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Headcanons! THANOS

Character: Thanos x fem!reader

Summary: general boyfriend Headcanons

Warnings: none

1. Su-Bong likes to send you random texts during the day just to check in, even if it’s just a simple “Hey.”

2. He always insists on carrying your bags, even when you tell him you’re fine.

3. When he’s bored, he’ll poke you until you react, just to get a rise out of you.

4. He’ll give you a kiss on the forehead when you’re not paying attention, then act like it never happened.

5. If you steal his hoodie, he’ll pretend to be mad, but secretly he likes seeing you wear it.

6. He sometimes talks to you in that soft, low voice just because he knows it makes you smile.

7. If he notices you’ve had a rough day, he’ll make sure to do something small, like bring you your favorite snack.

8. He’s the type to casually sit close to you on the couch, just to have his leg touching yours.

9. When you’re sick, he’ll make sure you’re comfortable but won’t leave your side until he knows you’re feeling better.

10. Su-Bong gives you a side-eye whenever you make a joke at his expense but secretly loves it.

11. He’ll listen to you talk about your day, even if it’s boring to him, because he just enjoys hearing your voice.

12. When you laugh at something stupid, he’ll grin and shake his head like you’re both in on a secret.

13. He always makes sure your seatbelt is on before starting the car, even if you’ve already done it.

14. He has a habit of fixing your hair or adjusting your clothes if he thinks you look a little out of place.

15. When he’s in a good mood, he’ll just randomly grab your hand and squeeze it.

16. He always steals a bite of your food, no matter how much he says he’s not hungry.

17. If you're watching something and get too into it, he’ll make fun of you for being so passionate.

18. He’ll steal your blanket if you’re not careful, but he’ll also pull it over you if he sees you’re cold.

19. He doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll silently hold your hand when you’re feeling down.

20. Su-Bong will act like he’s too tough for affection, but when you’re in his arms, he never wants to let go.

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Closed Door - Part 2: CHOI SEUNG-HYUN x READER

summary: seung-hyun proves he is more than enough for ji-yong's younger sister.

word count: 5205

tags: angst to fluff; angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, nightlife, alcohol, implied assault attempt (IF THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ!!)

ao3 link -- part 1

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of silence. Not just from Seung-hyun, but from all of them. Youngbae. Daesung. Even Ji-yong, in his own way, and it tells you everything you need to know.

Ji-yong got to them. Got to him. Like he always does. You should’ve seen it coming. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. The second your brother decides a guy isn’t good enough, he makes sure they know it. Makes sure they know you’re off-limits. Makes sure they understand that trying to get with you means losing him.

And no one—no one—ever chooses you over him.

You swallow hard, staring blankly at your phone screen, at the last message you sent Seung-hyun weeks ago—unread. Your fingers tighten around the device before you toss it onto your bed, exhaling sharply as frustration swirls in your chest. You feel stupid for thinking this time might be different: for thinking he might be different. You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you rub at your temple. Of course he isn’t.

Seung-hyun is Ji-yong’s best friend. He’s loyal. He’s been at Ji-yong’s side for years. Why would he risk all of that just because you—

You stop the thought before it can finish, because it doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

You shove yourself off your bed, heading into the kitchen. Maybe if you distract yourself, you can stop thinking about it. But just as you open the fridge, there’s a knock at your door.

You freeze.  Your heart skips once, twice— Before you shove it down, force yourself to move like nothing’s different, like your hands aren’t shaking as you swing the door open. And instead of the him your heart had foolishly prepared for— It’s her. Your best friend stands there, arms crossed, eyes scanning over you with concern. 

“Well, you look like shit.”

A breath of startled laughter escapes you before you can stop it. “Thanks?”

She rolls her eyes before stepping inside, shutting the door behind her. “You haven’t answered my calls. Or my texts. Or my DMs—which, honestly, is just rude, because I sent you, like, three different thirst traps this week, and I didn’t even get so much as a ‘damn.’”

You sigh, rubbing at your face. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been—”

“Don’t even try it.” She gives you a sharp look, reading through you like she always does. “I know exactly what this is about.”

You stiffen.

Her expression softens slightly. “You really liked him, didn’t you?”

You don’t answer right away. Because if you do—if you so much as say his name… you don’t know if you’ll be able to keep it together. Your friend watches you, giving you the space to not answer. And that, somehow, makes it even worse. Because if she knows—

If she could see it so easily—

Then maybe Seung-hyun could, too. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much that he left. He knew, and he still let Ji-yong scare him away.

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to smile. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

“Yup.” You turn back toward the kitchen, grabbing the glass of water you’d meant to pour earlier. “I’ve been through this before.” You take a sip, ignoring the way your throat feels tight. “I’ll get over it.”

Your best friend hums, unconvinced. But she doesn’t push. Not yet. Instead, she just steps closer, nudging you lightly. “Okay,” she says. “Then let’s get you out of this house before you actually turn into a recluse.”

You blink at her. “What?”

She grabs your hand, dragging you toward your bedroom. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

“I don’t want to go out.”

“I don’t care.”

You groan, but a tiny, reluctant smile tugs at your lips. For the first time in two weeks, the weight in your chest feels just a little lighter.

Your bedroom is a whirlwind of fabric and perfume, the air thick with the scent of your best friend’s signature fragrance as she pulls another dress from your closet. She moves with purpose, determined to drag you out of this slump, her energy a stark contrast to your own sluggish reluctance while you sit cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by rejected outfits, watching as she rifles through your wardrobe with growing impatience. The music playing in the background is lively, but you barely register it. The last two weeks have weighed you down, pressing into your chest with an ache you can’t quite shake.

Still, your friend refuses to let you wallow. She tosses a sleek black dress onto the bed and turns to face you, eyes sharp with challenge. There’s no room for argument; she’s already decided this is the night you pull yourself together.

With a sigh, you give in, slipping into the dress and letting her guide you to the vanity. She works with practiced ease, dusting warmth into your cheeks, shaping your lips with careful precision. The brushstrokes against your skin are soothing, and despite the heavy thoughts lingering in the back of your mind, you start to feel the slightest shift. When she finally steps back, you barely recognize yourself. The tiredness in your eyes is softened by expertly blended shadow, your lips are painted just enough to draw attention, and the dress—chosen with the confidence you lack—fits like it was meant for this very moment. It’s strange, seeing yourself like this after weeks of avoidance; borderline neglecting your self-care. 

You try to squash any thoughts of Seung-hyun, despite the way you desperately wanted to see the look on his face if he saw you all dolled up like this. 

The two of you finish getting ready, adding jewelry and perfume, slipping on heels that make your posture straighten. There’s something ritualistic about it, a slow transformation into the version of yourself that has always been there, waiting beneath the weight of your own emotions. As you grab your purse and step outside, the night air cools your skin, grounding you. The city hums with life, a stark contrast to the isolation you’ve felt these past two weeks. And though you tell yourself this is just another night out, a distraction at best, a small thought lingers—

What if he’s out tonight, too?

The moment you step out of the car, the night seems to shift around you. The streets are alive with energy—pulsing neon signs reflect off the rain-slick pavement, the heavy bass from the club vibrating through the ground. A line of people snakes around the corner, dressed to impress, some bouncing on their heels in anticipation, others murmuring conversations between furtive glances at the entrance.

And then, they see you.

Recognition spreads through the crowd in waves—whispers, stolen glances, the unmistakable flicker of phone screens lighting up as a few people subtly (or not so subtly) snap photos. You don’t react. You’re used to this. It happens everywhere—part of the life you lead, the name you carry, the effortless way you seem to glide through doors that others spend years trying to unlock.

The bouncer barely moves before stepping aside, giving you a nod of familiarity. No need to check the list. No need for introductions. You belong here.

Your best friend tightens her grip on your arm, her own confidence boosted by the attention surrounding you. “God, I forgot what it’s like going out with you,” she muses under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear over the music spilling from inside.

The club swallows you whole. The air is thick with perfume and liquor, the pulse of the bass syncing with your heartbeat. Strobe lights flash, illuminating shifting bodies on the dance floor, moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Everything is alive, buzzing with the kind of electric energy that only comes from people desperate to lose themselves in the night. Yet, you’re untouched by the chaos. Staff moving like clockwork the second they see you. A waiter materializes from the crowd, offering a drink before you’ve even reached the VIP section. The manager appears next, greeting you like an old friend, beaming as he gestures toward your usual booth—the best in the house, of course, always reserved, always waiting.

Exclusivity is intoxicating in its own way. Up here, away from the heat of the dance floor, everything is effortless. A chilled bottle of champagne is already being prepared, the ice clinking softly as the waiter pours the first glass. Plush seating, soft lighting, a perfect view of everything below without being swallowed by it. You settle into your seat with practiced ease, crossing one leg over the other as you accept the glass handed to you. Your friend does the same, grinning as she leans in. “Now this,” she purrs, “is what you needed.”

And she’s right. You should let go, let the music move through you, let the drinks warm you from the inside out. But there’s something about tonight—the way the air feels different, heavier, the way eyes linger a little too long. Your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass. The world around you moves, people laughing, drinks spilling, bodies dancing. But your mind lingers elsewhere—on someone else.

Still, you raise your glass.

If nothing else, you can pretend. For tonight, at least.

The first drink is the champagne, crisp and familiar. Then, another arrives—a deep amber cocktail with just the right balance of sweetness and burn. You barely have time to place your glass down before the next one is sent your way, this time from a stranger across the room. You smirk, twirling the glass in your fingers before lifting it in acknowledgment. The man—well-dressed, confident—raises his own in response, flashing a charming smile. You don’t hold his gaze for long. You don’t need to.

More drinks follow, some from admirers, others from people who simply want to say they sent a drink to you. Your best friend cackles beside you, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “You’re gonna have the whole bar competing for your attention by the end of the night,” she teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Let them try,” you muse, tipping back another sip. The warmth starts to spread through your limbs, a pleasant buzz settling in your chest. The tension in your shoulders eases. The music feels different now, the bass thrumming through your veins rather than pressing against them.

It’s easy to sink into it—the luxury, the attention, the way the world seems to revolve around you in moments like these. The weight of the past couple of weeks begins to fade, the ache of silence from the people you once called family pushed further and further back with every sip.

A DJ set kicks in, sending the dance floor into a frenzy. The beat is infectious, the kind that demands movement, that makes it impossible to sit still. Your friend senses it immediately, grabbing your wrist with an eager grin.

“Come on,” she urges, tugging you toward the edge of the VIP area. “No more sulking. You need this.”

You let her pull you along, laughter bubbling up despite yourself. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you do need this—just one night where nothing else matters, where you’re not your brother’s sister, not someone waiting for a call that won’t come. Just you, the music, the freedom. And the music takes over, a pulsating rhythm that thrums beneath your skin. Your best friend’s hands are in yours at first, spinning you playfully under the flashing lights, her laughter mixing with yours as you move. The energy in the club is electric, and you let yourself be swept up in it.

People gravitate toward you, drawn in by the effortless way you move, the way you let the beat dictate your steps. The strangers around you are eager, their eyes flickering with the kind of interest you’re used to—but tonight, you don’t mind. If anything, you welcome it.

One man steps closer, well-dressed, confident. His hands hover just near enough to be an invitation, waiting for a sign that he’s allowed to move closer. You let him. Not because you want him, not really, but because the thrill of attention is intoxicating, a distraction you so desperately need. Your best friend watches with an amused smirk before another person pulls her into the dance. She winks at you over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you surrounded by people who all seem desperate for a chance.

