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𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍.2)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Here's part two! I feel like this part is slightly boring but I needed to write it to continue lol. I've also just been off the past few days and I'm trying to get back into the right mood so I'm sorry if this sucks. I'll try to have part 3 out ASAP!

synopsis: Y/n struggles escape her guilty conscience of the secret her and Jiyong carry. Meanwhile, Seunghyun is oblivious and head over heels for Y/n.

warnings: Language, angst, mention of sex, some fluff at the end

wc: 2.2k+

The shrill blare of your alarm yanked you from the depths of sleep, your body aching, your mind groggy with exhaustion. Your hand instinctively shot out, fumbling blindly until you slammed the snooze button, plunging the room back into an uneasy silence. A tired groan slipped from your lips as you shifted under the sheets, ready to drift back into oblivion—until you felt it.

A warmth beside you.

Your stomach twisted violently as you rolled over, your pulse spiking when your eyes landed on the figure sprawled out next to you. Jiyong.

His bare torso was partially covered by the sheets, the same sheets that reeked of sweat, sex, and the mistakes of last night. His face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. Without the cocky smirk, without the biting words, he almost looked…peaceful. Almost.

But the moment you registered the ache between your legs, the bruises forming on your hips, the ghost of his hands still lingering on your skin, shame crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Last night came rushing back in a flood of memories—Seunghyun’s gentle smile, the way he looked at you with admiration and patience. The way you had laughed, talked, felt like a real person again, not just some dirty little secret. And then Jiyong. His scent. His touch. His words whispered against your lips as he dragged you back into the cycle of ruin.

You squeezed your eyes shut. God, you hated yourself.

With a sharp inhale, you grabbed your phone, your fingers moving on autopilot as you typed out a text to your boss.

Can’t come in today. Migraine.

It was a weak excuse, but you prayed he wouldn’t question it. You never took a day off. Maybe he’d let this one slide.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Fine, but I need the final drafts by midnight tomorrow.

Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. You set the phone down and turned to face the bigger issue at hand.

“Jiyong, get up,” you snapped, your voice ice-cold as you slammed your foot into his calf.

He groaned in protest, rolling onto his side with a sleepy scowl. “What the fuck, Y/n?”

“Get out.” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the morning stillness like a blade.

Jiyong blinked at you, disoriented but quickly catching on. His smirk returned, lazy and infuriating. “Is that really how you treat the guy who made you cum three times last night?” His voice was drenched in amusement, in satisfaction. In ownership.

Your stomach churned, your skin burning with humiliation. You turned away, grabbing your clothes off the floor, yanking them on in a frenzy. Jiyong propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with that infuriating smirk still lingering on his lips.

“You look tense.” he teased, stretching his arms above his head, his toned stomach flexing. “You wanna fuck it out?”

You clenched your jaw. “I’m not coming in today. And this—this is over. So get up and get out of my house.”

Jiyong tilted his head, his long, fading orange hair falling into his eyes. The same hair you were responsible for touching up, though the thought of being that close to him again made bile rise in your throat.

“Why aren’t you coming in?” His tone was nonchalant, but there was something else lurking beneath it.

“I need a fucking day off—from you. From everything.” Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it. “I had a nice time with Seunghyun last night. And then you just—you just showed up and ruined it.”

He scoffed. “Ruined it? You were begging me to fuck you, Y/n.”

You flinched. He always knew exactly where to strike.

“That was the last fucking time, Jiyong. I’m serious.”

He was quiet for a beat. Then, his gaze flickered to the bedside table, to the black dahlia wilting from neglect. His smirk curled slightly.

“I helped him pick that out, you know.” He gestured lazily toward the flower. “Told him you liked dahlias. He doesn’t know shit about you, Y/n. Not like I do.”

Your breath hitched. “Still don’t know why you did that,” you murmured, your voice laced with suspicion. “Maybe just stay out of our business.”

His eyes darkened. “He’s my best friend. He comes to me for advice.” A cruel chuckle escaped his lips. “I mean, next time I could just tell him how to fuck you right—since I know all about that.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Don’t you dare tell him,” you seethed.

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Why shouldn’t I?”

Your chest heaved. “Why do you even care, Jiyong?! You hate me. I hate you. This was all just meaningless fucking sex!”

The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Jiyong’s jaw tightened. His nostrils flared, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. For the first time, he had nothing to say.

“I like Seunghyun. I really do,” you continued, your voice shaking. “And I’d like to see him again. But I can’t do that if you’re still lurking around, so just—just fuck off! Find someone else to fuck!”

Something flashed in his eyes, something raw, something dangerous—but then it was gone.

“Fine,” he spat, his smirk returning, but this time it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve got plenty of girls. I don’t need you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Never needed you.” You mumbled, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. 

Jiyong let out a bitter laugh, but it was hollow. Without another word, he grabbed his clothes, yanked them on, and stormed toward the door. The slam of it rattled the walls.

The moment he was gone, your legs gave out. You sank to the floor, your hands clutching at your hair, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The weight of it all came crashing down, pressing against your chest like a thousand bricks.

It was over.

And yet—you knew it wasn’t. Not completely.

You crawled toward the bathroom, your limbs feeling like lead. The moment you stepped into the shower, you let the scorching water cascade over your skin, washing away the remnants of last night. You sat against the tile, knees pulled to your chest, silent sobs wracking your body.

You had never felt so disgusted with yourself.

Two hours passed before you finally emerged, your body scrubbed raw, but the filth of Jiyong still clung to you like a second skin. You numbly went through your routine, pulling on sweats and a tank top, throwing your sheets into the wash.

Your phone sat untouched on the counter. You braced yourself before picking it up, expecting an onslaught of messages—Jiyong’s wrath, Seunghyun’s confusion, your boss demanding answers.

Instead, there was just one.

Seunghyun: Hey, I heard you weren’t feeling good. Hopefully it’s not from the restaurant. I hope you feel better soon! It’s boring without you here.

Your chest ached. He didn’t know. Not yet.

No, it’s not from the restaurant. Just a headache. I had a great time last night!

You lied.

Not about having a great time with Seunghyun—you had. Those few hours with him had felt like stepping into a life you wanted so desperately to claim as your own. A life that was simple, warm, untouched by the filth of your past mistakes. But the reason you weren’t at work? That was a lie.

You weren’t sick.

You were avoiding the inevitable.

Jiyong knew how to be cruel when he wanted to be. And if he decided to open his mouth, your world would come crumbling down. Your stomach twisted at the thought of it. Everyone would know. Your boss, your coworkers, Seunghyun.

Seunghyun.

You didn’t even want to think about how he would react. The betrayal in his eyes, the disappointment. Would he hate you? Would he turn his back on you? On his best friend?

You pushed the thought away, forcing yourself into work. You needed a distraction, something to pull you away from the anxiety chewing at your insides. Music blared from the speakers, filling the silence as you lost yourself in sketching, your pencil moving in sharp, deliberate strokes.

You had finished Daesung’s outfit first, moving onto Taeyang’s and Seungri’s with ease. Designing for them was simple, almost soothing. You knew their style, their personalities, the energy they brought to the stage. It was second nature to you.

But then came the last two pages of your sketchbook.

Seunghyun and Jiyong.

Your fingers lingered on Seunghyun’s page, your pencil tracing meaningless details—adding unnecessary stitching to his jacket, shading in areas that didn’t need shading, elongating the shape of the silhouette. You knew you were procrastinating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to flip the page just yet.

You liked being on this page. Here, there was no shame, no regret, no mistakes. Just clean lines and the promise of something new.

But eventually, you had to move forward.

The moment you flipped to Jiyong’s page, your stomach clenched.

You stared at the half finished sketch you’d started, your fingers tightening around your pencil. Designing for him was always easy. You knew his style better than anyone, could predict his fashion choices before he even made them. But now, looking at this page, it felt impossible.

How could you design something for a man you wanted so desperately to erase from your memory?

You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to sketch. You kept it simple, precise—dark, sleek lines, something effortlessly cool and arrogant, just like him. Just like the man his fans adored. Not the man who whispered filthy things into your ear, not the man who knew exactly how to ruin you, over and over again.

But even as you sketched, his voice echoed in your head.

"He doesn’t know shit about you, Y/n. Not like I do."

Your grip on the pencil tightened. God, you hated him.

And yet, the memory of last night still clung to your skin. The bruises on your hips, the soreness between your legs. You hated how good he made you feel, how easy it was to fall into bed with him, how no matter how hard you tried to move on, he always found a way to pull you back in.

