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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years

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김건학, Kim Gunhak

shizziebo asked:

Can I have a roommate!leedo fic where you two have high sexual tension, a lot of intimacy, he sweet talks you into doing what he wants, stuff like that and you’ve slow fallen for him but you’ve agreed within yourself to never act on your feeling in case he doesn’t feel the same and things become awkward between you... and that’s all I have so lets your imagination run wild with this!!!

Group: ONEUS (원어스)

Member: Leedo

“Gunhak!” she called down the stairs, giving her hair a quick brush before she had to rush out the door.

“Yeah?” he called back, his deep voice resonating in the stairway.

She threw her brush onto the bathroom sink, rushing to her room to grab a pair of socks. She tried to keep herself balanced while she forced them on. “Keys!” she shouted.

“What?”

She gave a frustrated huff, pulling her socks up the rest of the way. “Keys, Gunhak! Keys! My car keys—where are they?”

“They’re down here,” he replied.

She snatched her heels off the upstairs shoe-caddy. “Okay, but where?” No reply. “Where?” she called, louder that time. She rolled her eyes, assuming he must’ve been out of ear-shot.

She ran down the stairs, jumping two steps at once to save time. She turned the corner into the kitchen, almost slipping on the hardwood. “Where are they?” she asked, considerably quieter this time.

Like perfect timing, her bread popped out of the toaster.

She caught it expertly, slathering on some butter. She glanced around. “Gunhak?”

“They’re on the counter,” she heard him say, though she couldn’t place what room from. Probably the living room. He was always working out there, when he had time.

She huffed. “Dude, we have three different counter-tops in this household.” She took a big bite of toast. “Can you be more specific—OKAY, WHAT THE HECK?” She covered her eyes with her remaining toast. “Uh, okay, dude? We’ve been over this! If you’re gonna exercise while I’m in the house, put on some clothes!”

Gunhak—her roommate of three months—stood in the doorway, a pleased smirk on his face. He looked smug as all get-out and he was half-naked, his shirt having been long abandoned. “What?” he cooed. “Does seeing me shirtless get you all hot and bothered?”

She rolled her eyes behind the toast. “No, it repulses me,” she said. “I work a 9 to 5 office job with a shitty boss and annoying colleagues. What I don’t need to see first thing in the morning is your sweaty man tits—now where are my keys?”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. “I told you,” he said. “On the counter.”

“Which counter?”

He shrugged. “I’ll tell you if you look at me,” he offered.

“Wow, so tempting,” she said sarcastically. With the toast still covering her eyes, she pushed past him. “I’ll find them myself.”

He chuckled. “Aren’t you late, or something? Do you really have time for that?”

She heard a quiet metallic jangle. She froze. “You have my keys, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he said teasingly, the keys jangling again, only louder.

She groaned. “You so do!” She decided: screw it, scarfing down the rest of the buttered toast and facing him. “Give ‘em,” she said firmly, holding out her palm. “I said: give them,” she repeated, enunciating more clearly.

“Why would I do that?” he asked coyly. “It’s so much fun to watch you beg with that nice pantsuit on.”

She scoffed. “First of all, this is the same suit I’ve had for the past two years, and I haven’t washed it in about three days, so it’s nothing special. Second of all, when have you ever seen me beg, Kim Gunhak?”

She walked forward and pinched his forearm. “Drop it!”

With a small wince of pain, he dropped the keys to the floor. She quickly swept them up, a proud look on her face. “Good boy,” she teased, giving his head a pat, rather puppy-esque.

He pouted. “That wasn’t fair,” he said, rubbing his arm.

She shrugged. “Life’s not fair,” she said. “Get over it.” She gave him a pat on the shoulder as she walked past. “And for God’s sake, have a shirt on when I come home.”

+++

She walked into the company building with a coffee that she picked up on the way. Her heels clicked against the tile with a steady tap-tap-tap.

“How’s your hot roommate?” a voice asked from behind her.

She jumped in shock, some of the liquid spilling onto her hand. “Crap!” she grunted. She spun around, an annoyed glint in her eyes. “Seoyeon!” she chastised the younger employee. “I told you to stop doing that!”

She gave a sheepish smile, doe-eyes and innocent heart-shaped lips making almost everything she did forgivable. However... She wasn’t all pure, incorruptible innocence.

That was proven by the way she talked about Gunhak. Or any guy she thought was particularly attractive. She was a good kid, though. Hard worker, kind friend, intuitive young woman.

“I’m sorry!” Seoyeon said apologetically. “It’s not like I try to sneak up on people—it just happens!”

She sighed. “It’s... fine,” she settled on. “It’s fine. Do you have any tissues on you?” She gestured to the splatters behind her. “I’ve gotta wipe that up.”

Seoyeon shook her head. “No way!” she said. “You’re the senior employee and I’m the one that made you spill it.” She pulled a pack of wipes out of her overly-expensive purse. “I’ll clean it up for you.”

She raised a brow. “In exchange for info about Gunhak?” she asked.

“But of course.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine,” she groaned, having an unexplainable fondness for the strange girl that’d started working under her two and a half months ago. “I’ll give you the latest dirt on ‘hot roommate’,” she agreed.

Seoyeon had gained a small obsession on Gunhak after dropping some work-related papers off at their house. If you must know, he answered the door shirtless. That’s why the ‘Don’t Answer The Door Partially Clothed’ rule was invented.

That’s how he’d gained the nickname ‘Hot Roommate’, which is what everyone at work knew him as.

She shook her head at Seoyeon, the one who’d started it all. Because of her, she had an irrational fear of Gunhak stopping by her workplace one day and overhearing that kind of nonsense.

