𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you catch your boyfriend smoking in the attempts of trying to cope with the feeling of guilt that’s eating at him
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst.ᐟ fluff ending.ᐟ mention of smoking as a coping mechanism.ᐟ season two events [lowkey spoilers for ep 1-3].ᐟ canon typical violence.ᐟ
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k
you abruptly jolted out of yet another nightmare, the whole situation with the IKFC bad guys has been giving you constant nightmares – mostly about gunwoo getting hurt.. or killed.
the videos you’ve watched from the illegal website of the brutal fights terrified you, how can people possibly pay to see guys fight to the death. no amount of money was worth someone’s life.
and knowing that those awful people want your boyfriend gunwoo to fight to the death made your stomach turn. it made you physically sick.
you took a deep breath in and out, turning to gunwoo’s side of the bed only to find it empty. the room was dark and quiet, almost too quiet.
a red light lit up in your head. anxiety rising in an instant, for weeks you and the rest haven’t felt safe anywhere, even in the hotel rooms provided to you by his dear friend, minbeom.
you jerked out of bed as soon as you noticed the time on the alarm clock – two in the morning. gunwoo should be asleep at this hour considering his healthy lifestyle routine.
food, sleep, exercise – doing everything to stay in his best form, especially now with gangsters on your tail.
deep down you were praying that he only went to the bathroom or something, but once you called out his name, knocking on the bathroom door to no response, your heart started racing.
“babe? gunwoo?” your voice shook, you opened the bathroom to find it dark and empty, just like the bed.
your instincts told you to look out the window, and you weren’t going to ignore them, not when it came to the safety of your boyfriend, or his family.
you moved quick, wasting no time. pulling the definitely expensive blackout curtains out of the way, at first you got a scare, seeing someone standing outside on the balcony.
but you quickly recognised that it’s just gunwoo. you let out a sigh of relief, but the feeling doesn’t stay long with you as you noticed him surrounded by the smoke he exhaled.
you caught your boyfriend gunwoo smoking cigarettes? something he always avoided with a ten foot pole? what was going on here, you thought to yourself. he didn’t even want to be around woojin attempting to smoke the cigar after winning the championship.
you opened the glass balcony door to join him on the balcony, slightly startling him as he obviously didn’t expect anyone to join him, especially at this hour.
“babe, what on earth are you doing?!” you closed the door behind you and walked up to him. stepping closer to the smell of tobacco that clouded around him, and now you.
gunwoo’s first instinct was to hide the cigarette behind him like a kid, then to maybe throw it out. he looked down at the ground with shame, he knew what he was doing wasn’t good for him, he always prioritised his health.
“since when does the box champion kim gunwoo smoke?” you added, gently placing your hand on his arm, trying to get him to look you in the eye.
gunwoo sighed, “i know it’s not an excuse but… it’s just been so stressful lately..” he looked down at the cigarette between his fingers before throwing it out.
“i know it has baby, especially for you.” you spoke to him softly, you weren’t mad at him for trying to find a coping mechanism for all this stress, hell you’d probably be doing the same in his place. you were simply worried about him in general. “you always take so much responsibility for everything…”
“because it’s all my fault..” his eyes softened, you could tell he was fighting a silent battle inside his head.
“sweetie, it is not your fault.” you shook your head, you couldn’t understand how he could even blame himself for all of this, for being stalked and threatened by some dark web gangsters.
“if i just accepted the fight.. you all would’ve been safe, no need to hide my mom in a hotel, woojin wouldn’t have a big gash on his hand.. and you-” his eyes welled up with tears.
“that’s enough. just– come here.” you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, seeing the guilt ridden expression on his face.
this poor boy needed a hug. he needed someone to pull him out of the negative thought storm that he’s been trying to fight off all by himself.
“nothing–and i mean nothing is your fault gunwoo. do you hear me?” you pulled away just a bit, making sure you are looking into his eyes. your small fists clenching around his hoodie.
“if you would’ve taken that goddamn fight i’d lose you. your mom and woojin would’ve lost you.” you explained, your own eyes welling up with tears. the thought alone broke your heart. you loved gunwoo so much. you all did.
“so don’t you dare blame yourself for this. if anyone is guilty here it’s definitely not you. it’s those bastards that hide behind their dirty money thinking they own the world.” your voice rising slightly at how angry you were with those thugs, making him think it’s his fault.
gunwoo noticed the stray tears falling down your cheeks and at that moment something snapped in him, making him pull you in for a tender kiss.
his lips were so soft against yours with a bitter taste of cigarettes and saltiness of his tears, his big hands framing your face with such gentleness as if he was afraid he’d break you by accident. his iron knuckles bruised from all the punches he gave out hours ago.
you reciprocated the kiss, spilling all your emotions into it. hoping that after tonight, after what you told him, and after this kiss, gunwoo would finally stop blaming himself for everything, and start being a little more angry with those thugs who are trying to ruin his and his family’s life.
he slowly pulled away, his face inches away from yours, tears staining his cheeks. “i’m sorry..” he gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs.
