You weren’t sure if you were waiting for him to speak, or if you were waiting for yourself to make sense of what had just transpired. But the silence stretched too long, and the pull between you—now so much stronger—was impossible to ignore.

Before you knew it, your hand was already reaching out, grabbing the front of Gunwook’s tie, pulling him back in without thinking. His breath hitched as his body reacted instinctively, closing the distance between you, lips crashing together again, this time deeper, more urgent.

The world around you seemed to vanish as your lips moved in sync, kissing with a hunger that neither of you had fully acknowledged before. Gunwook’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer, until there was no space left between you, your body pressed up against the cool shelves behind you. The weight of his touch sent shivers down your spine as his arms circled around you, holding you tighter.

The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate. It felt like everything had been building to this point—the teasing, the tension, the stolen glances—and now there was no holding back.

You didn’t even care that you were in the middle of a library, surrounded by students who could easily walk by. It felt like everything else had faded, leaving only the two of you.

Gunwook's hands slid to your back, guiding you closer as he pressed you harder against the shelves.

Time slowed. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, wrapped up in the kiss, caught in a moment that felt both like a beginning and an end. When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, your heart raced in your chest, and your mind felt like it was reeling.

Gunwook was still close, his forehead resting against yours, breath coming in heavy pants. His lips were swollen, and his eyes—those playful eyes—held something more serious now.

“You’re not going to be able to get rid of me now,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You took a breath, the teasing glint still alive in your eyes. "Oh, I think I can handle it," you said, voice laced with playful challenge. Your fingers brushed lightly over his shoulders, the contact sending a ripple of electricity through you. "But I’m not sure you’re as easy to get rid of as you think."

Gunwook chuckled, the sound low and warm in your ear. "Is that so?" he teased, leaning down slightly, his lips grazing the side of your neck, sending a shiver through your body. His hands shifted, fingertips gliding along the curve of your waist under the fabric of your robe, making you bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the wave of warmth that flooded you.

Your own fingers trailed across the smooth skin of his neck, feeling the tension there as your touch sent a shiver down his spine. "You’ve got a lot of confidence for someone who just got put in their place," you teased, running your hand down to his shoulder, your thumb brushing over the muscles there.

Gunwook smirked, his hands drawing you closer as his fingers traced circles along your hips, his touch growing more confident. "I like to test my limits," he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck again, this time lingering a moment longer, savoring the sensation.

He moved his hands down, one sliding lower on your waist, the other gently resting on the curve of your hip. "You should be careful," he whispered, his voice now a hushed growl in your ear. "You might not be able to walk away if you keep this up."

You felt his lips press gently against your jaw, the soft caress sending a ripple of heat through you. "I’m not worried about walking away," you shot back, your fingers now tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath your touch. "But you should be careful. I might not be as easy to keep around as you think."

A slow smile spread across his face, his gaze more intense. "I’m starting to like the challenge," he said.

And without another word, his lips found yours again—slow at first, as though testing the waters. But you didn’t need time to think, not anymore. You responded instantly, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was far from innocent.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he deepened the kiss, his touch gentle. The world around you seemed to disappear as his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath you shared.

And you would never pull away from him.

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# author's note ... oh i love making deals w zanna bc i get to write this banger (idk what possesed me) and she will write me pt 2 of this masterpiece mwahahahah (go read it btw its so good like vampire hanbin>>>>>)

# setting ... boxer gunwook

# summary ... gunwook comes home after a fight, missing a date... but he can't understand why are you quiet

# warnings ... angsty, hurt to comfort (i think...?), mention of wounds n blood, nursing trope (its me n zanna, come on.... if uve been around for a while u know we r sucker for nursing teehee) also it was written at 2am so sorry for any misrtakes !!!

# word count ... 1k

the door opened quietly but gunwook could swear it was the loudest noise ever. your small but cozy apartment was dipped in the darkness of the night, only occasional beams of moonlight shining on the floor. 

however, there was one more source of light coming from the kitchen. gunwook sighed and took off his shoes. 

his footsteps were soft, trying to keep the noise as low as possible. maybe you’re asleep. maybe you forgot and just left the light on… 

his hopes died upon seeing your silhouette. your back was facing him, legs crossed and head resting on something (probably your arm). 

“you’re home” 

your voice was cold and stung like frostbite but gunwook knew it was well deserved. 

“i’m home” he whispered and you finally turned around. 

now it was your turn to sigh upon seeing his bruised face, busted brow and dried blood on his cheek, along with some cuts. 

“couldn’t you at least take care of yourself?” you murmured and stood up, reaching for the usual spot with a heavy heart. 

gunwook stayed silent because you both knew the answer. he preferred when you took care of him. 

without additional words from you, he went to change into fresh pyjamas that he kept at your place. then he swapped his eye contacts to his glasses, scanning his injuries in the mirror. 

guilt washed over his gut, wounded knuckles turning white from gripping the sink. you’re too sweet for him. 

“wookie?” your soft voice called him, causing a pang in his heart. 

your boyfriend soon enough came out from the bathroom, a sad look on his face. if it wasn’t for his savaged face, you’d think it was a normal night. his black t-shirt, red and black checkered pj pants, glasses resting on the bridge his nose and framing his handsome face. even his raven-colored locks were still slightly wet, probably after the shower he took at the gym. 

gunwook sat on the chair you were previously sitting, spreading his legs and resting his fists on top of his thighs. 

you took a quick glance at the clock, which read 1:31am. your boyfriend caught your worried look and bit the inside of his cheek. 

there were so many things you could say, yell. how he forgot about the date that he promised you two weeks ago. how late it was. how he got hurt again. how he didn’t let you know where was he… or if he was fine. it puzzled gunwook; why were you so quiet? 

he closed his eyes, unable to bare your eyes on him. focusing on the calming feeling of your fingers instead, he tried to think of a reason. maybe you will break up with him? 

you both knew that with his lifestyle of a boxer it won’t be easy. you knew he wouldn’t give up on his passion and way of living but he promised you to stop being careless. 

your fingertips gently caressed the unharmed skin of his right cheek. then he felt a stinging sensation on the left onr, just where he got hit by someone’s fist. 

gunwook felt two or three fingers tucking his hair away from his forehead softly, followed by a feather light kiss on that spot. 

only then he realized it’s your way of speaking. the kiss meant ‘i love you’. the fingers tracing his nose gently to see if it’s broken shouted ‘you should’ve been more careful!’. a slightly wet smudge being smeared by shaking fingers right under his busted brow meant ‘i was worried’.

gunwook's eyes shot open and he realized you’re crying, crystal tears trickling down your face. 

“hey, it’s fine. i’m here now, i’m fine. look, i’m in one piece” he choked out and grabbed your hand to cup it against his right cheek. you just nodded your head, trying to silence the sobs “y/n…” 

you raised your other hand to your eyes, hiding your face into your elbow. 

“you’re so reckless” a muffled cry leaving your lips made his heart clench “and… and, it’s not even about the date anymore. i just wish i could fall asleep without worrying about you, about your life” 

you’re standing right in front of him, between his legs, shaking and crying. and gunwook felt helpless, also taken aback by your words. 

he knew you were worried about him but every time he’d miss a date because of his fights you would say you’re angry. angry because you didn’t get to go on it, angry because you wasted time preparing. 

now he just realized it was a lie. it was a cover up for your true feelings, for your energy draining and - so it seemed - endless worry. 

“you don’t have to worry about me, sunshine. i know i get home looking like something tan me over but i always win” gunwook hummed, his thumb tracing over your knuckles. you just shook your head, face still hidden in your elbow. 

your boyfriend moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down into his lap, ignoring the stinging bruises on his legs. 

instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and started crying your heart out into his shoulder. his large, calloused from fighting, hands found its way to your back. rubbing it in soothing motions, gunwook gave you time to let it all out and eventually calm down. ignoring his own aching wounds (the biggest one being the red muscle clenching inside his ribcage), he let the time pass. 

finally you leaned away, eyes puffed. gunwook immediately gently cupped your face with one of his hands, wiping the wet traces after your crystal tears. 

“you didn’t answer your phone” a faint, barely audible, whisper escaped your lips. gunwook moved his thumb and wiped it over your upper lip. 

“i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking” he replied honestly, locking eyes with yours. 

“i know you love boxing, wookie. but promise me…” your voice trailed off, hand wrapping around his wrist. gunwook looked at you expectantly, already willing to agree on anything “promise me to come back home safely. to me. please” 

“i promise” your boyfriend hummed and sealed the promise with a long, passionate kiss. despite his aching body - and even more aching heart upon seeing your state - he put all of his energy and life force into that kiss. and you felt that. because if there was something gunwook was passionate about other than boxing, it was you; loving you.

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Gunwook with a partner who does martial arts. She's known for ending fights as fast as they start and can throw a man without any trouble but the thing is she gets SO flustered when Gunwook treats them like they're this precious little delicate thing. He's kissing their busted knuckles like he's doting on a princess and picks her up like a misbehaving cat when she tries to play fight with him.

Is she scary to everyone else? Yeah, but she's putty in Wook's hands.

Word Count: 498 Summary:He raises an eyebrow. “What, you can throw a guy twice your size but can’t handle a little PDA?” Pairing: Gunwook X Fem Reader

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Gunwook doesn’t flinch when you break a grown man’s balance with a single pivot of your foot and drop him to the mat so fast the air leaves his lungs in one startled oof.

Everyone else watching flinches. Even the new coach.

You’re panting slightly when the sparring match is called. There’s a red mark forming on your knuckles, and a sheen of sweat along your hairline, and Gunwook—who has been sitting on the bench, legs spread wide like he’s relaxing in a café instead of the middle of a gym full of tense, silent people—gets up slowly and makes his way over.

You brace yourself. You already know what’s coming.

He takes your hand like it’s made of porcelain.

"Again?" he says, tone warm but so disapproving you nearly short-circuit. "Didn’t I just kiss this one yesterday?"

And then he does. Kisses the bruised knuckles, one by one.

You feel eyes everywhere. Burning. Judgmental. Terrified. And you? You’re about two seconds from melting into a puddle on the mat like a snowman in July.

“Gunwook,” you hiss, trying to keep it together, “not in front of the whole gym—”

He raises an eyebrow. “What, you can throw a guy twice your size but can’t handle a little PDA?”

You cover your face with your arm to hide the involuntary blush. It does nothing. He knows. He always knows.

Later, you try to play it cool when you corner him near the exit. Try to reassert dominance by poking a finger into his chest, mock-threatening. “You’re making me look soft.”

He grins, unbothered. “You are soft. Just with me.”

You roll your eyes and go to jab at him again, maybe threaten to flip him just to save face, but before your hand even reaches him, he lifts you under the arms like you’re some misbehaving house cat and physically removes you from the confrontation.

“Gunwook!” you squeak, flailing a little.

“You need a snack and a shower,” he says seriously. “Fighting's over. Let’s go.”

You’re still red in the face when he sets you down by the lockers like it’s perfectly normal to manhandle a trained martial artist in front of everyone.

And the worst part? The absolute worst part?

You let him. Because you’re supposed to be the scary one—but when it comes to him, you’re just soft. And honestly?

You kind of love it.

[k-etak]

you = home

[sxmmerberries]

Escapade - park gunwook x reader

✦ genre: romance

✦ pairing: park gunwook as your bodyguard

✦ word count: 1691

✦ summary: your overprotective father sent gunwook to protect you due to them not being in the country for a business trip. you and your friends decided it'd be a great idea to sneak off to have a picnic in the middle of the night without gunwook knowing. it was a fail and gunwook is now looking for you.

“Yes, Sir. She is safe and sound. I made sure that she didn't get into any dangerous situations. You can rest assured,” Gunwook gave his daily report to your father after making sure that you went to bed.

“I know she can be a little troublesome at times. You know, how kids are at that age. She thinks we are being overbearing by hiring a bodyguard even though she is an adult. Please don't mind her words or actions in any way,” Your father sighed as he remembered you complaining about Gunwook following you around everywhere even though it is technically his job.

“No worries, Sir. I understand. I'll continue to abide by my duties no matter what,” Gunwook reassured, standing near the window of his room in the house, staring outside blankly.

“That is nice to hear. Please keep us updated,” Your father responded.

“Yes, Sir. I'll report everything to yo-” Gunwook's eyes widened in shock at what he saw from the window. Three hooded figures escaping through the front gates.

Gunwook hung up the call and immediately ran to your room, his mind coming up with the worst possible scenarios.

“Were they intruders? Did they come to harm you? Did they try to harm you? Did they kidnap you? What was he going to say to your parents? He just reassured them that everything is okay”

He knocked on your door, silently hoping that you'd open the door completely unscathed but to his disappointment, there was no answer.

“Maybe, she is asleep,” He thought as he sighed, raising his fist to knock again.

“Miss L/N? Can you open the door, please? Are you okay?” He spoke through the door but once again, there was no answer.

He sighed as he took out the keys of the room which were given to him for emergency purposes. He knocked one last time before unlocking the room and entering the room.

He cautiously walked towards the covered figure on the bed.

“Miss L/N?” He called out but there was no answer once again.

“Miss L/N?” He called out a bit louder before noticing something strange. He yanked the covers of the “figure”, discovering a bunch of pillows under it, shaped to look like a human.

His eyes fell on the slightly opened window. He quickly walked towards it and saw a huge rope hanging downwards from it.

Gunwook put all the pieces together before screaming “L/N Y/N, Don't you dare!” out of the window, making the hooded figures look at him in shock.

You made the mistake of making eye contact with Gunwook who was warning you from your window, before making a run for it, grabbing your friend's hand.