It’d only go to his head, and she didn’t need anymore of his ego clogging up the works.

She and Seoyeon walked side-by-side, heading to their cubicles.

Well. Seoyeon’s cubicle, but her desk. As a senior employee, she had to have at least one perk. “So,” she started, taking another swig of coffee, “first thing I saw this morning was his bare, sweaty chest.”

Seoyeon’s eyes widened, gaining a childish sparkle in them. “Oh!” she chirped. She snapped her fingers. “You finally slept together!”

She almost visibly gagged. “No, thank you! He was breaking rule number three and working out without his shirt on again,” she said. She shuddered. “Ugh, nasty! I’m not gonna be able to get that image out of my head.” She flicked the younger employee’s forehead. “This is your fault, kid!”

Seoyeon giggled naughtily. “If I was you, I’d be thanking me,” she sang. “Not a bad image to have in your head all day.”

“Nope, you’re right,” she said. “It’s a very bad image. Can you stop being such a pervert already?”

She bowed a little, that same risque smile playing on her lips. “Sorry, Miss Senior,” she said.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that,” she sighed.

Seoyeon shook her head cutely. “I feel like I have to,” she said. “You act like such an old lady.”

She gave her a sidelong glare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You wake up, you come to work, you call the younger employees ‘kid’, you never do anything fun and you never date anyone, even though you’ve had so many offers. From really attractive guys!” Seoyeon sighed dreamily. “You even live with one,” she said.

She reached her desk, finally sitting down. She immediately slipped her heels off under the desk where no one could see. “Yeah, well,” she sighed, booting up her computer, “being handsome’s not everything there is, kid.”

“But it sure is a lot,” she hummed, sitting across from her. “I have a question.”

She opened up a few files, immediately getting down to typing. “Is it work-related?” she asked.

Seoyeon shook her head. “Nope.”

“Gunhak?”

She nodded.

“Shoot.”

Seoyeon rested her head in her hands, looking like the prettiest flower that’d bloomed on the finest day in spring. “Why do you have so many rules?” she asked.

She stopped typing. “With Gunhak?” she asked, wanting to make sure she was understanding correctly. Seoyeon nodded. She let out a deep sigh. “‘Cause life’s hard, messy and unpredictable,” she said.

Seoyeon furrow her annoyingly perfect eyebrows. She didn’t even have to wax—it was like she popped out of the womb like that! “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want any accidents or mistakes,” she said. “You understand? I don’t want to fall into something we’re not ready for. I’m not in the mood to date, and despite how much he flirts and acts like a playboy, he’s not interested either.”

Seoyeon pouted. “But how do you know he’s not interested?” she whined. “It seems like you two would be such a good couple. You already bicker like you’re married, and you live together, too!”

She motioned for her to zip the lip. “Enough, kid,” she said. “I told you what you wanna know, and now you’ve gotta work like the rest of us.”

“I think you’re just scared!” the doe-eyed girl huffed.

She quirked a brow. “Scared?” she echoed.

“Scared,” the girl clarified with a nod. “I think you have a crush on him, but you’re just not confessing to him ‘cause you’re afraid that he won’t like you back and things’ll get awkward!”

She repeated the lip-zipping motion. “Leave it for another day, yeah?” Internally, she was cursing Seoyeon’s name.

Was she that obvious?

+++

She walked into the house, immediately kicking off her shoes. She leaned against the door for a minute, sighing to herself. “I’m home!” she called.

Gunhak turned the corner, smiling a little. “Hey,” he said, looking over her exhausted figure. “I made dinner.”

She chuckled. “You mean you ordered pizza?”

He nodded. “In summary, yes.”

She made her way to the living room, giving him a grateful look as she breezed past. She sunk onto the couch with a groan.

Gunhak gave her a concerned look. “You know, you should really go to a chiropractor,” he said. “You’ve been sore for weeks now.”

She grunted, trying to sit up a little straighter. “Doctors cost money, Gukhak,” she said. “We’re already struggling enough. We certainly don’t need that bill added on top of all this crap.” She gestured to the bills laying out on the table, many of them labelled a blaring bright red of ‘overdue’.

He held his fist out. “We’re living the broke college dropout life,” he said.

She bumped his fist with her own. “You are, you mean,” she said, a chuckle rising in the back of her throat. “I’m employed, thank you very much.”

“Not happily,” he quipped.

She clicked her tongue. She hated it when he was right. “Fair enough,” she sighed. “Can you shut up now? I just wanna stuff my face with cheesy, carby goodness and forget all my worries and stress.” She grabbed a slice of still- steaming pizza from the open box.

She snatched the remote from the arm of the couch, her finger hovering over the power button. “I recorded the latest episode of that one drama,” she said. “Wanna watch?”

He chuckled. “Is that even a question?” He plopped down next to her, grabbing his own slice.

She nudged his side with her elbow. “Hey, scoot over,” she said. “You’re crushing me.”

He shook his head petulantly, leaning farther onto her. “Nope,” he said. “Not happening.”

“Why, though?” she groaned, pushing him harder. Why was he so freakin’ strong? “I’ve had a rough day, dude. Just back off.”

He took a bite and scoffed, a string of cheese hanging out of the corner of his lip. “It’s because you’ve had a rough day that I’m doing this,” he reasoned. “Human contact is important in these situations.”

She chuckled with a raised eyebrow. “You know,” she said, reaching her hand out to wipe the cheese from his mouth, “you’re really annoying.”

He smirked. “Maybe I’m trying to woo you,” he said, leaning their faces closer to each other.

She leaned an equal amount of inches away from him. “Don’t look at me like that, creep,” she huffed.

