The Fake Date x Goo Kim

9

Without a second thought in Goo's mind, he breaks the silence. "Well my showers been ruined now and clearly you've already had a shower. But not a very hot one I'm assuming?"

With another slight chuckle leaving your lips and Goo then smiling again, the tension is then gone between you both. You both just laugh until there is a breeze and you shiver. Goo takes note of this and grabs your wrist, leading you to the bathroom, not saying a word.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

Goo doesn't say anything but hands you a towel and then leaves for a moment. He then returns with one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He hands them to you without saying anything else, while grabbing the ones that were already in the bathroom and throwing them outside onto a nearby sofa, nicely taking his glasses in his hand and then grabbing the door handle.

As he's leaving, that's when he finally speaks. "Go in the showers and change before you catch a cold". With that the door shuts. You lock it and then hear rustling on the outside of the door, presumably Goo changing. But then you take into account how kind he's being.

You reiterate to yourself about how, technically, it's only been 2 days since the both of you have started to talk civilly to one another and how in those 2 days, so much has happened.

You've had multiple conversations, started to fake date, Gun then found out almost immediately, you've kissed, Gun told your father, your father lectured you, screamed at you and Goo, you stood up for Goo and then that same day you walked to his apartment in the rain needing a place to stay for the night. Now you're in his bathroom, in his house, getting ready to shower and staying the night.

How all of this has happened you have no idea and you don't really want to know, or rather, you don't want to admit that this is all your doing, just to get Gun's attention. But now thinking about how you might have his attention, you're not that bothered.

Instead, right here, right now, in Goo's bathroom, you care more about what he will think of you when you walk out. You care more about what the supposed 'yellow haired bastard' thinks of you rather than the person you have been fascinated about for years, and you don't know what to make of it.