hi love! can i ask for reader x ot9 zb1 are in a group chat and suddenly someone blurts out which one of them reader likes and what are their reaction? thankss in advance I already love your writings and can I be 🍓 - anon?
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♡ sypnosis: your boyfriend is park gunwook. sweet. cute. couldn’t hurt a fly. and you? a demon who wants to tick him off and see him jealous. gunwook doesn’t play when it comes to his feelings, so naturally, you’ll suffer the consequences—or maybe you won’t. you’re kinda his soft spot.
♡ genre: teeth rotting fluff, some angst, established relationship, boyfriend!gunwook
♡ 2.1k word count
♡ warnings: toxic?? a little emotional manipulation?? reader trying to get gunwook jealous, cursing, please let me know if i need to add any!
♡ nano note: idk guys i was just deep in my gunwook bag when i wrote this. he’s so 🥺…enjoy! xoxo
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You stared at your boyfriend on the couch, watching the way he maneuvered his long fingers across his phone screen, probably playing clash of clans like he always did.
The natural pout that his lips formed made your cheeks flush rosy.
He was just so cute. Just thinking about all the times that very pout had convinced you to do things for and with him had your heart racing.
Who could resist it?
This got you thinking…
You don’t think you’ve ever seen your sweet and caring boyfriend actually upset. Maybe bothered, but he’d always cover it up with a smile and/or talk out how he was feeling before those emotions escalated. It left you to believe that this healthy way of communication and emotional management had been one of the very reasons you fell for the boy.
As you watched him in his puffer jacket, pout still on display, black hair in his eyes, the devil on your shoulder started to talk to you.
How would he look angry?
You’d never seen him genuinely frustrated…
Now, now, now.
I know what you’re thinking!
This isn’t a good idea!
“You’re so in love with me huh? Just can’t stop staring…tsk tsk…” He mumbled out just for you to hear, a small boyish and teasing grin making its way onto his face before his lips pursed up like a duck.
The pink rosacea in his cheeks from the cold outside still hadn’t settled, and yet here he was, already on his bullshit.
His words made you roll your eyes as you decided to make your way to the other side of the couch.
Fuck what was right and wrong!
He teased you first, so let the games commence.
You scoff as you move, deciding to scroll through your own phone mindlessly for the award-winning act you were about to put on. “In love?…with you? Hah!” You chuckled out, intending to say it loud enough to where it wasn’t meant to be heard by him but still was.
He peaked over at you for the first time in a while and frowned a bit as you stretched your legs out to where your feet had ended at the side of his thighs.
You’d seen that frown before.
He’d do it when something was said that didn’t quite sit right with him and it would usually lead to a conversation.
This time, however, his hands found your ankles and pulled you closer by the leg, almost disregarding his phone altogether.
“What did you say?” He asks, peaking over at you as you screech from the sudden movement. You always forget about his strength, so the sudden pull forward caught you off guard.
“I didn’t say anything…” You say, never sparing a glance his way, face clearly ridden with irritatance.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smirk, then his hands leave your ankles, but his elbow touches your sock-covered feet mindlessly. He goes back to playing on his phone, igniting a bigger want in you to continue the game that you were playing with him.
For a few silent moments, you thought through ways to get under his skin, deciding you weren’t good at truly hurting him without doing anything detrimental. Still, you smirk for a second when an idea comes to mind.
“Gunwook, can you please stop touching me?” You say, pulling your feet away so no contact would be made between you two.
That’s it! Hit him where it hurts; physical affection.
His head snaps to you, and he immediately flinches away from you as he processes your words. You’d never asked him that before…and definitely never whilst using his government name.
“Uh, yeah…sorry.” He mumbled, and now his frown is a pout.
A sad one.
You keep yourself from laughing at the scene, your chest aching for your baby boo and how mean you were being to him.
He didn’t deserve this!
You take him in for a moment as his fingers tap lightly on his screen. Random swipe, random tap…it was almost like he was fidgeting with his game at this point. Whatever was on his mind was clearly bothering and hindering him from focusing.
Suddenly, without warning, he’s quickly turning his phone off and turning his body towards you.
“Baby…do you want to eat something?” He says in a hopeful tone, thick eyebrows raised.
You barely spare him a glance.
“Not really…” you mumble, continuing to randomly type your feelings in the messaging app so it looked like you were texting someone at the moment.
You spot Gunwook’s shoulders drop a bit, then he’s leaning back into the couch, just staring at you.
“I thought you texted me earlier that you hadn’t eaten yet…” He says as he watches you, his eyes a little serious. You continue to spare him no glance.
“I lied. I ate with a friend earlier. He left before you got here.” You lie, tone flat. At this point your pulse feels like it’s beating out of your chest. From the corner of your line of vision, you watch as he continues to stare at you, face blank and almost no emotions emitting at all.
It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your rib cage and hide under the couch with how serious he looked. This was not your pookie; it wasn’t even Gunwook at this point.
It felt like a stranger had taken over.
You can’t really blame him though; you too probably seemed like a stranger to him right now.
After a few more seconds of excruciatingly tense silence, he‘s standing and zipping up his coat, presumably getting ready to leave.
Your eyes shoot up, and when you catch a glimpse of his face, you knew you fucked up. It’s cold—unwaveringly cold.