You shook your head, biting down on your lip hard enough to taste copper.

You just had to finish this.

Just as you were adding the final touches, the doorbell rang.

You jolted upright, blinking down at your sketchbook as if just realizing where you were. Pushing it aside, you stood, rubbing the stiffness from your neck before making your way to the door.

You weren’t expecting company.

When you swung the door open, the sight before you made your breath hitch.

Seunghyun.

He stood there, a bag of takeout in one hand and yet another flower in the other. This time, a purple tulip, its petals delicate between his fingers.

“Seunghyun!” you breathed, your voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I felt bad you weren’t feeling well today, so I thought maybe some ramen would help?” He lifted the bag slightly before extending the flower. “And, uh… I picked this from someone’s garden on the way here.”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it.

"You stole a flower for me?"

He chuckled, his ears turning pink. "Borrowed. I’ll return it if they notice."

Your fingers curled around the stem, bringing the tulip to your nose as you giggled, the gesture so undeniably him. "This is really sweet, Seunghyun."

“If you’d like some company, I’m free.” He paused, suddenly unsure. “But if you’re not up for it, I totally understand.”

You didn’t hesitate. “No, I am!”

His face brightened at your enthusiasm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Come in.” You needed the distraction.

Seunghyun followed you inside, his presence filling your small apartment with warmth. As he placed the food on the counter, you searched for a vase, already feeling guilty about the black dahlia wilting in your bedroom.

Then, he spoke again.

“Oh, and this was outside your door.”

You turned just as he pulled a white envelope from his pocket, holding it out to you.

“I promise I didn’t look at it,” he added quickly. “I just picked it up so you wouldn’t miss it. Could be something important.”

Your fingers hesitated before taking it from him. It was blank. No address, no name.

Your stomach twisted.

“Uh, Seunghyun… do me a favor?” You tried to keep your voice steady. “Take all this to the living room? Pick us a movie to watch.”

“Sure!” He grinned, easily distracted. “What kind of movie do you want to watch?”

“Something scary!” you called back, waiting until he was out of sight before your fingers pried open the envelope.

Inside, there was something small, cold.

A key.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Not just any key. Your key.

Your heart pounded as you pulled out the folded note tucked inside.

You didn’t need to open it to know who it was from. The handwriting was unmistakable, messy and familiar, like it had been scribbled in a rush.

With trembling fingers, you unfolded it, your eyes scanning the words.

I won’t tell him.

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Hii :D How do you think the people will react if our beloved popstar!reader appeared in the too much MV? Like how Karina appeared!

Any thoughts queen?? Living from your popstar x ji yong crumbs fr

tbh i don’t think she would’ve appeared in the MV! if she had WANTED to, sure, but based on the timeline of things when the mv was filmed reader would not have been ready to announce their relationship YET. people didn’t even know they knew each other at that point.

however i forget where this is from because i have the memory of a goldfish BUT this is what i think would’ve happened:

but i think that THISSSS or something like this would have a last minute added note about her. maybe indirectly, maybe directly IDK MAN i think it depends on what reader was comfortable with. cause we know jiyong is DOWN BAD for popstar!reader and has been since day one (if i ever write the beginning of their relationship it’s so cute in my head), so i feel like if reader is okay with him going all out, he will. if reader prefers it to be more vague and such, he will,

special thanks to my muse is PROBABLY what it says, tbh

somewhere on the album, whether it’s in a video, or in a printed little page on the CD’s, he has this little note for her that could be very vague and easy to miss unless you’re looking for it.

gtop fans definitely joke he’s talking about seung-hyun

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Green Eyed Monster

G-Dragon x Reader x platonic! Jackson Wang

Summary: You and Jackson Wang get close through work and your ex isn't too keen on the fact that it looks like you've moved on.

Warnings: Some angst, fluff at the end.

A/N: Thank you to anon who requested, I got to try my hand at writing for Jackson Wang and I'm going to OPEN requests for him if you guys want something. Leave a like and/or a reblog if you enjoy! Much love <3

Requests are OPEN

You’re sitting in the makeup chair when you feel a pair of hands delicately touch your shoulders. You look up from your phone in the mirror and you see his big dark eyes and light brown hair in the mirror.

“Well, it took ya long enough, J,” you say with a teasing smile as you get up and hug him. You and Jackson Wang had been working together for the last 4 months on a song for your album and today you were shooting the video.

“Always a pleasure,” he says genuinely and returns your hug. Were you and Jackson together? No. Were there rumors about such things? Absolutely. The song being about love didn’t help matters. You guys had known each other briefly through mutual friends but when you had the idea for the song, you knew his vocals would take it to the next level.

“Jackson, Y/N!” the director shouts and you two spring into action with the video. The video itself was pretty intimate; the two of you on a bed tangled together in the sheets, touching, be all close and having no sense of personal space whatsoever. But, Jackson is a professional.

“So if I put my hand here,” he’s talking to the director and looks at you and you give him a nod before he touches your hip.

“And then I can slide it up like this,” he does the motion and pulls you closer to him.

“Yeah, that’ll work perfectly,” your director says and you roll with it.

“Let’s move on to the kiss,” the director announces after that scene. You blush as the time comes for the practical make out session that’s needed for the scene. Jackson was obviously cute, and him so being so respectful and kind? That only made it worse.

You can’t help the nervous laugh as you two are placed together and he starts smiling at you.

“You ok?” he asks genuinely, “We can figure something else out if we need to, find another way to,” you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“I’m fine, seriously. Just don’t eat my face,” you wink at him with a chuckle. He gives you a gorgeous smile while shaking his head.

“Might be hard, you’re lookin extra good in that outfit,” he subtly looks you up and down. You two had a flirty relationship, but both of you knew it wouldn’t really go anywhere. The scene commences and you lock lips passionately and for a brief moment you forget its for a music video, that is until you hear the director call cut and you both slowly separate, a slight blush on both of your cheeks.

“That was great, guys. We’ll pick it up tomorrow!”

The video is done after a few days and the album dropped four months later. Your adventures continue with a world tour together, but tonight you were performing at the infamous MAMA awards. Since you two were doing a love song it was known that you would have to kiss for the sake of the performance.

“Look, people love us together,” you smile as you show him a picture you posted with a bunch of likes. He smiles as he clicks on the comments.

“This isn’t helping the dating rumors ya know,” he winks at you playfully and you roll your eyes.

“Us kissing every night doesn’t either, not to mention neither one of us have confirmed or denied anything. Besides, who we go out with really isn’t their business.”

“Ever since you made headlines with G-Dragon though, they think it is,” he corrects you.  You raise your eyebrows with a sigh that confirms he isn’t wrong.

You and Jiyong had been together 4 years, until the beginning of this year. Schedules got in the way, and Ji had admitted to kissing another woman at a party when he was drunk. It was a one-time thing and for a while you were able to move past it, but eventually, everything came crashing down.

“How could you still not trust me?” he shouted. You were in tears, your nerves were shot and honestly you didn’t want to have the argument.

“You were all over her, Ji. Tell me I’m lying! You kissed another woman before, it’s not like you couldn’t do that and more,” your voice was bitter and weak from tears.

“Oh my god, are you ever going to let it go?” he looked annoyed, he looked weak and desperate to escape the mistake that played through your mind more than you cared to admit. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself practically. But who was he to tell you how long it took to heal? Who was he to say that he atoned for what he did just because of a few ways he tried to make it up to you. Girls were constantly all over him so it wasn’t like he was in short supply. It had caused you to feel insecure, regardless of whether or not he was drunk.

The two of you stayed silent, deafeningly silent, until Ji finally sighs and rubs his temple with his fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbles, “I can’t keep paying for this when I think I’ve proven I’m not that person,” his eyes are cold, depleted of life. It broke him to do this, but he didn’t see any other way.

“We’re done,” he said before walking out of your house with nothing more than a kiss to the forehead.

“Earth to Y/N,” Jackson calls out and you shake your head pulling yourself out of the intense flashback.

“Huh, oh, sorry,” you sheepishly rub the back of your neck.

“Let’s practice one more time,” he takes your hand helping you stand up.

“Ji, have you seen this?” Taeyang was over at his house and pulled up the love song you and Jackson put out.

“Hmm?” he glances away from his phone and furrows his brows at the video. He see’s the two of you kiss on screen and he feels, that pang of jealousy. He’s seen the video before, he seen it the day it came out, actually. But he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want to think of it.

