#gunwook x reader

[hoondrop]

I really want gunwook fic but no one is writing…😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

what do you want me to write for him 🤭

[jongst4r]

human heater (p. gunwook)

your boyfriend clings to you even when you’re asleep

pairing: gunwook x fem!reader || wc: 679 words || cw: established relationship, clingy!gunwook, use of petnames, and that’s pretty much it! || warnings: none! all fluff! || a/n: guys i love gunwook sm he’s so dear to me </3 (also, frozen reference? yeah olaf was damn right)

gunwook is a certified human furnace disguised as the cutest boy alive.

it doesn’t matter that it’s august and you left the window cracked open. it doesn’t matter that you’re sleeping in nothing but panties and the thinnest tank top you own. the second gunwook crawls into bed, he finds you like a heat-seeking missile and attaches himself to your back, one arm slung over your waist, face buried between your shoulder blades, legs tangled so tight you’d need a miracle to escape.

you fall asleep like that every night because he’s warm. and because he smells like the peach body wash he steals from you. and because his breathing is soft against your spine. it’s perfect for exactly two hours.

then the sweating starts.

you wake up at 3:17 a.m. feeling like you’ve been slow-roasting in a gunwook-shaped shell. your back is wet, his chest is wet, there’s a damp spot where his cheek is smushed against your shoulder. his hair is somehow damp too.

you try to wiggle away and he makes the saddest little whine, tightening his grip like a koala who sensed danger.

“gunwook,” you croak, voice scratchy from dehydration, “baby, please, i’m dying.”

“mm… no,” he mumbles into your skin, not even opening his eyes. “just five more minutes and i'll let you go.”

“you said that an hour ago.”

he just nuzzles closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to the back of your neck that you would consider adorable if you weren’t literally melting.

you attempt the stealth escape: slow, incremental movements, sliding one inch at a time toward the edge of the bed. gunwook counters by rolling fully on top of you, cheek squished against your collarbone, both arms locked around your ribs. he weighs approximately a thousand pounds when he’s unconscious.

“gunwoooook,” you wheeze, patting his shoulder weakly. “i’m being cooked. i’m a rotisserie chicken. i’m chicken soup. please get off of me!”

he finally cracks one eye open, hair sticking up in seven different directions, lips pouty. “but you’re so comfy,” he whispers, like that explains everything. “and you smell good.”

“i smell like your personal sauna.”

he giggles, muffled against your chest, then has the audacity to snuggle harder.

you sigh, choosing to follow your fate until 4:28 a.m. when you wake up again, this time face-down with gunwook starfished across your entire back, one leg thrown over yours, mouth open and drooling on your shoulder blade. you’re sweating so much the sheets are damp in a perfect gunwook-shaped silhouette.

this time you elbow him gently. “park gunwook, i love you, but if you don’t let me breathe i will break up with you. right now.”

he makes a heartbroken noise but finally rolls off, flopping dramatically onto his side of the bed. you scramble away so fast you nearly fall off the mattress, gulping down the cold air like you’ve been underwater.

two minutes later a cold hand slides across your stomach. then a cold nose presses to your spine.

“baby,” he whispers, voice tiny and guilty, “i’m cold now.”

you groan into your pillow. “of course you are.”

you let him worm his way back under your arm, but this time you shove a pillow between your bodies like a border wall. he pouts, bottom lip trembling, eyes huge and sad in the dark.

“just… arms only,” you mutter, already softening. “no full-body contact. i need to live.”

he grins like you handed him the moon and wraps his arms around you over the pillow barrier, tangling your legs just enough to satisfy his clingy self, but not enough to boil you alive.

it works for approximately forty-five minutes.

by sunrise you’re awake again, pillow on the floor, gunwook once more plastered to your back like velcro. but he’s smiling in his sleep, whispering your name like it’s his favorite word, and you decide maybe being a little bit sweaty is worth it.

you kiss his knuckles where they rest over your heart and let yourself overheat in peace.

some things are worth melting for.

© jongst4r, 2026

taglist: @enhypenlvrsstuff, @gchirpy, @k13endall, @kristynaaah

[plutosdebris]

Nights with you

✶⋆.˚ pairing: gunwook x gn!healthcare worker!reader

✶⋆.˚ warnings: reader is tired, fluff, hint of angst if u squint maybe, healthcare working. gunwook calls reader a raisin, cringe gross love idk, not proofread!!

✶⋆.˚ requested?: nope!

✶⋆.˚ author's note: lowk this is purely indulgent LMFAO.

The apartment was eerily quiet as you stepped through the front door. You hung up your keys, kicking off your shoes in the process. It was a long day, just like it always was. The floor was always busy. 

