#bloohounds imagines

[chicken-fifi]

Hang in There | Kim Geonwoo (Bloodhounds - KDrama)

Pairing: Kim Geonwoo x Fem!Reader

Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, may I request an imagine about Woo Dohwan’s character, Gunwoo, in “Bloodhounds”? The reader and Gunwoo are dating and he has to save her in a bad situation. You can based it off the entire series or just a episode. Can you also make it fluffy and suggestive too? Thanks! 😊

Genre/WARNINGS: angst, fluff, blood, death, spoilers for Bloodhounds epeisodes 5-7 (mainly)

Word Count: 2,501 words

A/n: I did get a bit carried away I think but I just could not stop writing and it is now 2:30am. I ended up not doing anything suggestive but I can always do a second part...or lord forbid another series because I definitely have time for that. But yeah, please enjoy! Also I will never get over episode 6 of this show. How fucking dare this writer play with my heart like that? So many tears. So so many.

You couldn’t help but be on edge in the unfamiliar house, even if you had been staying there for a few days now. Having grown up in and known nothing but poverty, you felt out of place and uncomfortable in the lavish home despite Mr. Choi’s constant reassurances that there was nothing for you to worry about and that it was his call to the doors to his home for you and Geonwoo’s mother after the incident.

A part of you couldn’t help but feel guilty about being the reason why the two of you had been attacked at their home in the first place. It hadn’t been long since you’d moved in with your boyfriend and his mom after having struggled to pay the rent for your small apartment due to being let go in the midst of the pandemic. You honestly thought that it was Geonwoo at the front door not remembering the passcode to the door for whatever reason - apart from being intoxicated, he never drank under any circumstances. If only you hadn’t opened the door that night, you could both be in the comfort of your own space. If only you had put up more of a fight that night maybe then none of this would be happening.

But it was happening. It had happened and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. Not even the drinks that were being passed around were helping with that. Geonwoo got up from beside you helping a very drunk Woojin up from the couch and taking him to his room promising to be back in no time. Yangjung and Dooyoung got up as well heading outside presumably for a smoke given the shoving and patting of their hands in their respective pockets, the latter being slightly more tipsy than the former.

You weren’t necessarily in the loop of whatever it was that had taken place for them to decide to celebrate with so much alcohol, but you had been awake and sitting in the kitchen waiting for them to arrive and were very much relieved to see all of them in one piece - especially Geonwoo.

“You should get some rest too,” Mr. Choi suggested warmly. “He’s here safe and sound and nothing’s going to happen to him.”

The old man had picked up on your constant worry for the young boxer. Not that he could blame you for it. Despite being more than capable of standing his ground, he had a soft heart and could sometimes be too kindhearted for his own good. 

“Will you be alright on your own down here?” you asked, not wanting to leave him alone in case he needed something but wasn’t able to get it.

“I’ll be fine. I doubt it’ll be long before Geonwoo or one of the other two comes back anyhow. Go get some sleep.”

You nodded getting up and heading upstairs running into your boyfriend just as he was closing the door to his mother’s room. He smiled softly as he noticed you, instantly pulling you into a strong embrace which you returned. Both of your bodies seemed to relax in each other's arms, relishing in the moment the two of you got all to yourselves.

“Are you heading off to bed?” he asked quietly, not pulling away from you just yet.

You nodded your head against his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, “Apparently I’m not as good at hiding my fatigue as I thought I was.”

“You were never really good at that.”