A hand brushes against yours, tentative, testing the waters. You don’t move away, just let it happen, just let yourself exist in this haze of music, flashing lights, and alcohol-fueled bliss. Someone murmurs something in your ear, their breath warm against your skin. You don’t catch the words, and you don’t really care to. The club pulses around you, a living, breathing thing—lights flashing in dizzying streaks, music vibrating through the floors, bodies pressing close as they move to the rhythm. Everything feels distant, as if you’re watching from behind a fogged-up window.

Your skin burns hot, but your limbs are cold, heavy, and uncooperative. A deep nausea stirs in your stomach, coiling tightly with something even more unsettling—an unshakable wrongness.

Why do you feel like this?

You’ve had drinks before, you know your limits. Your tolerance is high, your control steady. But now, the world spins in lazy, unrelenting circles, the edges smearing together like wet paint. Your breath comes uneven, shallow.

A hand steadies you at the waist. Too firm. Too much.

“You okay? You don’t look so good, sweetheart.” The voice is smooth, coaxing. Close. “Let’s get some air.”

No.

You try to step back, to push away, but your body refuses to obey. It’s like wading through thick, invisible water, limbs sluggish, weak. The grip on your waist tightens just slightly, steering you away from the dance floor.

No.

The word won’t leave your throat. It gets stuck, lost somewhere between the dizzying haze in your mind and the leaden weight of your limbs. You blink, trying to focus, trying to ground yourself, but the lights overhead blur, streaking across your vision.

Something is wrong.

The nausea rises higher, pressing against your ribs. You need to move. You need to get away.

And then—

A sharp voice slices through the fog, distant at first, then clearer, stronger. A hand grasps yours—smaller, urgent, safe. Then, just as quickly, the pressure at your waist disappears. Your balance wavers, legs barely supporting you, but the grip on your hand steadies you before you can collapse. There’s warmth against your side, firm but familiar, a scent you recognize even through the haze. Your vision swims, figures shifting, but then—

A face.

Familiar.

Safe.

Your best friend.

Her lips move, her expression stormy, but the words are lost to the thick fog filling your ears. Muffled, distant, like sound filtering through deep water.

But she’s here.

She saved you, she must have. Right?

A weak breath stutters past your lips as your fingers clutch at her sleeve, desperate for something solid, something real. She holds onto you tightly, grounding you, anchoring you. But something still feels off. Something lingers just beyond your comprehension, just out of reach. You try to chase the thought, try to grasp at the fraying edges of clarity, but the haze is pulling you under, thick and suffocating. Your best friend shifts, securing her hold on you, guiding you toward the exit. 

As the darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, you let it.

“Look, man,” Ji-yong started, voice lower, more controlled than before. “I’ve had time to think.”

It’s been a week since you’ve spoken to any of them. He found himself sitting across from Seung-hyun, the tension between them thick but quieter now. Not fueled by anger, not anymore. Just something heavier. Something inevitable. He didn’t speak, just watched him carefully, waiting. Ji-yong scoffed, shaking his head, “you’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?”

“You’ve never made it easy for me,” Seung-hyun finally said, a small, humorless smile ghosting over his lips. “So, no. I don’t think I will.”

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do…” 

Ji-yong swallowed hard, something tugging in his chest. “You know she’s my baby sister.”

“I know.”

“You know that means I’ve spent my whole life protecting her.”

“I know that, too.”

Ji-yong inhaled deeply, looking down at his hands before glancing back up, meeting Seung-hyun’s gaze head-on. “I don’t like the idea of anyone hurting her. Ever. And I don’t like the idea of someone taking her away from me.”

Seung-hyun’s expression softened, but his voice remained firm. “She’s not something to take, Ji-yong.”

Ji-yong flinched, just slightly, at the truth of it. He exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “I know. But she’s—she’s important to me.”

“She’s important to me, too.”

Ji-yong let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah. I can see that.” 

He sat there for a long moment, staring at Seung-hyun, the weight of years pressing down on him. His chest felt tight, his throat burned, and for the first time in a long time, he felt unsteady. Not because he was angry anymore—anger had long since faded, replaced by something more complicated.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, voice quiet. “I don’t know how to just—let go.”

Seung-hyun didn’t respond right away, and Ji-yong hated how much that made his heart race. He hated that he was the one feeling vulnerable. It had always been his job to be the strong one when it came to you—to stand between you and anything that could hurt you. And now, here he was, staring at the one person who could hurt you in a way Ji-yong never could stop. Not that Seung-hyun would hurt you in the first place. 

“I don’t want to take her from you, Ji-yong,” Seung-hyun finally said, his voice calm, sure. “I know what she means to you.”

Ji-yong let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t think you do.” He exhaled sharply, looking down at his hands. “She was just a kid when we started all this, you know? And I was never around as much as I should’ve been. I missed birthdays, holidays—shit, I missed entire years of her life because of this career. I know it’s only a couple years difference, but every time I came back, she was older, stronger. More independent. She always looked at me the same way. Like I was still her big brother. Like she still needed me.”

His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard, gripping his hands together. “And now she doesn’t,” he whispered.

“That’s not true.”

“It is. She doesn’t need me to protect her anymore. She doesn’t need me to make sure she’s okay because you’re already doing that.” He finally looked up, his gaze raw and unguarded. “And I don’t know how to handle that.”

Seung-hyun’s expression softened. “She still needs you, Ji-yong. She always will. But she also needs to live her life. She needs to be happy.”

“And you think you can make her happy?”

“I know I can.”

Ji-yong studied him, searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation—but there was none. Seung-hyun wasn’t just saying it. He believed it. And Ji-yong hated that it made him feel just a little better.

“I don’t like it,” Ji-yong muttered.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Ji-yong exhaled sharply, shaking his head before finally meeting Seung-hyun’s gaze head-on. “Just—don’t make me regret this.”

Seung-hyun nodded once, firm and sure. “I won’t.”

Ji-yong stared at him for another long second before finally sighing, leaning back in his seat. “Fuck,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I feel like I’m giving my kid away.”

Seung-hyun smirked slightly. “She’d kill you for saying that.”

Ji-yong let out a quiet laugh, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. “Yeah, she would.” He sighed again, shaking his head. “Alright. Just—take care of her. Or I swear to God, Seung-hyun, I will ruin your life.”

Seung-hyun chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

Ji-yong exhaled, finally allowing himself to lean into it. It still hurt, still felt like something was shifting in a way he wasn’t quite ready for. But for the first time since he’d figured it out, he didn’t feel like he was losing you.

And that, for now, was enough.

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, grounding you before your mind fully caught up with your body. Your limbs felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, but something was… different. Blinking against the morning haze, you slowly turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.

Seung-hyun.

He was sitting in the chair beside your bed, his tall frame slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees. One hand was curled loosely around yours, like he’d been holding it the whole night. His face was soft in sleep, his usual sharp features relaxed. Even like this, exhausted and barely upright, he hadn’t left your side. Your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of it.

“Seung-hyun?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it was enough.

His lashes fluttered before he stirred, blinking slowly as he straightened. The second his gaze found yours, relief softened his expression.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You nodded slightly, your mind still struggling to piece things together. “Where… where is everyone?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Instead, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, grounding, reassuring.

“They went home,” he finally said. “Ji-yong wanted to stay, but he knew you’d be okay with me here.”

Something about that made your chest ache. Ji-yong had been here. He had wanted to stay. But somehow, Seung-hyun had been the one left behind, the one who stayed through the night.

Your fingers curled slightly in his grasp. “You stayed.”

“Of course.”

The weight of those words settled between you. Simple. Certain. And for the first time in a while, you just let yourself breathe. He stayed quiet for a moment, his thumb still brushing over the back of your hand as if the touch alone could keep you anchored. His gaze flickered over your face, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe understanding.

“You scared me,” he finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper. You blinked at him, startled by the rawness in his tone. “I’ve never seen you like that before,” he continued, swallowing hard. His other hand lifted hesitantly, hovering near your face before he finally let himself cup your cheek. His palm was warm, grounding. “I didn’t know what to do except—stay.”

Your heart ached at the confession, at the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

“I didn’t leave your side all night,” he murmured. “Not once. Because the thought of you waking up alone, especially after something like that happening…” He trailed off, his fingers curling slightly against your cheek. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

You felt your breath hitch.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed again, his eyes shining with something heavier now—something unspoken for too long.

“I know I should have told you sooner,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have said it before now, before last night, before you ever had to wonder where I stood. But I—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I love you.”

Your lips parted, stunned into silence.

“I’ve loved you longer than I even realized,” he admitted, his thumb brushing against your cheek like he was memorizing the feel of you. “It just… snuck up on me. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you challenge me, the way you’re just unapologetically you.” His lips trembled slightly as he let out a quiet, almost broken laugh. “I love all of it. I love you.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Seung-hyun…”

“I thought I was okay just being near you,” he confessed, shaking his head. “I thought maybe that was enough. But last night…” He inhaled shakily, his eyes searching yours. “Last night, I realized it’s not. I need you to know. I need you to hear me say it, because I can’t—I can’t keep pretending it’s not true.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and fragile. Then, carefully, you lifted your free hand, brushing away the tear that traced down his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch, like he was savoring it. When he opened them again, you saw nothing but love in them. Deep, unwavering, and real.

Your fingers trembled slightly as they rested against Seung-hyun’s cheek, your own breath catching in your throat. His confession was still settling in, still sinking into the parts of you that had spent too long wondering, too long hoping.

But the weight of last night was still there, too. A tear slipped past your lashes before you could stop it. Then another. Seung-hyun’s brows knitted together in concern, his hand instantly tightening around yours. “Hey…” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, catching the tears before they could fall any further. “Why are you crying?”

You let out a shaky breath, swallowing the knot in your throat. “Because…” Your voice wavered, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second before looking at him again. “Because I thought Ji-yong scared you away.”

Seung-hyun’s lips parted, his brows drawing together even more.

“I thought—I thought I lost you,” you admitted, your voice cracking. “I was so scared you’d leave, that you wouldn’t want to deal with all of this, with me, with everything going on.” Another tear slipped free, and this time, he cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing your skin so gently it nearly made you break even more. His own tears still lingered in his lashes, his eyes searching yours with something close to heartbreak.

“You really thought I’d leave?”

You gave the smallest nod, biting your lip as your chest tightened. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again. If you’d think it was all too much. If—” Your voice cracked again, and you shook your head, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “I didn’t know if I’d ever get to hear from you again.”

Seung-hyun let out a soft, shaky exhale before pulling you forward, his forehead pressing against yours.

“I would never,” he whispered, his voice firm despite the emotion in it. “I would never walk away from you. Not now. Not ever.”

Your breath hitched.

“Ji-yong didn’t scare me away,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing could.”

You let out a quiet, broken sound at that, your fingers clutching at the front of his shirt.

His hands moved, one slipping into your hair as he tilted his head to look at you, his nose brushing against yours. “You don’t have to be scared anymore,” he whispered. “You’re not losing me. You never were.”

The sheer certainty in his voice, the quiet but unwavering promise—it unraveled something inside you. So you let yourself sink into him, your hands fisting his shirt as you let out a shaky exhale, more tears slipping free. And Seung-hyun was right there to catch them, to catch you.

Seung-hyun let out a soft chuckle, his fingers still stroking gently through your hair. “You know… I actually talked to Ji-yong about everything.”

You blinked, sniffling as you pulled back slightly to look at him. “You did?”