It wasn’t that you hated your job, no, never that. It was just the principle. You were just always tired. The twelve-hour shifts, the constantly on your feet, the rare breaks, the never-ending call lights.

You rubbed your face, dropping your bag on the table by the door, alongside your badge. “Gunwook?” You called out. No answer. It wasn’t like the apartment was big. There were only so many places he could be. You started to head to the living room. Maybe he was lounging on the couch, perhaps asleep. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. You would’ve heard him the moment you walked into the room.

“Gunwook!” You called out again, this time louder.

“In here!” You hear a faint voice. 

You followed the sound of his voice mindlessly. The bedroom, of course. Where else would he be? 

You entered the bedroom finding the lights dimmed and sheets perfectly crisp. He entered out of the closet, a robe in hand. “How was work?” He asked casually, coming over to press a kiss onto your forehead. You could only let out a sigh in response to his question. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled, guiding you into the bathroom. A bath was already drawn, awaiting your arrival. 

Gunwook pressed another kiss onto your skin. This time onto your temple. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.” He spoke before exiting the room.

You let out a heavy sigh, beginning to strip from your scrubs and remove the god forsaken compression socks that were currently trapping your feet. You slowly sank into the warm water; your body instantly melting into the warmth. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to finally rest. 

After what felt like hours you emerged from the now cold water. Your body shriveled up like a raisin. You slipped on the robe your boyfriend prepared for you, the fabric soft against your skin,

“You’re the cutest raisin, did you know that?” Gunwook’s voice rang out from behind you. He stood in the doorway; his frame filling the wide space. You gave him a look through the mirror as he stepped closer. “I mean it..” He murmured, arms slinking around your waist as you began your skin care.

For a while he just watched you. Not speaking, just observing. He watched as you meticulously put on each product, not skipping a single step. “I love this.” You broke the silence, watching as your boyfriend’s eyebrows rose up.

“Love what?” He asked, looking at you.

“This. These nights with you.”

[kissingflowerrrs]

may I request gunwook x idol reader where reader is maybe a hoobae/junior that has a very obvi crush on gunwook? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

like whether or not reader tries to hide it, everyone can tell.

I have an oddly specific vision where if reader is on cam they're not shy abt their crush but won't out right say it (cuz idol rules or smth), as long as it can be seen as a joke or bit (even tho its real), but if reader crosses paths with gunwook in like hallways or smth they're really panic shy abt it.

idk if I described that well (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

totally up to you if you wanna make it fluffy or angsty! And no hard feelings if you don't take this! sending hugs n kisses in advance (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

More Than a Mention

-> THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE NONNIE AWWWW

The "bit" was reaching its breaking point. Your group’s TikTok challenge with ZEROBASEONE had amassed 10 million views, mostly because you spent the entire video looking everywhere except at Park Gunwook, while he spent the entire video looking directly at you with a curious, lopsided grin.

The fans were calling it "The Great Denial," but for you, it was just survival.

The final music show of the season was winding down. You were in the communal hallway, ducking behind a vending machine to fix a loose strap on your stage outfit. You thought you were alone until a shadow—a very large, very wide shadow—loomed over the linoleum floor.

"You're hiding again," a voice rumbled.

You jumped, nearly knocking your head against the machine. Gunwook stood there, his stage makeup still on, looking every bit the formidable center of his group. But his expression wasn't intimidating; he looked steady, his eyes searching yours with that focused intensity he gets during interviews.

"I'm not hiding," you squeaked, your "bold idol" persona failing you instantly. "I'm... checking the inventory. Of the drinks."

Gunwook stepped closer, crossing his arms. He didn't let you off the hook with a joke this time. "I watched your interview from this morning. The one where the MC asked who your favorite performer was, and you said 'the one with the loudest clap' because you didn't want to say my name."

Your face burned. "It's a bit, Gunwook-ssi! You know how it is. It’s funny."

"It's not a bit when you're in the hallways," he countered softly, his voice dropping an octave. He stepped into your personal space, forcing you to look up at him. "When the cameras are on, you’re brave. But when it’s just us, you won't even breathe in my direction. Why?"

You felt cornered, not by his size, but by his sincerity. Gunwook wasn't just a performer; he was someone who valued directness. He was a leader, a thinker. He saw right through the defense mechanism.

"Because I don't know how to act!" you finally burst out, the words tumbling over each other. "On camera, I can pretend it's a joke for the fans. It’s easy to be a 'fan' of Park Gunwook. Everyone is. But when you’re standing right here... you’re not an idol on a screen. You’re just you. And you’re a lot more intimidating when you’re real."

The silence that followed was heavy. You expected him to laugh or offer a polite "thank you" before walking away. Instead, Gunwook reached into the pocket of his jacket.

He pulled out a small, crumpled piece of silver confetti—the one from a week ago.