You were going to get in trouble anyways for trying to sneak off at night so why not just do everything that you planned with your friends and then get in trouble with him?

Gunwook quickly rushed downstairs and out of the front door, glaring at the guards for not noticing you and your friends running away beforehand.

“If someone doesn't kill her, I am going to kill her myself,” He thought as the images of you escaping flashed before his eyes.

He did everything he could to protect you, even going as far as standing outside the washroom to not let any sort of attack happen. He followed you around when you went out with your friends, sitting at a nearby table, staring at you. Sitting in the corner of a class to ensure no one hurt you and no one did.

Who would want to pick a fight with Park Gunwook?

He drove in the direction where he last saw you and your friends running, hoping that you guys wouldn't make it out too far.

He raked through his brain, trying to figure out where exactly you could've gone. He scanned through the neighbourhood for any signs of you or your friends in the darkness of the night.

After a while of driving and seeing no signs of you or your friends, he sighed as he mentally prepared what he was going to say to your parents when his phone suddenly rang. He mentally braced himself, thinking it was going to be your parents. He saw an unknown number flashing on his phone screen, picking the call up cautiously.

“Hello?” A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the line. Gunwook sighed in relief as his brain finally registered that it was one of your friends.

“Where are you guys?! How can you do this to me?! Where is Y/N? How is Y/N? Is she okay?!” Gunwook exclaimed, attacking your friend with a string of questions, surprising your friend as Gunwook never lost his cool before ever.

“We are near xxxx Convenience Store. You wouldn't have allowed us to do it if we told you. Y/N is with us and she is uhmm…..drunk?” Your friend answered his questions one by one.

“Wait there, don't go anywhere. I am coming,” Gunwook quickly drove there, hoping that they'd actually listen and stay there.

Gunwook parked the car as he quickly got out and walked towards your friends who were standing near a tree with worried looks.

“Where is Y/N?!” He scanned his surroundings as he looked for you.

“Geez, hello to you too and she is there,” Your friend pointed towards the tree. Gunwook's eyes widened in shock as he saw you sitting on a branch, clinging to the tree for dear life, clearly drunk.

“She got drunk and we couldn't control her so we called you. She fought us and then climbed the tree after hearing you were on your way,” One of your friends sighed as the other tried to coax you into coming down.

“Miss L/N, please come down,” Gunwook moved closer to the tree, making you clutch the tree even more.

“No”

“Come down”

“No”

“Come down”

“No”

“Come down”

“No”

“If you say no one more time-”

"No”

“Should we throw rocks at her?” One of your friends proposed, clutching a rock In her hand.

“No,” You and Gunwook screamed in unison.

“Miss L/N, please come down,” Gunwook tried to be patient, mentally planning to resign tomorrow morning itself.

“I don't know how to…….” You admitted sheepishly, holding onto the tree for dear life.

“Then why would you get up?!”

“I thought you'd get mad at me!”

“I was already mad at you the second I saw you escaping!”

“...........”

Gunwook sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair. He took one last look at you before saying “Jump, I'll catch you,”.

“Stop lying, you'll drop me as revenge for running away,”

“As much as I am tempted to do that, I'll have to answer to your parents. Now, come down,” You reluctantly jumped, landing in Gunwook's arms.

"Put me down," You squirmed to get out of his grip.

"So you can run away again? Not a chance,"

He wasted no time in walking towards the car with you in his arms and your two friends walking behind you two, silently gushing about shipping you two.

He placed you in the passenger seat, fastening your seat belt before turning to your friends, “Get in. I'll drop you guys off too. It is quite late,”. Your friends got in the car without any argument.

You mentally braced yourself for any type of scolding as he dropped your friends off at their houses. The car was filled with silence as he drove with a pissed off look on his face.

“Are you mad at me?,” You asked hesitantly despite knowing the answer.

“Well, what do you think?,” He smiled sarcastically, not even looking at you.

“You looked pissed off” You felt him stop the car and look at you with an angry look.

“That's because I am pissed off. How can you run off like that?! Why couldn't you have done all these tomorrow morning after you let me know? Do you know how scared I was? It is literally pitch black here and I couldn't find you! What if something bad happened to you?! What would I have told your parents?! What would I have done?! Do you know how worried I was for you?! How can you do this to m-” He was interrupted by you suddenly pulling the collar of his shirt and crashing your lips against his, effectively shutting his rant up.

He fumbled a bit at the sudden kiss. What was he supposed to do now? Kiss you back? Is he allowed to kiss you back? Is it professional-

“F*ck it,” He thought as he pulled you closer and placed his hands on your cheeks, deepening the kiss.

He could taste the alcohol on your lips but he didn't care. All he could think about was how he finally lost his composure and did the thing he was afraid of doing from the very beginning. He had no idea how he was going to explain all this to your parents. All he could think about how good your lips felt against his soft ones.

He looked away after you pulled away, starting the car once again to avoid the conversation.

"You look hot when you're pissed off," Gunwook's cheeks flushed a little pink as he pretended not to hear you.

“Guess, I finally broke you. How long were you planning on doing that, Mr. Park?” You smiled mischievously as he continued to avoid eye contact.

“From the start,” He mumbled quietly, focusing his eyes on the road.

“I can't hear you~” You giggled. You heard him perfectly well the first time.

“You're even more insufferable when you're drunk,” Gunwook rolled his eyes, cracking a small smile.

“Hehehe but you love it,” You smiled.

“Yes, I do but that doesn't mean you aren't in great trouble when we get home, Y/N” You froze, hearing his response.

“The first time, you say my name and it is a threat? Can't you let it go this one time?,” You pouted as he laughed at your reaction.

“Considering the time and patience it took to find you, no” Gunwook smirked, making you sulk in your seat.

©sxmmerberries

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[zerolune]

Gunwook mommy kink i've been thinking about it

So I wrote smth similar before (Gunwook noona kink) you can check it out if you want but here goes what you asked for babe, warning-this is kinda shit 😔

Gunwook nuzzled his face against your neck, sucking gently and eagerly, groaning and sort of whining in need. “What’s wrong?” You asked, trying to finish cooking the pasta, except a huge load was tugging at you.

He doesn’t respond, nuzzling deeper and placing kisses on your pulse point. “What do you want?” Your voice grows harsher as you ask again, and this time he turns you around, his face decorated with a pout, his cheeks red with exhaustion and a tinge of anxiety.

“You shouldn’t…You shouldn’t have joked around with Matthew like that.” His voice was now a little raised, arms crossed as he stepped back to lean against the kitchen island.

“And why?” You continue sautéing the garlic for the pasta, not even looking at him. “Well…Because-” you cut him off, “Just because you can’t handle your jealousy doesn’t mean I’ll not keep my personality,” you turn off the stove and turn back to him, walking a few steps so you could close the distance between.

“I didn’t mean that…I just…It’s just…” he struggles to find his words, his cheeks turning redder if that were even possible.

“Fine I was really jealous okay? And you can’t do that to me!! Laughing at his stupid jokes, calling him funny, accepting a bite of the pancakes he made? Do you realise how that made me feel?” His eyes turn a little teary, and you would have never have done this, but oh well it was a just a little bit of revenge for his brattiness two days back when he kept licking at your juices while holding your thighs apart and leaving a lot of hickeys despite your repeated warnings against it.

“Aww wookie…” you tease, pushing your hips against his. “Why don’t you pick me up and take me to the bedroom?”

He follows suit, quickly lifting your body in his arms and gently laying you down on the bed. “Want to eat me out?” You slowly spread your legs so he nuzzle his face between his thighs. “Yea please…” he responds, swiftly removing your shorts and panties, kissing your clit gently.

“Good boy…good job..” you slowly hum as his kisses turn into suckling and a few nibbles. “Bite me again and I’ll make sure you don’t come.” You give a sharp warning and he nods fervently, darting out his tongue to soothe the spots he bit.

You tangle his hair between your fingers and pick his face up, a groan leaving his puffy lips. “Gunwook, how about you let me ride you?”

“O-okay-

That’s how you ended up straddling his hips, bouncing at a dangerously slow pace while he whined between your tits. “Please, I need more!!”

“Yeah? Should’ve thought of that before acting like a 5 year old that didn’t get his candy.” You pull his face away from your chest, looking down at his wide eyes that were begging you with all their heart.

“Please….m-mommy…?”

Your eyes widen at the nickname, not surprising but still something which astonishes you. “You into that stuff?” You ask, grinding a little faster on his dick as he murmured a desperate “yes” against your collarbone.

“Then let mommy take care of you baby,” you intertwine your fingers with his, helping him reach his limit as he moaned in your embrace, trusting you with everything.

“Yes mommy…I love you please…”

[hanbingzu]

- Take A Chance With Me ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🦢✮

Synopsis: You and Gunwook have had a complicated history with each other since ages ago, but a 7-day trip changed it all for you both.

Genre: fluff, angst (with a good ending), academic rivals, enemies to lovers, childhood friends

Pairing: Gunwook X Fem!reader

Word count: 9.5k (lol………..)

Warnings: skinship, kissing, cursing, a lot of teasing, mentions of wearing make up, pet names, a lot of sensitive topics (parents, family, grades/academics, etc), please tell me if i missed some

A/N: there WILL be so many typos and grammar error bcs I did not double check hehe, I got confused about where I should have them go for the trip, and because I’m Indonesian, I was just like “Oh, Bali it is” LMAO, and let’s act like everyone In the story already has their driver's license☝🏻, OH, and play your sad playlist from day 3 until the end of day 4 for a better experience😋😋😋

You and Gunwook have known each other for basically your whole life, things were okay between the two of you up until the first year of middle school, at first, the two of you drifted from each other, he joined the soccer club, giving him a new group of friends, while you have your own, but the two of you have gotten a little competitive with each other, academically, creatively, or just generally.

There had never been a single day where the two of you didn't bicker with each other, now that is if you guys even talk with one another, other days are just filled with your own life, no interactions what so ever.

You’d be lying if you said that there has never been a day where you weren’t sad that your friendship with Gunwook changed so drastically in a snap of a finger, but that was way back during middle school, it’s safe to say that you’ve learned to accept it.

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“UGH, Y/N WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?” Your best friend Yunjin asked on the phone “Girl, I’m right behind your car,” you said as you rolled your eyes before hanging up the phone and opening the door of Yunjin’s car.

“Oh, HEY BAE! I’m so excited about this trip, I can’t wait to finally have some days off from these assignments” Yunjin laughs as she starts her car and drives away from your house “Is everyone on their way to the airport yet?” you asked “yup, they’re on their way” she smiled. The one-hour drive to the airport was filled with laughter and screams as your favorite songs played on the Bluetooth.

.

As both of you arrived at the airport, you noticed that your other friends had also arrived, Gyuvin, Ricky, Matthew, Sheon, Winter, and…Gunwook!?

“Yunjin???” You stopped in your tracks the second you saw Gunwook standing with the other guys in the waiting room “Huh? What?” “You didn’t tell me Gunwook will be coming?” You spoke out, a little frustrated from the sudden news “Oh…see, because I knew you wouldn’t wanna come if you knew that Gunwook was coming, so I didn't tell you about that, sorry..” she laughed nervously “You should’ve told me? Now I’ll have to deal with his ass for the rest of the week, this is not any better than 50 assignments, JENNIFER.” “WOAH, you even brought up my English name and all, MY BAD?!?!?!” “Whatever” You shrugged, continuing your path to the waiting room to meet with the others.

Let’s all be honest, we all know the nonchalant face you have while you walk over there was all an act, you hated the fact that you’ll have to put up with him, but you don’t wanna seem like a sensitive no fun loser in front of him, that’ll just give him more reasons to tease you.

“Y/N!!! YUNJIN!!!” The girls shouted in excitement, their faces were occupied with bright smiles as they ran to hug you and Yunjin, while the guys just smiled and waved before continuing their conversation.

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After an hour or two, the plane has finally boarded. You sat down with Yunjin, Winter sat down with Sheon, Ricky sat down with Matthew, and Gyuvin sat down with Gunwook, unfortunately, their seat was behind yours and Yunjin’s.

“Hey, Y/n, lend me your phone real quick” Gyuvin reached out his hands while tapping your shoulders “For what?” you asked confused by his sudden request “I need to search for something, my battery died” he responded. You handed him the phone, a little concerned, but what is he gonna do anyways?

After a few minutes, he returned your phone, the second you opened your gallery, it was filled with silly selfies that Gyuvin and Gunwook had taken, “Was your battery even out?” you looked back to him “Nope” he chuckled while scrolling thru his phone.

.

A few hours have passed, and the 8 of you have finally arrived at your destination, Bali! You and your friends used the car that you guys rented to go to the Villa you’re staying at for the week, entering the car, Gunwook sat in the driver’s seat while the others were in the passenger’s seat. “You’re driving?…” You asked a little concerned “Yeah? I’m a good driver, trust” he laughed, putting on the seatbelt before driving “If I die, I swear to god Gunwook I’ll be keeping you awake for the rest of your life” “Go on” he replied nonchalantly while he starts driving.

“Can someone put on some music? It’s kinda quiet in here” Ricky sighed “Ooooo yes! I have the perfect playlist for this” Winter responded, pulling out her phone to open an app. Once again, the drive to the villa was filled with laughs and screams as your favorite songs played on the Bluetooth.

{ Section 1 - The trip! }

- Day 1

☆ 3.45 PM

When you arrived at the villa, you were happy to be there of course, but you were a bit too drained to join the others talking in the living room, so you decided to excuse yourself to your bedroom, “Guys, I'm gonna go clean up and rest for a bit, I’ll join you guys later on” You smiled, taking your bags with you to the bedroom.