He nodded, his lips twitching as if he were holding back a smile. “Yeah. A real conversation this time—no tension, no dramatics, no threats of murder.”

A watery laugh escaped you, and Seung-hyun grinned, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “I think he was relieved, honestly. He was just… scared for you, too. But we worked things out. He knows how I feel about you.”

“And… how do you feel about me?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart skipped.

“I have been for a long time,” he continued, his voice quieter now, more certain than ever. “And I don’t care how complicated things get, or how long it takes. I just want to be with you.”

A fresh wave of emotion welled in your chest, but before you could say anything, he exhaled softly, his lips quirking into something shy. “And, well…” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips for the briefest second before meeting your gaze again. “I’d really like to kiss you right now, but only if you want me to.”

Your stomach fluttered. The warmth in his eyes, the careful way he held you, the way he asked instead of assuming—it made your heart ache in the best way. So you didn’t hesitate. You leaned in first, tilting your chin up as your fingers curled into his shirt. “I want you to.” 

Seung-hyun’s breath hitched just slightly before he closed the remaining distance, his lips brushing over yours with a hesitation that made your heart stutter. The first press was gentle, almost as if he were memorizing the feel of you—soft, warm, familiar in a way he’d longed for. Then, with a quiet sigh, he deepened it, his lips moving against yours in a slow, unhurried rhythm, like he had all the time in the world to savor this moment. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs tracing delicate circles against your skin, anchoring you in the tenderness of it all. When you responded—kissing him back with just as much feeling—he let out the faintest sound, something between a sigh and a hum, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his hands still cupping your face, a small, breathless laugh escaped him. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, as if grounding himself in the reality of having you here.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice warm with affection.

You let out a soft, watery laugh, your heart still racing. "I think I have some idea," you teased, though your voice wavered with emotion.

"Then you also know I don’t plan on going anywhere," he said gently. "Not now. Not ever."

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from fear or sadness. They were from the overwhelming warmth of hearing the words you’d been too afraid to believe in before. You nodded, leaning into him, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

"Good," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. "Because neither do I."

He let out a content sigh, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. He held you like you were something precious, something irreplaceable. And as you nestled into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you realized that for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

You were home. And Seung-hyun was home, too.

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I think from what I’ve seen that Seunghyun is such a reserved and private person. I understood it by the way he said that Choi Seunghyun has no space to exist nor in his career as a singer nor in his career as an actor. That made me reflect on how much he has shown and on how much is that his true personality. I often think that every idol gets a label, the way people view you in some way or another shape you, it makes you act like that. Somehow I always find myself reflecting on how little and definitely not at all his privacy has been respected, people can say that when you decide to be a public figure, you shouldn’t expect to still have privacy. But I am an empathetic person at heart, and if you see an idol, I see an human being. When I saw that video on that variety show when they were talking about how he never wears sleeveless or he never shows any part of his body, I found myself to empathize with him, and I never found someone so transparent on that aspect, everyone has always shown and has always been very confident (that could have been a mask too but still) follow me, I have never seen someone being so truthful to others, to admit that he was insecure and to admit that he couldn’t show himself so openly and bare has made me feel so secure in my insecurity. Idk if that makes sense. The point is that Seungyun has been a breath of fresh hair. Since I’ve been a vip, which isn’t much, I’ve been fascinated by the way he sees the world and the way he expresses himself, I have to say that every member of bigbang has represented such a surprise on the human side, their values and their thoughts, but Seunghyun is just something so different, someone you’re drawn to. I believe the way he sees art is exactly the way I see him. Art is something you learn at school, something you can learn in your free time, it’s eternal, it has so many aspects, so many different styles, it gives you a story for every detail, big or little. And that’s how I see Seunghyun. The imprint he left on Korean rap culture is eternal, the way he has shown himself, with jokes and a funny personality and at the same time with deep and significant lyrics, his dedication, his passion, I can’t never get enough of it. I could live a hundred lifetimes, I’d still love to get to know every single idea, every single process behind his acting, every single song, every single thought, even jokes, from him. His genius mind is such a gift for me.

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Closed Door - Part 1: CHOI SEUNG-HYUN x READER

summary: as ji-yong's younger sister, seung-hyun knew you were off limits; always admiring you from afar. not once did he think he would ever have a chance with you, or that was until you let it slip that you like him too. unfortunately, not everyone is happy about that…

word count: 6496

tags: brothers best friend trope, mutual crushing, bickering and arguing, overprotective brother!gd

ao3 link -- part 2 (coming soon!)

Seung-hyun shouldn’t be looking at you like this.

Not when you’re Ji-yong’s younger sister. Not when Ji-yong would probably kill him if he ever found out. Not when he’s spent years keeping his feelings buried beneath a carefully crafted mask of indifference. And yet, here he is, watching you from across the room, his heart betraying him with every soft beat.

You’re sitting on the couch, completely unaware of his gaze, laughing at something on your phone. The sound is warm, unguarded—different from the way you sound when you’re teasing your brother or making a point in a heated discussion. Seung-hyun likes this version of you best, the one that isn’t performing for anyone. The one that just exists, effortlessly captivating.

He wonders if you’ve ever noticed the way he notices you. The way he always makes sure you get home safe after a long night out with the group. The way he lingers near you at gatherings, not quite touching but close enough that if you ever needed him, he’d be there. The way he forces himself to look away when you tilt your head just right, when your lips part slightly in thought, when you’re so damn beautiful it makes his chest ache. And the way he clenches his jaw every time Ji-yong talks about you. Not in a bad way—Ji-yong adores you. He’s proud of you, protective of you, and he never shuts up about making sure no guy gets the wrong idea.

"You don’t know how many guys have tried to befriend me just to get close to her," Ji-yong had once complained, shaking his head. "It’s irritating. I have to fight them off all the time."

Seung-hyun had laughed at the time, forced a smirk, and said something teasing like "Can you blame them?" But inside, it burned. Because he wasn’t one of those guys. He wasn’t trying to use Ji-yong to get to you. If anything, his friendship with Ji-yong was the only thing stopping him. But that didn’t matter. If Ji-yong ever found out, would he even believe that? Or would he group Seung-hyun in with all the others—just another guy he had to fight off? The thought makes his grip tighten around his glass. He can’t risk losing Ji-yong’s trust. Can’t risk losing you, even if he doesn’t have you to begin with. But then—

"Seung-hyun?"

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he barely manages to school his expression before you catch him staring.

"Mm?" He leans back against the chair, forcing a lazy smile. "What is it?"

"You were staring," you point out, returning the expression with your own knowing smile. 

"Was I?"

You hum in suspicion but let it go, turning your attention back to your phone. He exhales slowly, thankful for the escape. But as he watches you laugh again—completely unaware of the storm brewing in his chest—he knows he’s in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

Seung-hyun tries to pull his attention away, but it’s impossible. Every time you so much as shift in your seat, he feels hyperaware of your presence. He watches as you tuck your legs beneath you, completely comfortable in the shared space, the glow from your phone screen casting soft light across your face. It’s unfair how effortlessly beautiful you are.

"Okay, what is it?" You suddenly turn to him, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

He blinks, caught off guard. "What?"

"You keep looking at me."

His grip tightens around his glass, but his face remains unreadable—at least, he hopes. Years in the industry have made him an expert at masking his emotions. But you’re not just anyone, and you’ve known him long enough to see through the cracks.

"Maybe I just like looking at pretty things," he says smoothly, testing the waters. It’s not a confession, not really. Just a tease, something that could be brushed off if needed.

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. "If you’re trying to flirt with me, Seung-hyun, you’ll have to try harder than that."

His stomach twists, but he forces out a low chuckle. "Who said I was flirting?"

"You just called me pretty."

He smirks, lifting his glass to his lips to buy himself a second. "And?"

"And," you say, shifting to face him fully, "you’re being weird today."

Shit.

"Is that your way of saying you don’t want to be called pretty?" He deflects, raising a brow. "Because if that’s the case, I’ll take it back."

You tilt your head, considering. "No… I don’t mind."

His chest tightens. He wasn’t prepared for that. For a brief second, the teasing light in your eyes fades into something softer—something unreadable; dangerous. Something that makes his pulse quicken. But before he can even begin to process it, the front door swings open.

"Yo, I’m back—what the hell are you two doing?"

Ji-yong’s voice cuts through the air like a slap, and Seung-hyun immediately straightens. Nothing. The two of you were doing nothing. But Ji-yong is already eyeing him suspiciously, and Seung-hyun has to swallow down the guilt that rises in his throat.

"Seung-hyun was just flirting with me," you say casually, stretching your arms above your head like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Seung-hyun almost chokes.

Ji-yong freezes mid-step. His eyes narrow as he looks between the two of you, and Seung-hyun feels his stomach drop.

"You what?"

You’re laughing, amused by the reaction, but Seung-hyun knows better. Ji-yong isn’t amused. He squints at the two of you, his lips twitching like he’s trying to decide if he should actually be mad or just mess with Seung-hyun. Then he scoffs, shaking his head.

"Seung-hyun doesn’t flirt," he says, setting down the takeout bags he brought in. "He just stares longingly and hopes for the best."

Seung-hyun freezes. His heart nearly stops in his chest, the words hitting him like a truck. He feels his ears burn, his breath hitching just slightly—not enough for Ji-yong to notice, but you do. You rest your chin on your hand, eyes flickering toward him with a slow, knowing smirk. 

���Oh really?” You muse, voice just a little too innocent. “So, if someone were to catch Seung-hyun staring at them a lot… that would mean something?”

Seung-hyun exhales sharply, barely masking his internal panic. He doesn’t move—doesn’t dare to look at you—but you can practically feel the way he’s fighting not to react.

Ji-yong, still oblivious, laughs as he pulls out a pair of chopsticks. “I mean, it’s just how he is, but if you ever notice him doing it too much, it probably means he—”

Seung-hyun’s grip tightens around his glass. You watch him for a second longer, waiting, just to see if he’ll slip. And then, because you can’t help yourself, you tilt your head and hum, “Hmm… interesting.”

That’s all. No accusations, no pointed questions. Just a simple hum, but it’s enough. Seung-hyun stiffens almost imperceptibly, and that’s how you know. He’s terrible at hiding things from you. You bite back a grin, dragging your gaze away from him as if you’re letting it go. As if you’re not planning to have way too much fun with this later.

Ji-yong, still completely in the dark, slides a takeout box toward you. “Anyway, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

You nod, reaching for your food, but not before sneaking one last glance at Seung-hyun—just in time to catch the way he exhales, relieved but wary, like he knows exactly what just happened. And from the way his ears are tinged pink? He knows he’s not getting out of this easily.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

You don’t bring it up immediately. That would be too easy. Instead, you let the knowledge simmer, tucking it away like a secret weapon for later. Seung-hyun, to his credit, manages to keep himself composed—at first. He’s always been good at masking his emotions, keeping his thoughts locked away behind that cool, unreadable expression.

But you? You know exactly how to get under his skin. It starts small. Barely noticeable things, except to him. The next time you’re all together, you catch him staring again—just for a second, just long enough for his gaze to flicker away when you turn to him.

So you smile, sweet and knowing. “Careful, Seung-hyun,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. “You’ll give a person the wrong idea if you keep looking at them like that.”

His reaction is priceless; to you, at least. A subtle shift in his posture. The slight clench of his jaw. The way his hand tightens around his drink. But he doesn’t say anything. Just gives a low hum, as if dismissing your words entirely. Oh, he wants to play it cool? That’s fine.

