Pairings: Kim Gun-woo x Reader (f)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.5k-ish
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: jealous!gunwoo, protective!gunwoo, bodyguard dynamics, safehouse trope, mutual pining, possessiveness, baek jeong mention, soft!gunwoo, kissing, implicit smut if you squint, action & romance, bloodhounds plot
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After Baek Jeong’s men ambush one of the team’s routes, everyone is forced into hiding at a remote cabin outside Seoul. Gun-woo becomes increasingly unbearable about your safety, hovering around you like breathing depends on it. Things only get worse after another man throws himself in front of a knife to protect you… and Gun-woo realizes he hates the idea of someone else being able to.
Enjoy!
Rain hammered against the cabin windows that night, heavy enough to swallow the forest surrounding the safehouse whole.
Inside, however, the tension felt worse than the storm itself. The cabin arranged for the team sat hidden far outside Seoul after Baek Jeong’s men ambushed one of their routes earlier that evening. Everyone made it out alive, barely, but the attack confirmed something none of them wanted to admit aloud: Baek Jeong was getting closer.
Gun-woo had been unbearable about it the entire mission.
Not officially, though. Nobody told him to stay glued to your side; not Woo-jin, not Mr. Moon, and definitely not you. You were part of the team too. You could fight, you could shoot, and you had survived worse long before him.
But still, Gun-woo hovered around you like breathing depended on it. His hand constantly found the small of your back whenever crowds got too tight. He walked slightly ahead of you during routes, always checking corners first. Every time someone unfamiliar looked at you too long, his expression darkened almost immediately.
And you noticed every single thing. You found it adorable.
Earlier that afternoon, after he nearly shoved a man away for brushing too closely past you during the escape route, you finally laughed.
“Gun-woo,” you teased while jogging beside him through the rain-soaked alleyway, “are you my bodyguard now?”
Gun-woo didn’t even glance your way. “No.”
You smiled instantly. “Really? Because you almost killed that taxi driver with your eyes.”
“He was too close.”
“He bumped into me accidentally.”
“He still touched you.” The answer came out so quickly that even Gun-woo seemed caught off guard by himself, the tips of his ears reddening almost immediately.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling harder. Because despite his broad shoulders, bruised knuckles, and terrifying punches, Gun-woo had always been disastrously transparent when it came to you.
Unfortunately for him, you noticed everything. Unfortunately for you, you were already completely in love with him. And that was becoming a serious problem.
-
The ambush happened less than an hour later. It was fast, violent, and chaotic.
One black SUV suddenly swerved across the road while headlights exploded through the rain from behind. Then came the shouting. Men flooding out from both sides. Gunshots. Pipes. Knives glinting beneath the streetlights.
Gun-woo shoved you behind him immediately while Woo-jin cursed somewhere nearby, throwing punches fast enough to crack teeth.
Everything blurred together afterward. Rainwater mixed with blood across the pavement while bodies collided violently beneath flickering streetlights. You barely had time to react before one of Baek Jeong’s men rushed toward you from the side, knife raised high.
But someone moved first, Min-jae. One of the newer men working with Mr. Moon’s team.
He threw himself directly between you and the blade without hesitation, the knife tearing across his side instead.
Your eyes widened instantly. “Min-jae!”
Gun-woo froze for half a second after hearing your voice, then he looked over and saw your hands grabbing Min-jae immediately, trying to steady him while blood soaked through his shirt. Even injured, Min-jae still positioned himself protectively in front of you.
And Gun-woo understood something ugly right then. As a man, he knew exactly why another man would move like that.
Nobody throws themselves in front of a knife unless feelings are involved.
Something twisted painfully inside his chest. Fear.
Because suddenly, Gun-woo realized someone else could protect you too, and he hated how much that thought suffocated him.
-
By the time everyone reached the cabin later that night, exhaustion hung heavily across every room.
Mr. Moon and Woo-jin discussed routes upstairs while Min-jae disinfected his injury near the fireplace downstairs. You stayed beside him helping quietly, handing over gauze and alcohol while checking whether the wound needed stitches.
Gun-woo sat farther across the room in complete silence, and Woo-jin noticed immediately.
“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath while watching Gun-woo stare toward the fireplace. “He’s jealous.”
Min Beom looked up briefly. “Who?”
Woo-jin pointed subtly toward Gun-woo.