You took a deep breath while you lay down on the bed, the room was cold, and the glass wall with the glass door in front of your bed led to a balcony, which showed a view of the pool in the backyard and the beach behind it have given you the best atmosphere ever.

You get up from your bed to go to the bathroom inside of your bedroom, removing your make-up before getting into the shower. You were drowned in the warmth of the shower, and the sudden rush of freshness yet comfort took over your tired body, finally waking you up for reality, the good thing is, you’re out on a trip with your friends, the bad thing is, one of the ‘friends’ is Gunwook.

After your warm shower, you go back to your room and change into something more comfortable before plopping yourself onto the bed and scrolling down on your phone. Without noticing, scrolling down on your phone has slowly drifted you to sleep.

☆ 5.40 PM

You woke up from your nap due to someone softly shaking you “Huh?” you said confused “God, you’re finally awake, get up, we’re gonna go get dinner,” Gunwook said while opening the curtains “Let me sleep in for another 5 minutes” you groaned, putting a pillow over your head “Fine, I only woke you up because everyone else is already getting ready, if we leave you then don’t blame it on me” he shrugged, leaving your bedroom and shutting the doors “Ughhhh, fine I’ll get up” you whined tiredly, sitting down on your bed to gather up your sober self first.

After getting ready, You went out of your bedroom to see that everyone else was sitting down in the living room while waiting for you “Oh my god, took you long enough” Sheon complained, standing up from the couch “I was taking a nap” you laughed “Okay okay, C’mon, we don’t have much time” Matthew spoke out while taking the car keys on the table.

☆ 7.05 PM

“I’m sitting beside you?” Gunwook said unhappily while turning off his phone “If it was my choice, I’d be sitting at a different table from you, so if you want to complain, don’t say it to me” You rolled your eyes “Can you guys not argue for once?” Yunjin asked while looking at the both of you up and down “No” the both of you replied at the same time “Suit yourself” she sighed.

“Gunwook, lend me that spoon,” you said while pointing at the spoon beside him “Take it yourself” he replied “Bitch?” “I’m kidding” he laughed, giving you a gentle push on the shoulders before handing you the spoon “Thanks” you smiled sarcastically.

The breezy air at night on the beach has given the restaurant such a cozy vibe, the most surprising thing, is that you still feel comfortable in there even when you’re sitting next to the person you hate the most.

The warm delicate food filled your and your friend’s stomachs in the best way possible, it’s safe to say that the dinner went smoothly!

☆ 11.55 PM

After a long tiring night, good sleep is all that you need, when you’ve arrived at your villa, you cleaned yourself up and went straight to bed.

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- Day 2

☆ 7.30 AM

You wake up from your slumber, and a glimpse of the sun shines through the curtains blinding your eyes “That’s bright” you say in your sleepy voice.

You got out of bed and washed your face before exiting your bedroom, You were greeted by Gunwook who was making himself some breakfast “A lion’s out of her cage” he said teasingly “Shut up” you said quietly “Where is everyone else?” “They’re still asleep, why are you awake so early always?” he asked “I don’t know. My body just decided to wake up” You laid down on the couch, eyes still sleepy “Cool, get off I wanna sit down” Gunwook declared while holding a plate of food “No? Sit down on the ground” He clicked his tongue before pulling you out of the couch “You’re so annoying” You groaned, getting up from the ground and walking to the kitchen “If I’m annoying then you should go and check out what’s wrong with you” he scoffed as he searched for some shows to watch on the TV.

“Why are you guys so loud? It’s too early for this” Gyuvin got out of his room, hair messy and face sleepy “If your friend isn’t so bitchy, we wouldn’t be so loud” You said while slowly taking a glance at Gunwook “C’mon, he’s your friend too Y/n” Gyuvin laughed “No he’s not?” “No I’m not?” Both of you said in sync “Oh!” Gyuvin reacted “I tried, I’m going back to sleep” He entered his room and shut the door.

☆ 9.15 AM

Finally, everyone is awake! The 8 of you guys sat down together in the backyard of the villa, having random conversations while drinking some fresh beverages.

You guys spent the rest of the day out shopping and hunting for some traditional food, and of course, you guys had to visit the beach and experience the beauty there.

☆ 10.30 PM

The day has passed and it’s finally nighttime, you and your friends sat around a bonfire while having deep conversations, silly conversations, stupid conversations, and even drunk confessions on a sober brain. At this moment of the day, all 8 of you have grown to connect more, the bond between all of you has grown to be stronger than before, and what’s most important, is that all of you understand each other more, as shocking as this will sound, you and Gunwook have somehow slowly understood each other more, no, that doesn’t break the hatred you both have for each other, but it delivered the both of you some understanding

“Oh c’mon Ricky that’s such a dumb confession” Sheon scoffed “What? I literally just confessed my love for strawberries to you guys?” “Yeah, and we know about that already you dumbass” Winter chuckled “Hmmm, Gunwook, how bout you? Do you have any confessions?” Matthew asked, “Maybe about how you’re able to achieve the title of ‘best student award’ every year?” he chuckled “Oh..honestly, I think I just grew up with my parents having to force my academic scores to be high, even with the titles that I’ve gotten these past few years, they’re still not satisfied” he lets out a soft chuckle, a forced one for sure, “But you’re always first in class? Let alone class, our whole grade?!” Gyuvin spoke out shocked by Gunwook’s confession “It’s hard to satisfy them, dude, but it’s fine, really, I’ve already grown to accept it” he laughed

“Y/n, you good? Why are you so quiet?” Yunjin asked concerned “Hm? Yeah, I’m good, I’m just a little tired” You smiled “If you’re tired you can just go back inside and sleep, it’s getting late anyways!” Sheon mentioned while checking the time on her phone “No no, it’s okay, I’ll stay” “Just sleep, if you stay you’ll just end up falling asleep” Gunwook said teasingly yet softly at the same time “You know what guys, I’m also getting a little tired, let’s end today and go to sleep” Winter stood up while taking her stuff “Okayy, good night guys” Yunjin enunciated and everyone went back inside to their own bedrooms.

There’s something about that conversation keeping you up that night, you asked yourself “Am I just over-sensitive? Or am I just jealous?” while staring up at the dark ceiling of the bedroom. Ever since your rivalry with Gunwook started in middle school, You grew up with this pressure in your heart, constantly telling yourself to just..be better than him. You’ve always been compared to him, even by your parents, as much as you work for something. Your achievement can never be better than Gunwook’s, he’s first in class, so why are you always second? You work equally just as hard as him? And if you finally beat Gunwook on something, people would still have their focus on Gunwook, Okay?! He’s the popular smart soccer player in school that everybody has a crush on, but all you’ve ever asked for is to be appreciated.

“This is dumb” you sighed, holding back tears and putting a blanket over your body, letting yourself fall asleep.

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- Day 3

☆ 9.15 AM

“Hey you seem like you’re in a bad mood, what’s wrong?” Gyuvin asked you “Nothing’s wrong? Just still a little sleepy, you know?” “I see, well if you’re really that tired just go back to sleep, we don’t have anything to do yet anyway,” he said while scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, y/n, come here!” Yunjin shouted from the kitchen “Coming!” you walked over to the kitchen “Help me make some cookies” she laughed “Call for Gunwook too, I need him to help prepare the ingredients” “Okay, hold up” you smiled, walking yourself to Gunwook’s room before knocking on his door “Come in” he shouted “Yunjin wants you to help her prepare some ingredients for making cookies, c’mon” you leaned over the door frame “Fine, give me a minute”

You went back downstairs and after a few minutes of waiting, Gunwook finally came down to help “What do you need help with?” he asked “Can you take the bowl on the top shelf?” “Yeah, hold on” he answered, reaching up for the bowl with such ease.

The baking session for the three of you was interesting, You guys honestly made a big mess and Gunwook kept on putting flour on your face, but the cookies turned out pretty good so you couldn’t even complain about it.

☆ 00.40 AM

The day ended, and everybody was asleep, but yet again, something was bothering you, you hated it, you hated having that weird burden inside of you. The worst part of it is that you know this is all because of your jealousy toward Gunwook, you didn’t want to be jealous of him, but you were.

You decided that you needed something to drink, so you went out of your bedroom to get something from the kitchen, but the sight of Gunwook sitting down on one of the chairs on the kitchen’s aisle stopped you, you hesitated, but you went for it.

You tried your best to avoid eye contact with him while taking some water from the dispenser, but knowing that he was looking at you made it hard for you to not look at him back.

“Hey, Gunwook..” You sighed “I’ve tried to keep this to myself, but sometimes it’s so hard to act as if I don't hold anything against you but I do.” you scoffed “Y/n” he spoke out with a low tone “Look, I’m sorry that your parents have put so much pressure on you, I’m sorry that it’s hard for you to satisfy them, but do you always have to steal every single fucking thing from me Gunwook?” “What?” he scoffed “What is it that I have stolen from you, huh? Everything they’ve pressured me to do is all because of YOU, y/n.” “You don’t understand Gunwook, All these years, you’ve been number one, constantly, number one, number one, and number one, and where am I? What place am I entitled to? Second. All this time I’ve lost to you, all attention is on you, all of the pride goes to you Gunwook. Oh, look! Park gunwook! The best student in the school huh? And then there's Me, Y/n, the student who studies day and night just to be a tutor for lacking students without being appreciated at all. You know my parents loved you like their son Gunwook, maybe you don’t notice this but I grew up being compared to you and it isn’t fair?! You’ve stolen everything from me, the least you can spare for me is just to let me make my parents proud, wook..” Each word gets louder and louder from all the rage you’ve held.

Pushing his shoulders with your fingers on every sentence to express your anger, Gunwook stood there listening to your rage, before he took a deep breath

“Look, I wasn’t trying to hurt you Y/n and I’m sorry if I did, but I never stole your chance of making your parents proud, I’m sure they’re proud of you but let me say this. You might think I’ve accomplished something by taking first place all the time, but trust me I never reached my goal. If being first can make your parents proud then take the place y/n, because as much as I try, my parents will never appreciate me for it, so even if I’m first, we’re equal aren’t we? I’m first yet the person I try to satisfy has nothing to say about it, you’re second and no one appreciates you for it, right? Loss and loss. Being first and second won’t make a change for me y/n, so if you want appreciation from people, take my place. I might have people mentioning me for it but all I need is for my parents to say the things THEY did, so take everything.”

Gunwook wanted to be mad at you, he wanted to shout at you, but he couldn’t. All the rage that you’ve held against him, he’s held the same amount, yet he can’t make himself shout at you, even with the biggest desire, his voice just couldn’t come out.

“Sometimes I wished our parents weren’t friends, maybe that way we wouldn’t get to each other’s ways like this,” you said, holding back pools of tears

“I wished for the same thing, trust me I did”

Holding back tears had been the hardest thing to do the whole night, and at this point, you couldn’t hold it in any longer, so you rushed to your bedroom, leaving Gunwook standing alone.

☆ 7.15 AM

“Y/n, wake up, let’s get breakfast!” Winter shouted while knocking on your locked door “I’m awake, give me a minute” you shouted back “Woah, you’re awake early” she laughed.

Of course you were awake early, you didn’t even sleep, did you? You let your emotions take over you, and you feel good after letting them out but there are some regrets wandering around.

- Day 4

☆ 7.30 AM

After quickly cleaning up, you went out of your room wearing something simple like shorts and a T-shirt, as the eight of you were just going somewhere nearby for breakfast.

“Oh, y/n come sit here” Yunjin tapped on the space beside her on the couch, signing you to sit beside her, but you saw that Gunwook was sitting on the other side of the couch, and you didn’t feel like seeing him so you sat down on the kitchen counter “Why are you sitting so far away? Just sit here?” Sheon questioned, “Because, why not?..” you laughed awkwardly, Gunwook turned his head from his phone to your direction, but he didn't say anything, his face was straight, and the burden that you felt was probably the same for Gunwook. “C’mon, I’m hungry” Ricky spoke out while rolling the sleeves of his button up.

☆ 8.05 AM

After waiting for the food, your orders finally came, you sat beside Sheon while Gunwook was in the seat in front of you, was it a good sitting, no, but was it a better option than having to sit beside him? YES.

As your orders finally arrived, you reached your hands to take the bottle of sauce on the table, when your hands touched the bottle, you felt Gunwook’s hand on top of yours, also trying to take the sauce, “Oh, sorry, you take it” the both of you said at the same time “No, no it’s fine, Gunwook you take it” “Nah, I’ll take it after you” “Gunwook, just take it.” you laughed awkwardly “Won’t you wanna be first for once? You know, I can’t be the first one all the time, right?” “Oh? You know, maybe when you decide to take that sauce first your parents will be pro-” “OKAAAYYYY, I’m taking the sauce, thanks guys” Matthew cuts off your sentence before you can continue any further “What in the world is going on with the two of you” Ricky asked “Sorry” You quietly said to Gunwook.

☆ 10.15 AM

What is a better way to relax with your friends in Bali other than going to the beach? The sensation of having a filled stomach made you and your friends too lazy to do activities that exert too much energy, so the eight of you went to the beach behind your villa to relax.

As your friends were playing with the water, Gunwook accidentally splashed water onto your body, of course, it wasn’t a big deal, but because it was Gunwook who did it, you rolled your eyes as a reflex. Although you didn’t want to ruin the fun for other people, you decided to ignore him and continue with what you were doing.

“What is it with the two of you?” Sheon asked while looking your way “What do you mean?” “God, forget it” she sighed.

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It reached the point where you and Gunwook could not stop getting passive-aggressive toward each other, almost starting a fight, or even having small fights here and there. Some examples of the other times you guys fought that day was when you went to a tourist attraction a couple of hours after going to the beach.