Next time, it’s over dinner at Ji-yong’s place. Everyone is chatting, the conversation flowing easily around the table, but you notice how Seung-hyun is quieter than usual. Not in a bad way—just observant, as always. And still watching you, so you decide to test something.

You tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. Then, deliberately, you drag your gaze over to him—slow, intentional, like you’re studying him this time. The second his eyes meet yours, you smile. He blinks. Just once. Then, ever so slightly, he shifts in his seat. You nearly laugh. Too easy.

Ji-yong, oblivious as ever, waves his chopsticks in the air as he talks. “I swear, people always think I have to be the one fighting off guys who try to get close to her, but most of them don’t even get the chance. They panic before they can even try.” He laughs, shaking his head. “It’s kind of funny, honestly.”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider. “You think that’s true, Seung-hyun?”

Seung-hyun, who had just taken a sip of his drink, nearly chokes.

Ji-yong barely notices, still caught up in his story. “I mean, come on. Most of them don’t even have the nerve to look her in the eye for more than two seconds.”

Seung-hyun swallows thickly, clearing his throat. “…Right.”

You bite back a grin. “So, what does it mean when someone does keep looking?”

There it is. That half-second pause, the slightest flicker of panic in his dark eyes.

Ji-yong just shrugs. “Who knows? Maybe they’re a fan, or they have a death wish.”

You fight the urge to laugh, because Seung-hyun is struggling now. He shifts again, fingers tapping against his glass like he’s mentally searching for an escape route. You’d almost feel bad for him. Almost. His gaze flickers up to you, just for a second, and something in it makes your breath catch. Despite his flustered state, there’s something else there too. Something unreadable. Something deep. And suddenly, you’re the one caught in the game you started.

You’ve been playing this game for days now, and Seung-hyun is cracking. At first, he was good at keeping himself in check. A composed nod here, a neutral hum there. But you’ve been relentless—small, teasing glances, light brushes of your fingers when passing him something, sweetly innocent questions that leave him stiff and silent. The best part? No one else seems to notice.

Until tonight.

You’re at the studio with Ji-yong, Seung-hyun, Youngbae, and Daesung, all gathered in the lounge after a long day. The conversation is light, full of easy laughter as takeout containers litter the table.

Seung-hyun, as usual, is sitting a little farther back, comfortable but observant. He’s listening more than speaking—though you know that’s only because he’s still trying to figure out how to handle you. You, of course, have no intention of making that easier.

“Hyung, you’re too picky,” Youngbae is saying, pointing at Seung-hyun. “You always turn down girls who like you, and then you complain that dating is a hassle.”

“I don’t complain,” Seung-hyun corrects smoothly.

Daesung snorts. “You so do.”

Youngbae nods, grinning. “Right? You never even give them a chance.”

Your lips curl. Interesting. You tilt your head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? Is that true, Seung-hyun?”

The way his shoulders immediately tense is so satisfying. He doesn’t look at you—just takes a sip of his drink, as if buying time. “I’m just selective,” he mutters.

Daesung grins. “Selective? More like impossible to please.”

Ji-yong chuckles, shaking his head. “You guys act like he doesn’t have standards. Maybe he’s just waiting for the right person.”

Your smile grows. Oh, this is too easy. Leaning forward slightly, you rest your chin in your hand, looking directly at Seung-hyun. “And who is the right person, exactly?”

There’s a split second where his fingers tighten around his glass—just enough for you to notice. The air shifts just enough for him to notice. And now? He’s stuck.

Daesung lets out a dramatic sigh. “We may never know. He’ll take his secrets to the grave.”

Youngbae laughs. “Seriously, what kind of person would pass your test?”

Seung-hyun clears his throat. “I don’t have a test.”

You hum, tapping a finger against your lips. “No test? So technically, anyone has a chance?”

Finally—finally—he looks at you. Dark eyes, sharp and guarded, like he knows exactly what you’re doing. It’s thrilling. But he’s not getting out of this that easily. Tilting your head slightly, you keep your gaze steady, your tone light. “Or maybe you just like to admire from afar?”

The tension in the air is almost imperceptible—just a little too thick, just a little too charged. And you know he feels it too.

But before he can even attempt an answer, Ji-yong groans. “God, this is getting sad. Maybe we should set him up with someone.”

“No.”

“Whoa, okay. That was dramatic.”

Daesung snickers. “Did you already have someone in mind?”

You see the way Seung-hyun clenches his jaw, the way he’s fighting so hard to keep himself neutral.

And you? You love it. You give him one last knowing glance before turning back to your drink, sipping casually like nothing just happened.

“Yeah, Seung-hyun,” you muse. “Do you?”

He definitely stops breathing for a second.

And you? You just sit there, perfectly innocent, perfectly unbothered—because this game isn’t over yet. Not even close. As soon as the words leave your lips, you see it happen. 

Youngbae’s eyebrows rise. Daesung's mouth parts slightly. A slow, mischievous grin starts creeping onto their faces as realization clicks. Seung-hyun knows it too. You watch his fingers tighten slightly around his glass, his expression frozen in carefully manufactured indifference. But it’s useless—they see it now.

“Oh,” Youngbae breathes, leaning back against the couch. “Ohhh.”

Daesung barely contains a laugh, nudging Youngbae. “Wait, wait. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Youngbae smirks. “That depends.”

Ji-yong, oblivious as ever, frowns at them. “Thinking what?”

Seung-hyun shoots them both a warning look—sharp, desperate. But that only makes it worse.

Daesung bites his lip, struggling to hold back his amusement. “I mean… you did say earlier that Seung-hyun doesn’t flirt—he just stares longingly from afar.”

Youngbae nods sagely. “And that sounded ridiculous at first, but now? Now, I think maybe—just maybe—it’s not so ridiculous.”

Seung-hyun exhales through his nose, clearly trying to keep himself together. “You’re both idiots.”

“Ohhh, but are we?” Daesung teases.

Youngbae snickers. “So, hyung. When were you gonna tell us?”

Seung-hyun’s jaw tightens. “Tell you what?”

Youngbae grins, clearly enjoying this way too much. “That you have a little crush—”

“I don’t.”

Daesung gasps dramatically. “So defensive!”

Ji-yong squints at them. “Wait, what the hell are you guys talking about?”

Uh-oh.

This is the perfect moment to intervene. You tilt your head, feigning confusion. “Oh, nothing, Ji.” Then, you shoot a pointed look at Youngbae and Daesung, warning them silently. Don't you dare.

For a second, they actually consider it. Then, Youngbae huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Nothing, nothing. Just messing with Seung-hyun.”

Ji-yong, thankfully, lets it go, rolling his eyes. “You guys are annoying.”

Seung-hyun, meanwhile, looks like he’s never been so grateful for anything in his life. But just when he thinks he’s safe, you lean slightly toward him, voice soft enough that only he can hear.

“You didn’t deny the staring part, though.”

Seung-hyun freezes. You don’t wait for him to respond—you just smile sweetly, reaching for your drink like nothing happened. But you can feel him watching you now, even as the others shift back into normal conversation. This game is far from over. You can feel the tension radiating off of him, but you don’t acknowledge it. No, you keep your expression cool, your smile perfectly neutral, as if you haven’t just rattled him to his core.

Although, Youngbae and Daesung aren’t done: the story isn’t complete yet, not now that they’ve picked up on something else, there’s no way they’re letting it go. But instead of targeting Seung-hyun this time, they turn to you.

"So," Daesung starts, far too casually, leaning forward with his chin resting on his hand. "I’ve been thinking."

Youngbae hums in agreement. "A rare occurrence, but go on."

Daesung ignores him. "We've spent so much time focusing on his love life—or lack thereof—but we haven’t asked about yours."

"Oh, come on. I’d know if she was dating anyone." Ji-yong immediately scoffs.

You chance a glance at Seung-hyun out of the corner of your eye. His jaw barely tenses. It’s subtle—so subtle that no one else would notice. Nobody else should have noticed. But you do. Unfortunately, so do Youngbae and Daesung.

The former tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your expression. "Then tell us, Ji-yong. When was the last time she had a crush?"

Ji-yong pauses, frowning. "How would I—" He stops. Blinks. Then turns to you. "Wait, yeah. When was the last time?"

Your fingers tighten slightly around your drink. You can’t hesitate. If you hesitate, they’ll know. So you take a slow sip, letting them stew for a second. Then, with an infuriatingly innocent expression, you shrug. "Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I have one right now."

Lies. Seung-hyun shifts next to you, just barely. You can feel his eyes flicker toward you, even though he knows better than to look directly. Youngbae and Daesung share the same knowing—smug—expression.

"You don’t think you do?"

"That’s a funny way to put it."

You tilt your head slightly, playing along. "Is it?"

Seung-hyun shifts again. This time, Daesung definitely notices. His smirk grows.

"Hyung," he says, turning back to Seung-hyun with a far too innocent expression. "What do you think?"

Seung-hyun doesn’t look up from his drink. "I think you two should mind your business."

Youngbae chuckles. "Uh-huh. Sounds like someone who wants an answer, though."

You hum, tapping your fingers against your glass. "Yeah, Seung-hyun. Do you want to know?"

This time, he does look at you. It’s brief—so brief that, again, no one else would pick up on it. But you see it. The way his eyes flicker with something unreadable. Something he can’t mask fast enough.

And unfortunately for you—this time, you react. Your breath catches. Not audibly, not dramatically—just a small, split-second hesitation. The slightest widening of your eyes. A flicker of something vulnerable, something exposed, before you can pull your guard back up. But it’s too late. Because Youngbae sees it. And Daesung definitely sees it.

The shift in their expressions is instant. Youngbae’s smirk freezes mid-form before morphing into something far more intriguing. Daesung’s eyebrows lift slightly, his gaze darting between you and Seung-hyun like he just stumbled upon the greatest inside joke of all time. And that’s when you realize. They know. Not just about Seung-hyun, but about you.

Your heart drops.

Daesung leans back slightly, arms folding across his chest. "Ohh," he hums, voice dripping with realization.

Youngbae exhales, eyes flicking toward Ji-yong—who, miraculously, is still oblivious—before settling back on you with pure amusement. "Well, well, well."

"Oh, shit," Daesung giggles to himself, eyes widening just slightly before his grin turns absolutely devious.

Youngbae presses his lips together like he’s holding back laughter. "Wow."

They know. And they are going to make your life hell.

Ji-yong just laughs. "She wouldn’t go for someone like Seung-hyun anyway."

Silence.

You blink. Seung-hyun goes rigid.

And Daesung and Youngbae?

They are eating this up.

"Wait, wait, wait." Daesung holds up a hand, grinning wildly. "Someone like Seung-hyun? What does that mean?"

Ji-yong shrugs, completely unaware. "I mean, he’s just—he’s Seung-hyun."

Youngbae leans in, "and that means?"

Ji-yong frowns. "I don’t know! He can be… serious and weird and…" He pauses, then snorts. "And terrible with feelings."

Seung-hyun exhales slowly, probably debating multiple ways to kill him.

Daesung turns back to you, eyes twinkling. "Well? What do you think? Would you ever go for someone like Seung-hyun?"

"What?" You blink, suddenly way too aware of all their eyes on you.

Daesung leans forward, eyes gleaming. "You got real quiet there."

Youngbae grins. "Yeah, she did."

Ji-yong tilts his head, confused. "What, does that mean yes?"

Your face heats instantly. "No!"

Daesung and Youngbae exchange a look once more.

Youngbae lets out a low whistle. "That reaction was way too strong."

Ji-yong narrows his eyes at you now, completely focused. "Wait. Do you actually have a crush on someone?"