"I’m not as 'cool' as you think I am," he admitted, his ears turning a telltale shade of pink that matched your own. "I kept this because I wanted a reason to come talk to you today. I've been waiting by this vending machine for ten minutes because I saw your stylist head this way."

Your jaw dropped. "You... what?"

"I don't want to be a 'bit' or a joke for your fans,"

Gunwook said, his gaze unwavering and honest. He reached out, his large hand gently covering yours where it rested on the vending machine. His palm was warm and slightly damp—he was nervous, too. "I like that you're shy. It means the person I’m talking to right now is the real one. Not the one on the live stream."

He leaned down, bringing his face level with yours, his expression softening into that endearing, youthful warmth his fans loved.

"I’m going to ask you for your number now," he said, his tone firm but hopeful. "And I’m not asking as a senior or a fellow idol. I’m asking because I want to be the person who makes you turn red in person, not just on camera."

You looked at his hand on yours, then up at his earnest face. The panic was still there, but it was being drowned out by a surge of something much brighter. You realized then that while you were busy playing a character, Gunwook had been waiting for the person behind it.

Slowly, you reached for your phone and handed it to him.

Gunwook’s smile broke through then—not the sharp, fierce "stage" smile, but the wide, toothy one that made him look like a teenager. He typed his number in quickly, saved it, and then did something that made your heart officially quit its job.

He leaned in and pressed a quick, lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Stop hiding," he whispered, his eyes crinkling. "I’ll text you as soon as I get in the van. You better answer, and don't make it a joke."

He walked away, his shoulders squared and a triumphant bounce in his step. You stood by the vending machine, frozen, watching him go.

“…holy shit..”

[wookiepie]

Ride into my heart 🎡

disco pang pang 🎠

Theme: Fluff

Characters: Park Gunwook x fReader ft. jiyoon as her best friend <3

Warnings: none! I’m trying to figure out how I should do the spacing for certain parts so please bear with me.

“🎤” this will be used whenever the ride operator is speaking~

This was inspired by something I read on here a long time ago.

Zb1 mlist

————————————-

The moment the Disco Pang Pang ride came into view, Y/n knew Jiyoon was up to something.

“No,” she said firmly.

“Yes,” Jiyoon grinned, already pulling her toward the ticket booth.

“I’ll fly off. I’ll cry. I’ll go viral.”

“You’ll survive. Probably.”

———

And now here she was, fingers clenched tight around the center bar as she sat next to Jiyoon near the middle of the spinning platform. The music thudded through her chest like a warning sign.

Across the ride, three guys climbed aboard. Loud, energetic, full of teasing laughter. Y/n glanced up once and instantly regretted it.

The boy at the end of the row tall, black hoodie, jawline unfairly sharp was already sitting down, but somehow still looked cool doing it. He didn’t say much, just smiled faintly at something his friend whispered.

She didn’t know his name, obviously. But if looks could talk, his said: confident, quiet, probably popular, dangerous for your heart.

🎤 “Alright! Time for the Discooo Pang Paaang! Everyone ready to regret their life choices?!”

The DJ’s voice blasted through the mic, and the ride jolted forward as Y/n flinched tightening her grip.

🎤 “Let’s see, let’s see… who do we have sitting center today?”

The spotlight hit Y/n like a physical force and then she froze.

🎤 “Ooooh? What’s this? A shy one?! Look how she’s gripping that bar like it’s her ex’s secrets!”

Laughter erupted from all corners as Jiyoon laughed beside her, Y/n wanted to melt into the floor.

🎤 “Don’t be shy, center girl! This ride is a bonding experience! Now let’s check the other side… oh what’s this?”

The light landed on Gunwook.

🎤 “Tall, brooding, hoodie boy on the end what’s your name?”

Gunwook looked up, startled, but spoke calmly. “Gunwook.”

🎤 “Gunwook! Nice name! How old?”

“Twenty.”

🎤 “Yahhh! The youth these days! And our shy girl? How old are you, miss center?”

Y/n hesitated. “…Twenty.”

The DJ gasped dramatically.

🎤 “Same age?! Same section?! Same DESTINY?!”

More laughter. Gunwook gave a tiny smile, but said nothing. He glanced at Y/n just once then quickly looked away. The ride jerked as the disc spun faster and then bounce. Y/n shrieked, sliding slightly, she held firm but not for long.

🎤 “Let’s help her warm up! Just a liiiittle tilt!”

The ride tilted, hard.

Y/n yelped, her grip slipping and she slid, crashing sideways across the center mat and stopping right near Gunwook’s side.

The DJ lost his mind.

🎤 “OHHHHHHHHHHHH! She’s down!! Fallen for love already??!”

Y/N scrambled to sit back up, face burning red.