You were just walking around the streets of the area, and Gunwook suddenly pushed you with his shoulders by ‘accident’, “Can you not?” you said frustrated by his action “What? It was an accident?” he scoffed, continuing his walk like nothing even happened.

Or maybe when the eight of you had finally gone home to the villa after a long day, and as you guys were sitting down on the couch, you and Gunwook would bicker here and there, it was a small fight at first but then it got annoying to the others.

☆ 6.45 PM

“What is it with the two of you, stop,” Yunjin spoke out in the middle of your and Gunwook’s quarrel, her voice close to shouting “You two were just fine yesterday, what happened?” she sighed.

You and Gunwook stayed silent. It was a normal thing for you guys to fight, it was weirder for you guys to get along rather than fight every single day, but that’s the problem. The two of you got along, well, kind of, but before the fight you two had last night, everything was fine, you guys can last a day without having to fight each other, and even have conversations to keep up with each other’s life after a while, but the two of you were stubborn, you both realized that, but being the stubborn person you two are, none of you wanted to admit it.

“You know, you guys just need to stop being so stubborn?” Winter said softly, her eyes still focused on his phone “You guys continue doing your thing, I’m gonna get cleaned up” Gyuvin stood up from the couch, stretching his body before heading to his bedroom.

☆ 9.01 PM

You were sitting down on the patio swing in the backyard of your Villa, drowning yourself in thoughts as you stared at the view. Without noticing, a tear fell from your eye as you were thinking about everything that had been overwhelming you these past few days.

You quickly wiped off your tears when you heard the backyard door opening, showing Gunwook’s figure walking to the swing that you were on, “Can I sit beside you?” he asked coldly, you nodded your head, signing that it was okay for him to sit beside you. Gunwook placed himself on the other corner of the swing, both of your eyes were fixed on the view of the backyard with no one brave enough to make an eye contact.

“Can I be honest?” Gunwook requested “Yeah, go on” “Remember in 5th grade when we’d have sleepovers at your place or my place with our other friends? when we played games together, we’d always end up on the same team, winning every single round?” “Mhm” you slightly smiled “Or, maybe we were against each other in some games, but if one of us wins, we’d give each other a hug while saying good job?” he laughed “Of course I remember” “Y/n, we were always so proud of each other back then, so why can’t we do that now? I don't know how it is for you, but having that pressure inside of me all the time because of the constant competitiveness we have toward each other is slowly killing me.” He said calmly while playing with his fingers. Once again, you were holding back tears, “Gunwook..” You said speechless, “These past few years, all that we’ve been doing is just working so hard for a title, a title that can make our parents proud of us, that was our promise right? But we got too competitive. If no one will be proud of us, then let’s just be proud of each other Y/n.”

The last few words that Gunwook said in his sentence were able to let all of your tears lose, you’ve tried your hardest to hold back the tears but they couldn’t stay, even when you were already crying, the tears just couldn’t stop, could it?

“Stop crying, you look stupid” Gunwook chuckled and pushed you gently, trying to make you feel annoyed rather than sad “Shut up” You laughed while tears were still falling “All jokes aside, I’m sorry, yeah?” he pats your shoulders “I’m sorry wook” You sobbed.

Who would’ve known? Who would’ve known that you and your childhood friend would finally apologize to each other sincerely on a trip where you didn’t even want him to come on?

Guess the world has its ways.

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- Day 5

☆ 8.00 AM

You got up from your bed to exit your bedroom, seeing Sheon, Yunjin, Gyuvin, Ricky, and Gunwook sitting down on the couch in the living room “The sloth is awake” Gunwook teased “Yeah, good morning to you too Gunwook” you said sarcastically before sitting down next to Gunwook on the couch “Ya’ll good now?” Yunjin asked confused “Yeah, what happened to the fighting? I was enjoying the drama” Gyuvin yawned.

You and Gunwook just laughed, not agreeing but not denying their words as you looked at each other. What Gunwook said last night was right, what’s the point of hating each other when you have the same goals? It’s only better to support each other.

“Oh my god, you’re not denying?” Sheon gasped “Why are you so shocked?” you laughed “I can sleep in peace” Ricky cheered, this was the moment that all your friends had waited for, something as simple as ‘stop being so stubborn to each other’ took you and Gunwook ages to do, It’s about time to try and do so.

“Gyuvin, wake the others up, let’s go out” Yunjin smiled “Me? Why me?” he groaned “Because you’re the most energetic right now?” “Whatever” he sighed, getting up from the couch before walking to the other’s room.

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The rest of the day went great, you and your friends had fun, enjoying the sky, the activities, the air, and of course the view. What made it even better is that you get to experience all of this with your friends, and most importantly, someone you can now call your childhood friend and not your enemy.

☆ 7.15 PM

It was now dinner time and you sat beside Gunwook in the restaurant. Jazz music and dim lights give a certain vibe to the dinner table, camera lights flashing from the number of pictures taken of each other, you looked at Gunwook, confused about what to order “I seriously don’t know what to order, I’m not even hungry yet” you sighed “Well, you still have to order something? This looks good” he said while pointing to one of the dishes stated on the menu.

While waiting for the food to arrive, the long day that you’ve had that day has made you feel drowsy, you place your head onto your arms on the table, close your eyes, and fall asleep. When you wake up, you see that Gunwook’s jacket is wrapped around your body to prevent you from getting cold, you sit down properly, taking the jacket to give it back to Gunwook, “Thanks” you smile, leaning your head on his shoulders from still being tired.

You hesitated to do that at first, but when you finally placed your head on his shoulders, it gave you peace, nothing feels weird when it comes to physical touch with him because of the memories you’ve shared since childhood, but it seems like you’ve forgotten about that before you rested your head.

“No problem” Gunwook smiled, patting your shoulders in response. As you had your conversations with Gunwook with your head on his shoulders, Yunjin, who sat in front of you, secretly took a picture of the two of you, capturing a beautiful memory that will last a life time.

☆ 11.45 PM

Coming home to the villa from dinner with a happy stomach, you immediately got cleaned up and went to bed, preparing yourself for the upcoming days.

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- Day 6

The trip with your friends is nearing an end, so the eight of you spend the remaining moments walking around Bali, shopping, going to the beach, eating some more traditional foods, and learning more about the culture.

Spending the whole day out with different activities was a lot of fun, but it drained all of your energy by the end of the day. When you all went home to the Villa, you guys spent more time talking and ordering food before heading to bed.

☆ 00.40 AM

You were lying down on your bed while scrolling through your phone before hearing a knock on the door. When you opened the door, you saw Gunwook standing with his hoodie, shorts, and glasses, “Need anything?” you ask “Yeah, I’m bored” he sighed “So? What should we do?” “I have some ideas” he smiled, pulling your hands gently to follow his lead.

The two of you ran to the car that you guys rented on day one, “Where are we going?” you asked confused “Anywhere, just get in the car” he laughed. As he starts the car, he sets up his phone to put some music on the Bluetooth, giving a fun vibe to the moment.

Gunwook drove around the empty streets with the car, blasting music with the windows down for the wind to enter.

Suddenly, Gunwook stopped the car on the beach, the lonely beach was illuminated by the moon’s grace. The two of you sat down on a bench inside the beach, it was silent, the only noise filling the space between the two of you was from the waves in the ocean, but that was what made it beautiful, the silence wasn’t awkward, it was far from awkward, the silence connected the two hearts and the two souls.

“Hey, Gunwook” You looked at him “Hm?” “I’ve had a lot of fun, thanks” You smiled, and Gunwook gave you a sweet look, his eyes filled with genuine Awe before he wrapped his arms around your shoulders “My pleasure, y/n” he laughed, ruffling your hair till it was messy.

You spent your time at the beach walking around while having deep talks, writing your names on the sand, and chasing each other around. The amount of fun you had that night was unexplainable, believe it or not, you were glad you spent the night with Gunwook at the beach while opening up to each other.

“It’s late, we should go back to the Villa” Gunwook declared while checking the time on his phone “You’re right, let’s go” you replied, walking back to the car with Gunwook to head back.

☆ 2.18 AM

“Thanks again, I had fun!” you tiptoed to give Gunwook a pat on the head in front of your room “No need to thank me, Good night, sleep well” he laughed, giving you a short hug before heading to his room, the hug was warm, it gave you all the comfort you’ve ever needed.

The hug was short, but it stayed in your mind the whole night, it’s just odd to think that you and your childhood friend have finally fixed your friendship after years, but you’ve grown to love it

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-Day 7

☆ 10.00 AM

Packed and ready, you and your friends finally went to the airport to end the trip. All eight of you felt a little sad to leave Bali, but there will always be another time to come back.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Gunwook said while taking your bag “You don’t need to” “I know, but I want to” he smiled, carrying your bag and his bag.

There were a lot of ups and downs during the trip, but it was great to end it on good terms.

In the airplane, your seat was beside Gunwook’s, if it was the first day of the trip, you would’ve complained and asked one of your friends to switch seats, but it isn’t the first day, so it’s safe to say that you were quite happy with the sitting.

You’d often fall asleep and wake up with your head on his shoulders, and sometimes your arms would be intertwined with his.

Other parts of the flight would be filled with your silly conversations with Gunwook, and some more catch-ups during the few years.

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{ Section 2: Trip’s aftermath! }

After the trip, you and Gunwook would often hang out at school during breaks, and even hang out after school, some people were confused because of the sudden change of behavior between the two of you, and some of them were even jealous of you.

Gunwook would often come over to your house during his free time when the two of you were bored and had nothing to do.

One week after the trip the eight of you had to Bali, school unfortunately started and you had to continue your routine of studying all the time. You and Gunwook were assigned as pairs for a project, so you decided to come to your house to finish it.

“Gunwook?!” Your sister Amaya shouted from the living room when she saw Gunwook standing by the door “May?” he smiled “I haven’t seen you in ages!!” Amaya laughs, running to Gunwook’s open arms “How old are you now?” Gunwook asked as he let go of the hug “I’m ten now” she smiled, showing a shocked expression on Gunwook’s face “Weren’t you like five when I last saw you?” “Well, it has been a couple of years” “Okay you two, Amaya you can talk to your long-lost brother after we finish this project, and Gunwook you can also talk to your long-lost sister after we finish this project, okay?” You chuckled, patting your sister’s head softly “Okay sis, bye-bye Gunwook!” she smiled.

Considering you and Gunwook have known each other since birth, Gunwook has also been familiar with your sister ever since she was born, when your parents were out together, Gunwook and you would often take care of Amaya back then, but it stopped ever since your rivalry started with him, and Amaya missed Gunwook for a while, he was like a brother to her.

The project was a pretty big one, and the deadline was still in a couple of weeks, so you and Gunwook decided to only research things for the project today and continue the main thing on the other meets. When Gunwook exited your room, he saw Amaya sitting down on the couch “Amaya, I’ll be heading home okay!!” he said “Okay!! Please visit more” she replied with a smile “I will!!”

When Gunwook and you reached the front door, Gunwook bid his goodbyes by hugging you before entering his car, closing the doors, and driving away.

☆ 2.35 AM

Ever since you were young, you’d often get nightmares here and there, some of them aren’t that scary, but some of them are capable of keeping you awake the whole night, and in this case, it kept you up all night.

Your parents are on a business trip and your sister is already asleep, you are shivering and scared beneath your sheets, unable to move a single muscle due to the fear you have. The only thing within reachable distance was your phone, you thought of someone who could accompany you, but nobody came to mind, but there was one person who lives near you, and who you also feel comfortable with, Park Gunwook.

You took your phone, dialing his number with a heavy breath and panicked state. It took some time for him to answer, his voice tired and low, signaling that he was long asleep before you called him, “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked when he heard your heavy breathing “Gunwook, I can’t sleep” You replied slowly as your words were cut off by your breathing “Oh is it your nightmares again? Calm down, you’re okay, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be there” he spoke out, you could hear the rustling from his bed when he hurriedly stood up to put on his hoodie.

“I’m not gonna hang up, so just lay down and scroll through your phone, I won’t take long” he comforted you while starting his car, driving through the empty streets at midnight for you.

After a few minutes passed by, you heard the passcode from your door getting unlocked, and as you were about to panic, you heard Gunwook’s voice through the phone “It’s me, don’t panic, I’ll hang up now” he enunciates

Your bedroom door opened, revealing Gunwook with his Hoodie and his shorts, accompanied by his glasses and messy hair, he walked over to you, pulling you into a comforting hug “You’re okay y/n, you’re okay” he chuckled, placing soft rubs on your head with the hug “Stop laughing” you whined “I just find it funny how you’re still scared of your nightmares, I remember having to comfort you all night during our sleepover when we were kids” he conveyed “Sorry for bothering you, It’s late” You sighed “It’s fine, I understand” he smiled.

Gunwook ended up staying the night at your place because it was also too late for him to drive back and he was tired….and you were also still scared.

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A few days passed and Gunwook came over to your house after school again for you guys to finish the project.

When the two of you were taking a break, you both laid down on the bed, bored and hungry, “I’m hungry” you sighed “Same, any food downstairs?” Gunwook asked, “Nah, you wanna order something?” “Yeah, sure” he smiled, sitting down on the bed to stretch his body.

When the food arrived, you and Gunwook ate your meals while watching the series that the two of you started together.

You worked on the project until it was late at night. When the clock struck 11.30 PM, you and Gunwook had finally finished half of the project, raining the room with happiness and relief, both of you cheered and gave each other a high five before Gunwook lifted you in a hug to spin you around, making you shout “Okay okay! Put me down” you laughed “I’ll get going now, sleep well, call me if you get more nightmares” he smiled, quickly patting your head before leaving your house.