“Do you not like it when I look at you like this?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a personal favorite, no,” she said. That was lie. Truth was, she liked it too much. It made her feel desirable, but because of that same thing, it also made her feel dumb.

She knew he didn’t feel the same way; it was just the way he was. “Don’t be an idiot,” she sighed, pinching his nose. Despite the tone of voice, she made no effort to push him away.

Sometimes... It was kind of nice to have him close.

+++

For once, she actually woke up to the sound of the alarm.

Usually, she would’ve pressed the snooze button a couple (thousand) times until she was struggling to get to work on time, but on this particular Friday... She felt awake enough to sit up in her creaky old bed, staring out the window.

The city was still coming alive, a glittering pool of lights being flicked on and cars making their commutes to work. Her eyes raked over the mist building up on the glass. It must’ve been chilly.

She kicked the sheets off and jumped out of bed, too lazy to bother making it.

She walked down to the kitchen at a leisurely pace. Since she’d actually woken up on time today, she could take her time getting ready. She didn’t have to run down the stairs, slip on the rug or wolf down a piece of toast.

She could eat a proper breakfast for the first time in months. It was her own fault that she hadn’t, really. If she woke up on time, it would’ve been easily avoided.

As she turned the corner, her tired eyes bulged at the sight of a full plate of pancakes laid prettily out on the kitchen island. She walked towards it somewhat cautiously.

“Are you gonna explode?” she asked quietly. She waved her hand in its direction. No suspicious movement. “No? You’re safe?”

She let out a relieved sigh, immediately grabbing a fork from the drawer. “Thank God,” she said, enjoying the first fluffy bite. She melted on the spot, letting out a satisfied breath. “Not bad,” she mused. Her finger grazed against something thin and pliable. She looked down and moved her hand.

A note.

She took another bite of the pancakes before picking it up. The handwriting was immediately recognizable. She’d been dealing with it for the past three and a half months, scratched across random reminders that laid around the house.

Sometimes, neither of them knew what the random post-it notes meant. It’d say something like, ‘dog fur’ and the two of them would just be generally confused.

They’d found an old shoe-box—still thick with that distinctive ‘new shoes’ smell—that they decided to keep all the weird, scatterbrained reminders in. They always went to it for a laugh wondering, “Exactly what the hell were you thinking when you wrote this?”.

She scanned the note.

Mornin’, gorgeous roomie!

She rolled her eyes at the nickname. Only Kim Gunhak.

Sorry I wasn’t here. I actually have a job interview today! It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you were gonna find out at some point, so it might as well be now. Since I know you’re a total retard when it comes to cooking, I made the most delicious pancakes for you, as I’m sure you’re eating right now. You can thank me when I get back. I take all forms of payment, so just prepare accordingly. Strip-teases are acceptable and preferred, but not necessary. -Gunhak

She set the note down, chuckling at it. Since he wasn’t there, she didn’t feel quite so embarrassed.

Her mind wandered back to the relaxed pizza and movie night she’d had with him few weeks ago. “You know...” she said out loud, a smile spreading slowly across her lips. “You’re kinda growing on me, Kim Gunhak.”

That was another lie.

He’d already grown on her.

+++

The moment she walked into the boringly familiar building, Seoyeon sipped over to her with the brightest, most excited expression she’d ever seen her waiting.

The girl giggled. “Oh, boy, do I have some news for you, Miss Senior!” she said, clapping her hands together giddily.

She raised an amused brow. “Oh?” she walked on towards her office, adjusting her suit-jacket along the way. “Do tell.”

“You know that new employee you’re training this week?”

She sighed heavily. “No,” she said, “but I’m guessing the big boss is being a senile asshole again and assuming I know, so we’ll just lie and say that I do.”

Seoyeon nodded. “Fair enough,” she agreed. Her excitement immediately rekindled itself. “But, anyway! He’s my new neighbor in the cubicles,” she cooed.

“Lemme guess,” she interjected. “By your standards, he’s super hot.” The two turned the corner, reaching their work-spaces. Everything was exactly the same as usual except... Cleaner. That when she noticed the quiet shuffling off to the side.

She could make out a head of dark hair, but not much else.

Seoyeon nudged her side mischievously. “Judge it for yourself,” she said with a wink. She walked over with a charming smile. “Hi! I’m Seo Seoyeon. A syllable so nice, you say it twice” The girl gave a polite bow. “You’re Kim Youngjo, right?”

“Yes, that’s me,” she heard him say. “Nice to meet you.” He sounded friendly enough. He had a sort of baritone, raspy tone. If she was a little more like Seoyeon, she might describe it as husky or sexy.

But then again, she wasn’t Seoyeon with the syllables so nice, you say them twice, so she stuck with baritone and raspy. Maybe a little taut, but she was sure he was just nervous. First day of work, and all.

She walked closer to the two, taking a deep breath beforehand. She was irritated at her boss, but she was afraid she might take it out on the new recruit.

Seoyeon wasn’t wrong about him being handsome. He had a unique look, but he wasn’t at all unattractive. He had dark hair, almond eyes, a full bottom lip and a nose with a defined slope, but not too much as to be protruding.

He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place where from.

She gave him a bow. “Hello,” she said, putting on a polite smile. “You’re Kim Youngjo?”

He nodded in her direction. She could see him swallow hard. “I know who you are, too,” he said, hurriedly straightening his tie. He bowed as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Instructor.”

She chuckled at him. “First, Miss Senior, then Miss Instructor,” she joked. “Next thing you know, I’ll be called Miss Coffee Stain!”

Youngjo laughed a little. The humor, no matter how dumb, seemed to make him less tense. “Thanks for that,” he said.

She gave him a playfully secretive wink. “Thanks for what?” she asked.

