My first fanfiction and it's Kim Gun Woo x fem!reader
The plot is mostly if not all from My Name (I love that drama so I had to write the backstory like similar)
My Name x Bloodhounds
A/n: I'm actually so exited for this hopefully you like it!!
Warnings: mention of death and fighting
Vows of Vengeance
Chapter One: The Starting Point
You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing across the nightstand, faint rays of morning light creeping through the half-open blinds. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at the screen. A notification from your father. Your heart skipped a beat.
“I’ll send you some money today, don’t worry about it.”
You sighed and rolled out of bed, not bothering to reply. It had been weeks since you last saw him, weeks since his silence weighed on you, and it felt like the distance between you had grown farther than any amount of physical space could. The money was always there when you needed it, but it wasn’t the money you were after. It was your father. But he never seemed to show up when you needed him most.
Throwing on your school uniform quickly, you ignored how stiff and uncomfortable it felt against your skin—much like the life you had to live every day. Your father’s reputation had ruined everything for you. No one wanted to be your friend; no one wanted to be near the daughter of a man who had killed someone. The whispers were constant, their cruel words cutting through you like knives. You could feel their eyes following you as you walked through the school halls. Alone. Always alone.
At lunch, you sat by yourself at the farthest corner of the cafeteria, your eyes glued to the table, not daring to look up. Your phone vibrated again, pulling you from your thoughts. Another notification from your father. You didn’t check it, retreating into the music, the only solace you had left. The low hum of the melody was like a shield against the world.
When you returned home, you threw yourself onto the couch and plugged your phone into the charger, letting the music fill the quiet apartment. Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the gnawing emptiness in your chest. Another notification. This time, it was a payment confirmation. Your father had sent you the money.
You didn’t reply.
And then your phone rang. It was him. You hesitated for a moment before answering, the voice on the other end unmistakable.
“Why haven’t I seen you in three weeks?” you said, your voice colder than you intended. "You promised you’d come see me."
“Y/N, you know it’s not that simple,” your father replied, his voice sounding distant, like he was in another world entirely. “I’ve been busy.”
“You’ve been busy?” you repeated, your voice rising. "Busy killing people, busy making enemies? You don’t get to do this. I don’t even know who you are anymore."
The line went silent for a beat, and then he sighed. “I’m doing this for you, you know.”
“I don’t need your money. I need you to show up. I need you to be my father.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you quickly regained composure.
“I’ll come by later,” he said, trying to reassure you. But you both knew it wasn’t going to happen. He never showed up when he said he would.
Later that night, when you heard a knock at the door, your heart leaped in your chest. You rushed to the door, barely thinking before swinging it open, expecting to see your father standing there. But instead, you were met with the harsh sound of gunfire, your father’s body crumpling before your eyes. The blood soaked the floor, the world around you spinning.
Your father never had a chance to explain himself. His body fell to the ground in front of you, lifeless, leaving nothing but a horrible silence in its wake.
The next morning was just as numb. You found yourself standing at his funeral, the cold wind cutting through you as you stared at the coffin. The weight of his death, the emptiness of everything, was suffocating. People whispered around you, but you couldn’t focus on them. You could barely even think.
Among the mourners, a man in a tailored suit caught your eye. He was tall, his presence commanding attention even in the somber crowd. He didn’t speak, but there was something about him that made your stomach twist. This man was dangerous. You could tell by the way his eyes scanned the room, the way he stood still yet seemed ready to move at any moment.
When the crowd began to disperse, you approached him. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you held your ground.
“Are you his boss?” you asked, your voice tight with emotion.
The man’s eyes briefly flickered over you, and then he nodded slowly. “Yes,” he said, his voice cold but not unkind.
“I need your help,” you said, desperation creeping into your voice. "I need to find out who did this."
The man sighed, his eyes studying you with a mixture of sympathy and something darker. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Please,” you pleaded. "I don’t know where else to go."
He paused for a moment, then gave a slight nod. “Take care of yourself, Y/N,” he said softly before turning away.
That night, you couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness. In the silence of your apartment, you printed out fliers, listing the things you wanted to know. You pasted them around the city, each one an attempt to get closer to the truth, even if it meant putting yourself in danger.
Hours passed, and you were about to give up when your phone buzzed. A message. A number you didn’t recognize.
“I can help you. Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th Street.”
