pt 2/4: little changes (gun park x reader)
...except the main character is goo and reader only plays a role in little dialogue. hear me out.
(pt 1)
details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while in secret
summary: goo starts to notice little changes in gun, influenced by you. the thing is, gun is keeping his relationship on the low, so here are goo's antics of being annoying and trying to find out who you are.
warning: one part of these moments has implications of gun and reader in bed!
a/n: i dont rmbr how i got this information but at the time i wrote this, i heard gun couldn't drive so... yeah lol
(ironically i forgot gun's first appearance is him literally driving crystal around. but tbh, just bc i think its funny, i wanna keep it a headcanon that he can't drive LMAO)
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"Make sure you don't text and drive."
"Hah, how old do you think I am?"
"Just saying! You text often on your travels so I wanna make sure."
"Don't worry, I always make my coworker drive."
. . .
The red stop light finally gave Goo a chance to snap his neck towards the passenger seat where Gun sat.
"Must be so nice to just sit there, huh?"
"Eyes on the road," Gun replied flatly, his gaze still glued to his phone. Nearly the entire ride he had his eyes on it. And it looked like he was texting.
Suddenly curious, Goo acknowledged Gun's comment with, "We're at a stoplight, dumbass," and then asked, "Who's so important you can't stop texting them?"
"Why is that the assumption?"
Goo scrunched a brow, lips twisting into a frown. "What does that mean?"
"I could be typing notes in my phone."
"Stop bullshitting, you and I never take notes."
For a second Gun looked like he was going to admit Goo was right, but then he just looked up and said, "The light's green again."
Goo looked back in front of him, only to see a red light. He deadpanned and turned back to Gun, staring down at his phone.
"Seriously, who're you texting? I've driven your ass around for twenty minutes and you've done nothing but stare and text on your phone."
"That's none of your business. How close are we to our destination?"
Goo tsked and sucked in a breath of sharp air, bringing his eyes to the road. "Almost there."
"Alright."
There was a pause as the light actually turned green this time and Goo pushed down on the pedal, pushing the driving limit like he always did. He decided to keep bothering Gun in the meanwhile.
"I know you're not texting the boss, he'd rather call you, and he only talks to us for business reasons. I'd guess it's also probably not Crystal since your conversations with her are always short and to the point. And you don't have any friends. Just who are you texting?" He kept on rambling his thoughts out loud, while Gun sat silently.
When Goo eventually gave up, he suggested Gun drive sometimes so he could just be on his phone for twenty minutes.
"I got Candy Crush levels to beat, ya know."
"You won't be alive to beat them if you allow me to drive."
Memories of a burning car with him and Gun standing in front of them flashed in Goo's mind three times--a different car each time--and he nodded.
"I don't know how you can fight a seven nation army but can't drive a car."
"That's a mystery to me, too."
Goo wanted to facepalm.
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"That selection of jewelry looks so nice."
"You know you can buy it, right? My card is yours."
"No, Gun, we are not doing this again. Last time you let me use your card you ended up nearly buying the entire store for me."
"Hmph."
. . .
"Rubies, eh?" Goo held up the necklace he picked up, embedded with emeralds. He glanced back and forth between it and the ruby necklace Gun was holding. "You buying a necklace?"
"No, I don't like jewelry."
"The hell are you doing here then?"
"I'm buying a gift."
Goo snorted. "Very funny, now tell me the truth."
Gun stared through his sunglasses, not a single muscle moving on his face.
"Oh?" Goo leaned in, staring more closely at Gun's face like there was some hidden movement of an expression change or something. "Who's it for, huh? I didn't think you'd be the type to buy jewelry for someone."
"I'm buying it for someone special to me," Gun answered surprisingly honestly, leaving Goo flabbergasted for a moment.
"Uh." He leaned back to compose himself, adjusting his glasses. "First off, that's so cringe. Secondly, you actually have a friend?" Or maybe a lover or crush? Usually that's what someone special meant. Still seemed unbelievable, but just in case, Goo added in, "...Or something?"