He played along with a small smile. “Absolutely nothing, ma’am,” he said. “Nothing at all.”

“Good,” she said. She set her papers down on her desk. “If you want to come with me, I’ll show you around the facilities.” She gestured for him to follow her. “Don’t be too nervous,” she told him. “I’ll go easy on you and only show to first six floors.”

His eyes bulged. “There’s more than 6—?” He caught the playful glimmer in her eyes. “You wee kidding, weren’t you?” he realized.

She nodded. “I was. Still, I’ll show you around what we do have,” she said. “We may be a comparatively small company, but we do have a pretty incredible break room. The espresso machine’s only broken about three times a month. Big step up from its previous streak of five.”

With all of her lighthearted joking, he wasn’t as scared by the end of the tour. Much more relaxed. He even made a joke or two himself, and he was really sweet when she thanked him for cleaning her office.

Still, it nagged at her the whole day why she couldn’t remember where she’d seen his face before.

+++

She peeked her head in through Gunhak’s bedroom door. Sure, she was a little later than usual, but the lights were still on, so he must’ve still been awake. Either that, or he fell asleep with them on again.

She’d started to get into a habit of turning his lights off for him late at night.

“Gunhak?” she called softly. “You up?” The only reason she knew he was still alive was by the grunt she heard from under the mess of covers he called a bed. “Job interview—?”

“Badly,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to silence her. His back was facing her, so she didn’t know for sure what his expression was. She just assumed it wasn’t any good. “It went badly,” he repeated, dropping his hand with an audible flop.

Gingerly, she walked a little farther into the room. “Did they specifically tell you that you didn’t get the job?” she asked.

“No,” he huffed. He flipped onto his back, a sulky expression glued to his face. “But it was one of those ‘read-in-between-the-lines’ things. You could see it in their eyes.” He covered his face with his forearms. “Disappointed, as usual.”

She sat down next to him on the bed, the mattress dipping down a little. “It’s not your fault, you know,” she whispered, trying her best to sound comforting, even though she was awkward with it. “You just haven’t found what you’re passionate about yet.”

“Well, then, I should get off my ass and find it!” Gunhak snapped, sitting up straight and shocking her. “In the mean time, I’m just sitting here, putting countless burdens on you!”

He frowned. He looked less angry, more sad. “It’s not like we’re rolling in cash, y’know? I just... I want to help, but I have no skills.” He pulled his knees to his chest. “I’m actually losing a lot of faith in myself these days...”

She’d never seen him in this way before. Never so vulnerable and open with her. Never so sad and discouraged. He looked truly like a young man fighting tooth and nail to face his troubles.

Gently, she reached out and rubbed his back. He was so tense. “Well, for what it’s worth,” she started, “I’m proud of you. You’re trying, and that’s half the battle.” She gave a small smile. “Thanks for trying.”

He was still frowning.

“Oh, come on,” she groaned exaggeratedly. “What do I have to do to get you up and about? Give you a kiss?”

His ears perked up. “That might work.”

She flicked his forehead. “That was clearly a joke.”

“Well, you shouldn’t joke about things like that,” he said, gripping her wrist. He leaned forward until they were inches apart. “You made me get excited for a minute there.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. “Wow,” she said, swallowing hard. Surprising herself, she kept her composure. “I can’t believe you just said that out loud.” She pulled her wrists away and stood up. “Allow me to go die of embarrassment now.”

He laughed. “Your face is so red!” he chuckled. He looked up at her. “Something I said?”

She rolled her eyes. “Loser,” she huffed, turning to walk out of the room.

“Hey!” he laughed, jumping up from the bed. He rushed in front of her before she could leave. “Just a second ago, you said you were proud!”

His smile was infectious, spreading to her own lips unintentionally. “Get out of my way,” she said, shoving him playfully.

He let her move just a little farther away before he lunged at her.

She screamed and dodged out of the way. “Stop it!” she screeched, but she couldn’t deny the laughter that was rising in her throat. She ran down the hall and down the stairs, Gunhak chasing close behind her.

Sure, it wasn’t the safest thing, but it sure was fun.

They ran around the kitchen table a few times, they weaved in and out of the laundry room, and they threw themselves over the couch once or twice, but in the end, they were left in the living room, trapped in a sweaty, giggly hug.

“You know,” Gunhak started, “I think this is the first time we’ve actually hugged.”

She nodded. “Oh, for sure,” she agreed. “It totally is.” Under normal circumstances, this would’ve made her anxious, but she felt too happy and pumped up to care too much.

That is, until Gunhak pulled them both down to the couch, making sure she was leaning into his side. It was such a comfortable position, like it was made just for the two of them, but it set her into overdrive.

With tinted cheeks, she tried to pull away.

Every time she got two inches away, he pulled her back down. “Just chill for minute,” he laughed. “I’ve already ranted to you about my crappy day, so now you’ve gotta tell me about your, you industrialist.”

She sighed in defeat, going lip in his arms and just trying not to let him see how flustered she was. “Wrong terminology,” she said. “Industrialists have to do with company ownership.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “We both know that company would’ve been brutally murdered by now if it wasn’t for you.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Or maybe it would commit suicide.”

She snorted. “You’re an idiot,” she said. “Who thinks about stuff like that?”

“Handsome roommates, apparently,” he quipped. He smacked her side playfully. “Now, no more stalling! How was your day?” He settled comfortably back into the cushions, closing his eyes as if he might fall asleep there.

She rapped her fingers against her thigh, trying to think of anything important. “Oh! There’s a newbie I’m training at work,” she said. “He’s pretty nice.”

“Oh, yeah?” Seemingly unconsciously, he trailed his fingers up and down her arm, sending sparks shooting through her veins. “What’s his name?”