🎤 “Gunwook-ah! A beautiful lady has literally fallen at your feet. You’re not gonna help her up?! She’s going to think you’re heartless!”

Gunwook’s ears turned pink. He leaned forward slightly awkward, hesitant then offered a hand, barely lifting it off the bar.

Y/n took it wordlessly, using it to steady herself and sit upright again. Her hand was shaking and so was his.

They let go quickly, both pretending nothing happened.

🎤 “AWWWWW! What is this? A shy couple drama? Netflix, call me!”

The ride kept spinning. The DJ kept teasing. Gunwook’s friends nudged him. Jiyoon whispered, “you touched hands, Y/n!”

Y/n didn’t reply, She was busy trying not to smile.

Time skip-

When the ride finally stopped, everyone staggered off like a newborn deer.

Gunwook walked off quietly with his friends, hoodie pulled over his head a bit more now.

Y/n and Jiyoon followed the crowd. As they reached the exit gate, she risked a glance back as Gunwook looked over his shoulder at the same time.

Their eyes met for half a second before he gave her a tiny, almost invisible nod.

Y/n’s heart thumped. She looked down, smiling as Jiyoon grinned beside her. “You two said maybe five words total, but the tension? INSANE.”

———————-

[misswynters]

gunwook having baby fever

it was bright outside, the afternoon light was doing that thing where it made everything look soft like a haze. you were lying across the couch with gunwook and you were comfortable. your back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your waist. one of his hands was playing with your fingers while the other rested on your hip with his thumb drawing these lazy figure 8s against your shirt.

you noticed that he’d been quieter than usual today, it wasn’t in a bad way though. more like he was lost in his own little world. you could feel it in the way he kept nuzzling into your neck and then pulling back slightly like he was trying to work something out in his head.

“wookiee, you’re being weird,” you said finally as you turned your head to try and catch a glimpse of his handsome face.

“no i’m not.” he said but his voice had that tone. yk the one he got when he was definitely thinking about something and trying to figure out how to say it.

“you’ve been extra close cuddly for like an hour not that i mind. it’s just way more than usual.” you squeezed his hand and he responded by tightening his arms around you. “what’s going on in that head, hm?”

he was quiet for another second as his breath warm laid against your neck. “gyuvin sent a video to the group chat earlier.”

“okay…?”

“so, the was this little girl,” he started, his voice went gentle in a way that made your chest feel weird. “she was maybe three or four and was tiny. she was trying to sing one of our songs but she kept messing up the words. she was so confident about it though. like she was performing at tokyo dome or something. and she had all her stuffed animals lined up as her audience. then at the end she did this really deep bow and said thank you for coming.”

you smiled because you could already picture it. “yea that does sound adorable.”

“i watched it so many times.” he smiled at the thought of the video, his hand stopping its movements on you. just resting there now with his palm warm through your shirt. “i couldn’t stop thinking about it, y’know. what it would be like to have a daughter like that.”

your heart did multiple somersault inside your body, it began to race at where he was going to say next. butterflies blooming inside your stomach. “gunwook…”

“i just kept imagining it all day.” he said, the words came out quieter now. “during practice and in the car on the way here. where there would be this little girl who’d be ours. and we could teach her random stuff like how to kick a soccer ball or letting her stand on my feet while we dance silly around the living room.” his arms tightened around you and you could feel his heartbeat against your back. it was way faster than normal like he was anticipating something, like he was nervous.

“…then i kept thinking about coming home to both of you.” his voice cracked slightly on the words. “her running to the door yelling appa and just launching herself at me. and you’d be there too and it would just be. i don’t know. cozy and sweet to have something like that.”

your throat felt tight and hoarse at what he said. then you managed to say, “you’ve really been thinking about this a lot.”

“i can’t help it.” he admitted to you, turning his face so his nose brushed against your cheek. “that video just made it all feel so real. like i could actually picture it and see us with this tiny person who’d have the best parts of both of us.”

his hand found yours again as he laced your fingers together and holding on tight. “well i’d say it would be a give then that she’d definitely have you completely wrapped around her finger.” you said softly as your lips let out a smile.

gunwook laughed quietly. “no doubt. i wouldn’t even pretend to put up a fight.” then he went quiet again. you could practically feel him working up to say something. his body tensed slightly behind yours and his breathing changed entirely. “let’s have one.” the words came out so simple like he was suggesting getting takeout or watching a movie.

“what!?” you twisted in his arms to actually look at him. his eyes were bright and earnest behind that soft expression. gosh he was completely serious.

“let’s have a daughter.” he said again with his eyes seemingly sparkling at the words and a smile grew on his face. his hands moving to your waist to keep you facing him. “like now or maybe soon. i know we haven’t really planned anything but i just. i really want this with you.”

you stared at him trying to process the sudden left turn this lazy afternoon had taken. “gunwook you can’t just decide you want a baby because you saw one cute video.”

