if you told me the mean and funny yellow head in glasses would have such a grip on me a year later, to the point i fear he might die and it’s gonna traumatize me for life, i’d probably laugh
For someone that prefers their skin to be flawless and smooth, Goo is awfully fascinated with yours. His hands constantly wander, tracing over your blemishes and imperfections.
"Hmm, I like your skin," his fingers run along your ribcage, taking his time, as if he's counting each one.
"What, to wear?" you ask him one evening, after he spent far too long pouring over your body.
He looks up from caressing a freckle on your hip and chuckles.
Well, that's comforting.
“Are you still mad, Princess?”
Damn this guy. He knows to pick his battles with you at your weakest. When you’ve spent the whole day in bed together, him drawing constant moans and whimpers from your lips until your mind is completely blank and your whole body is quivering.
Well. What does he think?
To be honest, after the shine of your reunion and your kiss had worn off, you had been filled with rage. Honestly, you never would have thought you would see a delinquent such as Goo Kim cower because of you.
It took weeks, months of work. Of peaks and troughs to get over the way he treated you. How he heartlessly ghosted you and tossed you aside and then reappeared in your life again as if that was fine.
Goo learnt the consequences to his actions, hated every moment, and had some eye opening lessons.
So no. You’re not mad anymore. Although-
“What if I still am?”
Your boyfriend grins at you with an insatiable hunger, ready to make you black out from pleasure.
.
.
Late nights are usual for Goo. He often comes home to find you fast asleep on his side of the bed, burying yourself in his scent like a safety blanket.
Tonight, while he undresses, the moonlight peeps through the gap in the curtains and illuminates your face.
Even seeing you lifts his spirits.
Especially tonight, as unfortunately, it also highlights your drool.
He laughs to himself, swiping it away with his hand, you stirring in your sleep when he does so.
A little gesture, that is really quite ordinary and meaningless but so desperately intimate is how the realisation comes crashing down on Goo that he is deeply in love with you.
That even as he felt his feelings blossoming, he never really managed to put the words to it until now.
How, before you, he never thought he would be someone that could fall in love but now there is no denying it.
Love is the only way to describe how he feels about you.
.
.
And another few months later-
Goo waits outside a small cafe, leaning against his eye-wateringly expensive car and fiddling with his phone.
A handsome blonde in a designer suit catches the eyes of many but he ignores them all, fixated on the mobile game.
And actually, a very happily taken man.
Knowing these pretenders would never be able to keep up with him. Not like you do.
He senses your presence before anything else, and looks up to catch you waving goodbye to your college study group.
As soon as you’re alone, you slump. The weariness of the day taking its toll on you; the demanding pace of your prestigious university course maybe being a bit too much.
Goo waits for you to spot him and it doesn’t take long. As soon your eyes meet, your face transforms, lighting up and your smile is brighter than the sun.
“Let’s go home hmm, Princess?”
.
.
“And this is the partner that I don’t hate,” Goo smirks, gesturing at you and happy with his backhanded words.
Gun doesn’t say anything, just studies you from the other side of the counter as you bag up their purchases.
“Hi,” you say, then look to your boyfriend for an introduction.
He flaps his hand in your direction, “He’s a nobody. Don’t worry about it.”
“Gun Park,” the other man says, letting the insult slide off him and extending his hand out.
This Gun is intense, matching that of your boyfriend, just in very different ways. But luckily, you may be the best person on earth to handle Goo Kim. You’re sure you can handle Gun Park too.
Not flinching from his black eyes, you hold his gaze as you reach out and shake his hand. Firm grip, brief, professional.
When they both leave, Goo blows you a kiss and Gun gives you a small nod.
You tilt your head at the dark haired man. Something about that nod feels like him approving of you.
.
.
And a lot more than a few months later-
Goo staggers in, reeking of alcohol, loud and headache-inducing.
“This is your problem now.” Gun dumps him in the doorway and leaves without a second glance.
“Huh?” Goo looks around, glasses askew, trying to place exactly where the fuck he is.
“Good night?” You ask, diverting his attention to you as a far off voice in his brain tells him this is his home.
“Y/N!” He slurs, suddenly hit with a burst of energy and throwing himself in your direction. Boy is he pleased to see you. Although, now he thinks about it, when is he not.
Goo grins, lopsided and with heart eyes, “I want to see you everyday.”
You must be cursed. Because even though Goo is an absolute nuisance when he's drunk, even more so than usual if that is possible; at the same time, his sappiness comes out in droves and you can never find it in yourself to be mad at him.
“You do,” you reply, handing over a glass of water.
“No. I want to spend all my time with you.” He frowns down at the drink that has appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
“You do.”
“No,” he pouts, on the verge of a tantrum because why on earth are you being so dense and not understanding him right now.