Your heart is beating out your chest, you are sure you can hear the blood in your veins.

Abort. Abort.

"I—" You shake your head, your face growing hotter by the second. "That’s not—"

"Oh my God," Daesung breathes. "You do."

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Stop."

"Nah, this is too good."

Ji-yong, however, is not grinning. He crosses his arms, scowling. "Why wouldn’t you tell me?"

You shake your head, scrambling for some kind of escape. "Because it’s not a big deal, and that’s not exactly something I’d tell my own brother or his little friends!"

"Not a big deal?" Daesung whistles. "That was a huge reaction, though."

Youngbae nods in agreement. "Yeah, and it’s someone in our circle, isn’t it?"

Ji-yong scoffs. "Well, obviously. She barely hangs out with anyone outside of us." Then his eyes narrow again. "Wait. Who?"

You don’t dare look at Seung-hyun now. Not when you know Youngbae and Daesung are already onto you. Not when your traitorous face is burning.

Seung-hyun, to his credit, stays completely silent while he’s staring at his drink. He hasn’t said a word, hasn’t moved, hasn’t breathed too hard—probably terrified that any sudden motion will make this whole thing explode in his face.

And honestly? You’re starting to panic, too.

Ji-yong’s narrowed eyes haven’t left you once since Daesung and Youngbae started their little game.

"You know," Ji-yong muses, tilting his head, "I tell you everything. But you’re keeping secrets?"

You groan. "Oh my God. It’s not a secret. It’s just not important!"

Youngbae leans in, grinning. "That’s funny, because the more you say that, the more important it sounds."

Ji-yong points at him. "Exactly! Thank you."

Daesung hums, nodding. "It’s definitely someone we know."

Ji-yong stills. His gaze sharpens. "Ohhh," he drawls, realisation settling in. "Wait. Wait. You do like someone here."

"No, I—"

"I knew something was off!" Ji-yong cuts in, pointing at you now. "You never get flustered like this unless you’re hiding something. That’s so suspicious."

You huff, crossing your arms. "You’re so dramatic."

"You’re so obvious!"

Daesung chuckles. "It is kind of obvious."

Youngbae sighs wistfully. "I remember when she used to be good at hiding things."

You glare at both of them. "You two are the worst."

"Yeah, yeah," Ji-yong waves you off. "Just tell me who it is."

You scoff. "No."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Excuse me?"

"No."

"No?" He gapes at you. "Are you kidding me? I tell you everything!"

"I didn’t ask you to!"

"That’s not the point!"

"It absolutely is!"

Youngbae and Daesung exchange a look.

Youngbae whistles lowly. "Oof. That’s gonna sting, Ji."

Ji-yong scowls again, waving a dismissive hand. "I don’t keep secrets from her. She’s just a terrible sister."

"Oh, my God." You roll your eyes. "So dramatic."

He turns back to you, jabbing a finger in your direction. "I will find out."

You stare at him, unimpressed. "Congratulations?"

Daesung snorts. "Oh, she’s playing dirty now."

Ji-yong groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Just tell me."

"Just drop it."

He scoffs. "Never."

You cross your arms tighter, not breaking eye contact. Ji-yong mirrors you, narrowing his eyes. A stand-off.

The tension between you is so thick, even Seung-hyun shifts slightly—probably torn between horror and amusement.

Ji-yong exhales sharply, then gestures vaguely toward the rest of the group. "Fine. We’ll just narrow it down. If it’s someone we know, then it’s—what, one of our staff? A manager? One of the dancers? A trainee—"

"Or someone in this room?"

Your breath catches. Too long. You hesitated too long. And Ji-yong—God bless his overly suspicious little brain—zeroes in immediately. His whole expression shifts. 

"Wait." You swear the entire air changes. "Wait, wait, wait." Ji-yong's eyes narrow, scanning the room. "Is it—" He turns to Youngbae. "It’s not you, right?"

Youngbae almost chokes on his drink. "Uh—no."

"Daesung?"

Daesung lifts his hands innocently. "Not me either."

Ji-yong’s eyes flicker toward Seung-hyun—

And then right past him.

He laughs.

"Pfft. Yeah, right. It’s definitely not him."

Silence.

A very loud silence.

You do not move.

Seung-hyun does not move.

But Daesung and Youngbae?

They both react.

Youngbae inhales too sharply.

Daesung bites his lip, looking far too amused.

And it’s so subtle—so quick—that Ji-yong nearly doesn’t catch it.

Nearly.

But then his grin falters.

And his brain starts thinking.

Processing.

Piecing things together.

"Oh," Daesung breathes, eyes wide.

Ji-yong frowns. "What?"

Youngbae exhales heavily. "Shit."

Ji-yong’s eyes narrow.

"What."

You swallow.

Abort. Abort.

Ji-yong glances at you first. Then at Youngbae. Then at Daesung.

And then, finally—

His gaze lands on Seung-hyun.

And Seung-hyun?

Seung-hyun is way too stiff. Too silent. Too composed.

Ji-yong squints at you, then at Youngbae and Daesung, who both look like they’ve just uncovered the juiciest secret in existence.

“…What?” he asks, suspicious.

“Nothing,” Youngbae says way too quickly.

“Absolutely nothing,” Daesung echoes, nodding along.

You, however, are still reeling. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, pooling in your cheeks, but you force yourself to scoff, rolling your eyes as if you have the upper hand. “You guys are so weird. Can we move on now?”

Ji-yong’s suspicion deepens. His gaze flickers between you and Seung-hyun, then back to Youngbae and Daesung, then back to you.

“…Wait.”

Oh no.

Your stomach clenches as Ji-yong tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. He’s staring at you the way he does when he’s trying to remember song lyrics—turning things over in his mind, waiting for the right pieces to snap into place.

You scramble to act normal. Which, in this moment, means doing everything but that.

“You’re being dramatic,” you say, waving him off. “Seriously, drop it.”

But now he’s really looking at you.

And then—he looks at Seung-hyun.

Seung-hyun, who has been painstakingly silent this entire time.

Ji-yong’s expression shifts. He doesn’t say anything right away, but something about his eyes sharpens. His lips press together, and his fingers drum idly against the side of his knee. He’s definitely putting something together.

Your chest tightens. “Ji-yong—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupts, sitting up straighter, pointing a finger at you. “Why are you getting all defensive?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You so are—”

“I—oh my god,” you groan, throwing your hands in the air. “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re hiding something!”

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are!”

Youngbae clears his throat, clearly enjoying the show. “Should we step outside?”

Ji-yong shoots him a glare, but you can tell his focus is still on you. His mind is whirring. You can practically hear it.

Then—

His gaze flicks to Seung-hyun one more time.

And something clicks.

His face doesn’t shift immediately. It’s a slow transition, like the sun creeping over the horizon. The slight widening of his eyes. The realization settling into his features. The way his posture straightens just a little as understanding dawns.

He exhales sharply, eyes narrowing. “…No way.”

Your heart stops.

Youngbae and Daesung freeze, giddy anticipation all over their faces.

Ji-yong leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. And when he speaks again—

His voice is much lower.

Much more dangerous.

“…Who is it?”

Your pulse is hammering.

Ji-yong’s eyes are locked on you, sharp with suspicion, like he’s hunting for something—waiting for the tiniest misstep, the smallest flicker in your expression that will confirm his theory.

You can’t let that happen. So you straighten your spine, forcing an incredulous scoff. “Are you serious right now?”

Ji-yong’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Who is it?”

“There is no it!”

“There is, and you’re being so obvious.”

“I’m not—”

“You so are.”

“I literally—”

“You literally suck at lying.”

Your frustration spikes. “And you literally need to get a life—”

“I will when you tell me—”

“Oh my god, Ji-yong—”

“What, is he some industry guy?” He presses, cutting you off. “Someone I know?” His voice takes on a slight edge. “Someone who’s trying to use you? Because I swear—”

“You don’t have to fight every single guy who dares to look at me.” You snap.

“You think this is about me fighting them?” He gestures wildly. “You have no idea how many guys I’ve had to deal with over the years, okay? You’re too nice, and they take advantage of that—”

You throw your hands in the air. “Oh, I’m so sorry for being nice, Ji-yong. Clearly that’s such a character flaw—”

“You’re missing the point!”

“You’re missing the point!”

“What is the point!?”

“THE POINT IS—”

And then, all at once, you remember your audience.

The room is dead silent. Youngbae and Daesung are both sitting completely still, eyes ping-ponging between the two of you with rapt fascination. They’re loving this.

Seung-hyun looks like he’s about to die. His entire posture is rigid, his jaw tight, hands clasped together like he’s physically holding himself in place. He’s been silent this whole time, which is suspicious on its own, and you know Ji-yong’s going to notice that if he hasn’t already.

You have to shut this down. Fast. So you exhale sharply, pulling your expression into something cool and unaffected. “You know what?” you say, voice suddenly light, like this isn’t the most stressful moment of your life. “Believe whatever you want.”

Ji-yong’s eyes narrow. “Oh, now you wanna stop talking?”

“Yup,” you chirp, standing up. “I’ve decided I’m bored.”

“Bullshit.”

“Too bad,” you retort, spinning on your heel, already making your way toward the door.

“Hey—”

“You guys have fun figuring out whatever,” you call over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

And with that—you leave. You’re not even thirsty, you just needed some sort of excuse to get out of there. Your heart still hammering, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. Although, you only make it to the hallway when you hear hurried footsteps behind you. Oh, for fuck sake…

“You really think you can just walk away?” Ji-yong’s voice is sharp, his steps closing in before he cuts you off completely, stepping in front of you. His arms cross, expression unreadable.

You sigh, already exhausted. “Ji-yong—”

His eyes flicker between you and the room the two of you had just left, the door still wide open. You watch as he begins to truly piece it together in real time. Oh shit.

He doesn’t even have to say it. You can see it in his face. The realization clicking into place.

You shake your head immediately. “No. Nope. Nope. Don’t even—”

“Seung-hyun…? Seriously!?”

“I—”

“It is!”

“Ji-yong!”

He laughs, but he is not amused. It’s half disbelieving, half ‘what the fuck.’ Then, his entire expression shifts: the teasing drops, his jaw tenses and his posture straightens. Suddenly, you realize your brother is pissed. 

Too stubborn to back down, you mirror his expression. “You’re acting like I committed treason, or something.”

Ignoring your comment, he shoots back with, “does he know?” 

Your patience snaps like a thread pulled too tight; a thread that had been holding on for a little too long.

“Oh my god, Ji-yong! Do you even hear yourself?” Your voice is sharp, raw—laced with something deeper than just frustration. “Every single time I try to live my own life, you have to get involved! You act like I can’t make my own choices, like I need you to filter every guy before I’m allowed to like someone—do you even realize how controlling that is?”

Ji-yong blinks, stunned—like he wasn’t expecting you to actually snap this time.

But you’re not done.

“You sit here and wonder why my friends disappear,” you spit, voice shaking with the force of your anger, “why people don’t stick around—but maybe it’s because the second they get too close, you come barging in like it’s your business. Like you have the right to decide who’s good enough for me.”

His lips part like he wants to argue, but you cut him off with a sharp, bitter laugh.

“And the worst part?” Your chest heaves. “You don’t even see it. You don’t see what you’re doing. You don’t see how exhausting it is to have your own brother constantly standing in the way of every single connection I try to make.”

Ji-yong’s jaw tightens, but you don’t care.