You lightly smacked his back, earning a soft laugh as he pulled away, walking you to your room but not going into it. Wishing you a goodnight, he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, only walking away once you closed the door after doing the same - except you only managed a kiss to his cheek due to the height difference. Once you laid down on the lush mattress you were out within ten minutes, getting a goodnight’s rest for the first time in a while.

~~~

A soft knock to your door rustles you from your slumber before Geonwoo’s voice fills your ears, “Breakfast is ready downstairs in the kitchen. Hyunjoo and I are going to take Mom to the orphanage so we’ll be gone for about an hour. Woojin is still asleep and Yangjung just left, but Mr. Choi is awake and in his room, I think.” You mumbled something even you couldn’t comprehend turning over earning a soft chuckle from him as he neared bending down to press a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll take you to the train station so you can head to hospital in the countryside when we get back.”

Your eyes opened and your mind began working. That’s right. While his mom was going to the orphanage until everything got resolved you were going to a hospital Mr. Choi regularly donated to. He thought it’d be safe if the two of you were at different places to throw Myeonggil’s men off. While the orphanage was only an hour drive away, the hospital was even further away, making it illogical to simply drive you there and back, regardless of how much safer it would be to do so.

“Make sure you eat before I get back,” he said before leaving, closing the door as softly as he could.

You didn’t linger in bed for long before getting up and washing up quickly, packing the few things you had into a duffle bag and taking it with you to the living room, dropping it next to the doorway before making your way back to the kitchen. Woojin was also up by now eating happily as the soup that had been left for you helped with his hangover.

“I thought you said you were a good drinker,” you joked sitting across from him back to the windows.

“I am,” he defended. “I just-” His eyes widened as he looked past you and out the window near the sink. You turned to look at whatever it was that had caught his eye not seeing anything - or rather not being tall enough to see anything from where you were sitting. “Come with me. Now.” he stood up quickly, grabbing your arm as best as he could and dragging you with him to Mr. Choi’s room, closing the sliding door as quietly as possible.

“Kim Myeonggil’s thugs are here!” Woojin rushed out as he knelt beside the old man.

Mr. Choi looked as equally perplexed as you did before pulling out his phone and opening up the live security feed around the house revealing all of the men surrounding the home and main gate entrance. “Let’s go to the basement. There’s a gun.”

Woojin nodded, going back to the door and opening it as you pushed the wheelchair as quickly as you could without making much noise. It was no use because as soon as the three of you exited the room windows were being broken giving the thugs a chance to open the doors and enter the house.

“I’ll stay behind. Hurry and get the gun,” Woojin ordered as he rushed to get a chair, beginning to fend off some of the men to buy the two of you some time.

You put the wheelchair on the elevator sending Mr. Choi, down before moving to take the stairs only to rush back as the large windows near the elevator were shattered, glass flying everywhere. The men rushed at you blocking the path to the stairs and forcing you to walk backwards in order to keep some distance between you and them. Woojin came up behind you wielding a metal bat and swinging it but not landing a single hit at any of them.

“Go to a room!” he ordered but you couldn’t as the men formed a semicircle, cornering you next to the elevator without anywhere to go but down. 

Noticing your situation, Woojin finally attacked, keeping himself between you and the thugs at all times in order to try and clear a path for at least you to get out of there and hide somewhere. A man larger than the rest came forward throwing a chair at the two of you as you stuck next to the railing. Woojin pushed you towards the kitchen entryway - as it was now free of any men urging you to run - before being kicked in the jaw by another man as he went to stand up to buy you time. All of the men turned their attention to the basement rushing down the stairs with gunshots beginning to ring.

Despite the constant yells from Woojin for you to run, you didn’t. You couldn’t leave him there alone to fight the guy even if he was a boxer. You wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of knowing you could help but didn’t. You attacked the man from behind with a broken chair leg, the force strong enough to turn his attention away from Woojin but not knock him out. It was, however, enough for Woojin to get a number of hits in, before he was put in a choke hold by his opponent. His legs were wrapped for Woojin’s, but the boxer was able to strike him in his side repeatedly whilst you attempted to help him by prying at his arms, completely oblivious to the knife attached to his belt until it was too late and it stabbed into your side over and over again, sending you into shock as you were shoved off of him. 

Your eyes remained on the scene before you watched as the same knife that had just wounded you was repeatedly forced into Woojin’s body before he too was thrown aside, eyes hazed over and looking up at the ceiling. You were fading in and out of consciousness struggling to stay awake, finally losing the battle. All you heard was Mr. Choi yelling both of your names over and over again before more shots rang out, followed by complete silence and darkness.

~~~

Geonwoo and Hyunjoo rushed into the house from different entry points, the former yelling both of your names as he entered from the back. He was quick to spot both of your bodies laying in the kitchen in puddles of your mixed blood. Clothing stained and soaked in the thick, red, metallic smelling liquid. Your body was closest to him, and he picked you up, struggling with the dead weight of your body to get you out of the house. Laying your body on the grass he rushed back to get Woojin struggling even more and practically dropping him beside you. He pressed his face near his friend’s, managing to feel soft, faint breaths leaving him. His hands pressed down onto his stomach as more blood spilled out, leaning over to see if you were breathing or not, feeling his heart break as the slow and even fainter breaths left your body. 