“don’t be.” you smiled weakly. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“it’s cold… let’s get you inside, you’ll get sick.” he whispered before giving him a soft peck and tugging him by the hem of his hoodie.
Author's Note: The Bloodhound boys are still relentlessly on my mind, so I wanted to write a little smutty something about how they would take care of you after you do them the honour of working out with them. Enjoy and please send me all your unhinged thoughts for these beautiful babies 💕
Gun Woo
- It would mean so much to Gun Woo for you to offer to work out with him one morning, his favourite person joining him for his favourite activity. He'd feel like he had an extra boost for every exercise, a wide beaming smile plastered on his face through every exhilarating movement. Unfortunately for you, Gun Woo has sort of forgotten how much exercise the average person can do before they are exhausted, and by the time he's satisfied that he's achieved his goals, you are absolutely wrecked.
- You're not sure how long it's been since you could feel you arms, your legs practically screaming at you every time you took a step, until you had to surrender to just lying on the yoga mat stretched out underneath you and waiting for the end to come. Gun Woo is so ridiculously full of enthusiasm as he comes over to you, wondering what you two should do with the rest of this perfect day, until he watches you try and fail to sit yourself up, and suddenly he realises he might have pushed you a little too far.
"Please can I help?" He asks softly, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt that he pushed you too far, worried you're upset with him for each of your many aches. But when you give him a loving smile and raise your arms for him to help you, he's immediately back to grinning, scooping you into his arms bridal-style and carrying you upstairs with you clutched tightly to his chest.
- "Do you want to shower first?" He asks bashfully as he set you down on your bed, watching you fight for your life to pull off your shirt with your arms completely incapable of any strength.
"Maybe you can help me some more?" You roll your eyes at Gun Woo like this was clearly his plan all along, who now looks at you with wide eyes as he realises what you're offering. The moment he thinks through all the opportunities ahead of him, he's violently nodding his head and crouching on the floor in front you, wasting no time easing your shorts down the soft skin of your legs, averting his lustful gaze as he unhooked your bra for you, like he hasn't seen you undressed a dozen times before.
"Thank you Woo," you sighed softly into his ear as he took your weight in his arms again, his face unable to hide his enthusiasm for your body and the intimacy between the two of you.
- He started the shower running as he stripped off his own clothes, the cold tiles against your back keeping you up right until he found you again, firm muscles pressing as tightly against you as he could. A strong grip found your waist and suddenly any showering was half-forgotten, an overwhelming need for your lips the only thing driving Gun Woo forward. The first kiss was slow, long, like he was refilling some unseen need that only your lips could provide. Each that followed was deeper, hungrier, his weight pressing into you and his hands tracing the shape of you, wanting nothing more than to embrace this closeness for as long as he could. You ran your fingers through his hair, spurring him on as he lifted you until your thighs could squeeze his waist, feeling the familiar weight of cock nudging against your folds as his body betrayed just how much this meant to him. Waking up early to spend time with him, letting him train you and keeping him company while he trained, trusting him to undress you and wash with you, feeling every inch of your skin pressed up against him;
- It was more love than Gun Woo knew what to do with when you let eyes meet his, wide and adoring, the simple word "please" slipping from your lips and letting him know you wanted this just as much as he did. In one swift movement his hips bucked up into you, stretching your walls and making your stomach flip. One strong arm wrapped under your hips, supporting you completely, letting Gun Woo thrust into you at his own desperate pace, as his free hand moved to find your clit, needing to feel you squeeze around him before he could enjoy filling you up. His pace was everything you needed, never rushed but more than enough to have the pressure mounting inside you, his lips capturing yours again and again to muffle the needy whines of his name that left you of their own volition. A man of few words, Gun Woo prefered to let out gentle moans and heavy breaths, his eyes so intensely fixed to yours, trying to express the depth of emotion he couldn't quite find the words for. You could feel the ache of your muscles melting away under the warm water and the building pressure in your core, euphoria washing over you as you came undone around him, thigh clenching tightly against his waist as you felt his hips stutter. One long, deep moan left Gun Woo as he bucked his hips frantically into you, burying himself deep inside you as his release came.
Woo Jin
- Afterglow washed over both of you as soft smiles and caressing hands continued into rubbing soap over each other, with Gun Woo convinced that this was the most perfect start to a day he had ever had.
- Unlike Gun Woo, Woo Jin is less focused on the actual chance to work out with you, and far more excited to have a chance to show off his skills to the person he always wants to impress the most.
- He'll make sure to warm you up properly, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around you to show you proper form more times than you can count, before finally he insists you let him show you a few boxing moves on the mat. He's pretty impressed with the way you move with him, taking his coaching very well and giving him the opportunity to show off some of his fancier moves and steps. He can feel his skin start to tingle as your little play fights continue, the way you look with the light sheen of sweat forming over your skin starting to make it difficult for him to focus. You find yourself having the exact same problem, the warmth in your body more due to your proximity to this skilled, muscular fighter, than anything to do with the exercise.
