Hot Girl Summer (A Lookism One-Shot Book)

Gun x Strong!Male Reader

『King VS King』

TW: Explicit Content, gay sex, violence, Gun being mean (a little bit), obsession

Pairing: Gun/Male Reader

Kinks: Oral, the thrill of fighting

Requested By: JinwuSung

Word Count: 1796

Note: This might be a tad bit ooc I'm sorry- I didn't really know what to write for this. Strong readers aren't my Forte.

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE 18+
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The sky was so blue earlier, what happened? The sky was overcast, rain settling in the clouds, ready to fall. The world was already dark at only 2 pm. You could feel the damp air as it laid on your hair. You walked through the alleyway, the one you met him in. He showed up one night while you were walking home from school. That was...what? 5 years ago? That was one of the best days of your life.

The sky lit up in a bright flash, and thunder boomed, shaking the ground. You watched the ground as you walked. Another crash of thunder and lightning made you look up, your eyes readjusting to the dark again. At the end of the alleyway, there was a dark silhouette. Another flicker of lightning, and you recognized him.

Gun stepped out of the shadows, pushing his shades back up the bridge of his nose. "It's been a long time, Y/N."

"It has." You shoved your hands in your hoodie pocket.

"Heard you became King of Boseong. How'd that happen?" He flicked the ashes off his cigarette, something you must've missed.

"Oh, you know...Being just a small village, it's not hard to work your way to the top." You smiled at him, a little proud of yourself.

"Are you any stronger than you were then?" You knew he was talking about your fight all those years ago. You weren't the strongest. You two were just 17 year old kids. Well...you were 17.

You shrugged. "Haven't really had a good fight in a while. Who knows what I'm capable of now." You grinned. You didn't know how to do all those fancy moves you've seen these other people do, but you think your style is just as good. It's more like street fighting, in a sense that you've only been taught to fight like you're going to die.

Gun threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. He breathed the smoke out, taking off his shades. "A while, huh? What do you know, neither have I." He smirked, then threw off his coat, tossing it aside. This city motherfucker and his absolutely uncare for his belongings.

You slowly took your hoodie off, also tossing it aside, your black t-shirt almost coming off with it. "For the record," You started. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Gun walked toward you, close enough where you could reach out and touch him. "It's not." You felt a drop of rain on your shoulder before it started pouring. Gun's eyes stared daggers into yours- not hateful but competitive.

You cracked your knuckles before shooting your arm out, intending to hit him. He caught your fist, his black eyes unblinking. You smiled at him. His other hand nearly made contact with your ribs, but you caught his wrist. You kicked out your leg, toe of your tennis shoe colliding with his knee cap. His eyes widened, body going down until he's down on one knee.

Before you could take in your small victory, his fist swung up into your stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs. A throbbing pain filled your midsection, but your whole body seemed to scream at you. Gun grabbed your waist, slamming you against the brick alley wall. You grunted, slowly standing back up.