“it’s not just the video though.” he insisted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “okay maybe the video was what really made me think about it. but i’ve wanted this for a while. i want that future with you.”

his eyes searched yours and you could see how much he really meant it. his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. “a little girl who we can love and teach things to and watch grow up. i want to be the one who teaches her everything and yeah maybe scares away boys when she’s older.”

“ok you are getting a little bit ahead of yourself.” but you were smiling despite the way your heart was racing. because looking at him now with that hopeful excited expression it was impossible not to get caught up in it at least slightly.

“can you maybe just think about it.” he said pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms around you again. “that’s all i’m asking. just think about us and about having a tiny human who’s half you and half me.”

you settled back against him. your mind spinning but your chest feeling strangely warm. “you really want a daughter don’t you.”

“yes i do, very badly.” he admitted without hesitation his voice soft against your ear. “i want her to have your eyes. and i want to learn how to braid her hair even though i’d probably be terrible at it.”

his fingers traced patterns on your back now. “we’d have to actually sit down and plan though. like really thoroughly talk about it.”

“i know.” he agreed readily. “we can talk about it as much as you need to. i just needed you to know that i want this with you. for whenever you’re ready.”

you turned your head to look up at him. he was already watching you with those warm brown eyes of his. he looked completely open and vulnerable, he definitely had a bad case of baby fever. “you saw one video of a cute kid and fell apart.”

he grinned unashamedly. “yes. that little girl destroyed me. inside out. she was wearing this tiny dress with flowers on it and her hair was in these little pigtails.” his expression went soft again. “i just kept thinking about our daughter. what she’d look like.”

“wow…you sure do have baby fever. it’s ridiculous.”

“no. i am just ridiculously ready to be a girl dad.” he countered. his arm tightening around you. “come on just imagine it for a second. her room with whatever color she wants. and filled with books, toys and those little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. thenn she’s coming home on hard days and she’d tell me about school. who she played with and what she had for snack.”

his voice had gone dreamy again as he continued. “then we could make cookies together on holidays and letting her decorate them even though she’d use way too much frosting. then for her birthday parties and all her little friends.”

you felt your chest tighten at how clearly he’d imagined all of this. “one daughter.” you said finally. softly. “with your smile and your big heart.”

gunwook’s arms tightened around you. his face pressing into your hair. “she would be the cutest daughter in the entire world. no doubt.” his voice was muffled but you could hear the smile in it. “you thinking about it? for real?”

“hmmm, maybe.” you admitted. “you made it sound pretty nice.”

“pretty nice?” he repeated, mockingly offended. “i just painted the most beautiful picture of our future daughter and you say it’s just pretty nice.”

“okay it was very nice.”

“ok that’s much better.” he settled back down as he pulled you closer. “so that’s a maybe? are we at maybe?”

“we’re at the we’ll talk about it seriously later level.”

“i’ll take it.” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “but just so you know i’m gonna be thinking about this constantly now. i’m gonna start looking at baby names.”

“gunwook.”

“and tiny shoes. have you seen baby shoes? they’re so small.” his voice was full of wonder.

you laughed against his chest. feeling the rumble of his own quiet laughter. “omg, you’re still going?!”

“leave me alone… i’m so ready” he mumbled back ignoring you’re shock at his continuous response with fantasizing about his future daughter. his hand moving to rest on your stomach. it was just resting there warmly. “our daughter will be so loved.”

and wrapped up in his arms with his heartbeat steady beneath your ear you let yourself imagine it too. just for a moment. a little girl with his smile and your determination. tiny hands and bright eyes. “yeah.” you said softly. “she really will be.”

gunwook made a satisfied sound. his body relaxing completely. “can we take a nap now? all this future planning is exhausting.”

“but we didn’t plan anything.”

“it was all the thinking and emotional labor.” he mumbled. already sounding half asleep. “wake me up later so we can look at baby names together.”

“you’re serious about that?”

“i’m completely serious.” his words were getting slower and muc sleepier. “im gonna be the best girl dad ever. just you wait.”

