can i req gyuvin x male reader where gyuvin wants to ask out the reader but protective YOUNGER brother gunwook blocks any chance he can get but right as gyuvin is about to give up reader asks gyuvin out? you can make this as funny as you like
The perils of asking you out
pairing: gyuvin x male reader ft. protective younger brother gunwook
genre: university au on some serious crack (same verse as sunbaenim), chaotic romcom vibes
tw/tags: love at first sight, protective brother, uni party, alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, junhyeon gives great advice, gunwook is 18 and can have a driver's license, hangovers, eating ramen, confessions, dates, gunwook isn’t trying to be scary — gyuvin’s just scared (and in love), a whole lot of chaos and comedic side comments
wc: 3068 😱
summary: gyuvin’s always wanted to ask you out but he has one big problem and it’s called park gunwook, your extremely protective little brother.
a/n this…hefty word count, srsly thought I wasn’t capable of going over 2k words when it came to requests but oh well. Perhaps it’s because anon (tysm for the req) said “make this as funny as you like” and so this is v much heavily infused w my brand of- err humor. This au was rlly fun to write as well~ Enjoy!
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Gyuvin notices you on your first day of university freshman orientation.
Now he won’t claim love at first sight. He found you interesting, is all. People are allowed to find other people interesting. He wanted to get to know you, which was fine. People should get to know other people.
And okay, so what if he was in love, just a little, you know? People are allowed to fall in love with other people, goddamit. But it definitely isn’t love, probably.
People can also check the schedules of other people to see what classes they have together. Why? So Gyuvin would have opportunities to talk with you.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. People should talk to other people. Social interaction is a basic need. The reason people have needs is so that they can function properly.
Right, proper, solid logic.
“Hi.”
You look up at the brunette boy who’s taken the seat beside you.
“I’m Kim Gyuvin.”
You smile, introduce yourself and say:
“Nice to meet you, Gyuvin-ssi.”
Gyuvin swears he can hear wedding bells.
Which is okay. Totally fine. People are allowed to daydream about their wedding to-
Yeah fuck that.
It’s your first week of freshman year and Kim Gyuvin has a gigantic, humongous, big, fat crush on you. And that’s a fact.
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Gyuvin meets your younger brother when you two are about halfway through the first semester.
Things are going well for you by all counts. While you don’t always run in the same circles, you’re always friendly in class and he’s more or less claimed the seat next to you for most of the ones you share. You’ve partnered up for a project and he’s offered to bring back the phone charger you forgot you lent him last time you worked together.
Eventually, you gave in, sending him your address after he repeatedly told you it wouldn’t be a bother. Unlike most first year students like him who lived in the dormitories, you stayed at an off-campus apartment building nearby. Gyuvin’s almost bouncing off the walls of the elevator at the chance to see you. Maybe he can even ask you out for dinner if you’re free tonight, he thinks giddily as he knocks on the door.
Unfortunately, all his daydreams die when the door swings open and he is greeted by someone who is definitely not you. They’re about the same height but the other boy still has about an inch on him and a whole lot more muscle, nearly bursting out of the door frame. Gyuvin’s about to apologise, turn around and look for the right apartment when he hears what he clearly knows is your voice calling out.
“Wookie! Who is it?”
Like an angel, you appear behind the boy, your face brightening up as you spot Gyuvin.
“Ah, hi Gyuvin-ssi. Thanks for coming all the way, you really didn’t have to.” You shoo the boy away although he manages to throw Gyuvin another dark look before shuffling back in.
“No, no, no worries at all, it’s really not a problem.” he reassures you weakly, still shaken from the encounter. You glance behind you and wave the other boy off once more.
“Don’t mind Gunwookie.” Gyuvin’s mind is definitely preoccupied by the soft white sweater you’re wearing and how cute and angelic you look in it. Yessir it is.
“He’s just staying with me for the weekend. Never thought my little brother would miss me that quickly, you know?” You laugh as Gyuvin’s mind finally processes what you’re saying.
Little. Brother. That unnervingly large, definitely intimidating boy that’s definitely glaring at him from where he’s seated on the couch was YOUR LITTLE BROTHER???
“I see.” Wow, real smooth Gyuvin.