“I’m so tired of this, Ji-yong,” you grind out, voice low, but heavy with everything you’ve been holding back for years. “And I’m so tired of you acting like it’s your job to control who I let into my life.”

Silence.

A thick, suffocating silence where Ji-yong just stares at you, eyes flickering with emotions you don’t have the patience to decipher.

But you don’t wait for him to speak. You step around him, and this time, he doesn’t stop you. This time, you leave—anger burning in your veins, hands trembling, throat tight. This time, Ji-yong finally realizes he might have actually pushed you too far.

Back in the lounge, the room is dead silent. Nobody speaks. Nobody even moves. 

Seung-hyun sits stiffly, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turn white. Across from him, Daesung and Youngbae exchange wary glances, but neither of them says a word. They don’t need to. Because the moment Ji-yong walks back in, it’s over. His face is eerily blank—too controlled, too calm—but his eyes? His eyes tell Seung-hyun everything.

Ji-yong knows.

Seung-hyun barely breathes. The weight of Ji-yong’s stare feels heavy, pressing into him like a slow-building storm. It’s not just anger—it’s betrayal, confusion, something deeper that Seung-hyun can’t quite name.

Finally, Ji-yong exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. He lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “You know,” he mutters, voice quieter than usual, “if someone tried this, I always figured it’d be some asshole I’d have to deal with.” His jaw clenches. “Not you.”

Seung-hyun’s stomach tightens. Daesung and Youngbae are still silent, watching like they’re caught in a war they never signed up for.

Ji-yong lets the quiet stretch between them, running his tongue over his teeth. Then, finally—softly, almost like he doesn’t even want the answer—he asks, “How long?”

He could lie. He could deflect, like you had tried so hard to. But the truth is, he doesn’t even remember when it started. When admiring you from afar turned into this. Whatever this is. When his restraint became a constant battle. When he started memorizing the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you’re teasing someone—when it became so hard to look away.

Ji-yong exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

But his voice isn’t just angry. It’s conflicted. Because that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s Seung-hyun. Not some random guy using Ji-yong to get to you. Not someone who would break your heart without a second thought. It’s his friend. Someone he’s known for years. Someone he trusts.

And yet, you’re his sister. His little sister.

Seung-hyun clenches his jaw, watching as Ji-yong rubs his temple, like he’s trying to will away the entire situation.

“You—” Ji-yong exhales, frustrated, torn, his emotions battling just beneath the surface. “You’re a good guy, hyung, I know that. But she’s—” His voice falters. “She’s my sister. She’s my responsibility. Do you get how hard that is? Do you get why this isn’t just—” He gestures vaguely, frustration thick in his movements. “Why this isn’t just something I can ignore?”

You’re his little sister. The one he’s protected since childhood. The one he’s chased off guys for, the one he’s warned every single friend about. You’re the person Ji-yong has practically raised alongside his career—the one thing in his life that has never been negotiable.

His voice drops lower. Dangerous.

“She’s not some girl you can just admire from across the room.” His eyes are sharp, unwavering. “She’s not a fling.”

Seung-hyun’s chest tightens. “I know that,” he grits out.

“Do you?”

The air feels thick. Youngbae and Daesung exchange a glance, but neither interrupts. They know better.

Ji-yong shakes his head, pacing once before turning back, voice rising slightly. “Do you even know what it’s like? Every guy that’s tried to get close to me just to get to her? The ones that act like her friend until they think they have a shot?” His hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea how many people I’ve had to shove out of her life, how many assholes I’ve had to warn to stay the fuck away—”

“Do you think I’m one of them?” Seung-hyun cuts in. His voice is steady, but underneath it is something sharp.

Ji-yong falters.

Seung-hyun steps forward now, his own frustration building. His heart is pounding, his hands are shaking, but his voice? His voice is calm. “Do you think I’d ever do that to her?”

Ji-yong doesn’t answer right away, but Seung-hyun sees it—the hesitation. The way something flickers in Ji-yong’s eyes, something that looks like doubt. Not doubt in him, necessarily. Doubt in himself. Because he knows Seung-hyun isn’t like the others.

But it doesn’t make it easier.

He turns abruptly, heading for the door, but before he leaves, he stops—just for a second. Then, without looking back, he says, low and dangerous—

“If you break her heart, I don’t care who you are—I will kill you.”

And then, just like that, he’s gone. The silence he leaves behind is deafening.

Seung-hyun lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Youngbae and Daesung don’t say anything. They don’t need to.

And now, the real question is… what happens next?

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How It All Began: The Tonight Era

Hi again!! The creative juices were FLOWING this weekend so here is part 3 of Y/N & Seunghyun’s love story.

Feel free to let me know if there are any particular moments in BigBang’s timeline that you’d like to see Y/N inserted into.

This is the LONGEST fic I’ve written, coming in at a whopping 5.5K word count.

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Fem!Reader

Trigger Warnings: A sickening amount of fluff

Enjoy! xx

“Goooood Morning!”

Y/N was surprisingly cheery after flying for about 12 hours non-stop. She stood outside of the airport, camera in hand, as she buzzed with excitement. She had never been to the west coast of America before, let alone Las Vegas, but she was ready for the adventure. Daesung and Taeyang were the first to step outside into the lukewarm Nevada breeze after Y/N, both of them with giddy smiles on their faces. Taeyang with his sunglasses on and Daesung pushing a cart that carried his luggage.

“Noona, how can you be so cheery? It’s almost 1 a.m. back home,” Daesung laughed. Y/N smiled back, zooming in on his adorable face with the camera.

“I’m just naturally a morning person, Dae. And let’s not forget that we’re in LAS VEGAS,” she sighed happily, before the sound of someone scoffing behind Daesung caught her attention.

“‘Morning person’ my ass. She’s cheery because she’s slept 10 out of the 11 hours we flew AND she’s not the one dragging her heavy bags around,” Seunghyun tutted, his eyes squinting as he came out into the sunlight, his beanie lightly askew. He wore Y/N’s backpack on his back as he pushed the cart containing both his and her bags. Y/N zoomed in on his face, laughing as he gave her an unimpressed look through the camera that held no actual annoyance; his eyes gave away his playful demeanor.

All jokes aside, Seunghyun would have carried Y/N herself on his back if she had wanted. She had no idea that Seunghyun would happily give her the world if she asked for it.

JiYong stepped out from behind Seunghyun with his own cart, giving Y/N a peace sign before pushing forward. Daesung and Taeyang were jumping around as they all waited for the rest of the crew members to load up the vans. The weather was lovely; the breeze was warm as it blew across all of them, wrapping around them like a comfort blanket. The plan was to ride straight to the hotel to relax for the day, before Daesung had to film his part of the music video later that evening.

As BigBang’s official/unofficial social media leader, Y/N was in charge of filming everything during their time in Vegas. She was told she had to “make sure she got ample footage” for the behind-the-scenes backlog, content for the fans, and for the potential BigBang documentary that was currently in talks. Y/N was happy to oblige; a free trip to Las Vegas with her friends was hardly a reason to complain. She had already updated the BigBang Facebook page with photos of the guys lounging at the airport, and posted on her Twitter account about their whereabouts for this week. She was ready to do her “job” wholeheartedly.

If anyone were to ask her today, she would have told them that even if she hadn’t been asked to tag along for “work”, she would have gone to Vegas with the boys regardless. As if she would let Seunghyun visit Sin City without her. Don’t get her wrong, she trusted him implicitly. But she wasn’t blind; at the ripe age of 24, that man could have any woman he wanted with a single smirk and tilt of his head. And Y/N would rather eat raw tree bark than let another woman have him. Not that she would ever admit that out loud.

Y/N panned the camera around slowly, getting shots of the Nevada desert mountains visible in the distance from the airport before catching Seunghyun in view as he crossed the street to where she and Daesung had wandered off to. God, had he always looked this good? It had been 16 years since Seunghyun and Y/N had become friends, and she cherished every single moment of it. But somewhere along the way, she fell deeply in love with him.

She couldn’t even tell you when it happened, just that it did and she had no control over it. Everything about Seunghyun made Y/N’s heart flutter. His eyes, and the way they shined with mirth when he was about to do something mischievous. His smile, both genuine and warm whenever it was aimed at something (or someone) he liked. The sound of his deep timber as he spoke; Y/N was convinced that she could listen to him read from an encyclopedia and never complain.

Her heart melted at the sight of him, every single time. But again, she refused to tell Seunghyun that. What if he didn’t feel the same? The secret of her amorous thoughts was going with her to the grave. An early grave at that, if he continued to walk around looking this good.

Seunghyun pulled his beanie off his newly white-dyed hair, giving Y/N a smirk and a nod as he walked forward, finally reaching the curb, his own duffle bag in hand while her own bag was still on his back. The vans had finally arrived and the rest of the crew/team began to load up the trunks.

“And how are you feeling this fine morning in Vegas, Seunghyun-ssi?” Y/N asked playfully, smiling as she looked at Seunghyun from behind her lens. Seunghyun’s voice felt like it was caught in his throat at the sight of his best friend. The wind blew harshly, Y/N’s hair swaying every which way. She would huff and say she hated how unruly her hair got. Seunghyun would swear that she was heaven-sent.

He smirked back at her beautiful face, pausing to stand still in front of her camera. “Great actually, I’m still in my pajamas” he joked, and Y/N took a moment to pan the camera up and down to capture his full ensemble, the colorful designs on the hood of his sweater matching that of the cuffs of the sweatpants. He looked effortlessly handsome, the little dimple in his cheek deepening as Y/N let out an appreciative and teasing whistle. Seunghyun shook his head at her, chuckling deep as he moved past her and towards the trunk of the final van to stow away the bags he was carrying.

The drive to the hotel took about a half an hour; everyone in the van Y/N was in had fallen asleep due to the jet lag, including Seunghyun, who found himself with his head on Y/N’s shoulder and his arms crossed across his chest. Taking in the rare moment of privacy, Y/N turned her head to admire Seunghyun’s sleeping form.

The perfect slope of his nose, his long eyelashes that most women would be envious of. The way his eyebrows had relaxed while he slept, contrasting to their usual sharp demeanor. She pulled out her phone and took a quick picture of him looking as peaceful as he did. She then decided to take a few more pictures, turning her phone around, taking silly selfies of herself with a sleeping Seunghyun.

Y/N adjusted slightly in her seat to make him more comfortable, and it seemed to work as Seunghyun unconsciously snuggled closer to her. Y/N fought the smile creeping on her cheeks, looking around to make sure everyone else was truly asleep before leaning over slightly to her right, and pressing her lips against Seunghyun’s forehead. The kiss was gentle and quick, as Y/N worried he might wake up at any moment. She kept her lips pressed against his skin for barely a second longer, capturing it with her camera before putting it away. If she had just looked at the photo she had taken instead of putting the camera away, Y/N would have noticed the pink tinge on Seunghyun’s cheeks, and the slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

If you asked Seunghyun today, he would have told you that he was never really asleep during that car ride, and that he would have faked being asleep for hours if it meant that he could cuddle with Y/N.

When they arrived at the hotel, Y/N waited until the last possible moment to wake Seunghyun up. To make sure he was well-rested, of course. Totally not because she didn’t want the moment to end. “Seunghyun,” Y/N whispered softly, gently rubbing his shoulder as she turned her body towards him. “We’re here at the hotel.” He began to stir, eyes fluttering before opening completely. His eyes looked up at Y/N, meeting her gaze immediately. The look in his eyes was soft, a small smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“Hi,” he said before slowly sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. Y/N immediately missed his warmth.