You went back into your bedroom, lying down and smiling to yourself from all the butterflies in your stomach, “Stop why do I feel like this, am I going insane” you laughed awkwardly, obviously denying the truth.

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“Hey Amaya, Gunwook is coming over again for our project, so don’t be too loud, okay?” You smiled “You know me, I’m never loud! And, is he your boyfriend yet?” she giggles “What kind of question is that?” “Oh, I know you’ve been giggling about him, sis!” “In your dreams? Go back to your bedroom.” you scoffed before hearing a knock on your front door, Amaya shrugged her shoulders and sprinted to her room, leaving you alone to open the door.

When you opened the door, you saw Gunwook standing with a bag of food “So we won't have to order food again, I got us some food on the way here” he smiled “Thanks, Gunwook” you laughed, ruffling his hair while you tiptoe.

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Okay let's be clear, your feelings are there, it's obvious to you that you like him, but you’re in denial. Why? Because falling in love with your childhood friend who then turned into your enemy, then your best friend feels a little…odd? You keep on questioning yourself ‘What is he gonna think about me?’ What image would he have on you if he figures out that you are quite literally in love with him? Is the friendship gonna end again? Or will it be a good ending?

But during your daily overthinking session, Gunwook suddenly texted you

Gunwook: Hey, let’s go somewhere, I’m bored

You: Sure, what time?

Gunwook: I’ll pick you up by 6, get ready

You: Okayyyy

You didn’t even know where you were gonna go, but it was an automatic response for you to say yes when he asked you to go somewhere, you didn’t even hesitate.

You wore an outfit that matched the weather outside, the outfit fits you well, starting from how the colors blend into your shade well, to how nicely fitted the clothes are with your body shape.

After getting ready, you checked and saw that the clock had reached 6 PM. Right when you realize, you feel your phone buzzing, showing an incoming call from Gunwook.

“I’m downstairs” his voice was heard from the phone “Gimme a minute” you replied, spraying yourself with perfume before going downstairs to his car.

As you entered his car, he wore an outfit that matched yours perfectly, making the two of you look like an inseparable couple. “Hey, we’re matching” Gunwook laughed, ruffling your hair in adorance “I know right, what a coincidence” you replied, a bright smile plastered across your face.

Gunwook started to drive his car, and you arrived at a park filled with cute restaurants and cafes. The area was lively, it was surrounded by flowers and nature, giving you a fresh yet graceful atmosphere.

Turned out, Gunwook had already booked a seat in one of the restaurants for the two of you, he chose the semi-outdoor restaurant, the walls covering you were all glass and the interior had a lot of greens, there was even a fountain on the center of the restaurant.

Because the wall and the ceiling were glass, the moonlight from above shined through the glass, with all of the beautiful things surrounding you, like nature, the moonlight, the small candle in the center of the table, and most importantly, Park Gunwook, you felt safe and comfortable.

When your meals arrived, Gunwook fed you some of his dish, smiling at your puffed cheeks while you munched on the food he fed you.

Eating and having silly talks with him definitely filled up your stomach, but there’s always enough space for ice cream.

While the two of you walked by the park to the nearest ice cream shop, he pointed at the stars, while you stared at the beautiful sight of the star, he was also starting at a beautiful sight, you.

“Wait here, I’ll buy us the ice cream,” he declared, pointing at the bench near the ice cream shop, you nodded, not thinking much about it. While waiting for Gunwook to come back with the ice cream, you spent your time on your phone, scrolling through endless contents, before noticing that it had been sometime after Gunwook left.

You were just about to text him before you felt someone’s finger tap your shoulder. You saw Gunwook standing there with a smile, holding two cups of ice cream…a stuffed animal and…flowers?

“Sorry if that took a little long” he chuckled, giving you the cup of ice cream “Oh, and here’s one more thing” he smiled, handing the bouquet filled with roses, “The sudden bouquet? What’s going on?” you looked at him suspiciously, “I think you missed the note inside there, read it” he laughs “Hold on” you sighed, taking out the note before quietly reading it.

‘Okay y/n, I know you hate bullshits so let me just get to the point HAHA, after the trip we had to Bali, we fixed our friendship and we were able to catch up with each other, and when school started again, we were paired up for the project, and from all those days I’ve spent at your house, I would find myself constantly thinking about you when I’m at home, even somehow missing your annoying ass the second I drove away from your house. Yeah yeah cringe whatever, but I like you, and it’s not something that I can control, thank you for understanding me, thank you for keeping up with me, so, will you Take a chance with me?’

You gasped the second you finished the letter and realized that Gunwook felt the same way as you. You faced him, holding back a stupid amount of tears after being relieved that he wouldn't think you’re insane, and also because it got to you, the guy you grew up with, the guy who was always there for you, but also the guy who you hate, the guy who you can't spend a single day with ever since middle school, fell for you, and you fell for him? The long years you’ve spent together, thinking that you will have no feelings for each other at all.

You laughed, feeling tears coming out of your eyes “This is so dumb, why am I crying” you whined, standing up from the bench to walk into Gunwook’s opened arms “Yeah, why are you crying?” he laughed, brushing soft strokes on your hair while he hugs you.

After taking a moment to let go of your tears, you took a breath, stepping out of Gunwook’s hug, still sniffling after crying “Sorry, your shirt is kinda wet now” you giggled “It’s been through worse” he smiled “And, yes, I'll take a chance with you, Gunwook” you looked at him, his face filled with mixed expression, you can tell that he was shocked, but you can also tell that he was happy about it “Seriously?” “Yeah” “You’re not joking?” “I’m serious,” you said, Gunwook hurriedly hugged you once again, lifting you while spinning you around “Thank you” he whispered while he slowly put you down.

You and Gunwook continued your time at the park while intertwining your fingers together, the two of you look like an inseparable couple, and you most definitely are an inseparable couple from now.

Even when he was driving you home, he drove with one hand, the other one holding yours as his eyes were focused on the road. You felt comfortable, so comfortable, to the point where you fell asleep in the car with your hand in his.

The end of the day had come, and it's safe to say that it’s been such a rollercoaster that day, but overall, it ended with the best thing you can ever ask for, you can call him yours from now on.

The two of you stood in front of your door on your front porch, before you entered your house, you hesitated for a good fifteen seconds before giving him a quick peck on the lips, his face was frozen, let alone his face, his whole body was frozen, and you were about to enter your house before he pulled you in for another kiss, one hand is placed around your back, and the other supporting your chin, you can feel the slight curve forming from his lips, expressing his happiness to be yours.

When you’ve gotten cleaned up, you lie down on your bed, rolling around and throwing pillows across your room, clearly flustered from what just happened.

You hug the stuffed animals that he gave you, falling asleep with his scent that’s stuck on the item you’re hugging.

You’ve never had a better sleep than that night.

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{ Section 3: So…we’re a thing now? }

You and Gunwook would try to keep your relationship from your friends, but it seems like they just naturally figured it out by themselves.

Gyuvin and Ricky caught Gunwook kissing your cheeks once, and the others just assumed that you guys were dating.

☆ 3.15 PM

The eight of you were studying at a cafe together, preparing for the upcoming exam. You sighed, scrolling through the pointers on your laptop, overwhelmed by all of the things you have to prepare for, “You okay?” Gunwook, who sat beside you, asked you when he noticed your expression “Mhm” you nod, placing your head on his shoulders, “Cool, yeah, cute, get a room” Gyuvin sighed, earning a laugh from the rest of you.

It’s been a week since you and Gunwook started dating, this is all so new for both of you, so you’re taking the time to adjust, although Gunwook has been treating you in the best way possible, and there weren’t any awkward moments between the two of you.

There’s this one time when a junior went up to Gunwook while the two of you were walking together in the school’s hallway, and started to try and have a conversation with him, even asking for his number. Gunwook was a nice person so he kept up with the conversation, but when she asked for his number, he just smiled, holding your hands to give a code to the junior, she noticed the way your fingers were intertwined together, embarrassed yet sad, she walked away in defeat.

You continued scrolling through the pointers, taking notes of the topics that you didn’t quite understand yet. Even when your other friends were taking a break from studying, they’d order food and talk with each other, but your eyes and mind were still focused on your books and notes, panicked about failing the exam.

Gunwook was taking a sip of his drink while resting his back on the chair, keeping himself away from studying for a few minutes before coming back. He noticed you being so focused and stressed that your fingers were massaging the temple of your forehead, signaling the pressure.

He slid his plate of cookies to your side, also offering you his drink while rubbing your shoulders “Don’t think too much about it, you’ll do fine” he sighed, knowing that you were always the stubborn type when it comes to your grades “What if I don’t do well? What if my scores decrease?” you said panicked “At least take a break, yeah?” he replied, evidently worried about you “I will after I take notes of this slide, I promise” you smiled. He knew that you wouldn’t, he knew that you’d just continue studying without taking any breaks, but he also knew that forcing you wouldn’t make any changes, so he just sighed, taking another sip of his drink.

A few hours passed by and all of your friends had gone back to studying again after a few rounds of breaks, with no surprises, you hadn’t had a break at all, and the time was already showing 9.30 PM.

When Gunwook was revising his books and taking notes, he saw your head resting on the table with your eyes closed, he chuckled, finding you cute as you took a nap, but he also felt bad, because you’ve worked so hard the whole day while panicking about the exam until you didn’t get any rest. With some hesitation, he shook your body gently to wake you up, “Hm?” you spoke out tiredly “I’ll take you home, you need to rest,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ears “I’ll study for a bit more, please?” “No, you’re coming home.” he insists, his voice going firm to show his seriousness about his words “Fine” you yawned, knowing that you were tired anyway.

While he drives you home, he takes off his jacket to give it to you, giving you warmth and comfort so you can fall asleep again, which is exactly what you did.

When he was gonna drop you off on your front porch, you stopped in your tracks when you got out of the car, “Can you stay?” you asked “Hm?” “Stay for the night, Amaya’s having a sleepover at her friend’s and my parents are on another business trip, I’m uh..scared,” you said shyly, Gunwook staying over was a normal thing, it was never odd, it’s just that he’s always stayed as your friend, and not your boyfriend, “The clothes you left are still here, so…” “I’ll stay” he smiled “But you have to promise that you’re sleeping right away.” “I am, I promise”

After the both of you had gotten cleaned up, you both lay down on the bed in your PJs, you wrapped your body into the warmth of your blanket and Gunwook’s arm, falling asleep with his arms around you while his fingers played with your hair.

☆ 7.50 AM

As you woke up from your slumber, you felt an arm around your body, holding you close. You turned back your body to see Gunwook asleep, his hair covering parts of his eyes and his duck-like lips slightly parted.

The small ray of sun shining through the small opened space in between the window illuminated his facial features, without noticing, you found yourself staring at his beautiful face for a few seconds.

You were about to stand up from the bed, but your movement woke Gunwook up from his sleep. You faced your body towards him, giving you a clear view of his face, he smiled at you, rubbing his eyes while sitting himself down on the bed.

“Morning” he laughed, still trying to gather himself up while taking his glasses from the bedside table, “Morning” you smiled, standing up from the bed “It’s the weekend, let’s do something with the others instead of studying” Gunwook brought up while stretching his body “I mean, sure, but where are we going?” you asked “We can go karaoke? We’ve been planning on doing it anyway” he mentioned, bringing up an idea that you and your group of friends had planned on doing “Sounds like a plan” you smiled.

.

When you arrived at the karaoke place, you entered the room that Yunjin had booked for the eight of you, seeing that everybody had already arrived, you and Gunwook laughed awkwardly, acknowledging the fact that the two of you arrived late, “Took you long enough” Ricky scoffed, taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake “In our defense, there was traffic” Gunwook shrugged his shoulders, sitting down on the couch with your hand in his.

Yunjin passed the mic to you, signaling you to go and choose a song to sing, and at the same time, Matthew passed his mic to Gunwook, signaling the same thing. You and Gunwook chose to sing Almost Is Never Enough, showcasing both of your talents through a duet. Your voice and Gunwook’s voice harmonized as your eyes connected while singing, losing yourself in the melody of the song.

When the song ended, you and Gunwook laughed, bowing at the crowd, or your friends, earning applause from the room, “I might cry” Sheon whined “What” Gyuvin laughed “YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE” she exclaimed, fake crying while adoring the relationship you have with Gunwook.

Singing with Gunwook brought you back to the days when your tiny bodies would sing together for fun in each other’s room, not caring about your surroundings as a child.

You and Gunwook sat back down on the couch, you placed your head onto your boyfriend’s shoulder, making him smile and wrap his arms around you in response, he kissed the top of your head before saying something, “Babe” he said “Hm?” you look at him.

“Thank you for taking a chance with me.”

[hariboz]

HO-HO-HONEY I LOVE YOU

“winter/christmas-themed texts with boyfriend gunwook!”

pairing: bf!gunwook x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, pretty silly <3

warnings: food mention, reader’s eye gets hurt..?, they’re in love

notes: AAAAA i’m sorry i went mia a little i’m back 😭 also!! ty sm 🎀 nonnie for requesting this aaaa i’m so excited >< i hope you enjoy <33 mwah this is not showing up in the tags AGAIN but i’m so sick of having to repost all the time i’m just leaving it 😭

[wontune]

✿ gunwook ( zerobaseone ) lockscreens !

[winteringdream]

STRUNG TOGETHER ──── park gunwook

Park Gunwook lives for classical music and his violin. When his final exam turns out to be a duet, he grows anxious about how well he's able to perform with a pianist he has never met before. With only one month to practice, will things turn out for the worse or better?