“I’m not dense, you’re just drunk!”
Oops. Goo giggles to himself when he sees you glaring at him. He was supposed to just think that.
“Princess,” he says, puppy dog eyes appearing after you force him to down the water in one go, “You don’t get it.”
“Tell me then.”
“I want to marry you.”
“Is that it?” You pluck the glass from his hand and replace it with another full one.
“Yes!” Goo is this close to stomping his feet. Can you please stop handing him water. That is not a reasonable response to him pouring his heart out over here.
“You tell me that all the time too.”
A frown. “I do?”
“Yes. But babe…”
“Hmm?”
“We’re already married.”
Goo looks impossibly confused until he glances down, and spots a shiny band around his ring finger. “Oh!”
He gives you another grin and your heart melts.
.
.
Goo used to think you would be an idiot marrying his high school sweetheart but turns out, he’s one and the same.
i know how much this sounds dumb to you, but i feel like i should confess it to you sooner or later to get rid of it and prevent it from escalating any further.
ㅤ
to put it more simply, i like you.
ㅤ
i like you so much to the point that imagining adorable and fuzzy scenarios in my head would be filled with you. the love songs i listen to are suddenly all about you, and i hate it so much it's driving me insane. i hate how it makes me smile, fluster, all of that. i'm being a real idiot right now, am i? maybe Gun was right, i'm still in denial for my feelings for you.
ㅤ
the way you smile, the way your laugh sounds sonically pleasing to hear, your teasing, it all gives me butterflies. i'm surprised that you didn't notice me falling for you slowly by each second passing by, wasn't i a bit too obvious?
ㅤ
maybe because i always kept telling you that i love you jokingly?
ㅤ
though, i feel like i'd ruin our relationship like this, i don't really want that to happen. if that does happen, i don't know if i could talk to you the same anymore. but at the end of the day, it's just some silly love letter right? no big deal! ;)) we can always pretend like it didn't happen at all and continue with our lives, maybe even continue the friendship too if you're okay with it!
ㅤ
i know this is a bit embarrassing and stupid for a love letter for you and it's not as poetic like the others you've gotten from before, but i really wanted you to know.
... and maybe because i want to get back at Gun's statements about me being a pussy (✿^‿^) but that doesn't matter. what matters is that you get my message through this letter.
Reading childhood "friend" Goo x reader made me want Gun reacting Goo on the giving y/n a discount and finding it odd.
Wonder if Gun would tease him lol.
Hey Sam! The timeline of the childhood friend fic doesn't quite match up as it would be pre meeting Gun and then you become a couple so that asshole is money hungry but maybe not that much!
Goo Kim x Reader: Generous (feat. Gun Park)
G/N.
"You're generous with Y/N."
Gun says it like it's a statement of fact. Because it is.
An observation given freely by Gun Park is usually right on the money. He's astute and accurate as always.
And that makes Goo want to punch him.
He holds himself back and opts for casual.
"What can I say, I'm a generous guy." He gesticulates with his black card before handing it over to the store assistant. "Wrap it up nice and pretty please, sweetheart."
He gives them a grin. Tones down the wildness, aims for alluring instead of deranged and they blush. Falling hook, line, and sinker.
‘Ah, still got it.’
Goo waits patiently, rocking slightly back and forth as they put his purchase through and carefully package it up.
Goo waits patiently, ignoring Gun's eyes burning into the back of his head. Unsatisfied with his previous non-answer.
Goo waits patiently, even as the assistant is taking ages. Seriously, how long does it take to wrap something and can Gun fucking gawk at him any harder.
He whirls round.
"What."
Gun raises his eyebrow in response as if to say 'what' back, but he stays silent and staring. Goo doesn't miss the minute smirk pulling at his lips though. He reconsiders making a scene and punching him.
Goo stares back. Eyes narrowing behind his glasses with each passing second.
The quiet conversation of other customers, the rustling of tissue paper, all blurring into the background.
Goo stares and stares, lips thinning.
Thinks about the hideous scar hidden behind Gun's sunglasses. How he would like to cut it back open. Add a few more scars on that bastard's body-
"Are you and Y/N," Gun breaks the silence first. It's unusual. Just like Goo with you. The question must have had his curiosity for some time. He takes an uncharacteristic pause as he considers his phrasing, "... together?"
Goo would rather cut off his own tongue than answer Gun. Just out of principle. Yet... even though you aren't here, denying your relationship, your importance to him seems wrong somehow.
He tries again for evasive instead.
"Why do you want to know?" The blonde waggles his eyebrows at his partner. "You're not my type anyway."
Gun reads between the lines.
Thinks about the expensive (even by their standards) gift taking a painstakingly long time to wrap. Goo's urgency to rush here and buy it for you. The way he lights up responding to your calls and messages. The increasing frequency he has rejected money making opportunities due to other commitments.