“Are you alright, Gyuvin-ssi? Are you feeling well?” Your eyebrow furrow at his strange behaviour.
“No, no worries. I’m good.” Gyuvin replies hastily. Right! He’ll ask you if you want to have dinner. “I was actually wondering if you-”
“Hyung, what time are we going? I’m hungry.” And failed.
“Aish you brat, can’t you see that I’m having a conversation over here?” You scold before turning back to Gyuvin, apologetic.
“Really sorry about him Gyuvin-ssi, would you want to join us for dinner? There’s a good soondubu place just down the road that I’m taking Gunwookie to.”
“I, uh-” Gyuvin would have definitely leapt at a chance to have dinner for you if not for the 6-foot devil menacing at him, gaze promising death if he agreed.
“I actually had dinner already,” he said instead. You look even more confused.
“But it’s 4pm?” Right, way to go Gyuvin, so smart.
“I like having dinner early, it’s better for digestion.” He salvages with a total bald-faced lie.
“Huh, I should try that but I love my midnight snacks so-” God if Gyuvin could ever be more in love with you than this. Okay, come back to your senses, Kim Gyuvin.
“Oh, I hate to keep you from your dinner so I’ll get going now.”
You smile. Wedding bells- no, no, no stop it.
“I guess I’ll see you around, Gyuvin-ssi.”
Gyuvin smiles back dopily.
“Yeah, see you.”
The door closes and he walks back to his dormitory.
Asking you out is going to be harder than he expected. He thinks, shuddering at the memory of Gunwook’s dark glare when he opened the door.
As he rummages through his backpack, his hands pull out a very familiar cord and plug.
It’s your charger.
He might as well go die in a hole. Gunwook would definitely be happy to bury his body.
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Gyuvin eventually returns your charger. His dignity on the other hand? Well no one knows when that’s returning.
You’re not even annoyed about it. Laughing at him all good natured and teasing him about his very real fears but it's not like you know that (or Gyuvin’s ever admitting it).
“Did Gunwookie scare you off? He used to be like that when we were in highschool, challenged anyone that gave me trouble,” you chuckle while Gyuvin tries his best not to audibly gulp.
“You’re not going to give me trouble, are you Gyuvin-ssi?”
You’re trouble, he thought. Troubling my heart as we speak.
“I hope not.” he says instead, making you laugh even more.
The class settles down as your professor enters. You pat him lightly on the shoulder. His heart jumps traitorously.
“Don’t let my brother scare you off, Gyuvin-ssi, he might act all protective but really, he’s just a big teddy bear.”
Gyuvin definitely does not believe that but he appreciates the sentiment.
Love will have its challenges, he thinks as he watches you.
And no challenge, not even a terrifyingly overprotective younger brother who’s built like the hulk will stop him.
He’ll ask you out soon, he will.
Then Gyuvin realises the whole class is staring at him, even you.
“The answer to the question, Gyuvin-ssi?” The professor asks expectantly.
Shit.
You mutter the answer under your breath and he repeats it. The professor nods approvingly and moves on. You smile at him when he thanks you.
Yep. He’s marrying you asking you out and nothing will stop him.
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The next time Gyuvin tries his chances is at a party.
Hosted by the university’s resident social butterfly, definitely in the running for Ms. Congeniality, senior Sung Hanbin, it’s one of the bigger events of the year for the second semester’s O-week. And Gyuvin was lucky enough to have received an invitation personally, having met the friendly senior at one of the uni organisations he joined.
It was exciting. While he had attended his fair share of welcome parties during his own orientation, there had been rumours floating around about the party the seniors were planning to start their last semester with a bang.
It also just so happened that you were going as well, having been invited by a close friend of Hanbin. Gyuvin was confident. And a little liquid courage wasn’t going to hurt.
You arrived a bit later than he did, accompanied by your friend from the foreign student society of which you took part to improve your already excellent English skills. You’re greeted by Seok Matthew, a junior and another member of the society who happened to be Hanbin’s close friend and your invite to the party.
Gyuvin was in deep, groaning to Junhyeon about how good you looked, your shirt cut low to show off your collarbones and multiple earrings adorning your ears. At that moment, you spot him and wave, making your way towards him. Gyuvin panics.
“Fuck, fuck, what do I do?”