✩ ⋅ pairing. violinist!gunwook x pianist fem!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, angst, music school/conservatory!au ✩ ⋅ warnings. there's one scene with a jerk/creep ✩ ⋅ wc. 6549 ✩ ⋅ with zb1 hanbin & gyuvin, illit minju ✩ ⋅ a/n reader is more reckless, gunwook is more follow-the-rules

“A duet.” 

The class falls silent. Park Gunwook looks to his left, his eyes meeting Zhang Hao’s. They’re thinking the exact same thing. We’re screwed. 

Park Gunwook knows how to ace exams, he has consistently done so for the past two years. Music is something he considers a solitary activity: practice alone, perform alone, succeed alone. 

But, this final exam has changed everything he has once thought about music. A duet, sharing the stage with someone. 

“When I call your name please come up.” The teacher continues to speak, ignoring the soft murmurs of the class. 

“Park Gunwook and Y/N L/N.” 

Gunwook watches as you stand up and make your way towards the teacher. You look exactly like how a pianist looks like according to Gunwook. Someone who is elegant, introspective and knows exactly what they want. 

He flashes you a kind smile when the two of you are standing in front of the teacher. He’s nervous, even though you don’t seem to be nervous at all. 

The teacher doesn’t say a word as he pushes a piece of paper into his hands. Gunwook looks at it with a puzzled look before realising he has to choose one of these pieces for his final exam. 

Beethoven – Violin Sonata No. 5 in F Major, Op. 24 “Spring” César Franck – Violin Sonata in A Major Brahms – Violin Sonata No. 1 in G Major, Op. 78 “Rain Sonata” Debussy – Violin Sonata in G Minor Prokofiev – Violin Sonata No. 2 in D Major, Op. 94a

“I’d like to hear your choice by the end of this week,” is everything the teacher says before motioning for the two of you to sit down. You look over his shoulder to see which pieces are written on the paper.

Gunwook sees how your face lights up, it catches him by surprise. And suddenly, he forgets he’s anxious about the duet. Maybe, things could work out better than he would’ve thought. 

You anxiously tap your feet to the sound that’s coming from your phone. You and Gunwook had agreed to meet after school to decide which piece the two of you would be choosing. Minju, who is sitting next to you, glances over. 

“Seems like a difficult piece.” She says, shuffling closer to take a look at the Youtube video. 

“That’s the problem,” you sigh as you put your phone facing down on the table, “all of them are like this.” 

“Well, is this violinist you got paired up with any good?” Minju asks, leaning forward and over the table to slide her cup of iced tea towards her. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Let’s search him up, if he’s a sophomore he must have his final exam from last year posted on the school’s Youtube account.” She suggests taking her phone out of her pocket before you can answer. 

“Tell me his name, I’ll search it up for you.” 

“Park Gunwook.” 

Minju types quickly, her fingers flying across the screen. “Park… Gunwook,” she repeats under her breath. A second later, the search results load. Only two videos seem to be posted, one being his entrance exam and one being his freshman final exam. 

She presses play and Gunwook immediately starts playing. The two of you watch silently how he moves, how his fingers press down on the strings with precision and control. 

“He’s … good.” You murmur, as you continue to watch the video, earning a chuckle from Minju. 

Minju raises an eyebrow.  “Why do you sound so surprised, it’s not like this school lets everyone in.” 

“I know, he just doesn’t really look like the type to play like that. I mean, so meticulously.”

 “You mean that you thought he was more the freestyle, I-do-what-I-think-is-right, type of guy?” You nod at her answer, but as the video continues to play you can only imagine how nice it would be to work with someone who seems to put a lot of work and effort into perfecting a piece. 

“Well,” Minju says, nodding toward the screen, “looks like you got paired with a perfectionist.”

“Before you start complaining,” Hanbin starts as he watches Gunwook’s frowned face, “you might actually like the pianist.” 

“In what way.” Gunwook replies dryly as he sets down his lunch. Gyuvin and Zhang Hao snicker at his reply. 

Hanbin doesn’t say anything, instead he holds up a video, the title reading: 

Y/N L/N | Freshman Final Exam | Prokofiev - Piano Sonata No. 3 in A minor, Op. 28

The fast-paced and almost restless melody plays from Hanbin’s phone. Once again Gyuvin chuckles at how captivated Gunwook is. 

“She’s…” 

“She’s absolutely batshit crazy.” Gyuvin says, cutting Gunwook off. “She’s all gas, no brakes.” 

Gunwook doesn’t respond right away. He’s too focused on the screen, watching how your hands move with such reckless confidence, like you’re daring it to keep up with you.

“She’s not holding back,” Hanbin says quietly, as if reading Gunwook’s thoughts.

“Yeah,” Gunwook mutters, eyes narrowing slightly. “She’s not scared of it.”

“So, what do you think?” Zhang Hao asks with an amused smile on his face.  

“I have no clue,” he begins, “I’ve never met a pianist who plays like that.”

Hanbin grins. “At least you won’t be bored.”

Gunwook glances back at the phone as the piece races toward its explosive ending. The last few chords hit with full force.

And for the first time since the duet was announced, he feels something he hadn’t expected:

A flicker of excitement.

The music building’s small practice room smells faintly of rosin. You arrive a few minutes early, clutching the sheet with the five sonatas listed. 

Park Gunwook is already there, sitting on the edge of a worn wooden chair, violin case resting beside him. He looks up as you enter.

“Hi,” you say, setting your bag down with a soft thud. You take the chair across from him, leaving space between you.

“Hello,” he answers. You glance at the paper between you, the one with the 5 pieces listed on it. 

You clear your throat. “So I’ve been listening to all of them on repeat since the class ended.”

Gunwook nods once, folding the paper carefully. “I did the same, managed to take some notes.”

You try to imagine what notes a perfectionist like him would make. Precise fingerings? Comments on phrasing? How dedicated would he need to be to already have notes on pieces that just got announced today? 

“Which one caught your attention?” you ask, leaning forward slightly.

He taps a finger against his chin, considering. “Beethoven’s ‘Spring.’ It’s clean, a basic one. It’s hard to mess up.”

You bite your lip. “It does sound cheerful, but don’t you feel like we’re playing it too safe with something like this? The teacher must expect something unexpected if we end up choosing this one.”

He smiles faintly, a hint of agreement. “Yes. It does feel safe.”

“Safe isn’t really my style. I want something that challenges me.” 

He raises an eyebrow, amused by the way you think. For someone who looks like a textbook example of a pianist you sure don’t think like one. 

You grin. “Let’s do this one.” Gunwook's eyes follow your finger to the title you’re pointing at. Prokofiev – Violin Sonata No. 2 in D Major, Op. 94a

It feels like his heart skips a beat for a moment. Prokofiev, of course you’d pick that one. A fast-paced, relentless piece that Gunwook is certain will sound less like a duet and more like a battle.

Gunwook’s fingers stop tapping. “That piece demands a lot. It’s easy to lose control.”

You shrug. “Exactly, but that’s what makes it exciting.”

He leans back, folding his arms. “You don’t sound like someone who holds back.” He smiles slightly, his eyes crinkling at the edges. 

“Neither do you,” you reply with a grin. It’s evident the two of you studied each other’s performances right before meeting up, but neither of you is trying to hide it. 

Gunwook nods slowly. “So…”

You meet his eyes. “Prokofiev?”

Gunwook gulps when he sees the sparkle in your eyes and looks down at the paper again, then back up. “Prokofiev.”

You smile, feeling a flicker of excitement you didn’t expect.

He stands, picking up his violin case. “We should start rehearsing soon.”

You grab your bag. “Can’t wait.”

Both you and Gunwook couldn’t wait to start practicing the next day. Is it because of your desperation to pass the year? Or is it because it is the first time in your life you get to take on such an exciting piece with someone whose skill matches yours?

“Should we listen to it first?” Gunwook suggests as he sets down his violin case on a chair. You nod, and take a seat next to him. 

The two of you watch in silence, taking mental notes of the trickier parts. Your eyes flick across the screen, focused, brows drawn together. Every so often, your fingers twitch against your leg, imagining how your fingers will press the keys of the piano.

Gunwook notices and glances down at your hand. He smiles, just barely. Then his eyes return to the video. 

It takes a while to get to know the piece, but after 2 hours of practicing the two of you have very slightly gotten the hang of it. 

Your fingers feel stiff from playing the same thing for 2 hours. The room is warm, and the piano’s once bright tone has started to blur beneath your tired hands. 

Gunwook leans against the edge of the chair, bow resting loosely in his fingers. You shake out your hands and exhale with a soft laugh.

 “It’s kind of insane how little progress that looks like for two hours of work.”

“Not really,” he says, heaving a loud exhale. “This piece doesn’t open up easily.”

You nod, stretching your arms above your head. “My brain is fried.”

Gunwook doesn’t reply immediately. He watches you, your hands red from playing, your eyes still scanning the sheet music like there’s something left to wring from it even now.

Most people would’ve called it for the day. Even through the fatigue, your curiosity hasn’t dimmed. Your frustration doesn’t come from impatience, it comes from wanting to be better. 

He sits back slowly in his chair, the bow now resting on his lap. He looks up when he hears the sound of the piano. It’s as if you’re unable to stop. 

“You really don’t hold back,” he murmurs.

You glance at him. “Isn’t that the point?”

The way you say it is light, almost teasing. It’s like you don’t fully realize how serious he is when he says it.

He looks away with a small breath of a laugh, unsure what to do with the way something like admiration has started to settle in his chest. For the way you throw yourself into the work without hesitation. As if it’s your mission to finish the piece with all you’ve got. 

It’s quiet for a few seconds, just the distant hum of other practice rooms beyond the door.

Then you speak again, your voice softer. “Want to run it once more before we call it?”

Gunwook meets your gaze, then gives a short nod. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

“You look tired.” You chuckle as you watch Minju slump down in the chair in front of you. Her dance bag falls off her shoulder and lands on the floor with a heavy thud, drawing a few glances from nearby tables. She doesn’t seem to care.

“Don’t even start.” She groans, letting her head fall onto the table with a dramatic sigh. “If you say ‘how was practice’ I swear I will cry.”

You can’t help but laugh as you slide your drink in her direction. “I was going to ask if you survived, actually.”

“Barely,” she mutters, lifting her head just enough to take a sip. Her hair is plastered to the sides of her face, and there’s a faint red flush in her cheeks. “We repeated the routine seven times.”

You wince sympathetically. “That bad?”

“She kept saying we were missing something, and then she made us run the duet again.”

You lean back in your chair, sipping your iced coffee. “I thought this was the piece you said you loved?”

“It was supposed to be fun,” Minju says, propping her chin in one hand. “But now, if I hear that first note one more time, I’m going to break my own legs.”

You laugh again. “Well, you do still look kind of graceful for someone who claims she got tortured in the dance studio.”

Minju narrows her eyes at you. “Flattery won’t make me forget you’re trying to dodge your turn. How’d your practice go?”

You cover your face for a moment, groaning into your palms. “It went fine, but I don’t know.”

She grins. “So? What happened?”

You lower your hands, trying not to smile too much. “The piece is insane, like, technically insane, but we started syncing up by the second hour. Not perfectly, but there were moments where I could feel it.”

Minju wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh? Feeling things?”

“Musically,” you clarify, laughing. “We were both exhausted, but neither of us wanted to stop. I think we played through the second movement at least ten times.”

“Did you catch him watching you while you played?” she adds.

“How’d you know?” you ask, looking up to meet Minju’s eyes. 

Minju leans forward again, her face serious now. “Listen. I’ve partnered with a lot of people in dance, but there’s a difference when someone feels what you’re expressing. That’s what makes a duet powerful. It’s not just playing what’s written on the paper, or dancing how you’ve been told.”

You’re quiet for a moment, letting her words settle, because you did feel something click.

Minju watches you carefully, then says with a teasing glint in her eyes, “So? When’s the next practice?”

You smile, unable to stop it. “Tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait for the updates.”

A week later, the room feels different.

The small practice space, once filled with the excitement of discovery, now seems suffocating. A metronome ticks faintly in the background and sheet music lies messily across the room, pencil markings growing more frantic with each rehearsal.

The two of you have been frustrated, though unable to express the frustration to one another. 

You stand by the bench, arms crossed, your jaw tight. Gunwook is near the window, back to you, adjusting his fine tuners again even though he did the same thing ten minutes ago.

“You’re rushing the tempo again,” he says finally, without looking at you.

A sharp breath escapes before you can stop it. “I’m not rushing. You’re dragging.”

That gets his attention. He turns to face you, eyes narrowed just slightly. Your throat tightens, you didn’t mean to snap at him. 

“It’s in the score,” he says coldly. 

You jab a finger at the marked section on the page. “You stretch it so far it loses momentum.”

He lets out a humorless chuckle and shakes his head. “You’re thinking emotionally, not structurally.”

That stings more than you expect it to. You’ve been told the same thing countless times by your first ever piano teacher, and now that these words have come back to you it’s like a slap in the face. 

Gunwook notices how your face falls, and suddenly he feels guilty. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it out of frustration.

“And you’re thinking like this is a math equation,” you shoot back after a beat of silence. “It’s music, not physics. You can’t follow the rules and expect to end up with the correct answer.”

Gunwook’s hands tighten around the neck of his violin. His voice is stable, but it’s taking him a lot more effort to maintain the stability. “Is this how you treat everyone you work with? Like they’re just background noise?”

You stare at him. Your chest feels hot, and you’re suddenly too aware of how close you are to the edge of your patience.

There’s a long, tense pause. The ticking of the metronome feels louder now, echoing between you like a countdown.

When Gunwook speaks again, his voice is lower and strained.

“I’m trying to hold it together, but if we aren’t able to perform this piece in 3 weeks we won’t pass the year. I’m telling you we need to play it like it says on the paper.”