[awnezz]

red string of fate - p.gw

wc #1558 f!reader ₓ! fluff, crack stranger gunwook

note wrote most of this in one night while falling asleep lowk ✎ might write another version of this for wonbin !

it was your first real night sleeping in your new apartment. a whole new city, living alone for the first time.

you've been living with some friends back in your hometown and before that, you were still living with your parents. you thought that it was about time you made a big change.

living with roommates made it so you could save up enough money to rent a place that's on the more expensive side. so you thought: why not get out of the city? leaving the state seemed like too big of a step, so, a new city was the next best thing.

it happened to be perfect because you have a friend that moved down this way a few years back after graduating highschool.

after so many realtor meetings and way too many tours, you finally found your dream place: high ceilings, lots of natural lighting and located close to things like coffee shops and sit down places, even some libraries.

you've been furniture shopping, and the first thing you bought was a nice new bed a frame. you also got this beautiful mid-century console table in a faded blue shade that you found at a thrift store just down the street. you thought it would look perfect in the entry away just outside of the kitchen.

you'd been to that store a few times since picking the apartment but just never saw something that caught your eye, until that day.

and to be honest, you did put up a fight for it. you were sure that you had seen the table first, but this guy seemed to also have an eye on it. although you were near it first, you both approached it at the same time.

“hey, i saw it first!” a deep voice rumbled, pulling your gaze from the furniture. he stood tall with dark hair and sharp brows. eyes fixed on yours. he wore a faded band t-shirt under a plain black zip up and some baggy ripped jeans. he looked like he belonged here, amongst the cluttered items.

“did you?” your voice a little breathless, surprised by the interaction. “my hand has been on it.” pressing your palm firmer onto the shiny wood, silently claiming.

he let out a low chuckle, as if it was just to himself. “well, i was admiring it from down the isle. that has to count for something.” the corner of his mouth twitched, like he's hiding a smile.

“admiration doesn't pay rent for the table.” you countered, something igniting within you. this wasn't just because you wanted the table, it was to prove that you belonged, that you can hold your own in a new, bustling city. “i need it. for my new apartment.” putting a foot down.

“new place? huh. well, i need it for my established place. plus i'm stronger, so.” he flexed, a playful challenge. you rolled your eyes, “strength isn't everything,” you shot back, a grin breaking through. “strategy is.” you say leaning in, voice lowered.

“okay, how about we deal with this like mature adults,”

he raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “oh? and how do mature adults settle a dispute over a vintage table?”

“rock, paper, scissors.” you declared, holding up a fist. daring him to refuse. a beat of silence, then a genuine laugh escaped his mouth drawing the attention of nearby shoppers. “you're serious?” he had to ask.

“dead serious, best two out of three.” fist remaining ready. he stood, studying you for a moment, a slow smile returning to his face. “alright, new girl. you're on.” bringing up his own fist.

“one… two… three!” you both threw.

paper covers rock. he groaned. “ha!” you shout.

“beginner’s luck,” he grumbled, but the amusement is still in his eyes. “again.”

the second round. rock smashed the scissors.

your turn to groan.

“told you,” he smirked, a victorious glint now in his gaze.

the tension, light and playful, coiled between you. the final throw. eyes locked, another silent challenge, “one… two… three!”

you threw paper. he threw rock.

“yes!” you practically shouted again. pulling your hand away from the table, a wide, uninhibited smile on your face. “it's mine!”

he sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “fine, a deal’s a deal,” he said, taking a step back with a grin on his face. “but if you ever decide you don't like it, you know who to call.” he said, gesturing to himself, “gunwook.”

“y/n,” you offered back. “and i won't. this table is perfect.” running your hand past the wood again, a true prize.

the city suddenly feeling a little bit more welcoming. you got the table, and maybe, just maybe, you made an acquaintance on the way.

you've been living in the new city for a little over a month now and you have finally gotten into the rhythm and came up with a daily routine.

giving yourself a day off from running around the town shopping for decorations, you decided to try a new recipe. you had bought the ingredients the week before but once you started, you realized there wasn't enough milk, sending you back to the corner store.

the bell above the door rang a familiar chime, while you made your way through the isles. then, a voice, deep and resonant, cutting the hum of the refrigerators.

“another gallon of milk?”, gunwook’s hand reaches for the same carton, the last one remaining.

his eyebrows arced, a familiar smirk on his face.

you snatched the milk first.

this was the third time. first the grocery story, then the hardware isle and now this. but that didn't matter, you still went home with what you left for.

a few more months passed by and if there's one thing that never fails, it's you running into gunwook at least every other day. it's gone from annoying straight to unnerving.

trying to ignore it, you thought it was time to get a job and luckily for you, a job had opened up not far from your apartment.

you love reading and you have always loved keeping your space organized, so a job at a small book story was perfect.

after polishing your resume, you aced the interview and when your first day finally came around, you couldn't seem to settle between nervous or excited.

you walked in to the employees only room, name tag in hand and a figure sat at the chair adjacent to yours. a figure that felt a little too familiar.

“you've got to be kidding me.” you said, voice low, making him look up. “what? you're working here too?” half eaten bagel, now stuck in the air in his hand. his eye widened.

dropping your bag in the table with a loud thud. “this isn't funny anymore, gunwook. are you following me?”

slamming his food back onto the table, imitating how you just did. “follow you?” he said, standing up from his chair. “i've been trying to shake you off for months! everytime i turn around, there you are! the grocery story, the laundromat, even my favorite ramen place! and now my work place?”

the two of you just stood there, staring, eyes locked. accusation battling accusation. the silence stretched, thick with unspoken frustration.

and then, something else. "ramen place?” you finally managed.