“Hey you. Sleep well?” Y/N smiled at him, and Seunghyun felt his heart stutter, doing his best to straighten out the sleeves of his hoodie as a distraction. His familiar smirk graced his lips in response. “Of course, I did. I had the best pillow,” he teased before opening the door closest to him and hopping out. He held out his hand to help Y/N out, ever the gentleman.

The hotel in front of them was gorgeous. YG was known to not spare a single expense when it came to his prized boy group, and this was no different. The tall building of the 5-star hotel glimmered in the sun as everyone stared in awe. The excitement continued to build as everyone stepped inside.

“Noona, are you seeing this?” Taeyang asked, as he marveled at the hotel lobby, raising his sunglasses over his eyes in awe. Y/N nodded, momentarily speechless as she pulled the camera out and began to film. She turned the camera to the boys, hoping to catch their genuine expressions.

“Welcome to Vegas, boys!” She smiled as they all laughed along, standing together to pose as someone else from the crew began to take photos of them.

“Y/N, come here! Take a picture with us,” Jiyong called out, waving her over. She happily walked over, and the boys parted in the middle, letting her be the fifth member of their group.

To this day, that photo in particular remains framed and on display in Y/N’s house. Seunghyun would have taken it down ages ago, seeing as they had many other photos together that were much better than the jet-lagged smiles portrayed in this one. However, the photo served as a reminder of the trip that would be a turning point in their relationship.

YG managed to book a total of 10 rooms. One for each member, one for Y/N, one for the female guest star for the music video, and four other rooms for the crew members and managers. One of the rooms was a massive suite that everyone would ultimately hang out in, as it had the largest balcony in the hotel. Perfect for filming a scene for the music video and for taking excellent photos of the guys against the Las Vegas backdrop. Y/N, Seunghyun, and JiYong were on the 9th floor, while Taeyang, Daesung, and their guest star were on the 7th floor. The rest of the cast and crew were scattered, but the balcony suite was up on the 15th floor.

As luck would have it (or perhaps it was less luck and more fate), Y/N’s and Seunghyun’s room were right next door to each other, while Ji’s was across the hall. Once entering, Seunghyun immediately opened the connecting door, using his suitcase to keep it open so that he and Y/N had their own makeshift suite. Y/N flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes and relishing in the soft bedding. She turned to her side to find Seunghyun staring at her softly, smiling at her.

“You did it, Seungie. Las Vegas with your band. Can you freaking believe it?” She whispered, patting the spot next to her on the bed for him to join her. “I’m so proud of you,” she said vehemently. He sat down on the bed, his eyes trailing over Y/N’s face as she faced him while lying back on the bed. “Couldn’t have done it all without you,” he said earnestly, and Y/N couldn’t hide the blush creeping up her neck.

“Don’t say that, I haven’t done anything. You, Seunghyun. You did this, along with the guys. Your music speaks to people, touches people in ways I always knew it would. I’m so incredibly proud of you. Just promise you won’t leave me behind when all the ladies in the casinos ask you for your number,” Y/N teased lightly, deflecting the attention away from her and her racing heart.

But Seunghyun wouldn’t have that. He needed her to know the truth. That he wouldn’t have made it without her. That none of this would have been possible for him if she wasn’t involved. That he couldn’t give a flying fuck about the women in the casinos. Or any woman for that matter that wasn’t her. Seunghyun’s eyes burned into Y/N’s, almost willing her to read his mind, to feel what he felt.

He reached over tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing her cheek as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze never leaving hers. Y/N was sure that the entire 9th floor could hear the thudding of her racing heart. Her breath caught, and she waited patiently for Seunghyun to speak.

But before he could say anything, a sharp knock at the door broke through the tension, and the moment was lost. Y/N internally sighed before she got up and opened the door to find the rest of the three boys, with massive smiles on their faces, as they tried to contain the energy that was just bursting at the seams. She laughed as she let them in, all of them as proud and as giddy as they could possibly be.

Once the sun had fully set that evening, Y/N was called to film behind-the-scenes footage for Daesung’s portion of the music video at the nearest motel set, leaving Seunghyun with an empty two-room suite. Y/N came back at around 3 a.m. to find Seunghyun fast asleep on her bed. Too tired to even question it, Y/N washed up and got into her pajamas before climbing in next to her best friend and passing out almost immediately, but not before leaning over and kissing Seunghyun on the cheek.

The next morning, Y/N found herself in the large suite with the rest of the guys and the YG crew as they went over the game plan for the next few days. Y/N was roaming around the room, filming everything and everyone for content. She had been introduced to Chloe Bennett the night before, and the girls hit it off right away. Being the best English speaker among the group (and the only other female), Chloe immediately felt drawn to Y/N, asking about their trip and their plans for the week.

“Okay, but be honest, you’ve got to be going stir crazy after spending all your time with four guys, right?” Chloe asked, making Y/N laugh out loud as she nodded.

Across the room, Seunghyun’s eyes immediately turned to Y/N at the sound of her laugh. It was subtle and subconscious at this point; his eyes and ears were so tuned in to Y/N’s presence. His focus returned to the conversation about shooting locations, but his heart was always in sync with Y/N’s. Lovesick idiot.

“I won’t lie, the levels of testosterone drive me insane at times. But they’re all a bunch of mushy babies, so it’s easier to tolerate than you’d expect,” Y/N gushed, giggling along with her new friend.

Everyone eventually made it to the first shoot location of the day: a vintage casino sign junkyard. It was incredibly cool, seeing all the classic and timeless hotel and casino signs. Everyone was explicitly instructed not to touch a single thing, and while they were all professional, they were also in their early to mid-twenties. Which meant that chaos was just around the corner. Y/N walked around with her camera, recording everything in sight. Seunghyun, ever the adult, stared seriously into the camera and gave his introduction.

“We’re in Las Vegas, and this is Big Bang’s first day of filming for the ‘Tonight’ Music Video,” he said stoically, leaving Y/N biting her lip to keep her laughter in. This was a stark contrast to the man who was jumping on his bed with her and the rest of his friends the afternoon before. But she understood how his mind worked, and how he liked to give off the air of professionalism when at work.

She was sure it wouldn’t last long, and she was right. After a few promotional photos for the group were taken, Y/N found herself recording Seunghyun and Jiyong as they jumped around like fools, trying to warm themselves up from the slight chill in the morning air.

Chloe sat on the nearest folding chair, watching Jiyong attempt what he called the “nunchuck” dance, while Seunghyun jumped in place, kicking his legs out with each hop. Daesung joined them, giggling at Ji’s ridiculousness. All three of them laughed at each other, along with a few members of the crew.

Jiyong pretended to throw his imaginary nunchuck to Daesung, who caught it, moving his arms around dramatically before tossing the imaginary stick over to Seunghyun. Not one to be “uncool” in front of so many people, Seunghyun just stood there, arms crossed.

“Oh come on, hyung! Do the dance!” Daesung whined.

“What on earth are you guys even doing?” Seunghyun asked with a smile on his face, his voice full of mirth.

Jiyong rolled his eyes playfully, “Geez, you’re not even that much older than us,” giving Seunghyun a shove, the older man giggling at himself for having gotten under his friend’s skin. Y/N made eye contact with Chloe from over her camera and shook her head, as if to say “see what I deal with?” before turning the camera back around.

Seunghyun, who was still smirking at himself for successfully annoying Jiyong, stepped away, walking nonchalantly towards Y/N. Camera still in hand, Y/N decided to give him a quick once-over to show off his outfit.

“Well, don’t you look extra handsome today,” she cooed, smiling at him, purposely putting him on the spot. Seunghyun tried his best not to smile back, pursing his lips while actively fighting the blush threatening to take over his face.

“Stop exaggerating, Y/N,” he ordered, his voice coming out much shyer than he would have liked. He pursed his lips even more, his smile threatening to break through. “It’s the truth! You know I’d never lie to you,” Y/N’s voice rang out, causing Seunghyun to shake his head before deciding to turn the tables. He grabbed the camera from Y/N’s grasp and turned it so he could film her.

“Seunghyun, wait, stop,” Y/N laughed, moving forward to take the camera back. She grabbed onto his arm, but Seunghyun used his height to his advantage, raising the camera above his head, chuckling at the sight of her reaching for it. Y/N didn’t realize how close she had gotten to Seunghyun in her attempts to retrieve the camera. She stretched and reached up as far as she could, her chest completely pressed against his as she laughed.

“Okay, fine! You win,” she relented, causing him to bring the camera back down. Seunghyun’s laugh was infectious, and Y/N couldn’t help herself from smiling at the sound. Seunghyun pointed the camera at his social media guru, backing away slightly to make sure she was fully in frame.

“There she is! Go on, give us a twirl,” he teased, giggling even more as Y/N spun around slowly, a fake scowl on her face. “Are you done? Can I have the camera back now?” Seunghyun pretended to think about it. “Mmm, I don’t know. I’m going to need some persuading,” he said, before grinning wide and tapping his cheek. Y/N gawked, blushing at his request. “You’re serious?” She asked, tittering.

“Po Po,” was all he said, turning his cheek towards Y/N playfully. She sighed and leaned forward, pecking his cheek gently before pulling back. Seunghyun grinned, happily handing the camera back to Y/N.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he replied, winking. Y/N was about to ask him what had gotten into him, but before she could, Seunghyun was called back over by the music video director. He walked backwards for a second, still smiling at Y/N before turning around and focusing on work once more. Y/N was left stunned, cheeks tinged pink and aching from the smile that hadn’t worn off yet.

Taeyang eventually came over to where Y/N was stationed, and she decided to film him, asking him questions about the shoot to get some actual behind-the-scenes footage. Taeyang, ever the sweetheart, began to genuinely answer Y/N’s questions and gave her a brief tour of the surrounding area where he had just filmed. This would be the perfect content to use, in case YG wanted nothing to do with the silly dancing and joking around from earlier.

The next hour was spent recording the boys in their true element as they filmed scenes for the music video. Y/N had uploaded plenty of content to the social media pages, liking comments and responding to the funnier ones. Fans loved the crumbs she fed them and happily thanked her in the comment sections as well.

Before Y/N could set her camera down for a quick lunch break, she heard Daesung calling out to her.

“Noona! Can you tell hyung to stop holding my hand like this? People are going to get the wrong idea,” an exasperated Daesung whined, being accosted by the very handsomely dressed Seunghyun.

“If I hold on to you, then all my burdens slip away. Don’t you want your hyung to feel happier? Holding your hand makes me happy,” Seunghyun rationalized playfully as he grabbed onto Daesung’s arm, Y/N laughing as she filmed it.

“Why are you holding onto his arm like that, Seunghyun?” Y/N asked for the camera.

“Honestly? I just like the feel of the material of his shirt,” he replied.

“Really?” Daesung giggled, and Seunghyun looked him in the eye seriously. “Nope, I lied. I just like holding you.” Both Y/N and a few members close enough to hear laughed, and Seunghyun smiled wider, once again proud to be the reason for Y/N’s joy.

“Noona, give me the camera. I can’t deal with this,” Daesung laughed, pulling away from Seunghyun and taking the camera from Y/N as he began to film. She waved at the camera before she turned and grasped Seunghyun’s hands in hers. She began pulling on his hands as if to make him dance with her. Seunghyun was purposely stiff, refusing to dance, but unable to hide his smile.

“Oh, is this how it’s going to be? You’ll hold Daesung’s hands but you won’t dance with me? Unbelievable!” Y/N whined dramatically, smiling at Seunghyun and letting go of one of his hands.