- Sweet, adoring Woo Jin finds himself so increasingly distracted by the tension building between his thighs that he manages to catch his foot as he attempts to dodge your moves, tipping over backwards onto the thick boxing mat beneath him and dragging you down with him. You manage to land with your hips straddling his, the usually confident, flirty fighter suddenly looking almost shy as he stares up at you with wide eyes, hands resting helplessly either side of you. You take the opportunity to lean forward until your lips almost meet his, the sound of your voice almost sending him to an early grave,
"So does that mean I win this round, coach?" Your smile is so mischievous as you let your lips drift down to land a soft kiss against his neck, and suddenly the limits of his self-control have been reached, his hips bucking up to meet yours in need of desperate relief.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the winner here." His voice is a deep haze of lust, hands greedily clutching at your ass so he can grind his aching manhood against you, the feel of your glistening kisses decorating his jaw sending electricity through his skin.
- You never have to tell Woo Jin what you need, he knows your body with the attention to detail of the finest coach in the world, reading into your every touch and expression. His face contorted into an excited smile as he withdrew his fingers from you and tugged your shorts down your legs until he could line himself up with your entrance, waiting for one last needy kiss before giving you exactly what you both needed. It didn't matter that you were on an exercise mat on the floor, the way he celebrated every inch of your body made every time you were with Woo Jin feel like the most romantic moment of your life, his love for you so clear in his every touch. You could feel the familiar tremble of his thighs as you reached the peak of your pleasure, crying out his name in ecstasy and pushing him over the edge, his hips slamming against yours a final few times before finally he collapsed on top of you, still smiling brightly and spilling sweet compliments from his lips.
"You feel like quite the prize to me, Woo Jin." You teased, finding his lips with yours and feeling him smile brightly into the kiss, taking the chance to roll you backwards until he was on top of you, the full weight of his muscles encircling you warmly. Each delighted kiss led to another as his hand skimmed down between your bodies, fingertips slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts, running over your entrance and finding you soaked already.
"I can't believe you're all mine." His words were almost reverent as his fingers dipped inside you, watching your reaction closely and drinking in every soft moan he drew from your lips. The pressure inside you began to build, the need to have Woo Jin closer overwhelming as you tugged at his shorts, pulling his hard length free and pumping him in your hand slowly, his body jerking with sensitivity at the sensation.
Woo Jin offered to exercise with you a lot more often after that!
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Being best friends with Gunwoo and Woojin was fun. You were laughing about stupid things all the time. Hanging out with each other a lot. Have sleepovers where you would stay up all night talking about dumb shit and laughing until you almost cried from laughing.
But recently? It was different. You started seeing them in a different light.
Woojin was so damn hot. And Gunwoo. You wouldn't admit it if you DIED but you were fantasizing about riding those abs..
"Yn!!" Woojin's voice pierced through your thoughts.
You cleared your throat.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay bro you've been zoned out for a while"
"Y-yeah.. I'm good.. Just tired I guess.."
"Well, I'll walk you home"
"There's no need-"
"I'm coming too" Gunwoo said.
"Well, let's get going then!" Woojin said.
Woojin was on your right, Gunwoo on your left.
As you walked, your hand accidentally brushed against Woojin's. That alone made your thoughts come back.
"Pull yourself together yn!!!" You thought.
After what felt like an etirnity, you FINALLY arrived home. You expected Woojin and Gunwoo to leave, but instead, Gunwoo insisted on coming in.
"Well.. if you want to.. it's fine.." you said.
But actually? You were stressed. Because you were also ovulating!! You had dirty thoughts about them!! So actually you just wanted to be left alone. But it was too late.
You were curled up on your couch, sandwiched between Gunwoo and Woojin. You guys weren't doing anything in particular. Just sitting around. Watching something on your phones. But it got worse. You felt how your pussy was pulsing.
"Uhm.. I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.."
"Okay" Woojin said, not looking up from his phone.
You quickly made your way to your bathroom. Once you entered, you didn't even realize that you were holding your breath and exhaled. Fuck.. why did you have to be like this?
You pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet seat. There was only one solution to this.
"Yn! Are you there! You've been there for so long!!" Woojin's voice broke through the silence in your bathroom.
"Y-yeah.. it's just.. I think I ate something bad earlier.." lie. You were ACTUALLY imagining how you would ride those abs.. and how they would eat you out. While fingering yourself. Even your face was flushed.
"Okay.. well I made us something to eat and Gunwoo found a good movie so hurry up"
"Okay I'll be there in a few minutes.."
You pulled your pants up again, unsatisfied because of your interrupted climax.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water on your face. You then went out of the bathroom. It smelled amazing.
You made your way to the living room again and sat down next to Gunwoo.