When you arrived, three men stood in the shadows, waiting for you. At first, you thought they were there to help, but as the conversation unfolded, you realized they were just using you for the money your father had sent. The beating that followed was brutal, and for a moment, you thought you might not make it out alive.
But then, in the distance, you saw the man from the funeral—your father’s boss. He appeared out of nowhere, stepping forward and taking down the men one by one. His presence was commanding, and just like that, they were all on the ground.
He offered you a hand to help you stand, and though you were bruised and bloodied, there was something in his eyes that made you feel like you weren’t alone. He didn’t speak, but his silence said everything. There was a bond here—a connection forged through violence, loss, and survival.
“Who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling from exhaustion and fear.
“Lee Joon,” he replied simply. “And I can help you get what you want, but it’ll cost you.”
You nodded slowly. You didn’t know where this would lead, but there was only one thing you were sure of: you were going to find out who killed your father, no matter what it took.
To the people who created mr. plankton…. yall are some insanely talented and sick individuals. Not only did you make the saddest shit ever you made that fine ass man the male lead!!! Romantic comedy my ass! WTF
|| word count- 3,333 | warnings- mentions of blood and zombies ||
yall this is my first fic in a while, so give me ideas and recommendations for my writing :)
Hyosan High School was a normal school, that is until a student got bitten by a viral hamster in the science lab. The girl bit another student and the virus quickly spread across the school. Now everyone’s trying to get away, but no one’s able to leave because of all the zombies. You were in a little group that included Gyeong-su.
You and Gyeong-su have hated each other since joining this school. Not that either of you had any reason, but you just couldn’t stand each other. Y’all were in the broadcasting room when a zombie got stuck in the fire hose that y’all climbed down on. The boys started fighting it until it fell off. Gyeong-su’s nose started bleeding, and with that being one of the signs of being infected, you accuse him. He argues that he’s not, but he also had a scratch on his hand. Ms. Park, being the teacher, stopped the fight by telling Gyeong-su to go into quarantine for five minutes to make sure. Gyeong-su being the stubborn person he is, stated that he’ll stay in the room next door for an hour, just to prove his point. It had already been 30 minutes without him turning, which meant that he wasn’t a zombie.
Ms. Park walked up to where you were sitting, she sighed before saying, “You said you’d apologize in thirty minutes, remember?” “You’re right, I’ll go in and make it right.” you replied. Ms. Park nodded as she walked away. She thought that forcing the two of you to confront each other may cause you to start getting along, or at least stop fighting. You opened and closed the door behind you.
“Gyeong-su?” He was sitting on the couch, staring out the window. He didn’t want to turn to look at you. He grumbled out a snarky “What?” “I’m sorry for what I said earlier about the zombie thing but-” Gyeong-su rolled his eyes and cut you off mid-sentence. “I’m listening.” “Well I’ve just been feeling so scared about everything, and I’ve been really stressed from all this, and I guess I just took my stress out on you.” His glare turned to a more surprised look. “You… taking stress out on me?” He stayed quiet. He never expected you to be that stressed, let alone say sorry. “Yea… I guess all this is too much to handle but I am sorry I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” He stayed quiet for another moment, still in disbelief about the current situation. “Yea, you’re right. It is a lot to handle.” He slowly stood up, walking towards you until he stopped. He was a few steps away from you, with his arms crossed over his chest. You let out a quiet gasp, with how close he was to you. “So….. Do you forgive me?” you ask hesitantly. Gyeong-su pretends to think, putting one of his hands up to his chin. He smirks, staring at you before letting out a small snicker. “Maybe. I still have 30 more minutes to decide.” He walks back over to the couch, not looking back.
You stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do. Gyeong-su looks over and makes a shooing movement. “You can go now, you know” You let out a scoff at his condescending tone. “You know what, now I’m gonna stay right here and wait.” You plop yourself down next to him on the couch. His smirk dropped as he gave a slightly annoyed look. He wasn’t expecting you to want to sit with him, especially in a small room. He sighed and rolled his eyes, as he went back to looking out the window. Not wanting to sit in silence, you decide to make conversation with Gyeong-su. “Soooo, how do you think this started?” you asked awkwardly. Gyeong-su turned to look at you, with an expression of thought. “I don't know, but it’s spreading quickly throughout the school and most of the school is probably…” He got quiet for a moment, staring blankly. “Yea. I feel like it had something to do with the girl this morning.” He nodded. His thumb played with the sleeve of his hoodie as he thought. “I think so too. She’s probably the one who started it.” You sense his uneasiness and try to keep the conversation going. “Well, I hope that she’s ok, but I can’t help wondering how she got like that?” He shrugged, still playing with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I have no idea… maybe it was some kind of virus?” you nodded in agreement. “That’s so weird though.” He let out a small sigh, going quiet afterwards. The room was uncomfortably silent, except for the low voices heard from the other room. “Do you think it’s gotten out of the school?” you asked. Gyeong-su ran his hand through his hair, messing up his already messy, black locks. He thought of an answer to your question before sighing once again. “Most likely. With how quickly people are turning… it’s for sure in town too.” “Ughhh. I know such a good chicken shop downtown. I’m sooo hungry.” Gyeong-su perked up at the mention of food. Now that you mentioned it, he could feel just how much his stomach was rumbling and growling. “Gosh, I’d kill for some food right now.” You leaned back at his blunt remark. “Whoaaaa, careful there, I think you might be a zombie. He rolled his eyes playfully, smirking before gently nudging you with his elbow. “Shut up. I am not a zombie.”
As your laughter died down, you were pondering a deep question. “Hey Gyeong-su, do you think you’d look good as a zombie?” He snickered at the question, yet he sat up straight and raised an eyebrow at you. “I dont know… maybeee? You want me to be a zombie sooo bad, don’t ya? You roll your eyes at his mention of the past. “Nooo. I was just wondering, you know.” He rolled his eyes, jokingly crossing his arms over his chest. “Mmmh… I’m not so sure if I believe you.” You scoffed and replied playfully, “Ughh, well I think I would look good as a zombie.” He perked up, his smile turning into a full-on grin. “You think you’d look good as a zombie? I need to hear this reasoning.” You scoffed at his disbelief. “I mean I already look good right now, so like when I’m chasing people it couldn’t really be that different.” He let out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Yeah ok. You’ll look really intimidating chasing after people.” “Ugh no. I dont wanna look intimidating, I wanna look like sexy.” Gyeong-su raised an eyebrow. His smirk returned, as he held back a laugh. “You wanna look sexy… as a zombie?” You looked at him with disbelief. “Duhhh. Wouldn’t you?” He tried to stay serious, he really was trying not to laugh. “I mean… yeah… but you’re not even denying that you wanna look sexy as a zombie!” “Well… do you think I look sexy now?” You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, while he took a moment to answer. His eyes roamed across your figure, taking everything in about your appearance. “I mean… you’re not bad-looking, I guess…” You replied while licking your lips, “Well I mean… I could say the same thing about you.” He was surprised by the fact that you had said he was good-looking too. “You really think I look good?”. “Yeah,” you lean in close and drop your voice to a whisper, “I think you’re the hottest person here, after me of course.” He chuckled at your words. “Of course, of course. Except you are 10x hotter than me,” he replied sarcastically. “Hey, for the record, you said it, not me.” You threw your hands up and looked around. He smirked at your gesture. “Yeah, I suppose I did,” he said softly, looking up at you again. There was something about you that he found attractive, but he never knew what it was.
You lean in closer to Gyeong-su and he lets out a small laugh. “What are you doing, eh?” You reply as if you were unaware, “Huh, doing what? We were just talking.” Gyeong-su looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew what you were doing, but he decided to play along with it. “Right, right… just talking… that’s all we’re doing…” “Ha. Well our non-stop talking is what got us both in this mess so…” Gyeong-su let out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “We really couldn’t act like civilized people and stop arguing for 30 minutes? And now look at where we are…” “Yeah. I mean even with a zombie apocalypse we can’t handle being around each other.” He sighed, like he had a small, jokingly, annoyed expression. “I don’t understand why you have to put it like that… it’s you who can’t keep your mouth shut around me.” Your mouth dropped in disbelief of his remark. “ME?!?!” you say with your eyes wide open. Gyeong-su snickers, holding back a laugh. “ Yes… YOU, why are you acting so surprised?!” You scoffed at him. “I mean… the right thing to so would be to ignore me,, but you alwayss have a snarly reply.” He rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Well I’m not just going to stand there and let you insult me. Of course, I’m gonna shoot back at you when you do that.” You sighed loudly before saying, “It’s ok. I know it’s hard to resist me.