Jungkook could be a mere fan and would still be highly respected by the whole fansite community because he possesses something no other man has possessed: The Jimin Bible, The Jimin Know-How…The No. 1 Jimin Enthusiast
Random thought but I feel like Gladio would totally insist on carrying his s/o around if they sustained like a leg injury or something and had trouble walking :))
There’s not even an injury any more, just a thin strip of red scarring on your calf where there had been a gaping wound fifteen minutes earlier, torn skin and muscle knit back together under Ignis’ watchful eye and Noct’s careful magic. But spells cannot mend a body’s memory of being battered and bruised and so the area is still tender, every step making you wince as you bear weight when you probably shouldn’t.
You insist that you’re fine, it’s just a mild discomfort even though you’re limping a little. It’s not something worth stopping for when a good night’s rest at Lestallum will fix it right up, and it’s really not fair to leave Iris waiting any longer than necessary. Gladio, too, because he’s been anxious as hell to meet up with his little sister and see with his own two eyes that she’s safe and well. Talking on a phone can only assuage so much worry, you know this, and so you bat aside concerns with a smile and keep on moving.
That is until Gladio picks you up bridal style.
“What are you - Gladio put me down this instant!”
“Not a chance, babe.”
You put up an admirable protest in your opinion, even going so far as to point out that if anyone should be given such treatment it’s Prince Charmless, but he’s having none of it. Oh no, instead he hefts you up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and when that just makes you sputter more, plants his hand high up on your thigh. Any higher and he’ll be copping a feel of your ass.
And, okay, you only quiet down at that because you just know Gladio’s the kind of guy to give a smack or two just to see if you’ll squeak and squirm. He knows you know, too, if the chuckle is anything to go by. Bastard.
“Enjoying the view from up there?” Prompto asks, all cheeky smiles and flashing camera. You glower at him, and slowly flip him the universal sign of fuck you.
“Shut it, chocobutt.”
But since you’re up here with likely no chance of getting back down, you might as well enjoy the rather nice view provided with every stride Gladio’s long long legs take.
In fact… why just enjoy the view? You stretch your arms from where you’d stubbornly dug the elbows into Gladio’s ribs, lean down as far as you can (trusting him to not drop you on your head), flex out your fingers and quite literally grab onto his buttocks none too gently.
Gladiolus Amicitia will swear, until the day he dies, that he never squawked.