"What was taking so long brooo" Gunwoo snorted.
"Stfu didn't you pick a movie"
"Bruh yes I did"
"Yeah then just start it"
"Wait for Woojin"
"Right"
"Bro you okay? You're really red too.. Do you have a fever?" Gunwoo put his hand on your forehead, but you quickly leaned back.
"I don't"
"You sure? You don't seem okay.."
"Yes I'm sure"
"You're lying"
"No I'm not"
"Yes you aree I can sense it"
"What the fuck?"
"Liarrr liar liar liar"
"Stop it!!"
"You're a liar"
"I said stop!!"
"Then what took you so long?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just because"
Gunwoo's face was so close to yours that you couldn't even make out what he said.
"Well.. I.. I-i.."
"You.. what?"
"I think I have diarrhea"
It was quiet for a second. Then, Gunwoo bursted out laughing.
"You thought I'd believe that?"
"Wtf do you want me to say then?"
"I was at the door yn."
"What?"
"I said, I was at the bathroom door and I heard you."
"W-what are you talking about"
"Oh yn.. stop pretending.. I know what you were doing in there.."
Gunwoo suddenly grabbed both of your hands with a single hand and pinned you down against your couch.
"I heard you whisper moan our names.. "Woojin.. Gunwoo.." and I heard the slick sounds which were unmistakably fingering sounds"
Your face was burning with embarrassement.
"W-why..?"
"Well, I was technically going to call you because Woojin told me to. But I waited so I could scare you. But guess I got surprised with something much better.."
That damn smirk. The smirk that had you wet down there. The one you imagined Gunwoo would give you while eating you out.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!!"
You see that Woojin was here with the food, almost dropping it just like his jaw.
"Gunwoo? Yn? What in the WORLD are you guys doing?!"
"I-it's not what it looks like.." you try to explain. You look up at Woojin, expecting a disappointed look, but you were surprised to see him smirking too.
"Can I join?"
"What?"
"Sure" Gunwoo said.
"W-what??"
"Oh baby.. Don't pretend that you're so good at hiding.. it's written all over your face" Gunwoo let you go, but instead, Woojin took your hands and pulled you on your feet.
"You look so beautiful.." he brushed his thumb across your face. He looked in your eyes before connecting your lips. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly grew into a heated, needy kiss. You moaned into Woojin's lips when you felt his hands cupping your ass.
He slowly lifted you like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
You were pressed against the nearest wall, and Woojin once again captured your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue made its way in your mouth. As you were pressed, you could feel Woojin's hard erection. Fuck.. he seemed big.. Woojin let out a groan as your hand wandered to his crotch, giving it a slight squeeze.
Woojin stopped pinning you against the wall and carried you to your bedroom. He lay you down and climbed on top of you. Right after him, Gunwoo followed and settled down next to you.
He helped you sit up a bit and also helped you get rid of your shirt and bra.
Woojin, from his position, helped you by pulling down your pants. He didn't even bother asking if they were expensive, he ripped your panties apart. "I'll buy you new ones if they were expensive"
"It's not.. important.."
Your breath hitched as you felt Gunwoo's lips on your neck and Woojin's hot breath against your clit at the same time.
Woojin striped his tongue along your folds, drawing out a whimper from you.
"Fuck.. you taste so good.." not much time passed, and Woojin was fully eating you out. You had turned into a whimpering mess. And Gunwoo had moved from your neck to hovering above you to kiss you.
You were very overstimulated already, but then you felt Woojin push two fingers inside. You moaned in Gunwoo's mouth.
"Damn.. what beautiful sounds you make for us.."
Woojin was eating you out so good that your vision was blurry. His fingers were pumping in and out, you had never felt this good in your life. Slowly, you felt your orgasm approach.
You came with a loud cry against Gunwoo's lips.
Woojin licked your juices off and switched places with Gunwoo. With one quick motion, you were lying on your stomach.
"Get on your hands and knees" Gunwoo said. You quickly obeyed him.
Immediately, Gunwoo pushed inside without a warning, making you almost fall forward.
You moaned at the stretch, feeling overwhelmed. Before you could let out more moans, Woojin pushed himself in your mouth.
You moaned around his girth. Gunwoo was pounding into you, pushing you forward. You hollowed your cheeks to take Woojin deeper.
Gunwoo's pace was relentless. He was so deep inside and you took Woojin so deep that you felt Gunwoo in your throat.
Woojin was fucking your mouth too, he was so deep that your nose was touching his pelvis.
The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and slowly, you felt another orgasm approach. Your muffled whimpers were getting more urgent.
Gunwoo's voice cracked as he whimpered. "Fuck.. so tight.. you're so close.."
And you were. The way he said turned you on even more and your pussy clenched around him. That was the last straw for Gunwoo.
You felt thick ropes of cum fill you, and you moaned around Woojin's girth. Gunwoo pulled out of you, which meant that you could focus more on Woojin, even though you groaned cuz you were feeling empty.
