Gally always acted like he hated you. When really, he was in love with you.
You were currently helping Frypan in the kitchen when Gally came in with some other builders. He looked at you and smirked. You just have him a scowl.
"I hate the douche too." Frypan said.
"What?" You questioned.
"It's pretty clear you hate him, and I said that I do too."
In reality, you didn't hate Gally. You like him. A lot.
——
It was finally time for the bonfire. Gally was busy wrestling boys while you were sitting with Minho, drinking Gally's special drink. You clearly had too much, because your vision started to blur.
"Y/N?" You faintly heard voice ask. You looked around and saw that Minho was gone, and Gally was in front of you.
"What?"
"Let's get you to bed." He said, picking you up bridal style.
"No! I'm not even tired. You shank, put me down!"
"Y/N, you need to go to bed."
"Fine!" You shouted in defeat.
Gally got to your room and laid you down on your bed. You started to cozy into the blankets and you closed your eyes. You heard Gally start to leave, but you stopped him.
"Gal?"
"Yeah?"
"Stay the night, please."
"Okay." He whispered.
He climbed into bed next you. He was going to put his arms around you, but he didn't. You wanted him to though.
"Gal?"
"Yes?"
"Just hold me, please."
Gally then wrapped his arms around you. You laid your head on his chest and he played with your hair.
"I know you don't really hate me." You slurred.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. In-fact, I think you love me."
Gally didn't know what to say. He knew you were drunk, but did you actually feel that way?
"I do." Gally admitted. "I've loved you for years."
"I've only been here two months you silly."
"Y/N, you've been here two years."
"What? Where have I been this whole time!"
"Apparently not here. Go to sleep, Y/N. You need some rest."
"Goodnight Gal. I love you."
"I love you too."
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You woke up and your head was pounding. You really regretted letting Minho talk you into drinking last night.
Two strong arms were wrapped around your waist. You look up to see Gally sleeping peacefully. You poked his cheek.
"Y/N?"
"Good morning. Thanks for taking care of me last night."
"Do you, umm, remember what you said last night?"
"You mean what you said? When you said you loved me?"
"You do remember?"
"I don't think I was that drunk, Gal." There was silence. "Did you mean it?" You questioned.
"Yes."
"I did too."
You pulled his lips to yours and he started kissing back.
"I love you eyebrows."
"Hey! You said you'd stop with the eyebrow jokes!"
"But you still love me."
"I still love you."