“If you think he’s hot, you should shoot your shot.” Junhyeon offers, the very fountain of wisdom he is.
You greet Junhyeon before turning to the brunette and wow, your smile is dazzling.
“Gyuvin-ssi, how are you finding the party?”
“It’s great,” he replies by default, mind going blank. “Hanbin-hyung definitely exceeded expectations.”
Come on, Gyuvin. You can do it. Summon some rizz.
“Do you wanna get a drink?” He manages, gesturing at his empty cup. You agree easily, and he leads you to the bar that's been put up. So far, so good.
Unfortunately for him, you recognize the blond bartender, immediately striking up a conversation.
“Ricky-ah!” Gyuvin reels back when you address him casually. “How’d you end up as the bartender?”
“Zhang Hao-hyung” the other says, naming another close friend of Hanbin’s. The blond’s eyes flick between you and Gyuvin as he polished one of the glasses. What for? No one knew. Most party goers seem to be holding plastic cups.
“So what can I get for you?”
Two drinks, six shots and three drinking games later and Gyuvin is holding on for dear life. Literally, he’s about to fall off his seat.
The only good thing going for him is that apparently you’re a clingy drunk, latching onto his arm in a way that would definitely give him a heart attack if it wasn’t for all the alcohol he had in him.
“Gyuvinah…” you mumble sleepily as he struggles to keep you both upright.
“Mmmmm?”
“You’re really handsome, you know?”
Gyuvin truly has no thoughts. He must be in some somaek induced hallucination or something.
“Seriously, the first time I saw you with your brown hair, you looked like a prince.” You continued on, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
Gyuvin suddenly felt way too flustered, his cheeks already flushed hot from the drinks.
“Would you wanna step outside? Get some air maybe.” He suggests.
“Okay!” You agree as you both stumble for the door, whistles and hoots following you.
“Get him, boy!” Someone, probably Haruto, your friend from earlier, yells. Gyuvin ‘s about to turn around and shush them when you groan and bury your face into the back of his shirt.
“They’re so loud, let’s goo.”
You’re finally outside, sitting together on a bench outside the party venue. Gyuvin can’t get over the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. Come on Gyuvin, say something to him.
“Did…did you mean what you said earlier?”
You lift your head up if only to squint at him suspiciously.
“Yeah…why?”
And then you smile, dazed, reaching out to pat his cheeks.
“So handsome Gyuvinah” you slur and Gyuvin finally has the nerve to take your hand in his. You stare at both of your hands.
“You’re holding my hand.” You say more of a statement, then a question.
“Yeah.” He swallows nervously, here it goes. “Hey, I was wondering maybe you’d like to go-“
HONK! You and Gyuvin nearly jump out of your skins as a car nearly scares the living daylight out of you. The headlights are bright and Gyuvin has to squint to see the driver as he gets out of the car. Oh no, it can’t be-
“Wookie?”
You say as your younger brother makes a beeline for you. You take a minute to look at him up and down and then look at the car behind him and gasp.
“You’re a baby!” You declare, shaking your head at him cutely. “Babies aren’t supposed to drive cars.”
“You texted me to come pick you up, hyung.”
You look adorably perplexed. “Did I?”
Gunwook’s ignoring you, glaring holes into Gyuvin’s hand still holding yours. Gyuvin drops your hand like a dead fish and you whine.
“Nevermind, Gyuvinah doesn’t like me anymore. Take me home, Wookie.” You say as Gyuvin’s mouth drops open and Gunwook hoists you up, half carrying you into the car.
His mouth remains open as the car drives off. Godammit. His stomach lurches. Gyuvin promptly decides to empty its contents onto the side of the bench. Classy.
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After waking up with a raging hangover and a whole lot of regret, Gyuvin decides to regroup, maybe collect some of his dignity and self-respect again. If he can manage to find it, that is.
Thank god for the weekend, he thinks. One of his roommates decides to make ramyeon, all of them slurping silently and nursing their own hangovers.
And because Junhyeon is Junhyeon, he absolutely had to ask.
“So did you shoot your shot?”
Gyuvin groans. More like he shot himself.
Junhyeon pats him on the back sympathetically.
“You’ll get there, bro. From what I saw, he seems pretty into you too, you know.”