You bobbed your head up and down and tried to take him even deeper. You licked a stripe along his length. Then your tongue circled his tip before taking him in your mouth once again. You could feel that Woojin was close.
You squeezed his balls once, then you gagged as you felt thick ropes of cum go down your throat. You swallowed around Woojin.
You sat up, dazed. You were too shy to say it out loud but you were a bit unsatisfied because you still hadn't had another orgasm. But of course, your best friends knew you very well, so once again, you were sandwiched between them.
Woojin grabbed your face, turned you to him and kissed you. Meanwhile, Gunwoo striped his fingers along your folds and teased you. You tried to grab his hand to quicken things up.
A broken cry escaped you as Gunwoo pushed two of his thick fingers, his middle and ring finger, inside and immediately pumped them in and out of you. His fingers were just so thick and perfect from working out, it felt like heaven. Your back arched off the bed slightly and your eyes rolled back. Gunwoos pace was almost punishing.
His fingers curled up just right, making you let out a pornographic moan. Gunwoo continued to hit your sweet spot and not soon after, you came with a loud cry. Your thighs shuddered with pleasure.
Woojin stood up and brought you a cold glass of water.
"Next time you need help, just call us, we'll be more than happy to help" he said, winking at you.
"Oh, matching." Tae-geom's voice came from somewhere above the blade. ""This for someone? Gun-woo or Woo-jin?" His hand landed on your chest.
content warning - This story includes graphic violence, and themes of overstimulation. It contains explicit sexual content, including non-consensual situations, oral (f!receiving), creampie, fingering, and clit slapping. Blood is mentioned, and there are scenes involving the use of a knife (in ways it shouldn't be used), reader discretion is strongly advised.
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The bike’s engine was a chainsaw snarl between your legs, wind whipping your hair into a Medusa’s nest because the helmet was dangling off the handlebar like an afterthought. Tae-geom’s taillights bled red through the dust cloud boiling up from the desert road. You glanced back for Woo-jin and saw nothing but empty asphalt shimmering in the heat. Gone. Vanished.
Probably took a wrong turn, probably wrestling a feral cat in an alley somewhere, probably already in deeper shit than you. Which was saying something.
“Screw it,” you muttered, and twisted the throttle.
The warehouse rose out of the heat haze like a concrete tumor. You killed the engine and coasted in, your boots crunching on gravel that had never seen a landscaping crew. Tae-geom was already out of the car, unfolding himself from the driver’s seat with that slow, deliberate menace guys practice in mirrors. Built like a refrigerator that had gone to anger management and flunked out. Allen stayed in the backseat, a pale smear behind the window, probably Googling “how to dispose of a body” or whatever the hell his job was.
You parked the bike, swung your leg off. “How’s it being Baek-jung’s bitch?” you said. “Pay good? Benefits package include knee pads?” Tae-geom’s face went through a fascinating color spectrum. Red to purple to that special shade of crimson a guy gets right before he does something his lawyer will later call “a momentary lapse.”
He came at you..
You snap-kicked him in the stomach with a roundhouse that folded him like a bad hand of poker, then followed up with a right cross that turned his nose into a faucet. Blood sprayed across the dust in a Jackson Pollock pattern. You wound up for another kick, the kind that ends conversations, but your balance was a quarter-second too slow and he snagged your thigh with hands like cinder blocks.
The world spun. Sky, gravel, sky, gravel. You hit the ground hard enough to taste your own spine.
He loomed over you, boot rising for a skull-crushing stomp, the kind of move that turns memories into closed-casket funerals. You barrel-rolled left and his heel cratered the dirt where your face had been. Gravel peppered your cheek. You kipped up, cat-quick, dusting off your jacket like he’d spilled a drink on you at a bar.
“Oh, baby,” you said, wagging a finger. “You gotta move a bit quicker than that. My grandma is faster than that, and she’s been dead six years.” His nostrils flared. A bubble of blood popped. “Does your mouth do anything else but talk shit?”
He threw a punch, a big looping hay maker meant to take your head off. You read it easy. Too easy. Because it wasn’t the punch. The punch was the distraction, the magic trick, the look-over-here. His real payload was the kick that slammed into your ribs like a steel girder with a grudge.
Pain detonated up your side. You felt it in your molars. You didn’t give him time to admire his work. You closed the distance and detonated a fist into his already-ruined nose. Cartilage crunched like celery. He staggered back and you buried another one in his gut, folding him forward, setting up the grand finale like a choreographer from hell.
“Night-night, sweet prince.”
Your foot connected with his groin with the kind of precision that would make a neurosurgeon weep. The sound he made wasn’t human. It was a squeaky-toy frequency, a dog-whistle of pure existential regret. He went down sideways, curling into a fetal comma, hands clamped protectively over the family jewels like he was praying to a god that had clearly abandoned him.