Her mind felt scrambled. “It’s...” She couldn’t pick his name out exactly, cursing herself internally. “Youngjo, something,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember.”

He shrugged. “Whatever, it’s not a big deal. You sure it’s Youngjo, though?”

She thought hard for a moment. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she finally said. “It really pissed me off, because I feel like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember where from. I remember thinking his name was really unique, though.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “It is.”

“Why do you ask?”

He flicked her arm. “No reason.”

“Dude!” She pinched him back, pushing herself up. “That hurt!”

He laughed. “And that hurt me! So, we’re even.”

She laughed along with him, doubling over a little bit. She looked up at him. He was always so free when he was laughing. The way his eyes crinkled and the corner of his lips up-turned so slightly. He looked a lot younger when he was laughing.

That was probably one of the things she fell in love with.

She shook her head, realizing that she must’ve been staring. She cleared her throat and stood up. “Well... Night, dude,” she said, giving a small wave. She felt a rush of embarrassment run through her veins, but she chose to ignore it.

He smiled at her. “Night, workaholic,” he said.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah,” she drawled. Something yellow caught the corner of the eye. She turned to it, realization dawning on her. It was another one of Gunhak’s post-it notes. “Hey, Gunhak,” she said, peeling it off the wall, “I found another one.”

“Say anything important?” he asked, reaching for the TV remote.

She shrugged. “Pretty,” she said. “It’s just says ‘pretty’.”

He paused for a moment. “Nope,” he said. “Nothing important.”

+++

Seoyeon sighed dreamily as she eyed up Youngjo from the back. “Wow,” she said, sighing in a smitten way. “I love how you just insert that paper right into that printer. Like... Wow. That’s a real man right there.”

Youngjo laughed awkwardly, almost dropping his stack of papers. “Well... Um,” he cleared his throat. “I don’t... Really know how to—”

He was interrupted by the sound of a smack.

“That’s sexual harassment, kid.”

He recognized that voice. He whipped around, his shoulders sagging in relief when he saw his supervisor. “Miss Senior,” he breathed out. “It’s so good to see you.”

She gave a small laugh. “I bet,” she said. She turned her attention back to Seoyeon. “Can you not be so creepy?” she asked. “He’s worked here a full three weeks and you’ve just gotta progressively weirder.”

Seoyeon smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you mean, ma’am,” she said.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah.” She stared shooing her off. “Now get back to work. And don’t call me ‘ma’am’! I’m not old enough for that yet!” She sighed once the young girl was was out of ear-shot.

She turned to Youngjo. “Hey,” she said, “I’m sorry about that. She’s a little...” She searched for the right words, but she decided to throw it out of the window. There was no saving that with sugar-coating. “She’s boy hungry,” she said with a shrug.

He choked on his spit, coughing a little.

“But really,” she continued, “you should see it as a compliment, ‘cause she only does that towards guys she thinks are really handsome.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s... unique,” he settled on. He shifted his weight. “I actually think it’s kind of flattering,” he admitted. She gave him a look. “No one’s ever been that forward with me before.”

His cheeks were heating up a little, but he tried to keep a cool appearance. “That’s one of the main reasons I was wondering if I could talk to for a little bit.” His throat went a little dry. “I’d like to ask her out on a date, but I don’t know how to do it,” he said firmly. “I figured you’d have some ideas.”

She stared at him with her jaw dropped. “I don’t usually like to be this casual in the workplace,” she said, “but dude!” She started laughing. “She’s crazy about you! Well, your face, at least. Just ask her!”

“Well, that’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t want her to just be into my face. I’d like her to be into me personality-wise, too. You see, I like her personalty. She seems funny, deceptively perceptive and she knows what she wants.” He chuckled. “She’s cool.”

She felt a smile spreading across her face, almost motherly. “You want me to try and wing-man you?” she asked.

Finally, the cool facade shattered a little. “I... Well,” he stuttered. “You’re right. Totally inappropriate.” He tittered nervously. “Especially for the workplace.” He started gathering his papers. “I never should’ve—”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you,” she interrupted, making him freeze. “I don’t think I’ll be much help to you since all of my previous relationship have ended in fiery emotional terror, but my roommate might be able to help you out. He’s real smooth with the ladies.”

Youngjo seemed intrigued. “Really?” he asked.

She nodded. “Really,” she said.

“What’s his name?”

She tried to stop herself from smiling, but it happened, whether she wanted it to or not. “Gunhak,” she said. “His name is Gunhak.”

Youngjo’s eyes widened. “Wait. Kim Gunhak?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed. “Yeah. He’s really smooth with girls, he’s a master flirt, but he also knows how to make you comfortable. You know him?”

“Oh my gosh!” he gasped, almost dropping his stack of paper. “You’re the roommate he’s been yammering about for three months!”

She laughed disbelievingly. “I must be!”

He had a look on his face like ‘what a small world’. “Life is incredible,” he finally said. “Why’d you describe him like that, though?”

She looked confused for a moment. “Because that’s how he... is?” she said.

“You’re kidding,” he laughed.

She shook her head slowly. “I’m not, actually.”

“No way!” he said. “Anyone who knows Gunhak knows that he’s kinda quiet and awkward, but still cool. Kinda why he does so badly in job interviews.” He shrugged. “He’s a nice guy, though. One of my best friends.”

She crossed her arms, almost pouting. She remembered she was at work, refraining from it. “He’s not like that at home at all,” she said. “He’s annoying, he likes to tease me...” she trailed off. “But he’s also really cool and nice, like you said. He’s done some really good things, but some really weird ones, too.”

Youngjo smiled knowingly. “I think I get it,” he said.