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing again. “You’re so cocky… you really have a high ego, dont you?” Your eyebrows raised, “Oh, and you don't?” He stayed quiet, his smirk changing into a slight frown. “I mean… I dont have as big of an ego as you do.” Your lips opened up into a smile. “Yeah ok, take a look in the mirror buddy.” He let out a small scoff, his frown remained, but now there was a small smirk also. “I do not have a big ego… you just have a bigger one and you can’t handle the truth.” “No, I just know when and how to inflate my ego because it is hard to keep up with how big yours is,” you replied truthfully. Gyeong-su rolled his eyes, his smirk growing wider. “Oh, oh really? MY ego is big? I’m totally sure it’s not your ego… since yours is like 10x the size of mine…” You smiled at his remark, “Really, so I’m like 10x more everything from you?” He stayed quiet for a moment, realizing what he said. “Now hang on a minute, that’s not-“ “I mean ok, ok, but we all know that you are definitely 10x fatter than me.” Gyeong-su gasped and looked at you with a face of complete shock. “ I am NOT fat.” “Well, who’s the one that gets 5 servings at lunch?” He rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff. “I’m a growing boy. I need food, You’re just jealous that I can eat a lot without getting fat.” You look surprised at his response, “A growing boy??? I dont think there’s more room left to grow.” Gyeong-su jokingly slapped your arm, playfully glaring at you. “Hey shut up… there is room to grow. Lots of it actually.” You start to get bored with the conversation, wanting to take it elsewhere. “Really? Like where?” Gyeong-su rolled his eyes, his face turning slightly red from embarrassment. He shook his head slightly, “You really wanna know?…
You looked at him with eyes of desire. You climbed on top of him and straddled him. “Yeah… I do.” His eyes widened as he looked up at you, surprised. He took a sharp breath, his heartbeat quickening. “Wh-what are yo-” You interrupt him with a kiss. He shut his eyes and his voice, letting the feeling sink in as he slowly became relaxed, his hands quickly coming up to your hips. He deepens the kiss and you instinctively grind on him. He let out a gasp against your lips, surprised by the sudden action. His grip on your hips tightened. Gyeong-su tried to stay calm, but all he could feel was desire. You break the kiss for a quick moment to take off your dress shirt. His eyes trailed across your bare chest, taking in every inch of you he could. His breathing was becoming more ragged and heavy. He looked up at you, his hands still on your hips, pulling you closer.
“Don’t be shy,” you smirked at his gaze. He quickly followed suit and took off his shirt. You trailed soft and slow kisses from his neck down to his abs. He leaned back and let out a low moan. He tangled one of his hands in your hair, fingers gripping tight. You unbutton his pants, as he hitched his breath. You looked up at him, “What? You just gonna watch?” He let out a little chuckle, his eyes still staring down at you as his voice came out in a low husk, “Nah… I was just enjoying the view first.” He guides you up and down his cock. He lets out another low moan, his head tilting back. He groans as he finishes in your mouth, filling you with his white, hot seed. He lets out a quiet gasp and takes a few deep breaths before pulling your face back up to his own. You kiss him back hard and passionately. He stands you both up and bends you over the arm of the couch. Gyeong-su was desperate for more, he needed to feel like you were his. His hands roamed all over you as he began to kiss and bite your neck. You moan at the wet and sloppy kisses. He trails his hands down to your pelvis, feeling your wetness through your shorts. He could feel himself harden as he got more and more desperate. He pushes your skirt up and your shorts down, as he slowly bottoms out in you. He groans at your tightness and begins to thrust. You moan out his name and he begins to go faster. He was breathing hard as he buried his face in your neck. You both finished and were breathing heavily. Gyeong-su let out a soft sigh, wrapping his arms around your middle, “That… Felt amazing…” You smirked at his ragged breath, “Told you I’m better.” he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head with a soft smirk. “Yeah yeah you’re better, you win.” You both lay on the couch for a few minutes in comfortable silence, before you say, “Ok, ready to go back out there?” Gyeong-su groaned, he didn’t really want to leave. He just wanted to stay right here holding you. You could see the reluctance in his eyes and impulsively said, “You know what, let’s do round two.” Gyeong-su raised an eyebrow at your bluntness. He sat up and looked at you with a smirk, “Yeah? You wanna go again? Already?” “I mean don’t I have 10x more stamina than you or not?” you asked. He huffed, rolling his eyes with an amused smirk. He gently pulled you closer as he said, “I’ll prove that I can go just as long as you can.” You both kiss each other hard and passionately, as if you were the last people alive. Gyeong-su kissed you with urgency, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you. He was desperate to touch you, to feel you, to taste you. He slowly guided you back onto the couch, him on top of you this time. You put your legs up onto his shoulders to give him full access. He looked down at you, admiring your face. He began to set a slow and steady pace, wanting to take his time in enjoying the moment. You clench around Gyeong-su during your climax. He then releases into you. He slowly pulls out, staying on top of you for another moment to catch his breath. He looked down at you, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he spoke, “Did I win?” You looked up at him and said, “Yeah, that’s the last time though.” He laughed, rolling his eyes, yet again, “Ah really? It’s the last time now, huh?” “Yeah, unless…?” He raised an eyebrow, interested in what you could be suggesting, “Unless… what?” “I mean, I could just go back out there…” you said innocently. Gyeong-su huffed, frowning, clearly not liking that idea. “Nope, no, you’re not going anywhere.”
