Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

I'm Engaged Now....Yay!

(Happy 100th chapter! Thanks for sticking around for this long! Only 100 chapters more till the end of book one! 😳 Anyways, here's to 100 more 🎉 🎊 Also, idk, I just looked up expensive Japanese ring and found this one but you can imagine a different one if you want.)

My eyes fluttered open and I winced.

"Ow..." I whispered and looked over at Gun. He was asleep next to me.

He was still next to me in his boxers.

When did we fall asleep?

I looked down at myself and flushed red when I saw I was just in my bra and underwear.

OH WHAT THE FUCK?! YN, WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Hmmm, you're awake?" Gun asked in his morning voice.

AGH, THAT FUCKING HOT ASS MORNING VOICE!

"What time is it?" I yawned and winced from all the bruises.

"Um..8:41 pm." He yawned.

"WHAT?! WE SLEPT 12 HOURS?!" I gasped.

"Mmhm."

"Gun, how can you be so calm?! We slept all day! It's practically night time and we have to sleep in a few hours!"

"It's not like you sleep before 2 am anyways." He looked up at me.

"Well-okay but-no-but like-"

"Go back to sleep if you're so worried about it." He sat up and stretched. I watched him.

Fuck he's hot.

"How did we sleep for 12 hours?!"

"Well, WE didn't. You did though."

"What?"

"Yeah, I first woke up because you were having a nightmare or something and kneed me in the dick. After I could breathe and you had calmed down, I fed Mew and San and let them run around for an hour and a half in the snow. Then I came back and you were still asleep so I got back in bed, read a chapter or two then fell asleep again. I woke up like, two hours later, used the bathroom, worked out, took a shower, ate some food, watched some TV and fell asleep again."

I stared at him in shock. He actually did stuff and I slept all day?!

"Why didn't you wake me up?!"

"Because you looked so calm and peaceful. You looked like a little kitten all snuggled up under the blankets."

I smacked him and pushed myself up, wincing in pain before I sat up, my legs bent to my sides. I blinked, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes.

"Why do you have to fuck me up so hard, I hurt all over now!" I grumbled.

"You say things in such a weird and dirty way."

I thought for a second then rolled my eyes.

"Or maybe you just think that way, ya nasty."

He chuckled and I pulled the blanket over my chest.

Shit, I forgot I was practically naked.... AUTHOR, MAKE THIS MORE REALISTIC!

(Ño❤️)

"Are you hungry?" He asked and I looked up.

"Kinda. Can we go for a walk?" I asked and he nodded.

"Sure. But I think you should get dressed first."

"Oh, really? I thought I was wearing to much." I sassed and he laughed.

"I don't think our neighbors would like that to much."

"What are you talking about? They would love it. Now get out, I need to get up."

He chuckled and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Ow." I mumbled as I got up and picked out some clothes, tossing them on before fixing my awful hair.

Once I looked goodish enough, I made my way down to meet Gun.

He looked up at me and picked up two bowls, setting then down on the table.

"Our rings got here a day early." He opened a small box.

"Oh, it's so pretty!" I gasped and took it out of the box.

It was very clear that this ring is EXTREMELY expensive, way more than 2000 dollars like he had told me. If you studied a bit of jewelry and regional differences, you can tell right away that it is authentically Japanese.

I picked up a small card that was at the bottom of the shipping box.

This ring was handmade in Japan by expert jewelers. It took over two months to make to insure absolute perfection. There is and will never be another ring such as this one.

I slipped the ring on and admired it.

"Look." I smiled and showed him.

"It suits you." He nodded and I grinned.

"Where's yours?" I asked and opened a tiny box to see it sitting in the slit. "Come on, we had an agreement. You have to wear it too." I held it out for him. He rolled his eyes but put it on.

"There, happy?"

"90% happy."

"And what does the Princess need for that 10%?"

"Pictures for Instagram."

"You know what, 90% is still a passing grade."

"Hey!"