A little ramen escapes his mouth and falls back into his makeshift bowl with a sad little plop.
“You really think that?” Junhyeon steps back, clearly not ready for how intensely hopeful his roommate suddenly becomes.
“Okay hold up, woah there. I dunno what he thinks but I saw what I saw at that party. And you cute, bro, no cap.”
“But does he find me cute?” Gyuvin says forlorn again, shovelling noodles into his mouth.
“Well he gotta be finding something in you if he keeps hanging out with you.” Junhyeon offers because yes, he’s truly a well of knowledge.
Gyuvin tips his bowl back and finishes off the soup before staring at its empty state. So sad, truly a tragedy.
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There’s class the next day. And it happens to be one of the classes he has with you. God, how can he face you after that night.
“Hi Gyuvin-ssi,” you greet, back to formal speak much to his dismay.
“Hello,” he says and because he’s a simp little concerned, he asks.
“Are you feeling better after that other night?”
Your face falls. Immediate regret.
“Oh! Oh- um- yes I got home safely. Thanks for-“
And before you can finish, the professor enters and you start class. Now if Gyuvin wasn’t all nervous and fidgety, he would have noticed that you were in the exact same boat.
When the professor wraps up and you begin to pack up your stuff, Gyuvin takes a chance to call your attention only for you to do it at the exact same time. You look at each other and laugh, the ice broken just a little.
“No, no you go first.” Gyuvin insists.
“Ah…” you hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “I just want to say I’m sorry for my behaviour the other night and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime? My treat, you know, for taking care of me.”
Gyuvin should assure you it’s fine. He should politely accept your invitation and say that taking care of you isn’t a bother. Instead, he sputters out.
“Like a date?”
You freeze. He freezes. You stand there for an incredibly long time (like 15 seconds, wow). Alarm bells start to go off in Gyuvin’s head. Finally-
“I mean…it can be a date if you want it to be a date?”
Alarm bells turn into wedding bells. Say it, Gyuvin, say I do.
“Totally…I mean, yes, I’d like it to be a date, very much.”
You smile softly before glancing at the time, your face falling again.
“Oh shit, I need to get to my next class, I’ll text you the details later, see you!”
Gyuvin watches as you rush out. It’s okay. He’s fine. Actually no, he’s not fine. But he did it. And it only took a whole semester and some but he’s finally going out with you.
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One blissful winter break later and Gyuvin’s practically skipping to your place. Maybe the chill bit at his skin and the wind whipped in his face but he didn’t care, he was finally going to see you, his boyfriend, again and the cold never bothered him anyway.
Your one date at the start of the last semester had turned into five, then ten dates until he was officially your boyfriend. Walking each other to their next class, holding hands, carrying your bag for you, all that good stuff.
He’s even met your family over the holidays and you met his. Gyuvin would like to think that even Gunwook was warming up to him, just a little bit. He had come with you to support the younger boy during the CSAT exams and Gunwook actually thanked him once the exam was done. Still, he thought as he knocked on your door enthusiastically, that boy still intimidated him and he’ll definitely need to work on not flinching-
The door swings open and Gyuvin flinches. It’s like deja vu.
“Hi hyung,” Gunwook greets him wearing what looks like a letterman jacket from their university. Gyuvin must be dreaming, definitely.
He’s about to pinch himself when you appear behind your brother.
“Gyuvinie!”
“Hello my aein~”
No he’s definitely not dreaming and your brother is still there.
“Hi Gunwook!” He nearly squeaks out before you’re shoving the younger boy away to wrap your arms around your boyfriend.
Gyuvin’s brain promptly malfunctions but the next part of what you say brings him back online.
“Can’t you believe Wookie got accepted into our uni? He’ll be staying with me until we can find a bigger unit to rent, maybe you can live there too!”
“Sure…” Gyuvin said numbly, imagining all the ways Gunwook could fake his death after he dared to defile you. You frown.
“Don’t tell me Wookie still scares you?”
“No! No, what are you talking about?”
He definitely does. So sure, Gyuvin’s managed to make you his. But will your brother accept that? Well, that’s for him to find out. Because yes, it will be a long time before Kim Gyuvin realises that Park Gunwook isn’t as intimidating as he appears to be.
In the end, they’re both just big softies and they’re especially soft for you.
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