“the one with the extra spicy broth… tuesdays.” he said, quieting down.

“i always go there on tuesdays.” a small gasp escaping your mouth.

a slow realization breaking the tension. “so, no secret surveillance van?” he ventured, with an unsure smile.

“no hidden tracking device in the milk cartons?” you said starting to shake your head. “ i guess we're just… everywhere.”

more months pass, working side by side. you both became full-timers at the book store, adding more hours to the time you see each other almost daily.

the awkwardness turned into easy, fun banter between one another and you started taking breaks at the same time when there were other employees working that day.

lunch breaks, shared complaints about costumers that your can't express during work, to shared dreams and humor.

things about him, like his laughter became something you started to look forward to when you were dreading getting out of bed and going to work.

the walls you built, brick by brick, crumbled into piles of dust.

and one day, when he finally caught you during a busy day at the store, he leaned over, “there's a new coffee shop that opened down the street. they do a mean cold brew.” he paused and his eyes seemed to light up. “you free after work? i’d like to take you.”

your heart gave up a little thump, “i am.” a genuine smile breaking through, this time you're not even trying to hide it. “i'd like that.”

the coffee shop buzzed with energy and conversation. a good time all because you were in a good environment with some good company. as you walked out, the city lights starting to shine as the sun set.

you found yourself turning to him. "my place isn't too far from here.” you said, meeting his gaze. a silent invitation that didn't seem to make it through. “do you want to see how that table looks, i got it set up all nice.”

he let out a low chuckle at the realization, “show me the way..”

[twsglazer]

#NEEDTHAT

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: you’re lucky to have your hot, smart boyfriend help you study for your calc test but what happens when you can’t focus and the only solution is him. a sweet motivation.

⭑.ᐟ content warnings: established couple, kissing, fingering, begging, edging, softdom! gunwook x needy!reader

⭑.ᐟ wc: 1702

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you’re lying on your bed, half asleep and buried under a mess of calc notes when your phone buzzes.

gunwook: wanna hang out tonight?

you stare at the screen for a second before sighing and typing back.

you: unfortunately i can’t 😭 i need to lock in for math. i have a test on monday 💔

his reply comes fast.

gunwook: wow... choosing calculus over me is crazy.
gunwook: i’m actually hurt rn.

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help and smile.

you: don’t be dramatic. i still wanna see you.. maybe we can study together?🥹

the typing bubbles appear right away.

gunwook: yes yes i can help in math 😏
gunwook: i’m kinda a pro, remember?

you snort, remembering how he bragged about acing the class last year.

you: we’ll see. i’m kind of a lost cause.

gunwook: good thing i like a challenge.

you press your lips together, trying not to smile too wide. he always knows exactly what to say.

a minute later, another text pops up.

gunwook: come over tomorrow. i’ll prepare snacks and equations.

you: not sure which one i’ll actually need more 😭

gunwook: both. obviously.

you laugh softly to yourself, tossing your pencil aside. no matter how stressed you are about the test, he always manages to make it feel less heavy.

and even though you told yourself you were gonna focus, you already know you’ll be at his place tomorrow.

the next day, you’re standing outside his house clutching onto your backpack like it’s your emotional support system, already 30 minutes late. god u hated calc. he opens the door before you can even knock twice, wearing that lazy grin that already makes you want to turn around and go home because you know you’re not getting any studying done.

“look who actually showed up,” he teases, leaning against the doorframe.

you roll your eyes. “im desperate but i never said i was dedicated”.

he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. his room smells faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet, the snacks he promised. there’s already a pile of them on his desk: chips, cookies, even some candy. all your favorites.

“see?” he says proudly, gesturing toward the spread. “premium tutoring service. snacks included.” you gave him a hearty smile to show your gratitude. it’s wasn’t long tho until reality hit, you had to study.

you drop your bag onto his chair and flop onto the carpet with a groan. “i hate calculus. like, with my whole soul.”

“yeah, you’ve made that clear,” he says, sitting down beside you and flipping through your notes. “what even is this handwriting? hieroglyphics?”

you swat his arm lightly. “don’t bully me im going through it.”

“i’m not bullying,” he says, grinning. “i’m motivating. there’s a difference.”

you give him a look. “you’re bribing me with snacks.”

“and it’s working,” he says, tossing you a pack of gummies.

you’re sitting cross legged on the floor with your notebook open, but the words and numbers have started to blur. gunwook’s voice is steady beside you patient explaining the same problem for the third time, but all you can think about is how close he’s sitting.