He hadn’t seen you since that night, not in person anyway. On TV shows and award ceremonies, he would watch, quietly support you and your career, even liking the first picture or two you posted of you and Jackson.

“They are performing tonight at the MAMA awards, so you’ll probably get to see her,” Taeyang calls out as he heads to the kitchen.

“She’s going to be there?” His voice is rushed, excited almost.

“Yup, we better go too, we’ll be late.”

You and Jackson are at the venue preparing for the show, hitting the choreography perfectly multiple times.

“OK, we gotta get dressed,” you say as you two come out of each other’s embrace

“We got this in the bag,” you both high five and he brings you in for a hug.

“You should really layer a little more deodorant,” you say with a giggle. He sniffs his shirt and makes a twisted face.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughs as he jogs off stage. As you walk off to go to the dressing room you stop as your breath hitches in your throat.

Ji-yong laughs as he feels someone stop and stare, he looks away from his manager and he spots you. His smile fades as he takes in your shocked face.

It’s still as beautiful as the first day he met you. He gives you a small wave and smile and you can’t move. His gaze is friendly and lingers for a moment. He starts to walk towards you, until he see’s Jackson come up behind you with his hand resting on your back. You look up at him directly and he can see the smile on your face when you look at him.

He feels the aching jealousy well up inside him but he pushes it down. You nod your head at something he says, and Jackson flits his gaze to Ji before giving a pursed lip smile and dragging you off with him in another direction.

“What could she possibly see in him?” Ji yong asks out loud not really expecting an answer.

“Hyung, did you really think she wouldn’t,” Ji-yong shoots Taeyang a glare, “Move on?” he finishes carefully.

“It’s been 8 months,” he tries to be gentle with Ji’s feelings, but the sting is too much. Jackson Wang was in a place he was supposed to be in. One he’d still be in most likely if he hadn’t of screwed up.

“Still fucking stings,” he grumbles. Taeyang sighs and gives his friend a hug.

“You both,” he pulls back and looks his friend in the face, “Need to move on. It’s time.” He tries to encourage him, tries to show him it’s healthy to move on, but the way Ji-yong loved you, despite his mistake, he was sure he’d never love anyone the same way.

“It’s not that easy, hyung.” He sighs as he sits down for the stylist to do his hair.

“She was everything, my muse, my rock, my reason for breathing. There were days I only got out of bed because I knew I would see her and that it would help make my day better,” he remembers fond memories as he talks to Taeyang about you. One of you and him riding the ferries wheel and getting stuck on top, that’s where your fist kiss was. When you accidently spilled ice cream on your top and he gave you jacket to cover it. When you’d both grow bored at parties after a little while and want to leave to just spend quiet time at home. He missed the way your touch made him feel like everything would work out, the way you made him feel like he was enough for exactly who he was. He sighs as he finishes getting ready for the show.

“Ok, are you ready for this?” Jackson asks you with anticipation.

“Absolutely, just don’t kiss me with tongue tonight,” you swat his arm and he laughs.

“No promises,” he winks and kisses your temple. You both get into position and the song starts as the lights go up. You follow the normal dance routine, spinning and swaying your hips to the beat, and kissing at the end of the song.

As the song is performed Ji can’t help but watch from the side of the stage, the way your body moves so gracefully and how it fits to Jackson’s so well when he had to wrap his arms around you, but it wasn’t the perfect way it fit Ji-yong’s. No, your body wouldn’t fit to anyone else’s the way it did his. He noticed the happy smile on your face, only noticing it falter when your eyes locked as you look his way.

The song ends and the lights go back down. You and him rush off stage and as soon as you are out of view you jump into his arms, adrenaline running high. He catches you with a huge smile on his face and he kisses your cheek sweetly. Ji-yong watches just off to the side and he rolls his eyes. He walks past you and you catch him out of the corner of your eye, his face deadpan.

You stay to the side of the stage to watch him perform. As he looks off to the side, he catches you watching, swaying your body to the music and nodding your head. He gives a half smile your way and you return one. His performance ends and he runs off stage he takes his mic off and before he can run to you, Jackson once again is in the place he wants to be, by your side.

“So, I was thinking, we could go down to the club and celebrate,” Jackson’s excited nature was infectious.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you glance at Ji-yong who’s giving you a glare again and you furrow your brows at him.

“We’ll leave in a few, get changed!” He runs off to get his stuff together and you go to walk off, but before you can you feel a hand around your wrist pulling you back. You look back and see it’s Ji-yong who has an unreadable expression on his face. You look at each other for a moment.

“I really need to talk to you,” he pleads.

“I,” you look in the direction Jackson went and back at Ji who looks slightly hopeful you’ll stay.

“I can’t,” you say tearing your arm away. He lets you go and for a moment lets you walk away before following you.

“Y/n,” he catches the door to your room. You look over at him, he still takes your breath away, the way his hair clings to his forehead from the sweat, the way he looks at you with his dark eyes, the way his clothes somewhat soaked with sweat cling to his body.

“What, Ji? I have somewhere to be, Jackson isn’t going to wait on me forever,” he scoffs and looks off to the side, mumbling something to himself.

“You want to share with the rest of the class,” you sass him.

“Not really,” he sasses back. You roll your eyes.

“I’m changing so at least shut the door. He walks in and shuts it.

“I meant with you on the other side of it,” you shoot him a glare of annoyance.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, held or tasted before,” he smirks and you roll your eyes with a sharp exhale.

“Whatever,” you pull your top off your head and his eyes go directly to your body, not in a sensual, sexual way, but in a way that he’s curious. He notices you’ve put on a just little weight in the last 8 months and you instinctively wrap your arms around your torso.

“Can you not, stare,” you pause looking away from him, “at me,” you hear his footsteps come closer and he lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reaches for your arms to pull them away and he’s inches from your face.

“Ji-yong,” you put a hand on his chest pushing him back slightly. His eyes flash with hurt before he recovers.

“Be honest with me,” he says standing back further as you find a different shirt. While you’re slipping it over your head you hear him ask, “Does he touch you better than I did?”

“What? Who?!” You all but shriek.

“Your little fling,” he motions his hand as you pull the shirt over your head you take off your pants next and put on some comfortable leggings.

“What ‘fling’,” you ask bewildered by his audacity. He rolls his eyes, saying his name makes him feel ill.

“Your little affair with Jackson Wang, y/n, I know about it, and so does the rest of the world, besides with the way you were sucking face out there, you don’t try to hide it.” You can see his jealousy and you quirk a brow at him. You decide to have a little fun at his expense. After all if he’s going to be nosy and a jerk at the same time, why not have a little fun.

“What Jackson and I are, or aren’t,” you pause and stare at him directly into his eyes, “doing is none of your concern. You left me, Ji, who I’m with now is none of your business.” You strap on a pair of sandals and walk out the door leaving him standing there.

“Jackson,” you call out and race to him. You can feel Ji-yong watching you so you slip your hand in Jackson’s as you walk off.

At the club the music is loud and the drinks are good, but you start to let your mind wonder back to your ex-boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about,” Jackson yells over the music as he see’s you staring into space.

“Ji-yong,” you huff.

“He nods his head understandably. He heard about all of it, multiple times, and he knew you still loved him.

“You wanna dance?” His offer is intriguing and you decide it’s better than sitting there thinking of the guy who broke up with you. As you and Jackson dance you happen to look over your shoulder and see that face that makes your knees weak.

“Holy shit,” you yell and Jackson notices your body tense as he looks at you concerned.

“What?” you point to Ji-yong as the answer to his question.

“Go talk to him.” He tries to push you forward.

“No, he was a dick.” You pout. He nods and walks over to Ji-yong for you. You watch as he gets closer, and even buys your ex a drink.

“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but me and your girl,” you see him gesture to you, “We ain’t together.” He throws back a shot and so does Ji.

“She isn’t ‘my girl’,” he corrects solemnly.

“Could’ve fooled me. She talks about you constantly,” he chuckles and Ji-yong quirks his brow. Jackson knew you’d either thank him or kill him for this, but he wasn’t worried about that right now.

“She does?” he looks over to you, seeing you dance alone.

“Oh yeah, how bad she misses you, wishes things would’ve been different.” He nods his head and looks down at the bar.

“So what’s with the rumors and the kiss and,” Jackson nods interrupting him.

“We did the song together and just became close friends. As far as the kiss, management thought it’d be good for the song if we kissed like in the video. We’re completely platonic though.” He downs another shot, Ji-yong decides not to, he wants his head clear when talks to you.