THANK U FOR THE RECENT SAMUEL SEO im literally so obsessed with him i cant-
but!! he’s not the only one!!
could u try goo with a childhood friends!lover? (im just going through my list of red flags boyfriends with this trope heh)
To my requests. sorry for not answering in order. Btw I've got a school day/teenager long fic with Goo in the Gun + Goo masterlist... but how about this.
Goo Kim x Reader: Childhood 'friends'
G/N. Sorta childhood friends to lovers.
Goo descends into your life like an angel.
"Will you pay me if I beat up these boys?" he shouts over, giving the wooden baseball bat in his hand a few practice swings.
(He takes in your cowering body, cornered against the wall, the group of older boys slinging insults first.
Then your pristine, limited edition trainers and the expensive label on your clothes second.)
You look over at the short figure with the badly bleached blonde hair. He seems small for his age, same as you.
Best case scenario, he makes good on his word. Worst case, they beat both of you up.
You give a nod and all hell breaks loose.
.
.
Goo isn't an angel at all. He's a demon that has ascended and strutted into your life.
"Is this enough?" You ask, peeling open your velcro Sanrio wallet and removing a handful of bills.
"Thanks!" Goo swipes it out of your hand, tainting the notes with blood before tucking it away in his pocket with a reassuring pat.
A body at his feet lets out a groan and he gives them a hard kick. You think there’s a crunch of bone breaking. It’s not as sickening as you thought it would be.
"That one's for free." He gives you a gigawatt grin and you return it. In your eyes, not even what you just witnessed this boy doing could tarnish his shine.
"My name is Goo," he signals for your phone and you hand it over without a second thought. He taps in what you assume are his contact details before giving it back.
"Call me if you need any help." You reach out to take it and he leans in, smile taking a dangerous edge, "You'll need to pay though."
.
.
For fear of retribution, you ask Goo to walk you back home from school everyday for the next few weeks.
You text him a time and an address, and he texts you back his price. It's enough to drain your allowance, but not enough for you to risk your safety.
He waits for you by your school gates everyday, with his patchy hair and a scruffy jacket three sizes too big, and gives you a wave with both arms whenever he spots you.
He's chatty. Much chattier than you expected. Always just seemingly rattling off whatever is on his mind. Animes he has watched, manhwas he's reading. What he had for lunch, what he's craving for dinner.
You piece together that Goo is only a few months older than you. He should be in 6th grade by now but he never mentions school. You don't think he even attends school.
He also has a terrible sweet tooth, that you pay for of course. Stopping off at a convenience store together as he picks out a snack.
"Get whatever you want." you say the first time you catch him deciding between a drink or a bar of chocolate. "I'll pay for it."
He buys both.
That should have been a mistake. He drains your allowance further everyday. Yet you can't help thinking it's fine as he gives you a toothy grin that reaches his eyes.
The weeks pass by in the blink of an eye. When you reach your front door on the last day, Goo shuffles, fidgets uncharacteristically.
"I can keep walking you home," he says, eyes on the floor and kicking at dirt. "...I can give you a discount."
.
.
Goo starts seeing you at the weekend too.
You're the first person that sees him after getting his hair professionally done.
"I'm handsome, aren't I!" his bravado masks his nervousness. He doesn't know why he's nervous in the first place, but when you agree and ruffle his newly coiffed locks, it evaporates completely.
Payment comes in the form of food and drinks, snacks and street food, cinema tickets, small little gifts he has his eye on.
As consolation, at least he always shares.
.
.
When you first met you're sure he was shorter than you.
You don't remember when he matched your height, but now you notice you have to tilt your chin up to look at him.
You miss the scruffy jacket he used to have. The one that he rapidly grew out of, body filling out with muscle. It gets replaced by more and more luxurious brands. His hair looks more and more polished. He picks up glasses along the way to complete the look.
He still makes you pay every time you meet. You feel like he lets you off easy with cheap choices because his taste these days seems anything but cheap.
You wish you had more time with the boy you used to know, but you love the man he's growing into.
Goo never lets you sway too far away from him, keeps you by his side most weeks. Reaches out to send you silly memes or calls you just to ramble his thoughts when you're apart.
You're two peas in a pod.
.
.
The longest time you spend apart is when Goo is sent away to juvie.
An unknown number texts you, says they're Goo's cousin and breaks the news.
It doesn't come as a surprise, considering how you first met, the person he is. You've spent years together at this point and seen him at his most violent and bloodthirsty.
Still. For you, nothing can tarnish his shine.
.
.
On the day Goo is released, you're waiting for him outside the juvenile detention centre.
You're the first person he sees, and he waves at you with both arms before opening them, welcoming you, offering himself.