He yelled over and over for Hyunjoo not wanting to leave either of you lest you both lose even more blood than you already had or stop breathing completely. She didn’t come and he was forced to leave the two of you, hoping you would still be alive when he came back as he went back inside looking for Hyunjoo and forcefully ripping her away from Mr. Choi’s broken and bloodied dead body before she too died there.

~~~

The force with which Geonwoo was trying to get the blood out of his jacket was immense. Giving up he rushed back out to the waiting room seeing a nurse speaking to Hyunjoo who was having a complete breakdown not being able to get words out of her lips.

“There’s not enough blood for them!” she sobbed out.

The nurse asked for his blood type before whisking him away to take some from but not before he reassured the sobbing girl who had just lost the only person she’d considered family and was close to losing two more that he would save both of you, no matter what it took.

“Is it enough for both of them?” Geonwoo asked as the nurse removed the needle from his arm after two bags were filled.

“No,” she replied. “We’ll need a couple more for each of them.”

“Let me fill up another one.”

The nurse looked at Geonwoo stoically, “We already took 320ml. If we take any more it’ll be dangerous for you.”

“I’m alright. I’m a boxer. It’ll take more than this to kill me.”

The nurse shook her head, reaching to remove the elastic band from his arm, stopping when he grabbed her arm, “Please I have to save them,” he cried out. “Please let me fill up another one. Please!” The nurse was conflicted seeing the agony the young man was in, but knowing that she couldn’t allow him to give any more lest he also end up in a similar state as his friend and girlfriend - sans stab wounds.

“You should eat these,” she said after having removed the needles again, having allowed him to donate another bag of blood after getting approval from a higher up, giving him two bags of crackers. “You have to eat well today.”

“Thank you,” Geonwoo responded, taking them in his hands.

“You’re welcome,” she said, patting his shoulder gently before walking away, letting him leave the room and go back to the waiting area.

Hyunjoo was gone, his bloodied jacket the only thing left in the seat she had been sitting in. He called and called for her looking everywhere around the hospital but not being able to find her eventually, going back to the waiting area hoping she’d come back, which she never did. He was drowsing off in his seat when a soft voice startled him out of his seat, a doctor standing before him.

“Are you Hong Woojin and (y/f/n)’s guardian?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Both surgeries went well. We’re currently monitoring their progress but as of right now we do believe they’ll both make a full recovery.”

Geonwoo was overwhelmed with emotions as he bowed over and over again thanking her with tears in his eyes. Relief filled his entire being as part of him finally relaxed knowing the two of you were going to be alright - that you were going to be alright.

“Hang in there,” the doctor said before walking away leaving Geonwoo to grapple with his emotions as he cried more.

It finally hit him that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you hadn’t lived. If you had died in the kitchen or on the operating table. If both of you had died…

He didn’t want to think of it. You were fine. Woojin was fine. Despite the fact that he was sure about anyone else, he found solace in the fact that the two of you were going to be fine. All he had to do was hang in there.

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[unholyplumpprincess]

Hi, I adore how you write Bloodhound and cannot get enough... 💕 Could you write an imagine with the Reader and Bloohound at a remote winter place and they have to share a bed for warmth at night? And things get a bit too heated under the covers... 👉👈 (with Bloodhound + Reader being afab, but both nonbinary) Thank you so much for your wonderful writing. It is such a delight to read 😍

I do not do specific genders for readers and they are all gender neutral (unless it's paid for content, as stated in my rules :D). I should also specify that I will always use My Bloodhound hc unless someone asks for like. My BH hc and my bfs BH hc, which the duo is called Puppy love! And Bloodhound is Always nonbinary bc canon! I only specify bc the way 'but both nonbinary' can be read two diff ways so jic!

With that in mind, totally I can! Here's a lil imagine for u!

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni as this is an adult work tysm!!!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and has a vulva, Established relationship

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Bloodhound HATED the cold. You knew this quite well when you'd get their freezing body pressed to you in their cottage, their cold nose pressed to the back of your neck and learning to sleep with at least five furs in your shared bed for the winter. Or how their more alternative and revealing wear went to something more layered like their Apex arena outfits.

Your home planet was practically always covered in snow. Something you apologized for, but Hound kept assuring you that it was alright and they'd manage. Being mindful that their respirator was always on their face to save them from the cold air, and you having an inhaler on you just in case somehow the cold leaked in.

You wanted to introduce them to your family- who of course ended up loving them. Hound's soft face as they told you in private that it had been a long time since they had been apart of a family had warmed your heart. But you'd laughed when they'd scrunched their nose at you in the safety of your warm cabin, telling you that they just wished it was in warmer climates.

The cabin was on your family's property and to the side. You had been sure to make sure the heart was roaring and even bringing a space heater. Five blankets piled onto the bed and Hound's frame. By the time you slip into bed, their cold fingers already reach for you, making you jump and yelp as they chuckle lowly and wind their arms fully around you. Tucking their face into the crook of your neck and obviously inhaling your scent.

But it's cold to them still. You note it by the way they squirm, trying to press more flush to you. How their cold fingers creep under your shirt to press to your warm belly. How they whine ever so soft into your neck and you shush them gently and hook your arms around them to drag them as close to you as you can get them.

It's not enough. So you clear your throat, turning your head and pressing a kiss to the top of their crimson curls and murmuring, "I have an idea that could warm you up." You delight in feeling their slow grin against your neck, how they nose there and hum soft and coy as if they have no idea what you could be talking about.

And yet their fingers trail down to the waistband of your sweatpants, a soft croon in their throat as your breath hitches. They don't need to be told twice as they sink down into the warm blankets, down your body as your blinded gaze tilts up to the ceiling. Feeling cold, soft lips work their way down your body. Your sweater lifted up your tummy and your pants slowly being slid off.

You whine and sink your fingers into their curls just as they moan and sink their pierced, split tongue over your lower lips. How they moan obscenely at your scent- your taste- your warmth, pressing their face in full to you and hooking your thighs over their shoulders to undoubtedly sap your heat.

And you're happy to give it to them all- in full.

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