“Go get her, man,” he encourages and Ji-yong nods his head as he makes his way to you. He slides in behind you while you dance and the intimate smell of cologne and cigarettes wafts to your nostrils. You feel his hand on your hips as he moves with you.

“Can we talk,” he asks in your ear and you just keep dancing, ignoring his words but not his touch, you bring his hands around your torso so he encapsulates you.

“Jagiya,” his voice is soft, sultry even, and once the music ends you sigh and turn to face him.

“Can I please talk to you,” you see Jackson at the bar smirking at you. You give him a half smile as you find an area in the club away from all the people.

“What is it,” you don’t know how else to ask.

“I miss you,” he’s straight to the point and you didn’t expect that.

“Ji,” you sigh.

“Look, I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I seen you with him tonight and I hated it. He had you the way I should, the way I did.” He steps closer to you; you back up hitting the wall. He closes the space, your mouths just inches apart. He’s intoxicating, the way he looks at you, smells, and just the feeling of his body near yours is electric.

“He kissed you the way I did, the way I still want to,” he mumbles as he caresses your cheek.

“Not really,” you utter barely above a whisper.

“Hmm,” he asks like he doesn’t understand.

“He didn’t,” you look into his dark, beautiful eyes, “kiss me the way you did. It wasn’t the same passion or love. It wasn’t the same feeling I got with you.” You feel your cheeks blush as you confess to him.

“His touch,” you runs your hands over his arms that are locked onto your hips now,“Isn’t the same. Its not as electrifying.” You look at him through your lashes.

He looks relieved.

“So, you really aren’t with him?” you shake your head no.

You bring your forehead to his and whisper to him, “I’m not with anyone, I’m yours Ji-yong, I always have been,” and before any other words can be said his lips are on yours, smoothly moving in sync and he pulls your impossibly closer as you fist his shirt.

“Aegiya,” he practically whimpers when you separate.

“I need you to come home.” You smile at his confession.

“Promise me something,” you say cautiously.

“Anything,” his desperate eyes search yours.

“You’ll give us time to rebuild trust and be patient with me,” you’re asking more than telling.

“As long as you want to trust me again, I’ll prove you can.” He smiles.

“Then lets get out of here,” you grin as he takes your hand and leads you out of the club.

If you enjoyed consider buying me a coffee

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The Cookie Debacle

kwon jiyong x american popstar!reader text au

i felt like posting something random because i’ll be MIA this weekend<3 so i threw this together in like 5 seconds

no warnings just felt like being a menace to society

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I wanted to request an ex's to lovers type of thing with Kwon Ji-yong. If you're comfortable writing that. It can be a fic or a smau, whatever works best for you.💕

YESSS I GOT U

exes to lovers

pairing: gdragon x reader

genre: smau, exes to lovers

warnings: mentions of depression

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feeling super unoriginal but i wanna req a t.o.p text fic :))))))

where maybe they aren’t together yet and she’s a gen z! reader who keeps poking fun at him for being older and he thinks she hates him so he’s like 😕☹️ but that’s just our gen z way of flirting lmao so when she tells him this he’s like 😦😮‍💨😍 and then they date :)))))

hehe ty and love u

-🦇🦇🦇🦇

SOWWY THIS TOOK SO LONG ILYYYYY

old...er

pairing: choi seunghyun x reader

genre: smau, fluff

warnings: none, I don't think

a/n: i need that cookie bad

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Omg, if you're making a tag list for big bang and got7 I wanna be added too pleaseee <3

AHHH OFC <3

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Giiiirl Take Me and IBELONGIIU fits so well with your popstar universe, I love it 🥹🩷

I KNOWWWWW i was like “omg i manifested it” BECAUSE ITS SOOOOO FITTING<3

i love my lil celeb couple so much

congrats to whoever those songs are about fr cause like…i’d marry the man instantly

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Heeyyy, wanted to ask if you can add me to your tag list (@tulentiy this acc) for BigBang and if you ever gonna write for GOT7, for them too 💖💖💖 Absolutely in love with your writing 🙏🏻

omg yes of courseeee!! people have mentioned being in my tag list but i haven’t actually…done it because i barely know how to do shit on this app. SOOO this is my sign to start making a taglist<3

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idk what fic to write sooo help me choose THANKS

everything is inspired by a song because…i love music & im always day dreaming frfr<3

NONE of these have even started yet like these are literally ideas i am making up as im typing this sooo like…they might all happen eventually. there’s a lil poll at the bottom but idk we can yap about it too (im always down to yap)

kwon jiyong x reader

summary: you and jiyong break up and you are simply reminiscing over it as you sit in the bed you two once shared (all pain and angst)

bambam x reader

summary: you are back working on chuang asia season 2. when you meet the new producers, you can’t help but be attracted to a certain familiar face (fluffy crack nonsense)

kwon jiyong x american popstar!reader

summary: back when you and jiyong were first dating and keeping everything a secret, even from your best friends<3 spoiler: it doesn’t work. (more fluffy crack)

jackson wang x celeb!reader

summary: you and jackson are each others biggest what if’s, your timelines always narrowly missing each other. you go through a breakup with your boyfriend, and you run into …well…guess (maybe a bit of angst & fluff??)

kwon jiyong x celeb!reader

summary: you run into your ex boyfriend. he’s trying to be friends again, but you’re not the same as you were back when you two got together (idk just bitter exes and humbling men)

choi seunghyun x reader

summary: you can feel it, your relationship slipping away. neither of you would say anything, until one day you finally let him go (all angst no comfort)

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listening to this song and first of all, congrats to whoever that’s about because i’d be proposing

second of all, it’s giving popstar!reader & jiyong and so…expect something about them soon cause I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE THIS ALBUM

Like We Were In Paris

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part two

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, keeping it under the radar the entire time. you’re both invited to the gala de pièces juanes 2025, and it’s the first time you get to see him perform live

warnings: not proofread at all, celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is like…mid twenties?), whole lot of fluff, basically ji-yong being a simp, taeyang & rosé being captains of the ship, use of y/n, i don’t use tumblr so bare with me while i figure this out. i tried to keep descriptions of the readers outfit vague so you could imagine it to your liking!

word count: 4.1K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i was convinced into writing a g-dragon fic (by like 3 people). i’m kinda obsessed with this. i had so many ideas while writing it & so im kind of tempted to write more of these two, but i don’t know!! this is my first like… irl person x reader (ive only written one other fic on here lmao) & i am new to g-dragon, bigbang, all that so i kept it pretty current. to me these two are very dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift coded (or just reputation coded), i cant explain why it just makes sense. the divider right below is from enchanthings here on tumblr, and the other one later on….idk its for my wattpad LMAO. anyways i hope you enjoy, and im sorry in advance if you hate it. toodles!

You still remember the first time you met Ji-yong.

You were in need of some inspiration. Working on your fourth album, the intense gaze of your record label, your management, your fans, and your musically gifted peers was crushing you. It seemed to do more harm than good. For weeks, you stared at notebooks and computers and instruments. Your manager tried to get you with various song writers. Nothing worked. So, after some persuasion from your best friend (who knew you better than anyone, having been your best friend since you were kids), you decided to do a vacation. Just you and some required security (per compromise with your team). You decided to go to Seoul, having loved it in the few times you’ve passed through on a tour. The fans there were great; always warm and welcoming and always one of your loudest shows. The culture was breathtaking. It felt like the perfect opportunity.

Your team had found a studio for you to work in. You were only there for a few weeks, but they wanted some hope that you’d come back to America with something. It was week two when you met him. You were walking towards your studio, he was walking out of his. The two of you made eye contact, and you were instantly swarmed with warmth. You didn’t believe in love at first sight (neither did he, to be fair), but you started to question it as you walked past him.

From then on, each of you seemed nosy about the other. He asked his friends who the girl was in the other studio. “Oh! The American! That’s Y/N,” He recognized your name, and now your face. He hadn’t seen you outside of a red carpet or a concert venue photo, so he didn’t recognize you with little-to-no makeup and comfortable clothes. But once it clicked, it clicked. You had asked someone working at the studio about him. They mentioned his name, Kwon Ji-Yong, and you googled him that night in your rental house.

You knew about G-Dragon, the impact he had on K-Pop and the music industry. You had heard a song here and there, but you had never seen him. Not til that day in the studio.

It was a few days until you saw him again. Your schedules just missing each other. Then, one day, your producer was running freakishly late to your meeting time, and Ji-yong was walking out of his own studio. You stood there, more like paced there, tapping wildly on your phone trying to get in contact with your producer, whispering to yourself in frustration.