“Get what?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

He gathered his papers again. “He likes you, Miss Senior.”

+++

“Gunhak!” she called when she unlocked the door. She had no patience. What Youngjo had said had eaten at her the entire day.

‘He likes you, Miss Senior.’

She thought that was insane. They must’ve known different Gunhaks.

She locked the door behind her, dropping her purse and shoes in the hall. She didn’t have time to take putting them away. “Gunhak!” she called again, louder. Something pale yellow caught her eye.

She walked up to the post-it note, stuck to archway into the kitchen.

Yo, it’s Gunhak.

Did he go out? Was it Wednesday? Wednesday was grocery shopping on the chores list.

Youngjo called me while you were at work... Guess that I’m where you recognized him from.

Her heart beat erratically. So they did know the same Gunhak.

I’m upstairs if you need me. I really think we should talk. P.S. Bring your notepad. I’m feeling kinda shy and awkward right now.

She immediately dived for her purse, taking out her notebook and a pen. She could feel sweat beading on her forehead, as well as nervousness in her chest, but she pushed it away. She sprinted up the stairs, trying her hardest not to trip.

When she got to the top, she turned the corner into Gunhak’s room, panting a little.

He was laying on his bed with earbuds in, but he saw her. He quickly paused his music and sat up with widened eyes.

She opened her mouth, about to say something, but he put a finger to his lips, shushing her. She looked confused until he grabbed his pad of post-it notes.

He pulled out his earbuds, focusing on what he was writing. When he was done scribbling it down, he held up the small, muted-yellow pad.

He told you I like you?

She was about to answer out loud, but then she remembered the notebook in her hands. She uncapped her pen, quickly scratching down a reply.

Yeah, but don’t worry. I didn’t believe him.

He looked a little hurt.

Why didn’t you believe him?

She couldn’t think of anything meaningful to write down. The silence was too deafening to her. Her pen clumsily glided across the paper.

Just ‘cause.

He sighed, immediately preparing his wrist for a long stint of writing.

Why didn’t you believe him? That’s a little dumb, don’t you think?

She knew what this was. This is what he was like when he was venting. Writing down literally anything that came down to his mind. He was like a lyricist in that way. But for whatever reason, this sounded a little different. More desperate.

I’ve been trying to get you to realize that I’ve liked you for the longest time. What do you think all those random written compliments were? About dog memes?

She laughed at that.

I like you so much that it’s annoying.

Her heart skipped a beat.

I like you so much that I wake up early to make you pancakes. I like you so much that I play with your hair and hope you think I don’t notice. I like you so much that I didn’t want to lose you and you make me terrified, so I act like some tough guy and I was just trying to let you figure it out for yourself.

He hesitated writing the next note, but he pushed himself through it.

I like you so much.

She almost gasped, but she stopped herself. Instead, she uncapped her pen again.

Screw you, Kim Gunhak.

His eyes widened.

I wanted to confess to you first. I’ve been stressing about it for months. So hard, in fact, I decided against it, actually.

He stood up from the bed immediately, something foreign shining in his surprising pretty eyes. Had they ever looked so pretty before? He wrote something down very carefully, but he kept it hidden until he stood right in front of her.

He handed it to her rather shyly, like a cute kid from a kindergarten offering his first letter to a girl.

She took it from his hands, reading over it carefully. To be honest though, there wasn’t much to read. Just a simple question.

Kiss: Yes or No?

She felt an embarrassed giggle raise in her chest, but she shoved it back down, settling for a smile, completely with reddened cheeks. She spent a second or two with the paper before handing it back to him.

The ‘Yes’ had been circled with a cutely doodled sunshine.

He smiled at it. Started to, st least.

His smile was interrupted by her lips, pressing against his ever so gently. He stood there, shocked and eyes wide.

She laughed softly. “You okay?” she asked, the first spoken word in the room.

He walked even closer to her. She would’ve thought he’d regained his composure if it hadn’t been for the faint pinkness on his cheeks. “Well, then,” he started, “you should’ve kissed better. It didn’t have the right feeling.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. “And what’s this infamous ‘feeling’ supposed to be like?” she asked.

He took a deep breath, face still a little red. “Kinda like this,” he said, gripped her waist gently but firmly. He leaned forward until their lips touched. He didn’t waste much time with just brushing them against each other.

He was decisive. He knew what they both wanted.

They wanted assurance.

She gingerly wrapped her arms around his front. Her fingers laid flat across his back, spreading out like fireworks. It sent electric sparks down his spine, making him lean in further.

He was right. This was much better than what she had provided before.

His force was palpable, but never ever bruising. It was almost like a tease, as if he was telling her that he had more to offer. Every kiss left her wanting more, but gave her such a warm feeling in her chest that she hadn’t felt in years.

She couldn’t help but smile into the kisses.

Gunhak chuckled, pulling away. “What’re you smiling for, gorgeous roommate?” he asked, rubbing her side gently.

“Because, hot roommate,” she started, making him smile wider, “I was fully prepared to jump straight into bed with you, but now that I’ve realized that I love you...” She pulled him into a hug, physically melting into it. “I kinda wanna get dinner with you. I want to go on dates with you, have cheesy anniversaries and movie nights and just take things slow.”

She nuzzled into his shoulder. “You kind of feel like forever material,” she mumbled. “It’s weird.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “True love, maybe?” he said cheekily, hugging her close. They started rocking back and forth together naturally, like it was meant to be that way.

She pinched his arm. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she teased. She paused for a moment.

“What’s up?” he asked, hesitantly resting his chin on the top of her head, as if testing the proverbial waters.

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just happy.”

(There is a disappointing lack of Gunhak gifs, and I request a revolution.)

