Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Gotta Save Their Butts Again...

(Sorry for the late! I would say it won't happen again but it probably will.)

There was a slam, honk and a loud bang. I jumped in shock, kicked the bottom of the dashboard and ended up kneeing myself in the face.

"Calm down!"

I looked at Gun in slight panic. He shook his head and grabbed a napkin and held my nose.

"Wha..."

"You're going to get blood all over my car." He huffed and I grabbed his hand with both of mine. I took the napkin but he didn't let go. Jake use to do this for me...I winced and looked around.

"Where are we?"

"I had to buy some stuff. You have no more food at home."

"Then maybe you should sleep and eat at your house instead of mine, ever think of that?"

"Now why would I do that?"

I rolled my eyes and glanced out the window as he drove on.

I looked at him with tired, half closed eyes.

"What?" He asked. I pulled the coat over my head and went back to sleep.

-next day-

My eyes fluttered open and I frowned at my buzzing phone. I picked it up and saw like, a million text messages.

12:56 in the afternoon? How did I get to my bed?

One of the first things that I noticed was that I still had Gun's sweater.

I clicked on the group chat and my eyes widened.

Zoe: YN, DG JUST TALKED ABOUT YOU ON INSTAGRAM!

Mira: CONGRATS YN!

I read the rest of the excited texts then went on Instagram. I had about 4992 requested follows and 4398 requested DMs. What the fuck?

I checked DG's (who follows me, before I followed him, I don't think anyone noticed tho) new post and I frowned.

My new album BLEH couldn't have been so amazing without the help of  YN Kim. Everyone make sure you thank this talented girl! She use to be a trainee at PTJ but unfortunately dropped out. She was the best, even better than the A group, even though she was in C class . Just remember our doors are always open to you YN!

His post consisted of my PTJ photos, modeling pictures, some that were taken of us together (I don't remember this happening but I don't remember a lot of things) and videos of me practicing a few dances.

I'm going to kill him. I'm gonna kill him. I didn't think he'd mention me.

I hopped out of bed and brushed my hair and teeth before throwing on a hoodie and (booty) shorts. I hurried downstairs and saw Gun just relaxing on my couch.

"You're so much like your dog."

"What? How?"

"I carried you to bed yesterday and I tried to take my coat back. You clung on to it as of you were clinging on for dear life. I couldn't take it so I just left it."

I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I made some brunch for myself and ate on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating."

"Get off the floor."

I huffed and got up.

Something caught my eye and I blinked.

"Did you wash the dishes?"

"Someone had to, you don't."