You look over your shoulder, frowning. “You care more about being in control than making music with me.” 

The words hang in the air. You stare at him, waiting for him to say anything to you. Waiting for him to tell you that you’re wrong, that he cares about the duet and not only because he desperately wants to pass the exam. 

But he doesn’t. He turns away, still holding tightly onto his violin. 

Your throat tightens. “You know what? I thought this was supposed to be a duet,” you say, your voice low and trembling. “But it’s just you, trying to make everything sound the way you want it. I tried to share some ideas of mine but you won’t even acknowledge or at least listen to how it sounds. I’m not your fucking accompanist, Gunwook.”

He still doesn’t look at you. That silence is the final push. You grab your bag, the chair scraping harshly against the floor as you stand. 

“Figure it out on your own.”

Then you’re out the door, the sound of it closing behind you loud.

The hallway outside the practice room feels colder as you lean against the rough brick wall, heart pounding, breath uneven. You bring the water bottle to your lips, trying to swallow down the argument. 

Your eyes flick to the end of the hall where footsteps approach. You recognise the figure as someone you’ve had a class with in your first year.

“Hey,” he says, “You okay? You looked pretty upset back there.”

You stiffen, gripping your bag tighter. Your voice comes out sharper than you want. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans just a little closer. “Nah, you’re not. What happened?”

Your heart thuds louder, panic rising. “I just want to be alone,” you say, trying to sound firm, but the words feel small.

His smirk deepens, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Talking helps, don’t you think?”

You swallow hard, heat rising in your cheeks. You take a cautious step back, away from him. Your entire body screams to run, but you don’t want to cause a scene. 

Then the door at the far end of the hall swings open. The door you rushed out of just a few minutes ago. 

Gunwook steps out, violin case slung over his shoulder. The moment his eyes land on the scene, his posture shifts. He knows he shouldn’t be protective over you, he has no reason to be. But still, looking at how uncomfortable you look in front of that jerk makes his heart beat faster. 

The stranger turns toward Gunwook with a sly grin. “Is this your partner?” he chuckles, voice dripping with mockery. “Looks like she’s struggling to keep up,” he says with a smirk.

Gunwook’s jaw tightens slightly. You want to turn away, to leave the hall, to escape, but your legs feel heavy, reluctant to move.

He steps towards the two of you to close the space between you and the creep. His grip tightens on the strap of his violin case, knuckles whitening.

“Why don’t you back off?” Gunwook says, voice low but firm. 

The stranger chuckles, trying to mask the sudden shift in mood. “Relax, I’m just joking around.”

You want to believe him, want to laugh it off like it’s nothing, but your heart pounds too loud in your chest, and your hands tremble slightly as you clutch your bag tighter.

Gunwook’s gaze flicks to you, scanning your face. Without a word, he subtly moves closer, positioning himself so that the stranger can’t get past him without stepping over you.

“Are you okay?” the stranger asks, leaning to his right to get a better view of you. 

You don’t answer. You don’t want to speak. You only want to disappear, to melt into the walls of the hallway. The stranger leans forward again, smirking, and you stiffen.

Gunwook’s arm moves like a reflex, shielding you behind his arm. 

The stranger’s smirk fades. “Alright, alright,” he mutters, backing off. “No need to get all serious.”

Gunwook doesn’t relax. His eyes remain locked on the stranger until he finally turns and walks away down the corridor, the sound of his footsteps fading.

Only then does Gunwook turn toward you fully. His expression softens just a fraction, but he doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He doesn’t say a word.

“I gotta go.” You quickly whisper as you break eye contact, and without saying goodbye you rush out of the door, out of the building. 

Gunwook watches your figure, exhaling loudly. His heart is still beating loudly in his chest, but is it because of adrenaline or because of something else?  

Gunwook slumps back against the hallway bench. Zhang Hao leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching him with a hint of amusement.

“There is no way you’re giving up right now,” Zhang Hao says, nudging Gunwook’s leg with the toe of his shoe. “You two had one disagreement and now you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Gunwook doesn’t look up. “It wasn’t just a disagreement,” he mutters.

“Oh right, because no one’s ever stormed out of a rehearsal before,” Zhang Hao deadpans, rolling his eyes. “Come on, man. You’ve dealt with worse partners.”

“This is different.”

Zhang Hao raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Right. Because this time, you actually care.”

Gunwook groans and tips his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes. “It’s not that. I can’t think properly when I’m with her. Whenever she looks at me and makes some absolutely crazy suggestion, I can’t help but feel like I want to comply.”

Zhang Hao straightens, intrigued. “So why don’t you comply with her crazy suggestion?”

Gunwook’s brow furrows. “Because crazy suggestions are crazy suggestions. I would never play the piece like that. It just doesn’t make sense. It goes against everything I’ve learned.”

“And yet you still want to say yes to her.”

Gunwook doesn’t answer, but his silence is enough. Zhang Hao lets out a slow whistle.

“You’re screwed.”

Gunwook finally opens his eyes and looks over. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean it,” Zhang Hao says, this time with more seriousness. “This isn’t just about the music anymore. You’re not used to someone pushing you out of your structure and you hate that you kind of like it.”

Gunwook’s jaw tightens.

“She challenges everything about the way you work, and you’d rather walk away than admit she might be right sometimes.”

Gunwook says nothing. His eyes drift to the far end of the corridor, to the door you had disappeared through yesterday.

He remembers how you looked, furious and tired, but also electric, as if even your anger was laced with passion for the music. He remembers the sting of your words: “I’m not your fucking accompanist.” 

After a long pause, he says quietly, “She’s not going to want to see me.”

“Then show up anyway,” Zhang Hao replies. “You already missed your chance to stop her from walking away once.”

Minju shifts on the bed, propping her head up with one hand as she watches you pace across the room. 

You stop in front of her desk, pressing your palms into its surface. “Minju, I can’t work like this. He acts like I’m an unpredictable storm he’s forced to survive.”

She smiles, unfazed. “Well, to be fair, you kind of are.”

You groan and fall onto the chair beside her bed, burying your face in your hands. “He doesn’t even try to meet me halfway. I suggest something new, just one change and he shuts it down. It’s like he’s terrified of playing it any other way than the way it’s written.”

You peek through your fingers, voice muffled. “He’s also smart, talented, and driven, and I hate that I respect him even when I’m mad.”

She chews thoughtfully on a chip, then asks, “How far are you guys with the piece?”

“Well, I’m done,” you say, sitting up straighter. “I wrote down all my ideas. I practiced every single section. I know how I want it to sound. Honestly, I hear it in my head all the time now, like a curse.”

Minju raises a brow. “Sounds like you’re married to it.”

You toss a chip at her, and she dodges, laughing. “We’re nowhere near performing together, though. Every time we play, it’s like we’re forcing our instruments to speak different languages.”

“So the only problem is your personalities,” she concludes.

“I guess.” You pause. “The weirdest thing happened yesterday, though.”

Minju perks up. “Weird how?”

You pull your legs onto the chair and wrap your arms around them, hugging your knees. “After the fight I stormed out. And I was just sitting outside, trying not to cry in public, and this guy from freshman year came up to me. I didn’t even know his name, but he gave me this weird vibe.”

Minju frowns. “And?”

“Gunwook came out of the room. And the moment he saw what was happening, he stepped in. He didn’t even ask what was going on. Just stood between us and made it clear the guy should leave.”

Minju sits up straighter now. “Wait, after the fight?”

You nod, eyes fixed on the carpet. “Yeah, like five minutes after I told him to figure it out on his own. He still came out and helped me.”

Minju’s voice is soft. “That doesn’t sound weird to me.”

You look over at her, confused. “Really?”

She smiles. “He clearly still respects you. Maybe even admires you a little more than he lets on.”

You stay quiet for a moment. “Do you think I was too harsh?” you finally ask.

Minju shrugs. “Maybe. But you’re not wrong. This isn’t about winning an argument. It’s about learning how to make music together, not just at the same time.”

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “Why does music have to be so dramatic?”

Minju laughs. “Because musicians are dramatic, and apparently, very bad at feelings.”

The hallway outside the classroom buzzes with noise. Chairs scraping against the floor, students calling out to one another, the sound of someone’s ringtone. You keep your eyes down, weaving between people to quickly make it out of the room. 

The argument still plays on loop in your mind. You haven’t gone back to the practice rooms since. You don’t notice the figure rounding the corner until it’s too late.

A sudden impact sends a jolt through your shoulder as you collide into someone. 

“Oh my god, I—” You take a step back. Your heart stops when you realize who it is.

Gunwook.

He’s standing in front of you, holding a folder to his chest, brows slightly raised in surprise. 

You freeze.

He blinks. “Hey.”

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. Finally, you manage a quiet, “Hi.”

You both glance at the mess of papers scattered across the hallway floor. Students step over them carelessly, too busy in their own conversations to notice. For a moment, neither of you moves.

Then, almost in sync, you both kneel.

Your hands meet on the same sheet. The tips of his fingers brush lightly against yours before you both pull back, too quickly, like you’ve been shocked. You focus on collecting the pages, fingers moving just a little faster than necessary.

He clears his throat. “I should really stop walking while holding loose papers.”

You pass him a stack. A faint smile ghosts on his lips. When he stands up, you do too, brushing dust off your clothes.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, eyes scanning your face.

“You haven’t been in the practice rooms,” he adds after a beat.

You nod once. “I prefer practicing at home.”

He presses his lips into a line. “Same.”

There is another pause. He shifts the papers in his hands, gaze dropping to the floor for a second before returning to yours.

“I’ve been meaning to say something,” he begins, voice a bit more careful now. “About what happened.”

You wait.

“I was harsh. I didn’t listen. You tried to bring ideas, and I shut them down without even giving them a chance.” He looks down at his notes. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. That this is a duet and that it’s not about control.”

“I’ve played a lot of music,” he continues, “but I don’t think I’ve ever played with someone who made me question the way I hear things.”

You fiddle with your phone as you listen to him open his heart to you. 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like an accompanist,” he says softly. “You’re not. You never were.”

“I’m not good at this whole collaboration thing. I’m not good at letting go of what I think is right. That doesn’t mean I didn’t respect you.”

You study him, his eyes full of sincerity and the way he clutches his folder like it’s the only thing keeping his hands steady.

You believe him.

“I don’t want to give up this piece,” you say quietly.

“I don’t want that either.”

You’re both still standing in the middle of the hallway, the crowd thinning as most students begin to trickle toward the stairwell. You glance toward the exit, then back at him.

“So what now?” you ask, a small, uncertain smile tugging at the edge of your mouth.

He shifts his bag higher on his shoulder. “I was actually heading to the café. My violin is in the lockers near the practice rooms.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I want to come?”

He shrugs, a hint of playfulness finally breaking through the tension. “Well, I wouldn’t complain if I bumped into you and you showed me your ideas over some coffee.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face betrays you. 

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” 

The café is quieter than usual for a Friday afternoon. You sit across from Gunwook at a small table in a corner.

You stir your drink absently, watching the froth on the coffee. Gunwook’s elbow is propped on the table, his fingers skimming the rim of his cup, but you catch the way his eyes flick toward you when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Neither of you speaks for a moment.

Then, finally, you slide a small folder across the table.

“My notes,” you say simply, though your voice is quieter than usual. “On the Prokofiev. I’ve been writing down stuff since we started practicing. It’s what I was trying to do during our last practice even though you absolutely hated it.”

He doesn't reach for the folder immediately. His gaze lingers on it, thoughtful. Then he looks up at you.

“You kept working on this?” he asks.

You shrug. “It’s not like I ever stopped hearing it in my head.”

He opens the folder, carefully, like it’s something delicate. His brows draw together slightly as he flips through the pages. Lines of annotations in pencil, sketches of rhythm variations, even notes like ‘waayy faster’ are scribbled next to one section.

“I’m sorry,” Gunwook says then. It comes out low and clear. “Not just for what I said. For how I made you feel. I know I can be a lot, especially in rehearsal.”

You look at him, startled by the directness. “I wasn’t exactly graceful either. I should’ve tried harder to explain myself. I guess I just kept thinking you didn’t care what I thought.”

“I do.” He lifts his eyes to meet yours. “I cared way too much, and I didn’t know how to show it without trying to control everything.”

Something softens in your chest at that. You tilt your head. “Is that your way of admitting I was right?”

His lips twitch, and he sighs dramatically. “Unfortunately, yes.”

You both laugh this time, and something about the sound seems to reset the room, easing the tension.

Gunwook taps a finger on one of your notes. “This one, what do you want to do with this part?”

“I imagined it like a conversation, but not a calm one. Like two people arguing with notes instead of words. At the end there’s still harmony in it, like they reached an understanding, even if it was a messy one.”

His eyes flick up to yours again, and for a second, neither of you says anything. But you know he understands. You can see it in the way his expression softens, in how he leans slightly closer across the table.

“I like that,” he says. “I want to try it your way.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiles, a little crooked this time. “Even if it’s a crazy suggestion.”

“You mean especially because it’s a crazy suggestion.”

He laughs. “Right. That.”

For a while, the two of you go through the rest of the notes together. You explain where you imagined slowing down or pushing forward, what you think would sound better for the violin part. 

Gunwook listens more than he speaks, but when he does speak, it’s thoughtful, engaged. He points out where your ideas could fit naturally with the way he’s been playing, and where they could challenge him in a good way.

It feels like the kind of collaboration you were hoping for all along. 

Gunwook leans back in his chair, stretching slightly. “You know,” he says, “I wasn’t kidding when I said your ideas got stuck in my head. I played it your way once. Just to see.”

You blink. “You did?”

He nods. “It sounded chaotic. But it was quite interesting.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

He grins. “Of course it was.”

