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Moonshine Nights

Summary:

The calm nights were rare, Goo loved them and despised them. Sometimes they were nice, a quiet break from a busy week. But too many of them drove him crazy.

It seemed like tonight wasn’t one of those calm nights

All because Gun came home drunk.

OR: Gun comes home drunk and turns Goo into a glorified body pillow. It gets really sappy and I regret nothing.

Notes:

I'm craving fluff and this is the result. It's shorter than I would have liked, but it covers all the bases and I'm fairly happy with it. You can thank a friend of mine for the title name, I'm not good with names.

Comments and kudos are appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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The calm nights were rare, Goo loved them and despised them. Sometimes they were nice, a quiet break from a busy week. But too many of them drove him crazy.

It seemed like tonight wasn’t one of those calm nights

All because Gun came home drunk.

Gun didn’t get drunk very often except the times Goo would drag him out to drink when he decided he wasn’t going drinking alone.

Those nights were wild, usually ending in fights or both of them passing out on the couch and waking up with killer hangovers. Thankfully there was more than one bathroom in the house.

But it seemed like Gun decided to go drinking by himself, it would explain why he had come home so late and reeked of alcohol.

Goo had been cleaning up dinner in the kitchen when he heard the sound of the door creaking open and quietly closing and he knew his partner was home. Not very many people had a key after all.

Goo didn’t pay too much mind to the shuffling around as he was putting away dishes, it wasn’t his turn to empty the dishwasher but hey, he was feeling generous… and bored.

He heard the footsteps approaching him, it was slow and sounded a bit off, maybe he had gotten hurt? Goo hoped not.

”Hey Gun, you’re home late, not even a tex-“

Goo's voice cut off as strong arms wrapped around his middle and someone’s face pressed against the back of his neck.

Goo’s eyes went wide with confusion and he sniffed, the familiar smell of liquor coming off him gave away why Gun was so clingy.

“Ohhh, so that's where you went! You went drinking without me!” Goo huffed setting down the plastic container he had been drying but he couldn’t move much.

He had a vice grip wrapped around his stomach.

That didn’t stop him from trying to pry the arms off, nails digging into the tattooed forearms holding him, only to get squeezed and his partner letting out a grumble.

“Shut up and stop moving.” Gun practically growled against his neck. He inhaled the scent of cologne that Goo normally wore and sighed, relaxing a bit as he pulled Goo closer against him, their bodies flush together now.

“Hard day?” Goo asked him tilting his head back to rest it against Gun's shoulder and he felt Gun hum in return.

They stayed like that for a while, rocking slightly before Goo casually started to resume drying some of the dishes so he could put them away.

He personally loved it when Gun was needy for affection, usually, Goo was the touchy one in this relationship. So whenever Gun started acting touch starved, Goo was giddy with joy.

Gun was pretty easy to read when he was drunk, and he didn’t tend to like that Goo was ignoring him and grumbled incoherently.

“Stop doing dishes,” Gun mumbled, blinking open his pitch-black eyes at Goo.

Man, he must be wasted if he was glaring at Goo like that just for doing dishes.

Goo squirmed and managed to turn himself around.

Once Gun saw he wasn’t trying to escape he loosened his grip and let him turn before resting his head on Goo’s shoulder, holding him close.

Goo wrapped his arms around the other's neck and relaxed into him.

“So… hard day?” Goo repeated, finally getting an answer.

“Just a little,” Gun replied against his neck before falling silent.

Goo got goosebumps from Gun’s warm breath against his skin. He enjoyed the silence in the room and the other's body heat.

The man burned like a furnace usually. His body temperature was always hot no matter how cold it was outside.

Goo made use of this during the winter, invading Guns' personal space more than usual when they were outside together.

“Wanna talk about it?” Goo asked him, his tone soft. Gun was silent for a few seconds before he pulled back and kissed him. That was a no.

Goo hummed into the kiss, it was soft, nowhere near as aggressive as the two could be.

He returned it with equal gentleness and Gun sighed into his mouth.

Goo moved one of his hands to push through Gun’s slightly messy hair and tightened his grip slightly making the other man stiffen.

He smiled at that and released his hand. Gun mumbled something that had the word “tease” in it before Goo kissed him again.

This went on for some time, the kiss remained oddly domestic. Nothing turned heated or desperate, and the house remained quiet except for the heavy breaths coming from the kitchen.

It was so peaceful that Gun wrapping his arms under Goo’s legs and lifting him wasn’t what he expected.

He let out a very manly yelp and latched onto Gun’s neck, face flushing.

“What?! Hey! No!! Dishes, I was doing dishes!”

“Dishes later,” Gun grunted as he walked out of the kitchen with a squirming blonde in his arms.

No matter how much Goo pinched at Gun’s overly tough skin, pulled at his hair, or tried to bite the dumb bastard made him loosen his grip.

If anything it only tightened.

Gun kicked open the door to his bedroom and very softly body slammed him into the bed, his grip never letting up.

Goo struggled while Gun pushed him further up the bed, but it was half-hearted at this rate. Goo was making it easy.

After a few minutes, Goo rested his head on a pillow, holding Gun’s shoulders while the raven-haired back burrowed into his chest. The arms wrapped around his stomach pressed between Goo’s back and the bed.

Goo had submitted to his fate for the rest of the night and early next morning with a huff as he slowly started dragging his nails softly against Gun’s scalp.

The action resulted in a heavy sigh. All the tension drained from Gun’s body and he melted atop his partner.

Goo couldn’t help letting out an affectionate smile and dropped his head back against the pillow.