He gently grabbed your wrists, keeping you pinned under him. You lean up and kiss him. He melts into the kiss. His hand comes up to cup your face- thumb gently stroking the skin of your cheek. The kiss was soft, but there was still the desperate need for more. He breaks the kiss and trails hard, rough kisses down your body. “Taking a page out of my book, huh?” you say as you look down on him. He takes his time eating you out, licking a stripe along your thigh- stopping for a minute before continuing on with his ministrations. He was very thorough, wanting to make sure he wouldn’t miss any part of you. You moan at the sensation, trying to resist the urge to grind on his face. You finish and accidentally squirt on his face. He gasps, surprised, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He took a moment to catch his breath, before crawling back up to you- kissing you gently on the lips. You both lay there for a bit, in comfortable silence.
After catching your breath you say, “Ok loverboy, you think that’s enough?” Gyeong-su let out a small laugh at being called ‘loverboy’, “I mean, I think it is but… I don’t know about you.” “It has definitely been over 30 minutes, the others are gonna be wondering what happened.” He sighed, knowing that you were right, but he didn’t want to stop. As you both stand up to leave, you gasp and stop in your tracks. “Do you think they heard us?” Gyeong-su looks at you with slight panic, “I-I hope not.” “I mean someone in here was really loud.” you say with a smirk. He covered his face in embarrassment, groaning softly. “Oh gosh, don’t remind me. Hey, you were loud too, you know.” he retorted back. “Whoopsie daisy.” you say mischievously. Gyeong-su let out a scoff, gently slapping your arm. “Whoopsie daisy? That’s all you have to say? We were both loud.” You leaned back from him, “Whoa, don’t get all rough on me now zombie.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and pinning it to the couch- keeping you beneath him. “I’ll get rough if you want me to sweetheart…” You smile up at him, “Slow your roll, cowboy. I’m pretty tired, let’s sleep here.” He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, but he found the idea kind of nice. He nodded, “Okay, yeah… why the hell not.”
Gyeong-su wakes up, realizing that you’re cuddled up against him. He smiled to himself, a soft and content look as he ran his hand through your hair. Cheong-san walks in and coughs to get our attention. Gyeong-su turns his head around and shushes him, pointing to the fact that you were still sleeping. “Whoa, you two sure look comfy. What happened last night?” Cheong-san says in a whisper. Gyeong-su groans, hiding his face by pressing it into your hair. “Just… shut up.” he replies. “What really happened because we heard some crying and slapping, but we didn’t want to disturb you guys.” Cheong-san says with a smirk. Gyeong-su’s eyes go wide as he feels his face growing redder, “Wait… you guys heard us?” Cheong-san scoffs, “Yeah, you guys were kind of loud.” Gyeong-su groaned even louder, “I swear if you don’t shut up, I will kick your ass.” Cheong-san put his hands up and started backing away, “Ok man well come on out now.” Gyeong-su gently wakes you up, “Morning, sleepyhead.”
no because it's not just about him recreating her room for the whole day while his company is flopping, it's about him replicating it down to the little details. not just the stars, but the wallpaper. the covers. the positioning of the furniture.
as an architect, he understands the beauty of structures, and the memories they hold/represent. by transporting her back in time to the days when he might have first fallen for her by making her room as it was 10 years ago, he's communicating with her. just as an artist would find meaning in everything about their muse.
I have a feeling that his abilities as an architect are gonna come in use once again to represent his love for her. he's going to build her something timeless, I'm sure of it.
in case you all wanted to know how my week has been… i watched even if this love disappears tonight, 20th century girl, and pavane…back to back to back… fell for it 3 fucking times and cried every time… anyway