You stood over him, fist cocked for the knockout stamp on the envelope, feeling like a golden god in a leather jacket. Then your whole left side lit up like someone had plugged you into the national grid.
Fifty thousand volts went joyriding through your nervous system. Muscles you didn’t know you had seized up and screamed. You jerked around, the movement all wrong and puppet-like, and there was Allen, holding a taser against your ribs with the casual disinterest of a man checking his phone. “Fuck,” you managed, your tongue thick and useless. “I forgot about you.” Then the lights went out.
Your face snapped to the side like a whip crack, and the bright explosion of pain jerked you back into the world. "Ah, fuck," you croaked, tongue thick as a sock. Your eyes swam into focus. Allen's face was right there. Inches away. Nose to nose. You recoiled, chains rattling overhead. "Ew. Why you up in my face? Back the hell up."
He didn't move. His eyes were jittery little marbles, darting between you and something behind him. Nervous. But not for himself. For you. Which was worse somehow. Much worse. Your arms were hoisted above your head, wrists bound tight to a pipe running across the ceiling, and you were balanced on your tippy toes like a ballerina from a snuff film. The strain in your shoulders was a low, constant scream.
Tae-geom materialized from the shadows, stepping into the weak pool of industrial light. His nose was still a crime scene, crusted black with dried blood, swollen sideways like a failed renovation. You couldn't help yourself. "Ah shit, you should ice that. Maybe see a specialist. That's gonna heal ugly."
He smiled. It was a slow, deliberate thing. Then he backhanded you hard enough to make the chains sing. "Damn," you said, spitting a thick rope of blood onto the concrete. It landed with a splat that sounded too loud in the empty space. "And here I was being nice. Genuine medical advice. Wasted."
Tae-geom pulled up a chair, the metal legs screeching against the floor like something alive and wounded. He sat down in front of you, close enough that his knees brushed yours. His hands found your hips, fingers pressing into the bone like he was testing fruit for ripeness. "Allen," he said, not looking away from your face, "set the camera up."
The words landed in your gut like a swallowed stone. You followed his gaze to the corner of the room where Allen was fumbling with a tripod, adjusting a lens that glinted like a dead eye in the dim light. "What the fuck are you doing?" Tae-geom's thumbs traced slow circles on your hip bones. The gesture of a man who already had a plan for you. "Just gonna give Gun-woo and Woo-jin a show."
Something cold and primal dropped through you. You kicked out hard and your boot connected with his face with a wet crunch, snapping his head back. Fresh blood erupted from the wreckage of his nose. "Fuck! Allen, hold her!" Allen scrambled over, his hands clamping onto your hips from behind, fingers digging into the bruises already blooming there. You thrashed, chains shrieking, but physics was physics and leverage was a bitch.
Tae-geom rose from the chair, blood streaming down his chin and dripping onto his shirt in bright red coins. He moved with a new kind of stillness now, a deliberate calm that was infinitely more terrifying than rage. From his belt he pulled a knife.
He pressed the flat of the blade against the side of your neck, the steel cold as a confession. His eyes locked onto yours and there was nothing in them. Nothing at all. No anger. No sadism. Just a vast, empty patience. "Give me a fucking reason not to slice this pretty neck open."
His voice was soft. Almost gentle. The blade kissed your skin. A single bead of blood welled up and traced a hot line down your throat, and you felt it go all the way down, and the room had gotten very quiet, and Allen's hands on your hips were trembling, and the camera's red light blinked in the corner like a pulse.
The knife whispered through your shirt. Then your jeans, the denim splitting open, peeling away from your legs like a skin that wasn't yours anymore. You were down to your bra and underwear. The air hit your bare stomach and it felt like something breathing on you.
"Oh, matching." Tae-geom's voice came from somewhere above the blade. "This for someone? Gun-woo or Woo-jin?" His hand landed on your chest. Heavy. The knife trailed down. Down. The tip kissed the top of your underwear and rested there, patient as a lover.
"Let's see what we have here."
The blade bit. Your underwear fell away. Then your bra. Cold air on your breasts. Cold air everywhere. And the scream that tore out of you wasn't a word, wasn't a no, wasn't anything human. "Stop. Stop. Stop." Screaming. Shouting it into his face. The words bounced off him like stones off water.
He grabbed your chin. Fingers sinking into your cheeks, mashing them together, making your lips purse out like a fish. He pulled your face close to his. So close you could smell the iron in the blood still crusted around his nostrils. So close the world was nothing but his eyes.
"I don't want to."
Said it soft. Soft as a lullaby. Then he shoved you backward into Allen. His hands found your breasts immediately. Kneading. Fingers spreading, squeezing, thumbs circling. You bucked, thrashed, tried to throw him off, but the chains held you and your toes barely scraped the concrete and there was no leverage, no angle, no way to make it stop.
Then fingers pushing inside you. Then a tongue. Wet and hot and searching. Your breath hitched. Seized. Became something you had to fight for. Allen's other hand wrapped around your throat, holding your head still, holding you there, making sure your face was pointed at the blinking red light in the corner.