Hey, Cheya ( @shizziebo! ) Finally, I finished it. You know, I had actually finished this a while ago, but I rewrote it because I realized that I wrote it way too seriously for the concept. 0.0 Like, seriously. This is a fun concept and I made it lowkey dark. But anyway! I fixed it.

I hope you enjoyed it!

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst #request #reaction #requested #for cheya #oneus #oneus leedo #leedo #kim gunhak #gunhak #roommate #roommates #au

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Ghosts of the past - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 + warnings

AO3

Previous chapter

Chapter 3

She’s read about what happened at the gala in the news. Nobody died but few people got intoxicated by some sort of hallucinogen. Eventually everyone got better, but doctors still observed them for side effects.

Miranda was still angry at herself. Has her old master seen her, she would laugh in her face. “Unarmed! Ridiculous!”

Sorry, master, for I have became too comfortable in my free skin.

“Unarmed! Beaten by a shrink!”

You don’t have to rub it in.

“Disappointment!”

Bitch.

Today she exchanged her turtleneck for tank top showing the scratch marks on her chest. She wondered, walking up the stairs to Crane’s office, whether he will be there. No words about cancelling the appointment.

She entered the office. He was sitting there as if nothing happened between them.

“Hello, Miss Bradbury.”

“Professor.”

The game was on.

She didn’t sit right away. She made sure the two office windows are open. Professor watched her without comment. When she was satisfied with the fresh Gotham air, she sat in the chair facing the man.

“Do you want to talk about what happened to you?” he gestured towards her scratches.

“Yes.” He seemed so calm. If she didn’t know better, she’d doubt the fiend was really him.

“Tell me then.”

She looked him straight in the eyes. They were uncanny. He nearly never blinked focused on her words. It was scary. And beautiful.

“You tried to kill me.”

He didn’t break eye contact. He let the words settle.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Can you spare some details?”

Oh no, you don’t slip away so easily, you snake.

“The attack at the gala, sure you’ve heard of it.”

“Yes.”

“You attacked me there.”

“You are mistaken. I’ve been in my office whole night. Unfortunately going over Arkham reports.”

“You went right after the bell. You knew. Nobody else in Gotham knows.”

“Miss Bradbury, I am afraid you have a wrong man.”

“Interesting choice of words,” she smiled at him. “You will be afraid soon.”

“Don’t make me call the police, miss.”

“You wouldn’t have time.”

The tension in the air grew tighter.

“You want to make me doubt, but I am quite sane, professor. But sanity doesn’t stop me from bashing your skull in. Your next words might. Choose them wisely.”

He waited, calculating look in his eyes. Then he comforted himself in his chair, intertwined his fingers and smiled a bit.

“Your case is… fascinating.”

“Is it now?”

“It is not uncommon for people to collapse during panic attack. Neither is heart attack; however, it is weird for otherwise healthy individuals. Your reaction was over the top. Worse, than I expected. Your heart stopped.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Crane. You are boring me to your death.”

“I am not finished. The fear you have…” Miranda scoffed loudly but he continued uninterrupted, “is different. I would like to research it and help you fix it.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You are guessing. You have no idea how to help me.”

“That’s what research is for.”

Miranda smirked. “I can’t feel fear, professor. Even when the ghosts are killing me, I feel nothing than constant wish to live. I was a fool hoping it would change here.”

She stood up, turned to door.

“So that’s all?” he asked.

“If you ever cross me again, I will cut your head off with your scythe.”

“Shame. You would be interesting research material.”

“And your eyes would make a beautiful decoration. Goodbye, professor.”

“You know where to find me when you get worse.”

“If.”

“No, Miranda. When.”

***

She walked across the rooftop. To and fro. One way, the other. Impatiently, one would say. She didn’t feel impatient, just… Miranda didn’t know how she felt. Confrontational. Ready to kill a guy. She needed to talk.

She was guessing, didn’t know anything for sure. But her intuition’s proven right before. At the worst, she has made a fool out of herself. At the best, she will learn some new thing.

To and fro.

“Banshee,” the voice behind he rumbled. She stopped her pacing and turned. He must make so many people scared. Tall, dark, masked. Even she felt tremble first time. But it was because she knew what to look for. Other lose him in the darkness, not her.

“Batman,” she replied, “so you’ve come.”

“Our mutual friend asked me to.”

“Yes, mutual friend.” She sent a letter to Bruce Wayne and accused him of being the Bat. Was she right? She didn’t know, but the coincidence of him walking into her shop was simply too great. “I wanted to ask you a question,” she said. In retrospect it was a stupid one, but it was too late to back out.

He waited in silence. Strong, silent type, no wonder Joker went crazy over him. Miranda gathered herself some more.

“Are you going to kill me?” she finally asked.

If the question surprised him, he didn’t let it show.

“I don’t kill.”

“I’ve heard. But you are the League.”

“Where did you hear of that?”

“I have seen your moves. The League of Assassins training is so obvious it hurts. You are part of it.”

“I see,” he said. “You are a defector.”

“And those should be punished. That’s why I am asking. Are you?”

His expression didn’t change. “No, I am not part of the League anymore.”

Oh, great. Two defectors in one city. This didn’t reek trouble at all! Great! Just brilliant! You picked the wrong city, Miranda, you stupid bitch. Next stop, Metropolis. At least there she knew Superman wasn’t a ninja.

“The League hasn’t entered Gotham for years now,” he continued. “I think you are safe for now.”

If she was safe what about the shadow figures she’s been seeing? First, she thought the League was onto her, but what about now?

“Thanks,” Miranda said blankly lost in thoughts. Then she realized what position she was in. She can talk to a former member freely. Well, partially, he is still the one who wants to lock her up because she likes her job. She asked anyways. “Have you ever heard of the survival curse?”