Usually, he couldn’t stand silence, he would do anything to avoid it but this… this wasn’t too bad.

He could hear and feel Gun breathing on top of him. Feel his warmth seeping into his body and felt his hold.

Goo smiled softly in the darkness and closed his eyes.

It made the silence bearable. He didn’t feel alone.

He didn’t even realize that he was nodding off when he felt someone slowly slide the glasses off his face and he blinked his eyes open again.

Gun was setting his glasses down on the bedside table and had moved his elbows under his chin as he had just been watching his partner as he dozed off.

Goo smiled at the image in front of him. Strands of Gun’s hair were falling into his face and he stared up at Goo with sleepy, dazed eyes, blinking slowly at him.

“Holy, has anybody ever told you how goddamn adorable you are?” Goo teased, his words as graceful as always and he held Gun’s face in his hands.

“Adorable?” The other man asked with an amused tone and Goo nodded.

“That right, and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

“I don’t think people would usually use that word to describe me…”

“Well, good thing I’m not other people then. I can call you cute as much as I want. You with your sleepy eyes and voice and looking at me with that look.”

“Now you sound like the drunk one...what else makes me ‘cute’?” Gun asked, not so subtly wanting Goo to go on with his flattery.

Goo beamed as Gun sank into his hands. He rubbed his thumbs across Gun’s cheeks.

Gun always hated it when he called him cute. But Goo thought he was. He hummed but he was grinning ear to ear.

“Well, it's not just cute. You're handsome. Such a sharp jawline and an almost flawless face. Beautiful black eyes that look endless in a dark room and hair that light reflects off of.” Goo said getting as sappy as he wanted while Gun was in his lovable drunk state.

He moved and massaged the place between Gun’s eyes and the bridge of his nose where that scar was. The scar Goo made all those years ago

Gun was leaning into where Goo was handling him, letting out the occasional pleased rumble that made his chest vibrate.

Gun’s face had started feeling warmer and Goo could just imagine the blush on his face. He could rarely ever get a sober Gun to blush.

He wished the lights were on and he could see it.

He couldn’t help himself. He curled into himself, pulling Gun up a few inches, and kissed him right between the eyes before flopping back.

He was moving Gun’s hair out of his face when the other man shifted, warm hands closing over the blonde’s wrists and Goo tilted his head with a small smile.

“I love you,” Gun said, staring at him with those white pupils that made most people shrink back in terror.

Goo's heart stuttered and his cheeks flushed. Don’t get him wrong they had already said the ‘I love you’s” a long time ago but it still affected him. Gun wasn’t one to be sappy with words like Goo was. Gun showed affection through actions.

Giving him forehead kisses, bringing home food, hugging him when he wanted a hug, or determining it had been too long since he had shown his boyfriend affection of some kind. That was Gun’s love language.

Goo smiled warmly and opened his mouth to respond but Gun beat him to it.

“I love how smooth your skin is, how the sun makes your hair shine in the morning, how your hair looks when you first get up,” Gun said, his voice painfully soft and Goo’s heart couldn’t take it.

He put his hands over his face, palms pushing into his eyes and he tried to rub that stupid giddy smile off his face as Gun continued, he could feel the raven shifting above him.

“I love your laugh and how bright your smile is when you look at me. I love it when you scratch my hair and hold my face. I love you Goo Kim.”

Goo might have died and gone to heaven at this point. He was by no means a weak man when it came to flattery but Gun knew just what to say.

He felt Gun’s hands wrap around his wrists again and pull his hands away and he allowed it.

Goo knew his face was probably scarlet, but the darkness of the room should hide it. Guns face was staring down at him and he wanted to look away.

He was torn between making a joke and saying his feelings.

“Is it my birthday or something? Where did you learn to flatter like that? I thought sappy words were my job!” Goo said, his cowardly side winning out.

He stopped when Gun stared down at him with that stupidly soft look on his face.

Gun pressed one of Goo’s hands onto his mouth and kissed the palm and his funny guy facade shattered.

“...I love you too.” He said meekly and he was dying inside. In the best way possible.

Gun cracked one of those smiles that made his legs weak and leaned forward to kiss him.

“You… are a piece of work Shiro Oni.” Goo huffed as Gun kissed the corner of his mouth. His movements were slow. Deliberate. Goo thought Gun was out to get him at this point.

“I should have been recording that.” He whined as Gun moved and pressed small kisses all over Goo’s face as the blonde babbled nervously.

Temple, eyelids, jaw, forehead, between his eyes, cheeks, nose, mouth. No place was left untouched.

“...this isn’t fair. I’m the flirty one in this relationship.” He whined against the onslaught of affection. He wasn’t used to this. He didn’t even get to mentally prepare. It wasn’t his fault he was beet red!

Gun hummed against his skin and settled down back on his chest, tucking his face into Goo’s neck.

Goo grumbled some more but wrapped one arm around his back and the other resting on Gun’s head, scratching at it as he finally started to get the color of his face back under his control.

“You're not even going to remember this in the morning.” *He said softly, his tone pouty.

“But you will,” Gun said sounding amused, Goo gave a soft tug of hair as a response and it gave him a chuckle.

Goo stared up at the ceiling as he stroked Gun's hair.

It didn’t take long for Gun’s breathing to slow down as he fell asleep and Goo gave him one last kiss on his head.

“I love you too Gun Park.”

Notes:

Welcome to the end! I hope you liked it and have a great rest of your day! If you have any recommendations about what I should drabble about next, I'd like to hear them!