Ji-yong had the courage to speak up, say hello, and the rest is history. Stories for another time, maybe. 

Your friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship, defying all cliches of long distance and the terrors that often comes with it. It helped that he was on hiatus and you had became a professional of staying out of the public eye. You both wanted to keep what you had to yourself. Your teams did, too, but they got less strict as two months eventually became two years. It was on your terms now, when you'd let everyone know about your status, but neither of you had felt ready to let the world in on something so…yours. So peaceful, so effortless, so pure. It was easy, the two of you traveling between South Korea and America to spend time together, or going on vacations together, or just taking quiet retreats into each others homes. 

Nobody ever thought of it, either. There was no reason to. Unless they’d been in the studio that day, the media had no way to expect any crossover of America’s Princess and the King of K-Pop. The media would rather gossip about you in relationships with the usual Hollywood celebrities, some of whom were just friends, some you’d never met. Neither of you mind rumors, it kept the media out of your relationship and sometimes they were hilariously ridiculous. So, you let the press talk their talk. You and Ji-yong kept to yourselves, careful on your information you’d share with friends (it was easy for things to be leaked, these days).

When Ji-yong told you he was officially making his comeback to the industry, you were ecstatic for him. You knew how much he loved making music and performing. You also knew, though he’d never admit it, sometimes when he’d sneak to join you on tour, he got a bit jealous watching you sing and dance on stage. He’d watched you collab with numerous artists, tasting just about every genre you could before eventually finding your new sound. It made him sad, some nights, missing that glow you often had instead. But most nights? Most nights he was beaming from behind the stage, watching you do what you loved most. Most people sink in this world, but you? You swam, no, you effortlessly floated in the sea of fame. And it was obvious to anyone around you. Part of what he loved most about you was your creative drive, something he shared. It inspired him, more than you’d ever know. 

Ji-yong's comeback had been more than successful, as expected. Throughout your relationship, the two of you had fumbled with varying songs and styles for each other. Oftentimes more playful than not. You guys fueled each other in the best ways. You released your newest album in 2024, and you were about to start your world tour in the early months of 2025. Ji-yong would follow suit, his first solo album in years coming out soon and then starting his own tour. 

Both of you were wracked with nerves, spending days in rehearsals, wardrobe tests, photo shoots, traveling all over for various projects. It had been weeks since you’d seen each other. After the holidays you were swimming in press for your new tour. He had been equally busy, filming his show, performing at various shows. You both loved it. You loved your jobs and you loved each others jobs. But even you two would struggle on the days where it’d been long, exhausting, and mentally draining; wanting nothing more than each other’s warmth.

The Gala des Pièces Jaunes, a show that helps collect donations for charity in Paris, had invited both of you to perform, along with other various stars. Little did they know, they had invited the world's most popular secret couple. You had been ecstatic. Not only did you love the message the event had, but you loved the idea of sharing the stage with so many extremely talented artists. Including, your boyfriend. 

The night before the show, you had inconspicuously snuck your way towards Ji-yong’s room. You had wanted to get a hotel room together, but knew that you had to be careful with the amount of eyes on both of you this weekend. Still, that didn’t stop you from wondering around until you ended up at his door. With your special knock– each knock a syllable in your names –you waited patiently for him to open up the door to you. His eyes were sparkly, even in the shitty lighting. They always seemed to do that with you. 

“Finally,” He breathed, pulling you into the room quickly. You giggled as he used your body to shut the door, his arms around you tightly. You had seen each other, earlier in the day during rehearsals. Pretending like it was your first time meeting him and Taeyang was hell. Pretending you didn’t know their names, pretending Ji-yong didn’t pick out your outfit on FaceTime, and pretending you didn’t want to latch on to him and never let go. 

The only people who knew about you two were Young-bae, of course. He and Daesung had known about you for a while now, teasing their friend and bandmate for not telling them right away. The other person was Rosé, who’d been your friend for years and one of your closest friends in the celebrity world, both of you having blown up in popularity around the same time. Both of them seemed equally amused, watching you and Ji-yong try to act nonchalant around the other. Young-bae chuckling as Ji-yong watched your rehearsals in a stunned silence. He knew every song of yours by heart (even the ones from before he met you), and even when trying to act like he didn’t he could feel himself mouthing the words as he watched you and your dancers on the stage. Rosé would wink at you when she’d walk past you, and everytime you almost missed it cause you were too busy watching Ji-yong talking with his team.

But now, the two of you didn’t have to act. You couldn’t stop laughing in awe, Ji-yong smothering your face in feather-light kisses. You held on to him, your face turning pink as he continued his full-blown kiss attack. “I missed you, jagiya, so much.” He muttered against your skin. Finally, he pulled back to look over your face, pressing another kiss to your lips. You melted into his arms, your mind momentarily fuzzy. There was nothing else but him. His hands on your waist, his shirt clutched in your hands, his scent that had became your favorite. Him. Him. Him. It was always him. 

“I missed you more,” You whispered, running your fingers through his minty-colored hair. He closed his eyes softly, as if soaking in your touch. Your heart swelled, as it always seemed to do with him. You had never felt this way, not in any of your previous relationships. You had been positive for a while now, Ji-yong was it for you. “Are you excited?” You asked him, tilting your head in curiosity.

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting your soft expression. He loved how you looked at him. It was something you couldn’t hide, not even at rehearsals. He sighed, pulling you by your hand further into the hotel room. “Yes. Nervous, too.” He added. You nod in understanding, he had only performed a few times since the comeback. He loved it after, always, but the nerves had been hard to shake off, even still.

“I’m excited to see you,” You beam, still keeping your fingers interlocked. You hadn’t seen him live, not yet. You had been back in America finishing up your album and starting a press tour at the time, but you always called him right before he went on to give him a final good luck, and you always snuck onto a live stream to watch. 

He rolled his eyes shyly, leaning his head into your neck. “Young-bae is going to make so much fun of me.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m more nervous for you to see my performance than I was at MAMA.” 

You laughed at that, bringing his face into your hands and looking at him. “You’re going to be amazing. More than amazing. You’re going to be perfect.” You reassure him, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “And I am not afraid to bully Young-bae,” He laughed at this, throwing his head back slightly. He knew it was true, your friendship with Taeyang almost too sibling-like, to the point you two teased each other about everything. 

“Are you nervous at all?” He asks you, looking over your expression, as if he’s trying to find your answer in your gaze. He did this a lot, knowing you for so long he began to pick up on things, even before you did.

“I am, but only a little,” You decide finally. It was a short set, only a few songs to perform. You had picked your most popular hits and your newest single for the setlist. And your outfit was your favorite part, matching your dancers whilst still making sure you stood out and felt confident. “Oh! I have to tell you about this thing I saw.” You pulled out of his arms, suddenly distracted by something you wanted to tell him about when you were in your room. 

Ji-yong watched you quietly. His eyes filled with a lightness and admiration. He listened to you talk as you grabbed a water, waving your arms wildly to dramatize the story. He smiled, leaning against the couch in his room as he thought about how much he loved you. He loved everything about you. From the way you talked about your passions to the way you scrunched your face when you ate something you didn’t like. He loved the way you danced in the car when your favorite song came on. He loved the way you loved the people around you. He loved the way you waltzed into his heart like it was your home, and wrapped your arms around him like you were his home. You are his home, he’s sure of that. Even now, as you ramble into near nonsense about something he has no understanding of. He still watched you like you had been the most beautiful work of art he’d discovered. He was certain that was true.

Le Gala des Pièces was in full swing. Everything was going well, perfect, all of it. And you were backstage, getting your makeup touched up as you saw someone walk past your open door. You recognized him instantly, you always did. And part of you couldn’t let him go on stage without a final goodbye.  “I’ll be right back!” You pushed yourself out of your chair, rushing after him. You could see him walking through the hall, too busy with his own thoughts to notice you coming to grab his wrist.

Ji-yong felt your touch, his head moving so fast he swore he heard a crack. His eyes met yours instantly, then looked you over in surprise. He hadn’t seen your outfit yet. It complimented his, something he wasn’t sure if you had done on purpose or not. A black and red outfit, the red the exact same shade as his tie. As he looked you over, you could see the different emotions flicker on his face. Admiration, lust, maybe hunger, and love. He looked up at your face again, smiling, “Hi, Y/N,” His name feels unfamiliar on his tongue, now. Over the years, nicknames had become your normal. Another thing to add to the list of things you hated about pretending you didn’t know him.