“Do you mean survival’s guilt?”

“No. It’s a curse with ritual and all. Ever heard of it?”

“No.”

“Ah… okay.”

The silence grew uncomfortable. Miranda looked at the city. All the lights, all the noise, she heard shouting and car alarms. The Bat has so much work and yet he found time for her. She needed to use it.

“Help me find something about it, please.”

“I don’t have time for things like that.”

“I know. But here’s the deal. If you help me, I will stop killing in your city.”

“In my city…”

“I am not giving up my job. I will just not cause you any trouble. What do you say?”

Gunshots were heard from dark streets.

“I have work to do,” Batman said and jumped off.

‘So do I,’ thought Miranda and left by stairs.

***

Contracts were interesting things. They found their way to her through most curious paths. When it was crime bosses it was common, they just spread the word among themselves. But then there were those who found her through comments on deep dark web, or by hearsay, and one lady even claimed her dog sniffed Miranda out.

And then there were approaches. “Please, kill my husband and make it look like an accident.” “My girlfriend cheated on me. Make her suffer.” “My wives are annoying, please, shut them for good. Quickly.”

Miranda didn’t get sick pleasure from torturing. It was just part of her job. She did it with no emotions, it was required of her. Jut like a dentist taking out rotten tooth.

Camilla Hutchinson was supposed to die today but not until she heard about what she’s done. Capturing her was easy. Miranda followed her home, knocked her out and tied her to a chair.

“Do you know what you have done?” asked Miranda. She never took her scarf off when with victims. You never know what can happen. Don’t show your face even to the dead people.

Camilla, unable to speak through gag, shook her head. Tears were falling from her eyes, face wet and red.

“You ran the red lights. You killed a whole family.”

Camilla sobbed.

“When you kill whole family, you need to make sure nobody is left to despise you.”

Camilla sniffed, a bubble formed at her nose.

“You left someone alive to mourn. And they want you to die.”

Her eyes begged for mercy. Her mouth couldn’t say the words. She struggled against the ropes when Miranda took out knife. She didn’t prolong it. No torture was required here, just the information.

She cut the woman’s throat. Blood spurted out, Camilla tried to get out of ropes, but her body went limp after few seconds. The blood slowly stopped and only dripped in small droplets.

Miranda cleaned the knife on Camilla’s clothes and left the flat as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t make the house into cemetery. She took down her scarf, let her hair free and put on a sweater.

From Banshee to Miranda.

From murderer to toy shop owner.

Another night, another job done. Or so she thought. After two streets she realized the creeping feeling on the back of her neck.

Someone followed her. A man, she realized. He wore a cloak big enough to hide any weapon in it. He was too far to get detail of his face in the dark. But she was sure he was after her. Was it a policeman in disguise? Or was he planning to kill her?

She found an alley. She took a long look at the man and walked into the dark. If he is a policeman, he won’t follow her. If he is something else, she won’t ask questions.

Miranda hid in the shadows. She waited patiently, she used to be able to stand hours without moving. Her master formed her into the calmest person in the world. The League ate her already limited emotions one by one. Now she tried to get them back, but the training never went away.

The man walked in the alley. His face turned visibly confused. For him, Miranda has just vanished.

She threw a bell on the opposite side of the alley.

Ding.

The man turned.

She stepped from the shadows and stabbed him in the neck.

No questions asked. She didn’t care. He fell, pool of blood forming under him. Miranda looked at him closely, she didn’t recognize him. She smirked excited. Who could hunt her?

Ding sounded as someone kicked her bell by accident.

Miranda jumped on her feet. This movement saved her life as a woman shot at her. Where just a second ago was Miranda’s head now was only her flank.

Miranda shouted in surprise and pain. The instinct took over. She threw the knife, hit the woman to the face. Then she caught the wound. Bleeding. Hurting like three hells.

“Fuck,” she stumbled. She grabbed the bell, the knife, and headed away. Too far from home. Hospital was not an option and the wound kept bleeding hard. She needed to get somewhere to fix this.

Someone ordered a hit on her and nearly got her. Pulsing pain shot from the wound to her body. The cold was getting worse. Too much blood lost. If she doesn’t fix this soon, she will bleed out. She needed privacy.

“Sloppy,” commented her imaginary master.

Where to go? She trudged along not knowing where she will end up. Her vision was getting blurry, when she noticed familiar street.

“Ah,” she commented weakly. “To hell with it.”

***

Mrs. Collins was a brilliant secretary and nurse. She lived in Gotham her whole life so she knew when to keep to herself. She was also always the first one in the office. Jonathan got her call and went straight there leaving his Arkham research for later.

“Just found her here,” she told him. “Didn’t want to call the ambulance just yet. She is one of yours.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Collins. Please cancel all today’s appointments and take the day off.”

“Very well, doctor. If you need something, just call.”

Miranda lay on the floor covered in her own blood. It looked like she burned a wound on her flank. Bullet. She broke in through the window, patched herself roughly and collapsed. Her skin was shite, she lost a lot of blood but transfusion wasn’t necessary yet.

“That’s not what I meant by worse,” he mumbled. He opened a safe, took out first aid and few of his chemicals. Miranda was out cold, he made sure to take her weapons away. He didn’t need her to wake up and blow his brain out.

He cleaned the wound. The bullet was still inside, and it seemed to miss any organs. Miranda was lucky. She will be up and running in no time.

Jonathan considered his next step. The bullet needs to go out. He could do it, but all his equipment was at home. He leaned over her and let her breathe in ammonia mixture.

She slowly opened her eyes.

“Good morning,” Jonathan said to her. “You better come with me.”

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