A few days after the conversation with your father, you have filled Gun in on the plan that you hope will go well and today is the day it will come into play. Still sticking to the original plan, Gun will go around and talk to Goo, throwing in a few questions about yourself in the process. Then Gun will ask Goo to a dinner to discuss what your father had said previously when all 3 of you had the meeting about 5 days ago and you will show up in his place. Hopefully everything will go well and then you can discuss everything with Goo, resulting in a happy ending.
But since this morning you have been frantically pacing about your room, thinking about everything. You have called Gun about 2 times already to make sure he's aware of what he needs to do and both times he has responded with 'I know the plan, don't worry'. Now you're onto texting him. But you haven't received a reply back and that's worrying you.
20 minutes of pacing later you hear the signature *ding* of your phone. You run and grab it from your bed and it is a text from Gun.
*I've just arrived. Don't worry, everything will be fine, it's just like we went over. I'll let you know how it goes.*
*Okay.* is the only thing you can respond with given how anxious you are. Now with that it's just a waiting game to see how everything plays out.
_
"Well" Gun says, stepping into Goo's apartment. "How has everything been"
"Amazing" Goo replies rather nastily.
"As pleasant as always I can tell"
"Ha ha, very funny. Now just sit down so we can get this over and done with" Gun obliges to the somewhat command-like comment and sits.
"So, what did you want to go over?" Goo says with a still rather hateful tone in his voice and Gun can't distinguish whether it's from his presence or because of you.
"Firstly, why the dick attitude of yours?. I mean you're always a dick, but amazingly enough, this is a whole other level" Gun asks curiously.
"Oh fuck off, this is how I normally am. Can't you tell?" Goo replies back, now even more aggravated.
"Mhm. So this little attitude of yours wouldn't have anything to do with you know who?" Goo just scoffs.
"No it doesn't have anything to do with her if you must know"
"Right. So no bitter feeling, no pining for her, nothing of that sort going on right now?" Gun asks, attempting to make Goo more annoyed because he knows this is the best way to get answers out of him.
"Again. NO" Goo shouts the last part.
"Wow, touchy. But even in saying no, it's a yes. Got it"
"You know what, fuck off if you're going to be like that"
"Be like what?" Gun replies, acting oblivious.
"Oh I don't know. Curious, nosey, intrusive or just sticking your nose somewhere it doesn't belong" Goo retorts back.
"Right. So you are upset then. God I couldn't tell"
"Oh fuck off. I mean seriously, you would be too"
"Trust me, given what I've heard from her and the entire little plan that she concocted, yeah I'm pissed. But seriously the thing she did to you, that's just laughable" Gun says tauntingly.
"Right and you've hear everything"
"That's right" Gun replies back calmly. Goo turns around at this and raises his eyebrows, not needing to ask the question 'seriously?' for Gun to understand what he was going to say. So Gun just nods.
"Well then. Looks like you guys are happy again"
"Were friends again if that's what you mean"
"Right...friends" Goo replies back, now getting agitated.
"You seem bothered. Want to tell me why?" Gun says, provoking Goo even more.
Then after a few seconds, Gun sees a glass flying towards his head and after that Goo goes in for a punch. They have a small scuffle on the floor for a good few minutes, both landing punches on one another until Goo finally stops and stands. Gun does the same and they both wipe themselves down before sitting on the sofa.
"This is bullshit" Goo says. "All of this is fucking bullshit"
"Clarification?" Gun asks curiously.
"Her and me. Me and her. God, it's bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit"
"Aww so you are upset" Gun mocks. Goo just looks at him for a moment before taking in his surroundings and Gun assumes he doesn't want to break his expensive furniture.
"Look just fuck off, I'm not in the mood" Goo says back.
"Listen. I don't really care all that much. But, for what it's worth. She is sorry" Gun says as he stands up to leave.
But as he walks towards the door and reaches for the handle Goo suddenly asks something.
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Also what happened to talking about the meeting?" Goo questions.
"We can go over it another time. Clearly, you're not in the right headspace" And with that Gun leaves Goo's apartment._
Another *ding* on your phone makes you jump as you have just sat down to think about everything for the millionth time. It's from Gun again. Much like last time you open it at lightning speed.
*Half the plan worked. Very well actually. The other half, not so much*
*What do you mean by half?. What half.* You reply back.
*Dinner didn't work out. I didn't even ask. But he is pissed about you and everything you have done. Like seriously, a little provoking and we were having a small fight on the floor.*
*What?.*
*Seriously. He is pissed*
*Also, if you ask me again to go back over there, my answer is no. I am NOT putting up with him again. At least not until it's necessary.*
*Got it. Thank you for doing half of the plan though. But what should I do now?.* You ask.
*Talk to him.*
And with that you are left bewildered. Goo doesn't want to talk to you and from what Gun has just texted you he's so pissed off that he's willing to throw punches.
A few hours of deliberating later and you still have no idea what to do. Clearly he's annoyed and hurt and you're pretty sure you're the last person he wants to see or even hear from right now. So you decide to leave it. Wait for everything to settle down and then you will try to talk to him.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/339616206-288-k587889.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
The Fake Date x Goo Kim
RomanceThis is a Lookism story that I'm currently working on. You had always been infatuated by Gun since the day you met him, the day your father told you he was going to be your bodyguard. Whether it was with his fighting prowess, that bleak and mature...