Like a switch, you realize the game is over, and quickly stand to your feet. “Where are you going?” You ask, eyebrows raising and a scared smile rising to your face. Gunwook just looks past you and around for his belongings, sparing you not an ounce of his attention.
“I’m going to leave. You can call your friend back. Maybe you’d have more fun with him.” He says, and for a second you catch the glossiness in his eyes. Your heart drops immediately, and before you can even think, you’re launching yourself at him.
“Gunwook! No! Wookie i was just playing! It’s a joke I swear it’s a joke!” You say, arms tightening around his rigid frame whilst he goes still and stares past you.
“…”
There’s silence for a breif moment and you start to get really scared.
“Pookie you know it’s all jokes! I wanted to get you mad…It was stupid, I’m really sorry.” You say, chin on his chest as you cling onto him, manically begging him to listen.
He takes a moment before looking down at you, your faces impossibly close, a blank expression still present.
“…Say swear.” He says, looking down at you through his lashes, pout forming on his lips.
You can’t help but crack a smile, leaning on your tiptoes to peck his lips.
If it was up to you, you’d wish to kiss his pout away until it never returned.
So that’s what you do.
Peck.
Peck.
Peck.
And when you pull away with a “muah!” each time, his smile starts to appear and grow wider. Soon he’s fighting back the smile as he looks down at you, never once leaning down to aide the height difference as you struggle.
“Gunwook I swear! I swear on everything, it was just a joke. There was no guy here. I am really really hungry right now. I don’t want to see you upset. I’m sorry.” You ramble out, staring up at him.
He was your grey marshmallow right now, arms stuck to his sides and in his puffer jacket as you squeezed the life out of him.
And just like that, a full smile breaks out on his face, gummy and sweet. You smile too in response, but then you’re quickly squealing again when he breaks free of your squish and suddenly throws you over his shoulder.
“H-Hey! Put me down!” You yell, trying to steady yourself to be vertical again by using his back. He laughs and keeps you in the air however, arms strongly wrapped around your legs.
“No. I’m hungry and you made me wait.” He says, and you can hear the gummy smile in his tone. Soon he’s marching outside where snow is falling from the sky; reminants of a blizzard from a few days ago.
The cold air immediately hits your pajama-covered skin and you feel a shiver run up your spine. “W-we can order food! Take me back inside, I’m cold!! Put me down!” You yelp, hands on his shoulders as you look down at him, a smile never leaving your face.
He just looks up at you and laughs.
“Oh my- I’ve never seen you from this angle before.” He says, and his lips are doing that pursed thing again.
You blush, trying to visualize yourself in his position when a vivid image of your probable double-chin comes to mind.
“Sh-shut up-“ You try, but you’re cut off suddenly when his grip on you is loosening, and your body slides closer to the floor.
You’re suddenly aware of your sock-only covered feet so you screech and start to claw at his shoulders as you raise your legs.
“Gunwook! I don’t have shoes on-“
“You told me to put you down!” He’s laughing out, staring at you face to face now that you’ve shimmied your way down to eye-level.
You smack his chest, which ultimately doesn’t do much because of the layers he’s wearing.
“I’m going to get sick-“
“Good.” He says, interrupting you again, shiny stars in his eyes as he nods. You go quiet as you take him in, staring at the snow flakes littering the top of his head.
He stares back with that wide smile still on display whilst he tries to hide it. The sight nearly takes the cold feeling rising in your chest away. You felt warm.
In the middle of a blizzard—but warm.
“It’s what you get for trying to make me mad-“
“Gunwook, you’re stunning.” You say, cutting him off for the first time.
He’s shocked for a second as he looks in your eyes—it’s there where he can tell you mean what you say. He goes silent and his cheeks flush as he thinks about blaming it on the cold.
“Hey…that’s my line…” He says shyly, and without another second to spare he’s taking you back inside. Out of shyness, he opens the door quickly and places you down as soft as he can.
You smile, completely enamored by the warm giant. He shuffles into your home, shy and awkward as if he hasn’t been there twenty plus times before.
“G-go change. You’ll get sick.” He says through a stutter. You smile up at him, eyeing the snowflakes littered through his raven-locks.
So then you motion for him to come closer.
“W-what?” He asks, inching a small bit forward. You roll your eyes.
“I’m not going to do anything, come here and let me help you.” You say, giggling at his shy stubbornness. He blushes as he leans down, then your arms make their way up to pat the snow off of his head.
He’s smiling at you the whole time, eyes full of charm.
Eyes that read; she’s so into me.
Before you can pull away he’s mirroring you, moving to get the snow off of your hair but obnoxiously messing it up and tangling it in the process.
You laugh out in protest at this. “Hey! O-okay! I get it-“
But he doesn’t stop.
“We get it! Thank you-“
And without warning, his lips are on yours and cutting you off, large hands at both sides of your cheeks.
His lips are pillowy and warm and juxtapose his cold hands that are cupping your face like you’ll disappear in any second.
When he pulls away, his eyes immediately look into yours, hands never leaving your face. He leans in one more time, and naturally your eyes close on instinct.
Before he peppers another light kiss to your lips, he whispers out a few words accordingly—just like the little shit that he is;