Your mouth hung open for a moment as you looked at him. You hadn’t been sure if you’d see him before he went on, so you hadn’t exactly planned your choice of words. “I wanted to wish you luck,” You stuttered out, suddenly aware of how many eyes could be on the two of you.

Ji-yong’s eyes were laced with amusement, seeing your cheeks turned pink. “I have to grab something to drink, come with me?” He asked, playing it as cool and casual as humanly possible. You itched to reach for his hand, but kept to yourself as you followed him. 

As soon as you were in a dark corner, away from prying eyes, he was on you. The two of you pressed your lips together like perfect puzzle pieces. Your hands roamed his chest as his roamed your waist. You hummed happily, wishing this moment with him would never end. Adrenaline, nerves, excitement all were running high. From the show, from being around each other, from sneaking around. You felt his hands squeeze your hips, the two of you forcing yourselves to pull away. You smiled up at him, almost dizzy from him simply being in front of you. “Good luck,” You beamed.

“Is that how you wish everybody good luck?” He asks playfully. You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest as you adjusted yourselves. “I’ll see you as soon as I’m done,” He leans to kiss you again, “I love you,”

“I love you more,” You winked as he sauntered off towards where his team was waiting for him. You stayed back a moment, blushing wildly and hopping in place happily before rushing back to your own people.

You watched from backstage, wrapping yourself in a black robe to hide yourself as much as you could from the crew around you. You had passed Taeyang, who gave you a subtle handshake as he passed by for his cue. You watched in awe, seeing Ji-yong, no, G-Dragon on that stage. Seeing him do it all in person…it was ethereal. The way he moved through the stage and carried himself with this aura. He was almost mesmerizing, distracting you from the chaos backstage and your own nerves. It didn’t shock you, you’d known forever how talented he was. You’d seen videos of him from before you met, you’d seen him work for hours upon hours in studios, and you’d seen him on set for his music videos. But this was different. This was really him. This was what he was born to do, if destiny and fate were real. This was exactly that.

“Hey, pretty,” You turned your head to Rosé, Rosie, who only smiled knowingly. She linked her arm with yours, leaning into you. “You happy?”

“Happiest,” You answered, “He’s so good.”

“He is.” Rosie agreed. She giggled at your face. The two of you had met years ago, you had blown up in the music scene shortly after Blackpink. The two of you crossed paths at an event, not knowing anyone else there, and you two stuck by each others sides much like you were now. You two had been closest friends. When you told her about your first date with Ji-yong, she was ecstatic. She knew Ji-yong, and she knew that he’d be good to you. She wanted you to be happy, and that's what you were. Always when it came to Ji-yong, you were the happiest person she'd seen.

You watched the rest of his set. You smiled giddily as he and Taeyang performed together. You bit your thumb nail as you watched him move around the stage in the second outfit with the sparkling black jacket. Rosie nudging you every time she noticed you blush. 

When he was off the stage, he had found you waiting for him amidst the crowd of people. He smiled happily, reaching you without much thought about anyone else. His arms swooped you in, hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back. “That was amazing!” You beamed. For a moment, the two of you forgot where you were. Forgetting the curious eyes who thought you barely knew each other. When your senses kicked in, he was quick to put you back at a friendly distance. Your gaze moved to Taeyang, “You guys are phenomenal!” You hugged Young-bae too, hoping that if you acted friendly with everyone it wouldn’t cause more suspicion. “Thank you,” Ji-yong muttered, suddenly shy again. He bowed quickly at you, trying to play it off. In moments, you were hearing your name called, and his own team was surrounding him. You smiled warmly, disappearing in the crowd of crew and stars. 

Ji-yong wanted to keep close to you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms until the very moment you were on stage, but that was impossible. You were back in your greenroom, getting makeup and hair touched up, and then you were taking photos with crew members and doing more vocal warm ups. You were being whisked around every which way. He and Young-bae were staying close together, feeling the most comfortable with each other as they simply watched the show continue.

Young-bae was smiling to himself. He had been so happy for Ji-yong when he introduced you to him and Daesung. It was blatantly obvious to see how happy you made him. You made Ji-yong smile at every moment, you'd giggle at his jokes (even if Young-bae didn't think they were that funny), you would help him if you noticed his hesitation. You encouraged him. You built him up. You even started secretly learning Korean, calling Young-bae for help every now and again. The next time you visited Ji-yong, you had managed to say your first sentence in Korean, and it was actually good. You were this ray of sunshine. Anyone who knew the two of you knew that. He was honored to be in on your guys’s little secret. Otherwise, he’d feel cheated out of watching two people he cared about falling in love. 

Unfortunately, Ji-yong didn’t get a chance to see you before you were whisked away under the stage to make your entrance. Still, he watched quietly from backstage. He clasped his hands together, watching the crowd scream with anticipation as your intro started. Fog began to cover the stage, the lights flashing every which way with the music. Your dancers surrounded the area you’d rise from. Once you did, you immediately went into the first song, dancing on every note. The crowd was wild. Ji-yong smiled proudly. On stage you were someone else entirely. You were confident, you moved with ease and exact precision. Your body moved with your dancers, most you’ve known for years. Their hands grazing your hips as you all moved together in sync. Ji-yong never got jealous, knowing how these things worked. He was no stranger to any of it. 

He’d seen you perform, maybe a hundred times now, and yet it never got old. As the song transitioned to another popular track, the crowd somehow getting even louder, he thought about how you might’ve looked earlier. Standing in the same spot, only a short time ago. He could only assume you looked much like he did now. Body swaying to the familiar music, mouthing the words, eyes sparkling at him like he had hung the moon and the stars only for you. He wasn’t sure what he did to get so lucky.

He clapped as the crowd did. You were at the far end of the stage now, dancing with another male dancer to the third song. The song had been written for him, though not many people knew that other than you and him. A romantically charged song. It was one of his favorites. He remembered the day you showed it to him, all shy and quiet, which was unusual for you. You had told him you had a song to show him, wanting to release it as a single in the future. When you played it, you only stared at his face while he stared at the computer screen. He considered marrying you right there. 

As you performed your fourth and final song, he found his way to where you’d end up off stage. He played with his sleeves, smiling shyly as people greeted him as they passed by. He wanted to see you. No, he needed to see you. 

And he did. You came off the stage, glistening from glitter and sweat. You hugged your dancers and thanked them, high-fiving other members of your crew. As your eyes met his, he could see them light up. But you stayed put, not wanting to make another scene. He winked at you, moving in the direction of your greenroom.

It took you a couple minutes to get your micpack off and head towards your dressing room to change. Once you did, you smiled wide at the man waiting inside. “We did it!” You beamed as you jumped at him. He caught you easily, swinging you loosely in his arms as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or adrenaline-filled like before. This was softer, still full of energy, but only relief, love, and pure joy. “We fucking nailed it, baby,” You said as you looked up at him. He swore he might die from the way you love him.

“You were beautiful,” He hummed, leaning into your hair. He hummed, squeezing you tighter. “I love you. So fucking much.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the moment as best as you could. There was no place on this planet you loved more than being in his embrace. You could be anywhere, at any time, anything could be happening, and all you’d want is him. That’s all you’d ever need, The lazy mornings in your LA home where you’d surprise him with breakfast in bed. The romantic nights in Seoul where he’d take you out to dinner at your favorite place. The bustling mornings when one of you had a meeting to get to. One of you having a mouth full of toast trying to run out the door, only to scramble back to give the other a kiss. Late nights in studios, falling asleep in random spots as you tried to come up with new lyrics and beats. Your favorites were the quiet nights, the two of you tangled in bed sheets as he stared at each other, talking about whatever came to mind as one of you played with the others hair, or traced shapes on bare skin. Gentle kisses passed back and forth. Life was perfect, and he was perfect. 

“I love you, Ji,” You whispered, kissing him again. He hummed into it, smiling. You looked him over appreciatively, fiddling with his outfit. “I need to change, wanna pick my outfit out for me?” You asked, raising a brow. His eyes flicked with mischief as he looked back at the rack of clothes you had. He looked back at you, pulling you back into him again.

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Hidden Secrets

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Breakups, love making, and the morning after. What could go wrong when you go to your best friend for help in the time heartache?

Warnings: Some spicy stuff, kinda? Angst.

A/N: I hope you enjoy, as always leave a like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoy. <3

Chapter 1- Ignition

“Are you kidding me?!” your voice cuts through the stunned silence of your boyfriend’s room. Staring at him and the blonde in his bed, barely covered by the blankets you once shared.