Gun-woo looked seconds away from beating someone unconscious.
Unfortunately, every time Min-jae quietly asked if you were okay or thanked you for helping him, Gun-woo’s expression darkened further. Until eventually he stood up abruptly and disappeared into the kitchen without a word.
Woo-jin watched him leave before glancing toward you, then toward Min-jae, then back toward you again.
“Oh, this is bad.”
-
The kitchen remained dim except for the warm light above the stove. Gun-woo stood near the sink pretending to drink water while internally trying not to lose his mind.
You entered quietly a minute later.
He heard you immediately but refused to turn around.
“You’re being mean,” you said softly from the doorway.
Gun-woo tightened his grip around the glass. “I’m tired.”
“You almost ripped Woo-jin’s head off for asking where the medicine kit was.”
Silence filled the kitchen for a moment while rain battered against the windows.
Then finally: “You should stay near him then.”
Your brows pulled together immediately. “…What?”
“That guy.”
Gun-woo finally turned toward you, jaw tense. “He seems good at protecting you.”
There it was. Jealousy. Raw and impossible to hide anymore.
Your chest tightened so painfully you almost smiled by accident. Because this was Gun-woo. Sweet, painfully reserved Gun-woo who swallowed every feeling whole instead of speaking it aloud.
And now he looked genuinely wounded by you.
You stepped closer slowly. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“You look miserable.”
“That’s your fault.” The answer slipped out before he could stop it, and your heart nearly exploded.
Gun-woo looked away immediately afterward, frustrated with himself.
“You scared me today,” he admitted quietly.
That changed everything, and your teasing softened instantly. “Gun-woo…”
“I didn’t like watching him touch you,” he continued, voice rougher now. “I didn’t like watching you look at him after he got hurt for you.”
Because beneath the jealousy, beneath the irritation and possessiveness, he sounded terrified. Like he genuinely thought he could lose you.
You reached for his hand carefully. Then, after seeing him welcome your touch without hesitation, your fingers slowly moved to the side of his face.
You fought the urge to smile from ear to ear.
And the moment his head leaned gently into your hand, something inside you gave out completely.
You pulled him toward you suddenly by the belt, and he immediately reciprocated, one of his hands gripping your waist while his mouth crashed against yours hard enough to steal your breath away.
The kiss felt desperate immediately. Like weeks of restraint finally collapsing all at once.
You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
A soft gasp escaped you against his lips while your fingers tangled into the fabric of his fitted grey shirt. Gun-woo backed you slowly against the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss once.
“I .. hated it,” he admitted shakily between kisses. “I hated watching someone else protect you.”
Your chest ached painfully, as you cupped his face gently and whispered back, “I only wanted you. I’ve always only wanted you.”
Gun-woo froze completely at the reassurance. Then his forehead dropped against yours while his breathing turned uneven.
“You can’t say things like that,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because I already can’t think straight around you.”
Your stomach flipped violently at the confession before he kissed you again, slower and deeper this time.
One of his hands slid beneath your thigh before lifting you easily onto the counter, settling himself between your knees while your breathing completely fell apart.
The cabin remained awake outside the kitchen, only one wall separating you from the others. Voices echoed faintly through the hallway. Anybody could walk in.
That danger only made the tension worse.
Gun-woo pulled back briefly and stared softly into your eyes before gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“Tell me to stop.” You shook your head immediately, and that nearly destroyed him.
His lips trailed slowly down your neck afterward while your fingers disappeared through his soft hair. Every breath against your skin made your chest tighten harder.
Then movement appeared near the kitchen entrance. Min-jae.
Stopping mid-step after realizing what he walked into.
Gun-woo noticed immediately, and instead of pulling away, something possessive darkened in his eyes.
His hand tightened slightly against your thigh before he deliberately pulled you closer against him again, his mouth brushing slowly against your throat while his gaze locked directly onto Min-jae’s stunned face.
Clear enough for any man to understand.
She’s with me.
Min-jae looked away first and mumbled an awkward apology before disappearing quickly back down the hallway.
Your face burned instantly as you gently pushed Gun-woo away after hearing Min-jae’s hurried footsteps disappear.
“Gun-woo!”
But he only buried his face quietly into your neck afterward, both hands spread against the counter around you, exhaustion finally replacing the adrenaline.
And when he spoke again, his voice sounded almost shy beneath everything else.
“…He needed to know.”