“see? you just take the derivative of this part,” he says, tapping the page lightly. “you don’t even have to overthink it.”

you nod, even though you’re not really listening. the sound of his voice is low and steady, making it hard to focus. you grip your pencil tighter, trying to get your brain back to calculus.

“y/n,” he says after a moment, tone softer now. “you’re not writing anything down.”

you blink, realizing you’ve just been staring at the same equation for a full minute. “sorry,” you mumble, fidgeting with the corner of your paper. “i’m just… tired, i think.”

he tilts his head, watching you carefully. “tired?” he repeats. “or distracted?”

your breath catches a little. “maybe both.”

he leans forward a bit, resting his elbow on his knee, eyes never leaving yours. “what’s wrong?”

you shake your head quickly. “nothing, i’m fine. i just—” you cut yourself off when his gaze flickers toward you again, calm and curious.

“you’re not fine,” he says quietly. “you haven’t looked at the paper in five minutes.”

you laugh weakly, just to break the tension than anything. “i’m just bad at math. told you i was a lost cause.”

he smiles faintly, but doesn’t look convinced. “no, this isn’t about math. i can tell.”

you try to look back down, but his voice keeps pulling your attention back. the way he says your name gently makes your pulse stutter.

“hey,” he says again, leaning a little closer. “what’s wrong?”

you swallow hard, eyes darting away. “nothing. i’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice sounds less convincing each time.

he studies you for another second, eyes soft but searching. “then why can’t you look at me?”

the question lingers in the air, quiet and heavy. you grip your pencil tighter, pretending to think, pretending to breathe normally but every second he’s watching you makes it harder to keep pretending at all.

after what you thought felt like an eternity, but realistically was prob 30 seconds. you reach out, your hand cupping his cheek, and pull him into a desperate kiss. his lips are soft and warm. he kisses you back, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. you can feel his heartbeat steady against your chest.

“baby, what’s got you so worked up?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and tempting. his hands are in your hair, tangling in the strands, holding you to him.

you whine softly, your body pressing against his as you rub your thighs together, seeking friction and relief. “stress... i don’t know,” you gasp, your voice breathy and needy. “but i need you. i need you badly.”

he pulls back slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “is that so?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “and what exactly do you need from me?

you whimper, your body aching with need. “you know what i need,” you whisper, your voice filled with longing. “please, i need you.”

he chuckles low with a seductive sound. “only if you answer this next problem correctly,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he pulls out a piece of paper, a math problem written across it.

you look at it, your brow furrowing in concentration. “but... i’m bad at math,” you protest, you whine.

“come on, you can do it,” he encourages, his hands still roaming your body, distracting you. “just focus, baby. you’ve got this.”

you take a deep breath, trying to concentrate, but his touch is making it hard to think. you start to work through the problem, your pencil scratching against the paper. finally, you look up at him with a smile on your face. “done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.

he takes it, his eyes scanning the solution. a slow smile spreads across his face. “wrong,” he says, his voice a low growl. “try again.”

you whine in protest, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. “i need you.”

he leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek and his fingers tracing the edges of your panties. “you came here to learn, right baby?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes meet yours, dark with desire, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

you nod desperately, your body pressing against his, seeking more. “yes,” you gasp. “please, i need to learn. i need you.”

he has a smirk plastered on his lips. “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. “let’s try that again, shall we?”

you take a deep breath as you rush to finish the problem before you start to feel the wetness stuck to your panties.“done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.

he looks at your work mentally scanning to see if u got it right “good job”. you finally earned what you have been begging for.

you straddle him, your body pressing against his, seeking more. he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you tighter against him. but instead of grinding, he pulls back, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider.

“wow, i didn’t know studying could get someone so wet,” he says, his voice a low growl. his fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing.

you whimper, your body aching with need. “touch me,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need you to touch me.”

he smiles, “you’ve been good so far, i guess i need to reward you,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge.

you gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot, circling. you start to move against his hand, chasing the pleasure, but he pulls back, keeping you on the brink.

“please,” you beg again, your body trembling with need. “i can’t take it. i need to come.”

he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “soon, baby,” he promises, his fingers picking up speed, pushing you closer to the edge. “soon.”

you can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling in your belly, and you know you’re close, so close. but just as you’re about to tip over, he pulls back again, leaving you gasping and needy.

“not yet,” he says, his voice a low growl. “i want to hear you beg for it.”

you whimper, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need to come. i need you.”

he smiles, satisfied, “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. as you come undone, he holds you close. he slowly rubs your clit, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure, his lips brushing against your ear. “so needy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection and desire.

“are you ready to learn now?” he asks softly, bringing you into a warm embrace. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