Then, a little hesitantly, Gunwook speaks again. “Do you want to, uhm, maybe stay a bit longer? We could try going over some of the phrasing again?”

You consider it for a moment. His ears are a little pink, and he’s not quite meeting your eyes. It’s as if he’s suddenly turned all shy.

You nod. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

His face relaxes, and the small smile returns.

As you pull the folder back toward you and start flipping to the next page, your fingers brush his lightly.

Neither of you pulls away immediately.

And while neither of you says anything about it, the two of you can feel it in the air. This duet is turning into something more than music.

The performance hall is silent.

You stand behind the curtain, heart beating fast but steady. You’ve practiced the opening notes of Prokofiev’s Violin Sonata No. 2 in D Major so many times that you’re convinced you could play it asleep.

Beside you, Gunwook adjusts the collar of his shirt, then flexes his fingers once, twice, like he’s shaking something off. There’s a glimmer of nervousness in his eyes.

He glances over. “You ready?”

You give a small nod. “Are you?”

He lets out a soft huff of a laugh. “With you there? Yeah.”

Before you can reply, the stage director calls the two of you on stage. The stage stretches out before you, the lights soft and golden. Applause greets the two of you loudly. 

Gunwook walks first, bow in hand, violin tucked securely under his arm. You follow, your shoes quiet against the wood. As you settle in front of the piano and place your fingers above the keys, there’s a moment where your eyes meet.

And then, it begins.

It’s exactly like the two of you have practiced. The same familiarity of the piece washing over you. It’s like you’re back in the practice room with Gunwook again. 

You let yourself lean into the unexpected comfort of playing a piece you know inside out. A piece with phrasing you and Gunwook came up with. 

On stage, with everyone watching, the piece feels even more like it was made for the two of you. 

And you know he hears it too.

When it ends, the crowd is silent for a few seconds. You look over to Gunwook, who gives you a slightly confused look, before the applause breaks out. 

Your eyes meet your teachers’, who look at you with a look you’ve never seen before. 

You stand up from your spot and stop once you’re standing right next to him. The two of you bow. 

Gunwook turns toward you, and you toward him. His eyes are wide, lit with something you’ve only seen once before, during that rehearsal when you both actually smiled at the chaos of the piece. This time, though, the smile doesn’t stop at his mouth. It reaches his whole face.

You both walk offstage, the adrenaline still buzzing through your fingers.

Backstage is quiet, save for a few techs and students from other duets whispering about the performance.

You’re about to head for your things when Gunwook says your name.

You stop.

He steps toward you slowly. He looks extremely nervous, as if he’s about to go on stage. 

“I’ve been thinking about something since the day you walked out.”

You look at him, eyebrows slightly raised.

“I didn’t understand what this duet really was at first,” he says. “I thought it was about control. But every time we practiced, you kept pulling the music somewhere new. Somewhere I didn’t expect.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I hated it, because it meant letting go. It made me feel things I didn’t plan for.”

His gaze lifts to meet yours fully.

“But it also made the music better. You made it better. And I couldn’t admit it, when I realized I wasn’t just playing for the grade. I was playing for you. With you.”

Your chest tightens. 

“I was scared that if I let myself follow where you led, I’d lose everything I’ve once learned about music.” His voice softens. “But now I think I’ve gained something I didn’t even know I wanted.”

There is silence once again. He steps closer, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his breathing.

“So, if you’ll let me, I’d like to play with you again. Not just for school and for exams. But because you make me want to play. Because—” he hesitates for only a moment “—because I think I like you.”

For a second, the only sound is the distant murmur of the audience still chatting in the hall.

“You think?” You tease with a smile on your face. 

He exhales, laughing under his breath. “I know.”

You tilt your head slightly, something playful in your eyes. “Good. Because I didn’t go through all that fighting and storming out just for an uncertain confession.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Of course you’d make me work for it.”

You lean in, just enough for your shoulders to brush.

“Gunwook?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, let’s pick something even harder.”

He grins. “As long as it’s with you.”

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MORE BOXER GUNWOOK I BEGGGGGGGGGGGG IM RIPPING MY HAIR OUT LOSING MY MIND RNNN

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author's note. hehe you ask you shall receive!! also wrote it for @slytherinshua bc i enjoy making u lose ur mind :D

warnings. not a warning really but it’s specified it’s fem!reader that loves pink, lowkey a pilates princess if you will; violence mention n just,, its boxer gunwook so its related to that; sohee/jiwoong/hanbin cameo + slight jealousy. ALSO this is a continuation of this but it can be read separately c:

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“seriously?” jiwoong scoffed and halted his movement. gunwook used that to his advantage, landing a sharp punch in the older’s chest. 

only after doing that, he turned his head to where jiwoong was facing. 

and instantly a smile broke out on his intensely focused face dripping with sweat. 

“hi baby!” you yelled out and waved your hand. 

what jiwoong reaction meant was probably the ridiculousness of this situation (well, he always joked a bit about your relationship – gunwook being the violent boxer, and you being the embodiment of pink sunshine). 

your whole outfit was pastel pink, even your mat and water bottle. gunwook’s eyes also noticed the little bow on your tied hair.

“i hope i’m not interrupting! wookie said i could use the gym anytime so here i am. don’t mind me, boys” you hummed and gunwook felt jiwoong’s burning gaze on his face.

“’wookie’? seriously?” the older teased and came back to his fighting posture. 

“you’re just jealous, you’re single as fuck” gunwook grunted and also kept his stance, observing you with a corner of his eye. 

you were just putting on your pink headphones with hello kitty stickers on them. 

it was rather amusing, he had to admit. the image of you, all sweet and sugary in a pink outfit, in this obscurely messy (and probably stinky) place. filled with gym rats, and not a single hint of pink anywhere. 

“focus, park. i know you want to fly to your barbie doll like a puppy in love but you still have a training to finish” jiwoong hissed harshly, throwing a direct punch at his pupil. 

gunwook just grunted and ducked in the last second, keeping distance. 

but he couldn’t quite focus, to be frank. your sudden visit just made him so happy and he just wanted to have you in his arms and– 

wait. 

why is that guy approaching you? 

“snap back!” jiwoong raised his tone but only the punch landed on gunwook’s collarbone made him realize that. 

he took a few steps back from the impact, eyes glued to you. and sohee. 

this idiot. why did even hanbin bring him here? and why is he talking to you– 

a painful hit coming to a contact with his jaw. gunwook lost balance and fell on the floor with a slam, causing you to turn around. 

there was worry in your eyes, ready to approach him but he just shook his head and quickly stood back up. 

“jealousy is a disease, get well soon” jiwoong snickered and patted his back “go sort this guy out and come back. take that as a break, maybe then you will focus” 

gunwook sent him a boyish smile and left the boxing ring, hand glued to his jaw. 

“i saw that, my poor baby” you whined as soon as you saw him approaching and walked up to him, cupping his face. 

you took care of him many times, countless nights spent on bandaging and cleaning his wounds. 

gunwook melted upon your touch, the adrenaline rush coming off of him. then, he eyed sohee up and down. 

“don’t you have training to finish? where’s hanbin?” your boyfriend hissed and you just sent him a shocked look. 

“you’re younger than me, gunwook. stop bossing around” sohee frowned and crossed his arms “i was just being polite and said hello to your girl”

“exactly, my girl–” gunwook’s next words were muffled because you squished his cheeks roughly, preventing his lips from moving. 

“i apologize, sohee. wookie can sometimes be a little mean” you smiled sweetly and saw the amusement in the guy’s eyes.

“’wookie’?” he repeated with a mocking smile and shook his head “it’s fine, y/n. i’ll go back to training now, have a good one!”

you let gunwook’s face go and waved at sohee. before you could even register him waving back, gunwook placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“hi” he grinned like an idiot, clearly happy that you two are alone now” 

“hi, mr boxer. how was your day? did you kick some ass?” you asked, tucking a strand of his hair away from his eyes. it stocked to his forehead because of the sweat but you weren’t grossed out. 

“mhm. jiwoong is gonna be all sore tomorrow” he hummed and adored your face. you looked so cute “do you need me to help you with warming up?” 

your brows shot up in surprise. 

“do you have the time? i’m pretty sure you were in the middle of–” you started and gunwook leaned closer, lips brushing against yours. his hands rested on your hips.

“grandpa can wait” he whispered, obviously having jiwoong in mind. 

you chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on his chapped lips. 

gunwook helped you stretch a bit at first, occasionally eyeing sohee angrily through the mirror on the wall. 

his hands were guiding you softly, gentle touches fixing your position. 

jiwoong looked at you two from the corner of the gym with an amused smile. 

“he acts so rough and rebellious but look at him, hearts in his eyes as he’s so careful with her” his coach cooed and hanbin, who was next to him, nodded. 

“they are such a cute couple” 

and it was true; gunwook used to be an illegal boxer, almost everyday risking his life for some adrenaline and underground fame. you knew about it but that didn’t stop your heart from hurting whenever he came home all bruised up. 

one day you two decided to put this to a halt: it was slowly eating your relationship alive. 

gunwook decided to become a professional boxer, seek legal training and slow down with the championships and weekly fights. 

he was rough, it was like second nature to him. but with you he was always gentle, as if scared to break you in half. 

one maybe wouldn’t notice but jiwoong, who has been training the younger for a while now, certainly saw it. not only now but in general, you had a good influence on him.

so why not let the kid goof around for a little longer before dragging him back to practice? 

“c’mon, five more” gunwook encouraged you and all of a sudden warming up became an actual training. 

he was gently holding your ankles, playful smile on his lips, as you were laying on the ground. you’ve already done twenty crunches but he knew you could do five more. 

“one crunch one kiss” you mumbled and he nodded with a grin. 

with such a motivation, you managed to pull up and met his lips halfway. erupting into giggles when you laid back, you couldn’t help but adore his smile too. 

“i think i might start using that method as well” gunwook clicked his tongue and you did the second one. 

“but you work out here, not at home. and im rarely here” you teased and your back met the ground again. “will you do it with jiwoong? or maybe sohee?”

“just hurry up and do the third one” he grunted and you did, pecking his soft lips. he spoke up after you pulled back “fair point though, i might just start warming up at home” 

you tried to catch your breath, your stomach muscles near giving up. 

“come on, two more” your boyfriend tilted his head, sneaky smirk on his features. 

you rolled your eyes and gathered your strength: with a swift move you moved forward, almost bumping into his nose. gunwook chuckled quietly and started drawing circles on your ankles with his fingers. 

“last one, baby. you’ve got this” he hummed, brown eyes shining with enthusiasm. 

and you did. with a dramatic groan you pulled back up and met his lips, this time kissing him a little more passionately. gunwook’s hand sneaked up and squeezed your knee, deepening the kiss. 

“gross, absolutely gross. and trust me, i have seen a lot taking place in this gym. chop, chop, wookie. back to training” jiwoong’s voice boomed above you and you pulled away, flustered. 

gunwook full on ignored his coach, though. he just kept staring at you with a wide smile. 

seeing you all blushing, in the place he couldn’t imagine his life without, doing what he loves… with you by your side. it was a good decision to give up illegal boxing. besides, he gets to see you more often–

“now” before gunwook realized, jiwoong was pulling him up by his shirt. 

“just go train and wrap up early. we can continue our training at home” you mumbled and saw his cocky smile before jiwoong dragged him to the ring again. 

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Loyal To The Core

Word Count: 384 Summary:“What kind of guard dog would I be if I let something happen to you?” You groaned. “You’re not actually a guard dog, Gunwook.” Pairing: Gunwook X Reader

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Gunwook had always been protective. It was in his nature—wired into his bones, running through his blood like an instinct he never questioned. So when it came to you, his protective streak wasn’t just a habit. It was a duty.

And he wore that duty like armor.

You never asked for a guard dog, but Gunwook had assigned himself the role without hesitation. If anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, he was there. If someone got too close, his presence alone was enough to make them rethink their life choices.

“Gunwook, I can handle myself,” you told him once, exasperated, after he stepped in between you and a guy who had been pestering you for your number.

Gunwook had just given you a look—one of those steady, unreadable ones before scoffing, “Yeah? And what if you couldn’t?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue further. It was useless. Gunwook didn’t do things halfway. If he decided you needed protecting, then that was final.

Tonight was no different. The two of you were walking home from a late-night convenience store run when you noticed a group of guys loitering near the alleyway. They weren’t doing anything outright suspicious, but something about them made your skin crawl.

You didn’t even have to say anything. Gunwook noticed the way your steps slowed, how your fingers gripped the plastic bag just a little tighter.

Without missing a beat, he shifted closer, his arm subtly nudging you behind him as his shoulders squared. His usual laid-back demeanor melted away, replaced with something firm—unyielding.

The guys took one look at him—his broad frame, the sharp warning in his eyes—and immediately decided you weren’t worth the trouble.

As they slinked off, you let out a breath. “You didn’t have to—”

Gunwook shot you a look.

“I did, actually,” he said simply. “What kind of guard dog would I be if I let something happen to you?”

You groaned. “You’re not actually a guard dog, Gunwook.”

He smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You shook your head, but secretly, you didn’t mind. Because in a world full of uncertainty, having someone who was willing to stand between you and danger without hesitation?

That was rare. And maybe, just maybe—you were a little grateful that Gunwook had chosen to be yours.

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out now! STRUNG TOGETHER ! ─── park gunwook

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❪ one-shot, violinist!gunwook, pianist!fem!reader, strangers to lovers ❫

park gunwook lives for classical music and his violin. when his final exam is turns out to be a duet, he grows anxious about how well he's able to perform with a pianist he has never met before. with only one month to practice, will things turn out for the worse or better?