He’s even taller, more muscular. His features distinguished and jawline cutting. His hair, just like years gone by, is bleached and patchy.
The grin is the same. It’s always the same.
You sprint and throw yourself full force into Goo, knocking the air out of his lungs.
He holds you tight. Clings on harder than he ever has. Missed you more than he will ever admit.
As if you're reading his mind, you murmur into his collar, "I've missed you.'
Goo takes a deep inhale, nose nestled in your hair and breathing in your familiar scent. Relishing your touch, your presence, you.
He doesn't plan on spending this long away from you ever again.
"Who is this mysterious sexy man?" Goo chuckles, "It's ME!"
He thrusts the trashy tabloid in Gun's face. That ridiculous headline and Goo's mug plastered on the front page, arm around one of the most sought after K-Pop idols.
Mysterious? Sexy?
Gun peers at the photo and thinks that Goo looks like how he always does.
An idiot.
Lips stretched into an open mouthed grin. Eyes crinkled. Hideously garish suit. Stupid bleached hair.
Some of his meagre charm must be doing something though, because the idol's smile reflects his. A touch more sane, a lot more sincere, and very much besotted if the way they're looking at the blonde is anything to go by.
"They're boring though," Goo leans back, studies the idol's face that he is casually bedding and dismisses them.
One word, cutting and cruel: "Next."
.
.
"Either answer it, or turn it off."
"Nope!"
Gun glares at him. The phone continues to vibrate, buzzing noisily on the table.
It stops.
For now-
One..
Two...
Three...
And like clockwork-
It starts ringing again.
Just like it has done for the last ten minutes.
Fuck this. Gun grabs the device and hurls it onto the floor. It smashes with excessive force, a complete overkill, into the marble tiles.
The screen cracks, flashes, then dies.
"You're doing me a favour," Goo taps his long fingers against the table, unconcerned and disinterested, peering out the window, "They were getting clingy."
They being the supermodel that walked the Paris runway last week. Graced the front cover of the September Issue the week before.
It didn't matter.
His interest putters out like it always does. Goo is done with them.
.
.
"Ewwwww, tasteless!"
Gun catches a glimpse of a suit nestled in a gift box, logos of one of the most expensive and exclusive fashion houses adorn the tissue paper.
"Throw it away! Trash it!" Goo instructs and the HNH assistant scurries away.
"Ugh," The blonde pulls a face, as if the lingering presence of the ugly garment is still offending his delicate sensibilities.
Grabs his phone (new and top of the line) out of his pocket and makes a show of blocking someone.
He throws his arm around Gun's shoulder.
"You'd think a chaebol heir-" Stressing chaebol and heir with a smug waggle of the eyebrows, "-would have better taste. I can't be with someone with such awful style!"
Gun pushes him away, "I don't care. Shut up."
.
.
Goo has a new obsession.
Used to let his phone ring out. Used to ghost people for days, weeks, months, before reaching out again. (If he does reach out, that is.) Relish in playing mind games and gaslighting.
Now he picks up after the second ring. Murmurs, voice cooing and sickly sweet, into his phone.
Excuses himself "I have to take this," and walks out of meetings with Charles Choi and the HNH board.
Is unavailable on weekends and evenings. Snaps "I'm busy," when Gun offers the moneymaker a chance to make more money.
Then the new obsession turns into an ongoing obsession.
.
.
Your name flashes on Goo's phone screen.
Your name is one that Gun has, against his will, grown familiar with.
He has heard more than his fair share of your interests and hobbies. How great you are, how talented, how wonderful. The way your hair gleams in the light, how your eyes sparkle when you laugh. How you always beat Goo in games, "Y/N must be cheating!" he would screech.
And, according to Goo, has the most deliciously mean sense of humour. "You could never be as funny as Y/N." Goo sneers, as if it was a competition. As if Gun ever wanted to be seen as funny. Or to make Goo fucking Kim laugh.
Gun couldn't give a shit. Gun couldn't care less. But since when did Goo care what Gun thinks.
So Goo rambles, voice rushed and excited, telling him everything about you even when Gun tells him to shut the fuck up and tries to uppercut him on the jaw.
.
.
"You're getting too attached." Gun tells him one day. Not that Gun cares, but Goo Kim happy is insufferable.
He expects a glare, an insult. Eyes narrowed behind glasses and venom.
Goo's response surprises him. Gun never expected this.
A shrug and a lopsided smile. Goo is resigned to his fate. "Yeah," he agrees.
He knows he is too attached to you, and he has no intention of ever changing that.
andulkaphoto
romaincrisis
yousharknotpass
jbbartram-illu
izzy806
tangentwithtanner
dededos
prguitarman
kaledo-art
gummygunk
