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[nikibae]

my peace — lookism gun ff

lookism park jong geon × childhood friend

authors note: um idk I just woke up and wrote this LOL. super random and not edited. not much of a storyline either. tried to make it somewhat cannon, but . . . IDK OKAY. just enjoy <3

the two grew up together.

while yang jihan excitedly ran around her backyard in a princess-like dress, making up fairytale stories with happy endings, park jong geon (or gun) would stand in place wherever the girl directs him, as he somehow finds himself in the tangles of her imaginations. there would be times where gun would play a tree, or a palace guard, or even a peasant (he almost said no to this). but times where he would be tasked to act as her prince were times where he suddenly didn't mind being her play-thing for the day. then the sun would go down, her parents would send her in, and send gun home next door, and the whole thing would repeat throughout their childhood memories.

soon they grew up, entering middle school and starting life with a mind of their own. jihan stood out amongst their class, gaining favor and popularity from her peers due to her delicate and sweet nature that seemed to exactly match the pretty features she had grown into. gun stood out as well, though for all the wrong reasons. the fights began happening more frequently, and getting into some sort of trouble everyday had become routine. gun hated school, hated the teachers, hated the people — but if he stopped going, who would walk with jihan to school and home? gun had began unconsciously looking forward to their 7 minutes of peace everyday — where it was just the two of them, like before. no loud teachers, no one trying to pick a fight, no one trying to get attention from jihan. just the two of them.

she would often scold him during these walks.

"just because he looks at you weird doesn't mean you have to get up and punch him."

"do you even have a backpack? where do you put all your books?"

gun didn't mind in the slightest. they seemed to live different worlds in school, and gun wouldn't dare interrupt her talking if it meant not hearing her voice again for the rest of the day.

more growing up happened, and jihan had to leave in the middle of highschool.

"what? why?" gun didn't get it. he didn't want to get it. if she's not here anymore, what's the point of going to school?

"my dad got a job somewhere else gun. it's okay, I'll call you. you'll answer right?"

gun always answered.

for nights, they would get lost in time, spiraling into their own world.

but gun had a life ahead of him, a life that he didn't see coming.

things got bad when she left. whether it was her departure that set things off, gun often wondered. but the lies over the phone about his whereabouts became more frequent, until guilt swallowed him so much he stopped answering.

eventually she stopped calling.

now it's the last year of highschool — gun was dangerous, involved with all the wrong people, and lost himself almost completely. he still went to school. the smallest memory of her he had left kept him there.

he laid his head down on his desk, completely oblivious to the chatter that suddenly bubbled in the room.

"remember? she left at our 2nd year but she's back!"

gun was about to snooze off completely when a hand lands a blow on the back of his head, and the room goes silent.

immediately he sits up, eyes narrowed and ready for the first fight of the day.

but he stops. he thinks he's dreaming as yang jihan looks down at him with her arms crossed and eyes angry.

the tension in his body leaves.

"class hasn't even started yet and you're already asleep!? also what's with your uniform? are you a thug?"

he doesn't flinch as she moves her hands to the unbuttoned parts of his longsleeve. he keeps his eyes on the surreal girl infront of him. she wears the same colored uniform as he does, signaling that she's back and here to stay. her hands land softly at the top of his head when she finishes buttoning his uniform. her eyes are now sad, and tears threaten to fall. gun hates himself even more upon the sight.

"why'd you stop answering?"

he didn't know how to answer the question.

his life was a mess, yet he wanted nothing more than to be selfish and drag her in — to tell her everything, to tell her what hurt and why, to tell her how lost he is, to beg her to stay, beg her to continue being his peace.

at that moment, gun decided to act on this selfishness.

he often wondered what jihan's life would have been like had he pushed her away the day she came back.

but nothing seemed to matter when he would get home years later, bloody and tired, and find his princess sleeping peacefully on his bed. he would sit and watch her, his hands gently coming up to play with her hair. eventually she would wake up and immediately panic at the sight of his body. they would then spend all night in the bathroom, laughing together as she tended to his wounds, sharing stories of how their day went. gun would not leave out a single detail about who he had met, what fight broke out and where — as he made her a promise of complete honesty the day he dragged her away.

that day, he also made a promise to himself, that if she ever wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop her.

end

[nikibae]

random bestfriend!jake thing.

idk how posting on tumblr works. never done this before, pls be kind.

only wrote this bc I can't sleep and I'm bored :P absolutely no direction. no context. no plot. just random.

bestfriend!jake × reader

"wow, finally. what took you so long?"

jake doesn't wait for you to invite him in as he pushed past through your front door, leaving you to roll your eyes.

"I was sleeping, jake. like a person would be at 12:30 in the morning." you rubbed your eyes and closed the door through yawns, realizing that the boy probably did not even hear you as he was too deep into your home already. you trudged your way back to your bedroom, finding jake laying on his back comfortably on your bed, his arms over his eyes and his chest rising and falling slowly. "move, dumbass."

you get back underneath your blankets turning away from and forcing your bestfriend to roll over until he reached the other edge of your bed and then slipping beneath the warmth as well. you were on the brink of falling asleep once more, when his voice from behind you filled the quiet night.

"let's get married if we're still single by the time we're thirty-something."

ah, so girl issues is the reason for this visit.

"yea?" you replied with your eyes closed. though you appeared uninterested and pretty much asleep (half true) you wondered in your mind if he had been seeing someone recently to cause the upbringing of such a random statement. no matter how hard you racked your brain, you couldn't remember him ever mentioning anyone.

"yea." he mirrored.

a few seconds of silence passed before you spoke again.

"what happened? what are you doing here?" you asked. though it sounded like a complaint, you both knew that it couldn't be further from being one. it had become quite the routine for him to crash at your place ever so often, ever since he had moved in with his group of friends, whom he incorrectly underestimated when it came to roommate habits.

"no reason. couldn't sleep I guess? felt lonely or something."

jake was never one to voice his emotions clearly, afraid of being a burden or being told that he was wrong to feel what he was feeling. he tries though, and every bit of effort you receive from him touches a spot in your heart.

"I don't know. feel like all my roommates are getting cuffed up. I know it doesn't matter or whatever but I'm starting to feel left out. . ." he ended with a sigh, and you immediately knew he felt stupid for saying such things.

"yea," you reassured. "I know what you mean."

silence filled the air once more, before you felt the mattress behind you dip further as his warm presence came closer. jake doesn't stop until his chest is pressed against your back and his hand snakes around your waist, engulfing you with his chin rested above your head. once again, this had become a completely normal (which you often wondered if that was normal) interaction between the two of you as years of friendship have led you to find how physically needy the boy next to you was— not in a sensual way, but in a need-for-comfort way. just the warmth.

"goodnight y/n."