Tae-geom pulled his fingers out slowly. Then something else replaced them. Cooler. Harder. The handle of the knife. He pushed it in and your body betrayed you by accepting it.
He started to fuck you with it, slow at first, then faster, his eyes never leaving yours. Never blinking. The handle going in and out with a wet sound that filled the warehouse like music. "Still got so much fight in those eyes."
You looked at him. Through him. Into the nothing place he came from. "Fuck you." And you spit in his face. He wiped it off with the back of his hand. Didn't even flinch. But your body was doing something now. Something you couldn't control. Something building low and hot and monstrous.
"Oh." His voice went sing-song. Mocking. "Are you gonna cum? From me fucking you with a knife?" He laughed, a bark of genuine delight. "Shit, I didn't take you for such a slut."
And you came. Came around the handle of a knife while a stranger held your throat and a camera recorded every second. Your body arched. Shuddered. Became something that wasn't yours. When it was over he pulled the knife out.
"Allen. Move."
Allen released you. You sagged forward, chains groaning. Tae-geom stepped behind you, grabbed your hips, bent you over. Your arms stretched above you, twisted now, shoulders screaming in their sockets. Facing the camera. Facing the red light. Facing them.
You heard his belt unbuckle. The zipper. The rustle of fabric.
"Don't you fucking dare. I'll fucking kill you. I'll kill—"
He pushed into you. The scream that came out wasn't yours. It belonged to someone else. "Allen. Bring the camera close." Allen's footsteps. The lens moving in. A glass eye that never blinked, never looked away. "Make sure you get her pretty face."
Tae-geom laughed. His grip on your hips was a vice. Bone grinding on bone. You'd have bruises for weeks. You'd have bruises for the rest of your life. "Such a tight cunt." A grunt. A thrust. "We should let Baek-jung have a go." Laughter. His and Allen's.
"Gonna fuck my cum into you and you're gonna fucking take it. Right, babe?" You felt him empty into you. Hot. Foreign. A poison taking root in your cells. Your legs would have given out if not for the chains. You'd have been a puddle. A stain. A thing that used to be a person.
He pulled out. The sound of him fixing his pants was the worst sound in the world because it meant this was over for him. This had been a task. A chore. Something to check off a list. "Allen. Send that video to Gun-woo."
"No. No, don't. Please. Please don't."
The word please tasted like vomit. Like surrender. Like the last thing you had. "Why not?"
Allen nodded. Task complete. Message sent. Somewhere, right now, a phone was buzzing. Somewhere, right now, Gun-woo was about to see what the inside of his friend looked like.
Tae-geom unchained you. Your arms dropped. Useless meat. You collapsed onto the cold concrete, naked and shaking and full of someone else. "Come on." His voice was casual now. Almost friendly.
𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 summary: You and Geon-woo will always have each other's backs, everytime. note: It’s been a loooooooo g time since i’ve watched such a masterpiece on Netflix, I think i’ve never liked a this much a series. Remember, my first lenguage it’s not english soo sorry for any mistakes. Also Im posting a lot bc Im finishing a bunch of drafts that I forgot about, and I was so bored that I just sat and finish evrey single draft, Im literally with 0 drafts right now. xoxo
You’ve known Gun-woo for as long as you can remember. From the first time you two met in the neighborhood as kids—both a little awkward and shy around each other—to the unbreakable bond you shared as teenagers. You were always the bolder one, the one who spoke your mind and wasn’t afraid to show affection, while Gun-woo remained as quiet and reserved as ever.
Even as you grew older, your dynamic never changed. He’d be there for you—always, like a silent protector, always a little flustered when you teased him, but never pushing you away. And you, well… you always liked to mess with him.
Tonight, as the two of you sat in the park, just talking and laughing about nothing in particular, you found yourself staring at him more than usual. Gun-woo, dressed in his usual loose-fitting shirt and jeans, was so unassumingly attractive, it almost made you feel like you were seeing him with new eyes. The way the moonlight hit his face, making his features softer, his dark eyes reflecting the faint glow… it made your heart flutter in a way it hadn’t before.
"You know, you're kind of cute when you’re not being all shy," you said casually, leaning back against the bench.
Gun-woo’s face flushed immediately, and he nervously looked away. "I-I’m not cute…"
You leaned forward, closer to him, the playful smirk on your lips growing wider. "Oh, please. Don’t act like I don’t know." Your voice was teasing, but there was an underlying tenderness in it.
He shifted awkwardly, his fingers twitching at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them. "Y-You’re just messing with me again…"
"I’m serious, Gun-woo," you said, softening your tone. "You really don’t see what I see, huh? I’ve known you forever. I see all of you."
For a moment, he didn’t respond, his silence hanging between you two. It wasn’t like him to not respond, but something in your words must’ve made him pause, because when he did speak, his voice was quieter, more vulnerable. "I don’t think I’m… I don’t think I’m good enough for you."