“Y/n, baby,” he tries to reason with you but you put your hand up to stop him.

“When I asked you to take out the garbage this wasn’t what I meant,” you say bitterly as you motion to the girl.

“We weren’t going out, it’s just sex. Baby its nothing,” he, again, tries to reason with you. You scoff and turn on your heels.

“I’m so done,” you dash out of the house hearing him run after you. You get in your car and speed off. You decide to call your best friend, Ji-yong.

“Hey, I’m-I’m sorry if you’re busy,” tears are falling down your cheeks, out of pain and frustration.

“Hey, what’s wrong,” his voice is laced with concern as he stops in the middle of rehearsal.

“It’s a long story, but can I stay over tonight?” you sniffle as you turn the wheel, honestly you had no idea where you were going, anywhere but his apartment really.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll be done here around 8. You wanna come to the show tonight? I’ll get you in,” he offers kindly. You sigh as you see the clock. It’s noon.

“I don’t have any other clothes.” You say lowly.

“What? That boy toy of yours can’t buy you something? Or better yet, let you change?” you sigh on the other end of the line. You were gonna have to tell Ji he was right, again, about this guy. He never cared for him, come to think of it, he wasn’t a fan of most of the guys you introduced him to.

“He’s the reason it’s a long story, Ji,” you stop at a red light.

“I’ll send you some money, go get a new outfit,” he says casually.

“Ji-yong, no,”

“Too late, it’s done.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and feel your phone buzz.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say shyly.

“I know, but I wanted to. And you deserve it.” You blush at his comment.

“I’ll be there in a few hours.” You decide to start driving to the outlet mall.

“See ya, then y/n,” he hangs up the phone. You sigh as you find a parking spot and rest your forehead at the wheel. Big Bang was performing tonight for some award show, honestly you had planned to make a night of it with Steve, you’re now ex-boyfriend, but due to the plans of this morning, that wasn’t going to happen.

You browse the shops looking for the perfect outfit to wear. Did you feel like going out tonight? Heck no. Were you going to go support your best friend anyway? Yeah. You finally settle on a pretty sparkly y/f/c dress and simple heels; something to try and look the part. You realize you also don’t have your make up. You were able to buy some essentials from the mall thanks to Ji-yong’s generosity.

Meanwhile at rehearsal the guys are teasing Ji-yong.

“Ji and y/n sitting in a tree,” Daesung sang in a kiddie voice.

“K-i-s-s-i-n-g” Taeyang finished.

“First comes love, second comes marriage then comes baby in a baby carriage,” T.o.p finished.

“Shut up,” Ji-yong whines as he hides his face. His friends knew about his feelings towards you, but he was convinced you didn’t see him that way. And he wasn’t exactly wrong. Truth be told you had thought about it, but forced yourself not to and he didn’t know that.

“What exactly did she want?” Seunghyun asks before taking a sip of water.

“She needs to stay over, but I don’t know why.”

“Doesn’t she live with that boyfriend, what’s his name,” Taeyang thinks for a minute.

“Steve!” Daesung says helping him out. Ji-yong rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, Steve, she lives with him, right?”

“That’s what I thought,” Ji-yong shrugs.

“Guess I’ll find out tonight,” he says as they get up to practice one last time.

That night at the venue you are let backstage and find the guys in their dressing room.

“Did anyone order a number 1 fan?” you force yourself to be cheerful, for their sakes. They all turn to see you standing in the door way and their faces breakout into smiles.

“Hey!” Ji-yong, like usual, is the first to hug you. He smells of cologne and a faint smell of a cigarette he smoked earlier. Your hug lingers a few moments too long, but your heart is broken so you don’t notice.

“Good to see you, y/n,” Taeyang calls out with a soft laugh. You look up and realize you’re still hanging on to Ji-yong. You gently pull away from him and go over to hug the rest of the guys.

“Good to see your pretty face,” Seunghyun compliments to which you blush and swat his arm lightly.

“The dress looks great, couldn’t have picked a better one myself.” Ji beams at you with pride.

“Thanks, I was lucky to find it. It was the last one left!” you do a little spin for the guys showing off the outfit and they all compliment you and clap for your little twirl. These guys really were the brothers you never had growing up.

“All right, now go out there and make me proud!” You smile as you kiss each one of their cheeks. When Ji-yong comes up and he smirks as you feel the tips of your ears going pink. There had always been something between the two of you, always, but neither of you would bring it up, afraid it was all in your head.

“Do I get one too?” he smirks.

“Of course, Oppa,” you giggle. His heart flutters at the sweet pet name. You place a gentle kiss to the side of his cheek, leaving a light lipstick mark on it.

“Wait,” you giggle as you grab a tissue. You go to put the tissue on his cheek but he takes hold of your wrist before it touches him.

“Leave it,” he chuckles at your slightly shocked face.

“You sure? You know how rumors get started.”

“I could be linked to a lot worse people,” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear right before kissing your forehead. As soon as he leaves the room, you feel dizzy and sit down on the small couch. You take a few deep breaths as your heart is now the one fluttering.

You watch the performance on the small tv in the dressing room. Those thoughts and feelings for Ji-yong tried popping up again. You groan in frustration. Sinful thoughts run through your mind before you can help it and you shake your head to try and make them stop while rubbing your thighs together.

Before you know it, the guys are busting through the door excited from the hype of the show.

“Seriously one of the best we’ve done!” Taeyang congratulates his friends.

“And the crowd, dude, that was awesome!” Ji-yong or as you’d call him for the next hour or two after the show, G-Dragon says.

“That great, huh, G?” you stand up, refusing to let shame or guilt of your thoughts from earlier keep you from him.

“Man, nothing’s better than being out there like that.” He smiles at you wide.

“You guys did wonderful! Are you going out to celebrate?” You look at the guys who exchange looks.

“What’d I miss?” you ask looking between them like they did each other just a moment ago.

“I’m not going,” Ji-yong says casually as he takes off his mic pack. You help him pull the cord gently from under his shirt in the back, skimming over the sweaty but toned back he’s currently sporting. His body tenses under your touch and he briefly draws his lower lip in between his teeth for a moment.

“Why not?” you ask pointedly.

“You said you needed a place to stay for the night, and I’m not just going to leave you alone. Unless you want to go out, which of course we can.” Truth be told, he loved his friends but he got to celebrate with them all the time, tonight he was looking forward to it just being the two of you, like it used to be before the hectic schedules and your work for the art gallery took over.

“I’m um,” you begin to mumble so just the two of you hear, “I’m not really up to it,” you give him an apologetic smile and you swear you see relief flood his face for a moment.

“Fine by me, Jagiya, we’ll get some take out on the way back to the house,” he winks. You nod with a pursed lip smile. He gets changed, washes himself off and you guys leave, stopping by a local fast-food joint in Seoul before heading home.

“Welcome to casa de la Ji-yong,” he says with arms spread wide as you walk inside.

“I’ve been here a million times, Ji,” you giggle.

“Just let me introduce you properly anyway,” he jokes. Things with him were always easy and unserious. It was part of what you loved about your relationship so much. You could tell him just about anything you needed to and he’d be there for you. If you were crying, he’d make you laugh. If you were laughing, he’d make you laugh even harder till you cried.

You get the food out of the bag as he starts a small fire in the fire place in the living room and spreads out some soft faux fur blankets making a small pallet on the floor for you both.

“So what’s up?” he asks with his full attention on you as you sit down next to him on the floor by the newly lit fire. You turn on some soft music from the tv as back ground noise, the living room dimly lit, just enough for you both to see each other. Handing him his food you sigh and he looks at you worried.

“Y/n,” he questions softly, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Steve and I,” you pause as you feel the tears about to come on, and he quickly gets up leaving you there by yourself for a minute. He swiftly returns with two glasses, a bottle of finely aged wine and tissues.

“Sounds like we might be needing this,” he mentions and you half smile while nodding your head yes.

“Steve,” you sigh not sure how to go about saying it.

“Ji you were right,”

“I usually am,” he says before sticking food into his mouth with as smirk and you give him a playful glare while he chuckles.

“But how so,” he pours some wine in your glasses and you down the first glass like it was nothing. He looks at you with his brows up and eyes wide.

“That bad,” he mumbles.

“He was with some blonde chick,” you say quietly looking at the fire. For some reason you couldn’t look at him.

“What do you mean, with her?” He fears that he knows, but he needs to be sure.

