The city of Seoul was alive with the buzz of nightlife, but Joon Goo didn't care about any of it. His focus was razor-sharp as he leaned against the hood of his flashy sports car, eyes hidden behind tinted glasses, waiting. It had been a while since he last saw Gun, and as much as he hated to admit it, he missed the guy.
"Baby, I'm back..." Goo muttered to himself, the lyrics of the song stuck in his head. He couldn't help but laugh at how perfectly they described him. No matter how much Gun tried to push him away, no matter how many fights or silent treatments, Goo always came back.
Because that's who he was.
His phone buzzed, and he quickly glanced at it-nothing important. His mind drifted to Gun, and he wondered if the guy was still angry about their last fight. It had been bad, sure, but every time they clashed, it just felt like another chapter in their never-ending story.
A smirk tugged at Goo's lips. Yeah, he'll come back. He always does.
The sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts, and there he was. Jong Gun Park, in his usual all-black outfit, looking as cold and unapproachable as ever. His black sclera eyes gave him that intimidating aura, but Goo wasn't fazed. He never was.
Gun's gaze flicked over to Goo for a brief second, but then he turned away, clearly not interested. That was typical of him-always pretending not to care. Goo chuckled and pushed himself off the car, casually strolling over to where Gun stood, his hands in his pockets.
"Long time no see, Jongie," Goo called out, his tone teasing but with a hint of something more. "Miss me?"
Gun didn't answer, didn't even turn his head. But Goo could see the way his jaw clenched, the slight twitch of his fingers. He knew Gun better than anyone else-he knew that Gun wasn't as unaffected as he liked to pretend.
"Come on, don't give me the silent treatment." Goo stepped closer, his grin widening. "You act all tough, but you're here, aren't you? That's gotta count for something."
Gun's eyes finally shifted toward him, narrowing slightly. "What do you want?"
Goo shrugged, still grinning. "Is it so hard to believe I just wanted to see you? I know you're pissed, but we've been through worse, haven't we?" His voice took on a more serious edge as he added, "You know I always come back."
The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The city noises, the distant hum of cars and chatter, seemed to fade into the background. It was just the two of them, standing there like they had so many times before-caught in this strange, twisted cycle of pushing and pulling, leaving and coming back.
She said she missed me, then she want me back, the song lyrics replayed in Goo's mind, and he couldn't help but think how fitting they were. Gun never said it out loud, but Goo knew. He knew Gun missed him, even if he'd never admit it.
"You're a pain, Goo," Gun muttered, his voice low but not cold like usual. There was something softer in his tone, something that almost sounded like exhaustion.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't know what to do without me," Goo shot back, his grin returning. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Admit it. You missed me."
Gun's expression remained neutral, but his silence spoke volumes. They both knew the truth, even if Gun didn't want to say it.
"You don't get it, do you?" Gun finally said, his voice quiet, almost like he was talking to himself. "It's always the same with you. You leave, then come back like nothing happened."
Goo's grin faltered slightly. He wasn't expecting Gun to actually open up, even a little. That wasn't Gun's style. But here he was, standing there, saying more than he usually did. It caught Goo off guard.
"Yeah, I come back," Goo said, his voice softer now. "Because I can't stay away. And neither can you."
Gun's eyes met his, and for a second, Goo thought he saw something flicker in those dark, unreadable depths. But then Gun turned away again, his usual stoic mask slipping back into place.
"You're not gonna stop, are you?" Gun asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question.
Goo chuckled, stepping back and throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Come on, you know me. I never give up." His smirk returned, playful and full of confidence. "Besides, you wouldn't want me to."
Gun didn't respond, but Goo could tell from the way he stayed there, didn't leave, that his words had hit the mark. They always danced around the truth, but deep down, they both knew what was really going on.
"You can run, but you'll always come back," Goo said, echoing the same words Gun had said earlier, flipping them with a grin.
Gun glanced at him, his lips pressing into a thin line. He wasn't going to argue, and Goo knew it. There was no point. They were stuck in this loop, and neither of them really wanted out.
"Fine," Gun finally said, his voice clipped, as if he was doing Goo a favor just by staying. "But this doesn't change anything."
Goo laughed, the tension breaking. "I wouldn't expect it to, Jongie. We've been through too much for anything to change." He stepped forward, giving Gun a light, playful punch on the arm. "But it's good to see you again. Missed you."
Gun didn't respond to that, but his lack of protest was all the confirmation Goo needed.
Baby, I'm back, Goo thought again as they stood there in comfortable silence, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. The song played in his head like a promise, a reminder that no matter how many times they clashed, they'd always find their way back to each other.
Because that's what they did.