Your heart ached hearing him say that. You knew Gun-woo had always doubted himself, always thought he wasn’t worthy of anything more than being just a quiet, protective friend.
You reached out, placing your hand on his, squeezing it gently. "You are. You’ve always been enough for me. More than enough."
He looked up at you, his gaze lingering on your face. For the briefest second, his shyness melted away, and something deeper flickered in his eyes. The moment stretched between you two, and you felt a warmth, a pull, something unspoken.
And before you knew it, you were leaning in. Your lips brushed against his in a soft, tentative kiss, like neither of you were sure if it was okay, if it was right. But as soon as you felt the warmth of his lips against yours, everything in your chest seemed to settle.
Gun-woo froze for a second, and you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, filled with surprise but also a quiet longing.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "No, you didn’t. I wanted that too."
He seemed to relax a little, his shoulders dropping in relief. The moment felt more real, like you were crossing an invisible line that had always been there, just waiting for you both to notice.
But before you could savor the quiet, tender moment, a sudden shout broke the peace. You turned to see a group of thugs walking toward you, clearly up to no good. They were looking for trouble, and they’d found it.
Without even thinking, Gun-woo stood up quickly, blocking you with his body. His voice was low but firm. "Stay back."
You knew Gun-woo was good at fighting, but seeing him in action still sent a thrill through you. The fight was fast and brutal. Gun-woo moved with the grace of someone who’d been trained for this kind of thing his whole life—quick jabs, strategic moves, his body a blur of action as he protected you from harm. Every strike he delivered was calculated, each one landing with a precision that made your heart race with both admiration and fear.
You stood frozen, watching him move with such raw intensity. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for him, seeing him like this—fighting not just to defend himself, but to keep you safe.
When the fight was over, and the thugs scattered, Gun-woo turned back to you, panting lightly but looking as composed as ever. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intense moment from earlier returned.
"You’re okay?" he asked, his voice still a little shaky, but his concern was evident.
You nodded, walking toward him and placing your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly beneath your palm. "I’m fine because of you."
And before either of you could think about it too much, you leaned in again, kissing him more confidently this time. It was slower, deeper, as if the world had melted away and it was just the two of you. No hesitation. No shyness. Just love.
When you finally pulled back, you looked at him with a smile. "I’ve always known you were worth it, Gun-woo. Always."
His hand cupped your cheek, and for the first time in years, he smiled back—genuinely, shyly, but with all the love in the world.
"I don’t know what I did to deserve you," he said, his voice soft, but full of warmth.
You just laughed and kissed him again, this time not letting him say anything more.
After all, sometimes actions speak louder than words.
this is really short and simple but i really liked it.
Kim Gunwoo x Mr. choi's Medic!Reader headcanons #1
a/n: hes such a sweetheart i honestly love him and requests will be done immediately for him. A reminder to pls read warnings!
requests opened !
(reqs r deeply appreciated 🥹)
GENRE: FLUFFFY
Warnings: Mild spoilders!!, Reader was already working with Mr. choi as a medical assistant for Hyunjoo. Reader knows how to use a knife and where its vital
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Gunwoo who doesn’t trust people often but since you worked with Mr. Choi he found himself trusting you easily. You looked friendly and your smile made him melt, so ultimately he found himself getting pulled in by your charm.
Gunwoo who isn't big on words, he prefers showing his affection with his actions. For example, handling heavy bags for you (with his strong arms), making sure to put food on your plate during meals, and texting small check-ins to make sure you're safe from harm.
Gunwoo who is quite private, so when you two started dating you both didn't say anything, everyone figured out themselves. Woojin was definitely the first to notice though.
Gunwoo who secretly enjoys seeing you fuss over him after he gets hurt because your little angry face seems cute to him (he knows you can't stay mad at him). He likes watching you tend to his wounds and doing what you're good at. Even before you two dated he looked forward to seeing you after needing medical attention
Gunwoo who is always worried about you even though you know how to handle your own wounds. He's always asking "Are you sure you're okay?" or "Did you take the medicine?". Poor boy just wants you to be out of harms way.
Gunwoo who wants you to know some basic self-defense because you already knew how to tend to wounds. He'd patiently teach you how to throw punches and keep your guard up, always making sure to praise you after doing something right.
Gunwoo who is so proud when he learns that you know how to use knives and where is most vital to stab.
Gunwoo who even though he knows you know how to properly handle yourself, he hates to see you involved in his mess. He hates to see you get involved, especially if violence is a must. If you ever got hurt during a fight he would carry a lot of guilt. But he secretly appreciates that you stay anyways.
Gunwoo who will do anything to protect you and his mom from the IKFC because you and his mom are his biggest weaknesses. (he knows Woojin can handle himself)
Gunwoo who is extremely loyal to you because he believes you are his person. Someone who heals his wounds physically and mentally.