“I went out this morning to get some supplies for my next painting, and when I came back, because I forgot my wallet, I walk into our,” you pause and shut your eyes shaking your head slightly, “Bedroom and they were together, naked under the covers and he was on top of her and,” the tears are falling and you break down to a point you can’t even talk, your body physically shaking.

He sets his food down, downs the last bit of wine in his glass and pulls you into him. He rocks you for a moment rubbing small circles against your back.

“Aein,” he whispers against your hair. You slowly wipe the tears and look up at him, taking in the look on his face. One of concern, worry, and a tinge of anger at the guy who broke your heart.

“Hmm,” you hum as you sniffle. He just stares at you, not sure if he should say the words. He opens his mouth but as he’s about to say something your phone rings. You take out the phone out of your bag and see Steve’s name on the screen.

“Speak of the devil,” you roll your eyes and start to cry again. Ji-yong takes the phone from you and answers it.

“Hello.” His tone is rushed, irritated.

“No, she’s busy,”

“Well pal if I fucked up as bad as you did today I wouldn’t have the balls to even call her, especially after being a slut.” He hangs up the phone and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your throat. He joins in with you and the mood is lighter than it was before. You both finish off the bottle of wine and are feeling pretty buzzed.

“So what are you going to do about a place to live?” Ji asks casually.

“I have no idea, I’ll figure it out in the morning.” You lay your head on his shoulder, staring at the fire. For a moment nothing is said between you, but the air is thick with emotion. The fire crackling is the only thing you can hear until you hear him sigh.

“He really didn’t deserve you,” he says quietly and you look up at him.

“Thanks, Oppa,” you smile and both shift to where your laying in between his legs against his chest, not an uncommon position for you two.

“I mean it, y/n,” he says against your hair. You look back at him and you notice his eyes dart between your lips and back to your eyes. You give him a half smile, and before you realize it, he’s smashing his lips to yours in way that you’ve never felt. You freeze for a moment unsure of what to do, unsure of what you want to do.

“Ji,” you say against his lips, “I, I don’t know if I should,” he looks at you desperate, needy.

“Let me make you forget him,” he whispers as he kisses you again. Your stomach flips and knots as you slowly turn your body into him to deepen the kiss. You feel him moan quietly against the kiss. He pulls on your bottom lip lightly with his teeth, eliciting a moan from you.

He can’t help but smile with his hands finding your waist as you climb into his lap. His head tilts back slightly as your raised above him.

“Ji, we really should talk,” you say as you separate for a moment for a breath.

“Tomorrow,” he breathes before capturing your lips, this time, with a little more ferocity. You hear your phone buzz again and look over to the table where it sat. Ji-yong takes this as his chance to start leaving hickey’s all over your neck. Sucking at the pulse point right below your ear, you gasp and your eyes flutter shut, totally forgetting about the phone.

He nips at the tender skin under your ear and the moan you let out is one that, if this didn’t feel so good, would’ve embarrassed you. You hear him chuckle darkly against your skin as he lays you down on the floor, hovering over you.

The rest of the night is spent in passion and intense emotions. One’s that truth be told; you had no idea where you two would really stand after this.

The next morning you wake up in his bed under his sheets alone. You look around you at the familiar room, the clothes in the floor, the one’s you both were wearing last night. You get up and put on one of his shirts and a pair of jogging pants that hugged your hips.

You smell the faint scent of bacon and pad down the hallway, stopping to check the mirror when you see the bruises on your neck. You gasp and put your hand on them, as if to see if they were really there.

“Morning,” he says with a bright smile when he hears you walk in. You feel his cat brush against your legs and you bend down to give it a good scratch behind the ears.

“Morning,” you say awkwardly as he slides some bacon and eggs on your plate. Neither of you say a word. He joins you at the island in the kitchen and you both stare at each other for a minute. Your eyes grow slightly wider at the bruises on his neck and bare chest. A blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks as you cast your gaze on your plate.

“Yeah, you uh,” he chuckles, “You did a number on me,” he shakes his head.

“Ditto,” you say quietly. He takes a look at your exposed skin.

“Listen, about all that,” he rubs the back of his head.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far, I didn’t mean for that to happen at all,”

“Do you regret it,” you can’t help the words that come out. As soon as they do you wish the world would swallow you up.

“I, I, uh,” he isn’t sure how to tell you it was the most amazing experience of his life. He doesn’t know how to say that he’s imagined it a million times in his head and it was somehow better.

“Ya know what, don’t answer that, I don’t need to know.” You quickly get up and put your empty plate in the sink.

“Y/n,” he tries to get you to slow down but if you do you know you’ll have to face facts. You’ll have to hear him say how he hated it, it was a mistake or maybe the worst he’s ever had. And as much as you were hurting over Steve, you weren’t sure if you could survive heartbreak from Ji-yong.

“I gotta go, I need to get my stuff from my apartment.” You try give a polite forced smile, but he see’s right through it. He see’s the fear in your eyes. He follows you to the bedroom as you pick up your dress and shoes.

“Hey,” he holds out his arms to stop you, “Hey,” he looks deep into your soul and you look beside him, unable to face him.

“Why don’t you stay here for a while,” he offers.

“Seriously? After last night?”

“Well, do you really want to move back home?” You roll your eyes and sigh at the thought.

“Then we’ll get your stuff today and you'll stay here,” he says with his hands on your shoulders.

“Yeah, ok.” You nod your head with a deep defeated sigh. He gently takes the clothes from your hands and puts them in a pile of dirty clothes. You stand there quietly. You know its going to happen sooner or later.

“So what does this mean for us?” you ask tentatively.

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[natalicss]

ALRIGHT ÜBERMENSCH FIRST THOUGHTS

holy shit??? it was so good??

i think IBELONGIIU & BONOMANA are my favorites after my first listen

every song i went “THIS IS THE SAME ALBUM???” and was clutching my pearls

i reallllllyyyyy love drama & the production on that track specifically i think it’s so…idk what word im looking for. but im obsessed.

drama mv was actually sooo beautiful i loved it sm and i WILL be watching it a billion times.

too bad mv?? SERVING CUNTTTTTT. it was so appealing to the eye and i cant explain how good it looked. the song it self is gonna be one of those songs that i specifically look for when i wanna start bustin moves, if that makes sense???

anyways i can’t wait to see other people’s thoughts over the next few days/weeks and i can’t wait to like analyze the songs themselves and the depths of their meanings more this is just a very basic first impressions post because i like to take my time getting to know albums iykwim

[natalicss]

i think i’m gonna listen to the album first start to finish to really EXPERIENCE it & listen to it and then immediately run to youtube so i can watch the MV’s

Fuck do I watch the music videos first and listen to the album second or vice versa?????? I just remembered he'll drop everything at once...

[natalicss]

If she’s got him listed as G-Diva, I’m dying to know what he’s got her saved as on his phone

OH GOD WAIT I DIDNT THINK OF THIS…

i could see this going a couple ways

1) just her name with some sort of emoji that he relates to her, but at the very least a simple heart. at the very least this is what her contact is when they first got together & probably stayed that way.

2) something cringe but kinda cute like “Wifey🤍” because mans is a millennial and so he’s gonna do things that probably make gen z reader go 🤨 “ig it’s cute but why”

3) we know jiyong is chronically online especially after “thank you kateykiiiii” and we know reader is like 24-25. so she’s definitely had a phase of saying pookie and i think he would ironically start saying it cause it’s just funny imagining a 30 something year old man saying pookie. then it immediately became uncool to her and so he changed her name in his phone to “Pookie💞” because she hated it so much.

basically his name for her is probably something lame but funny/cute to him

she called him g-diva once as a joke while he was filming zip daesung and taeyang & daesung thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard & now he can’t escape it

[natalicss]

Omg yes more of that please, honestly ill take anything I can from our power couple but honestly SMAUs are amazing.

AHHHH im so glad yall like it!! i loveeee smau’s, i originally went “viral” on wattpad because of a social media fic (it got deleted like 7 years ago so yall will never know & thank god for that) SOOOO it’s fun to go back to my middle school roots.

i might do more here & there with popstar!reader & jiyong but idk how much because a) they don’t post each other on social media and b) texts are sometimes a lot of work tbh BUT ITS OKAY we will figure it out.

i’m just experimenting with different fics & styles & what not and who better to be my guinea pigs than popstar & jiyong LMAOOOO

[natalicss]

kwon jiyong x american popstar!reader text edition

no reason for this just felt like being silly after finding this photo of jiyong & i love reading the smau’s so i just threw this together in like 5 seconds