Gun made a slight smirk. "I'm not incapable of creating bonds."
Goo shivered. "Ew, why do you always talk like an alien? Just say you made a friend." He followed Gun as the latter turned away to look at bracelets. "Who'd you become friends with? Some new successor you're trying to impress through jewelry?"
"When have I ever done that? Of course not."
"Then who?"
"Does my personal life matter to you?"
Goo swatted at his shoulder. "I could care less, but you've got me curious now. Who's this 'special someone' to you?"
"Stay curious," simply said Gun, picking up bracelets with his free hand and comparing them to the necklace in his other hand.
"Ugh."
Fine, Goo didn't care. It was probably some one night stand Gun just really liked the work of and wanted to keep around.
Actually... Gun had never said anyone was special to him before. It was cringey to hear him say that before like Goo stated, but now curiosity grew in him. What could it mean...?
~
"Oh, shit! I just remembered your meeting!"
"Damn, I lost track of time."
"It's fine, we both did, now hurry!"
. . .
Mr. Choi strummed his fingers across the table, not hiding his annoyance. "Gun, late again?" he questioned, Goo snickering.
Gun bowed his head slightly. "You called in a sudden meeting. I apologize for not being prepared, sir."
Goo was sitting leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on the table. "Why do you look like a mess?"
Gun straightened up, finishing buttoning his shirt up and running a hand through his hair. His tone was much more sharper when replying to Goo. "I just said I apologize for being unprepared."
"So? It's late at night, what were you doing? Lounging around and being messy?" joked Goo.
Mr. Choi narrowed his eyes. "Or did you just come back from 'messing around?'"
Goo's jaw dropped when Gun's head slightly lowered once more.
"You youngsters..." Mr. Choi pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No fucking way!" Goo immediately started cackling as he leaned back, nearly falling from his chair. He moved to sit properly while giggling in between. "Sorry we interrupted your little fun~"
Gun ignored him and just mumbled an apology when Mr. Choi lectured him with, "I know you're an adult with the freedom to do as you wish, but don't be so careless by losing track of time."
The meeting began right after that, and Goo listened, of course. But he couldn't help but be mildly distracted by thoughts about the person Gun was "messing around with." Did they really do him so good he would lose track of time? Or did this person matter more to him than this meeting so he stayed back a little?
Probably the first, and it was also funnier if it was true. If the second was true though, that'd be interesting. Still kind of funny, though... Goo felt like he could never imagine Gun getting emotionally invested in anyone.
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"Have fun at the party!"
"Ugh, I don't even want to go... promise me you'll still be here if I come back early. Which I probably will."
"Pft, sure."
. . .
Goo had a little too much to drink during this party. But he was having fun so who cares?
While chatting up some people, he saw Gun walking away to the exit of the room and ran after him, leaving the people he was talking to confused. He wrapped an arm around Gun's shoulder once he caught up, slurring, "Where're you going, huuuh~?" Gun shrugged him off but Goo just moved to hug his arm instead. "The party just began!"
"Ugh." Gun pulled his arm out of Goo's grasp. "I don't like parties like these."
"But you never leave this early! Come on, there's more to drink and eat!"
Gun sighed and looked around until he spotted a certain someone. "Crystal!"
"Hm?" She looked over at him, pausing from grabbing snacks at the tables.
"Keep this guy busy."
"What?" Gun was already sprinting away. Crystal started shouting, "Gun! GUN!! YOU ASSHOLE!!"
"Where's he going?" Goo wailed, heading to Crystal to lean onto her. "It's like he's sneaking away to see someone!"
Crystal shoved Goo away (or attempted to, because he kept falling on her like he didn't have a skeleton), saying something under her breath as she shook her head.
Goo didn't hear, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't remember tomorrow morning anyways.
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