oneshots for zerobaseone!! includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 💗
╔══════════════════╗ PARK GUNWOOK ✎ i. why are you ignoring me? ╚══════════════════╝
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"Ugh, get off me." You groaned, attempting to shove your boyfriend off of you, but failing miserably. Gunwook seemed deaf to your plea, and only tightened his grip on you, nuzzling his face in your neck.
"No, I'm tired and you're comfortable."
You let out a loud over dramatic sigh, glancing down at your boyfriend who easily covered your entire body. He was significantly taller than you.
"Do you have to lie right on top of me?" You asked quietly, sneaking a hand into his hair since you had such easy access.
"Yes." He mumbled into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Minutes passed by in silence as you continued to scroll through your phone, making peace with the situation. Gunwook seemed a little too quiet, though, and you looked back down at him. He was all curled up comfortably on top of you, legs tangled with yours, arms tightly holding onto your waist. He looked so peaceful.
"Are you asleep?" You whispered, poking his cheek. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip on you and shaking his head.
"Not yet." He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with you before winking smoothly, which made you scoff and look back to your phone.
He frowned, "Why are you ignoring me? You're probably just going to go watch edits even though your boyfriend is right here." He complained. His former tiredness seemed to have slipped away.
"I'm not."
"You are." He insisted, "You were watching them earlier. You even searched them up."
"I did not! They just show up on my feed." You knew that you would ultimately lose in this battle, but you were determined to defend yourself for as long as possible. The truth was you had been watching edits of Gunwook on purpose, but who was to blame you? He was the one who had dressed up as Superman after all.
"It showed up because you've searched for them before." He giggled against your neck. Your lips tugged upwards just slightly, endeared by his every mannerism. But you wouldn't give up this easily. Gunwook had you wrapped around his finger, but your pride was still at stake.
"I only watch them because you would sulk if I scrolled past them. They're not even that good." You rolled your eyes to further sell your disinterest in the topic.
"I saw your saved folder." He whispered, mouth right next to your ear, practically kissing it. Your eyes widened as your fingers slipped and your phone dropped. It landed on Gunwook's back, and he let out a small "ow". You had no time to apologise verbally, only rubbing your hand quickly over the spot your phone had hit.
"You did not see the folder!" You panicked, trying harder again to push him off of you. You cursed him in your mind for being so dedicated to building muscle at the gym with Matthew. He was too heavy for you to even budge.
"Just admit you like watching the edits, and I'll get off." His lips lifted in a mischievous smile.
You sighed, screwing your eyes shut as you mulled over your two options. Continue to deny and keep your pride, or admit to it and endure his teasing.
"Fine. I guess I do occasionally watch them." You confessed, rolling your eyes as he let out a satisfied giggle.
"There. Was that so hard?" He beamed at you, finally crawling off your body to lie down on the other side of the bed.
"You're impossible." You muttered, rolling to your side, facing away from him. You had about 30 seconds of peace before you heard the sheets rustling as Gunwook scooted over to you again, lying his head down on the pillow as close to you as possible.
"Go away." You urged, keeping your attention off of him for as long as possible— which was extremely hard, especially when you could still smell the shampoo on his hair from his shower earlier.
"Never." He vowed, an annoyingly cute giggle escaping his lips and breaking every ounce of your willpower to continue to ignore him. You turned around, not wasting a second before peppering kisses all over his face. His laughter was uncontrollable and extremely contagious, and soon, you ended up on top of him, collapsed from your attack of kisses. You hugged his waist and buried your head in his chest, mirroring the exact same position he had been in minutes before.