But before she could get far, Seunghyun pulled her back forcibly, causing her to stumble back into his arms, her back pressed against his chest before he spun around, lifting her off the ground slightly. Y/N shrieked in surprise, laughing at being swung around repeatedly. Seunghyun laughed too, relishing in Y/N’s proximity. Daesung turned the camera around so that his face was visible while still capturing his two friends spinning behind him. He shook his head dramatically, as if exasperated at their ridiculousness.

Seunghyun eventually put Y/N down, reluctant to let go of her. Both of them smiled stupidly at each other as their chuckles died down. Y/N gently and lightheartedly shoved Seunghyun for swinging her around, and he smirked back, pretending she wounded him with the force of her push. Y/N walked off, still laughing lightly and let Daesung have the camera for a bit.

She grabbed a water bottle from one of the crew members and just as she took a few sips, Chloe walked up to her with a knowing smile.

“You guys are cute. How long have you two been together?”

Y/N almost choked on her water, pulling the bottle away as she coughed lightly. “What? Who?”

Chloe blinked at her, confused. “Uhh, you and Seunghyun. You guys are dating, right?” Y/N faced flushed, and she let out a small laugh, brushing off the accusation.

“Oh, no, it’s not like that. He’s my best friend. We’ve known each other for over ten years,” she said as nonchalantly as she could.

Chloe gave Y/N a knowing look.

“Is friendship in the desert with us? Because you two looked real cozy back there,” Chloe teased, refusing to believe what she was hearing. “Seriously, he looks at you like you hung the moon. Go play back some of the footage you took; he’s been flirting with you all day!”

Y/N chuckled, waving Chloe off. “He’s always like that once he gets comfortable.”Y/N was not an idiot and had noticed a change in the way Seunghyun acted around the second they landed in Vegas. He was more playful, more touchy-feely. But she refused to think about it, for fear of getting her hopes up.

Chloe saw right through the facade.

“Okay, well, if you’re both “just friends”, do you know if he’s single? He’s actually really cute,” Chloe baited, waiting to see what Y/N’s response would be.

At the teasing question, Y/N’s heart clenched…possessively? There’s no way she was actually jealous right now. Chloe was just fucking with her, right?

“Well, yeah, I mean, yeah, he’s single, but,” she stuttered, but Chloe laughed, cutting her off.

“Or you know what, I’ll just ask him tomorrow night when he and I film our scene together in the car,” Chloe winked, waiting for Y/N to say anything. Y/N just smiled, doing everything in her power to not let her mind spiral. Since when did she give a fuck if someone else thought Seunghyun was cute? Y/N knew her best friend was good-looking. She read all the typical fan girl comments all the time about how “sexy” Seunghyun’s voice was and how someone wanted to “ride him ‘til dawn”. But none of those ever pulled a reaction out of her the way Chloe’s question did.

Chloe was only teasing, of course. Anyone with eyes could see the utter attraction between Seunghyun and Y/N. She was shocked to hear that they weren’t actually together and decided that she would help her new friend out.

Before Y/N could say anything, an explosion of laughter could be heard from the other side of the set. Both girls turned to see what was going on, only to see Daesung, Seunghyun, and Jiyong with their jackets raised up, posing and shaking their asses around while Taeyang and a few other camera men clapped and whistled. Y/N shook her head, laughing to herself.

The rest of the afternoon went off smoothly, and before they knew it, everyone was back at the hotel. The guys were given the rest of the night off, so everyone agreed to wash up and rest for a bit before going out as a group.

As they entered their shared rooms, Y/N and Seunghyun both flopped on the bed.

“Okay, where’s the first thing you want to do tonight?” Seunghyun asked, looking over at Y/N.

She looked right back at him, a huge smile on her face. “Food. So much food. I don’t care what we all do tonight so long as we eat first.”

Seunghyun, being a foodie himself, chuckled before rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face into the duvet.

“God, I love you,” he groaned before rolling back over and giving Y/N one of his hundred-watt smiles. They’ve both exclaimed how much they loved the other countless numbers of times over the years, but something in the way he said it right now felt different.

Y/N smiled back and rolled over in the other direction so Seunghyun wouldn’t catch the blush creeping up her neck.

An hour later, Y/N was almost done getting ready to head out for dinner. Her mind had been on overdrive ever since this afternoon, thinking about what Chloe had said. Chloe was gorgeous…what if Seunghyun thought so too? What if Chloe asked him out, and he said yes?

“Hey, Seunghyun?” Y/N called out. A muffled “yes?” was heard from his side of the suite.

“What do you think of Chloe?”

“What?”

Y/N huffed, stepping out of the bathroom to repeat herself.

“I said, what do you think of Chloe?”

Seunghyun’s head popped into view from their doors connecting their rooms. He looked beautiful; his suit a sparkling gold with a white button down underneath.

“Yeah, I heard you. Why do you ask?”

Y/N sat on the bed to put on her heels, needing a distraction before speaking again.

“Oh. Just curious, I guess. She told me she thinks you’re cute. I was just wondering if you felt the same or whatever.” Y/N mumbled the last part, the clasp of her heel taking longer to strap closed as she shook from nerves. The bed beside her suddenly dipped, and she looked up to find Seunghyun seated next to her, reaching out for her leg. Y/N rolled her eyes and lifted her leg up, placing gently on Seunghyun’s lap so he could close the clasp for her.

“So, she thinks I’m cute? Do you think so too?” He asked, genuinely, not looking up at Y/N as he worked on the stubborn clasp. Y/N sighed, thinking he was teasing.

“I wasn’t joking, Seunghyun.”

“Neither was I,” he replied, looking back at Y/N, the clasp of her heel secure but Seunghyun didn’t let her leg go. Y/N’s heart began to race again as she stared directly at into his eyes, his gaze soft and inquisitive.

“I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met.” Y/N whispered, lowering her gaze, unable to think with Seunghyun looking at her the way he was. She felt his fingers cup her chin gently before raising her head up to meet his gaze again.

“Well, I think that I’m in love with you,” he confessed. Y/N could have swore that her heart stopped in that exact moment. She was stunned, unable to process what Seunghyun had just said. Her jaw slack, Y/N just stared at him in completely and utter disbelief. SeungHyun cleared his throat and chuckled nervously.

“Feel free to say something…anything. Now would be nice,” he teased. Y/N brought both hands up to her mouth, her right leg still on Seunghyun’s lap. She couldn’t believe it.

“Seunghyun, do you mean it?” She asked, voice still slightly above a whisper. Seunghyun nodded, a small sad smile on his lips.

“Yeah. I’ve loved for you as long as I can remember. You don’t have to say it back or anything, or feel the same way, or…” Y/N cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand.

“Sorry, but I needed you to shut up,” she giggled.

“I love you, too. I think I’ve loved you since you gave me that lollipop 16 years ago. I love you so very much, Seunghyun,” Y/N confessed, her smile wide as she pulled her hand back from his lips to find a similar smile on his face.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Seunghyun announced, ever the gentleman, asking for consent. Y/N nodded.

“You better.”

Seunghyun cupped Y/N’s chin with his fingers, tilting her face up, his eyes darting between hers and her lips before closing the gap between them. Y/N would tell you that in that exact moment, she felt the world stop spinning. The soft, pillowy feel of his lips against hers would be forever ingrained in her mind until the end of time. And Seunghyun was no different. Time had stood still and raced all at once the second he connected his lips to Y/N’s. The kiss was slow, passionate and full of 16 years of yearning.

They finally pulled back when oxygen became a necessity, their foreheads touching. Seunghyun gently rubbed Y/N’s calf with the hand that wasn’t cupping her face. The both of them had the goofiest smiles on their faces, but they couldn’t care. They were happily in love and nothing could bring them down from that high.

“So…Chloe thinks I’m cute?” Seunghyun teased, getting a playful groan from Y/N.

“Shut up, your ego doesn’t need any more inflating,” she giggled, finally bringing her leg off of his lap and standing up, adjusting her dress.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Seunghyun smiled brightly, and Y/N swore she fell a tiny bit deeper in love with him in that moment.

“Yeah, I do,” she replied, leaning back down to give him another kiss, cupping his face with both of her hands. When she pulled back, she gave his nose a quick peck before standing straight and holding out her hand.

“Now come on, I’m hungry and the night is still young. Let’s go meet up with everyone else.”

Seunghyun obliged, holding on to her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but he knew one thing: as long as Y/N was in it, that was all that mattered.

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How It All Began: Made Prequel: Livestream Practice

Couldn’t get this idea out of my head and wanted to share 😊

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Seunghyun x Fem!Reader

Trigger Warnings: the usual fluff

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“Okay, I think we can tackle Instagram Lives today. They’re easy and a super fun way to include fans in your everyday life. We can practice now if you’d like; I’ll have each of you start a Live so you can learn how to navigate it. Sound good?”

Y/N looked up from her phone to find all 4 of her friends staring at her like she had spoken a foreign language. She chuckled to herself and mentally counted to three before a chorus of questions hit her.

“Noona, how will I know if I’m live? What if I accidentally start a Live while in the bathroom?”

“Can people record Instagram Lives? If Daesung records himself in the bathroom, can I save it to my phone?”

“Yeah, if Daesung plans on recording himself while taking a shit, can I take screenshots to put in the group chat?”

“Hey!! I never said I was going to do that!!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing at the ridiculous questions being asked. “Okay!” she exclaimed, bringing both of her hands up to stop the chaos.

“Firstly, there will be no bathroom selfies or Lives of any kind. I’m STILL trying to scrub that selfie Seunghyun posted a few months ago off the internet. Thanks again for that, babe.” Y/N sighed, smirking at Seunghyun, who gave her an aegyo finger heart in return, his lips in the most adorable pout.

“Daesung, there’s no way you can accidentally start a Live, at least not that I know of. You and your bathroom trips are safe.

“Excellent question, Ji. Yes, people can record Lives and save them on their phone. Remember the saying “the internet is forever”? This applies here too. Anything you post, I can promise you, your fans will eat up, save, and haunt you with it for the rest of eternity.

“And yes, babe, you can take screenshots too. But like I said, anyone can screenshot, so make sure whatever you’re doing or saying isn’t compromising. At least for my sake as your social media manager,” Y/N begged jokingly.

“Now, who wants to go first?”

The boys looked petrified, nervous to accidentally do or say the wrong thing and have it turn into a meme. They all looked at each other before immediately whipping their hands out in front of them, starting a 4-way game of rock, paper, scissors. Daesung and Seunghyun were the first to win, before Jiyong successfully beat Taeyang.

Y/N wished in that moment that there was a camera she could look into, Jim Halpert style, so she could express her exasperation.

Taeyang had no choice but to go first, letting Y/N show him what to press. She sat next to him as he began his live.

“Yeoreobun!! Wait, how do I know if anyone’s watching?” Y/N pointed out the viewer count at the top right corner of the live. Taeyang nodded and kept on going.

“What’s up, what’s up? We’re here hanging out, testing out Instagram live. How are you guys doing tonight?” Taeyang addressed the viewers as if he were on stage and it was utterly adorable.

“Okay Tae, this is where the comments will start flowing up. It’ll be fast, so don’t feel pressured to read them all at once. Just read what you see and reply if you’d like. And the rest of you, log on to Insta on your phones and join Taeyang’s live so you can see what it’s like from a viewer’s perspective.”

The comments began to pop up:

“Hi Oppa!! We love you!”

“MIANHAE MIANHAE HAJIMAAAAA”

“Are the others with you, Oppa?”

Taeyang was able to answer the last comment.

“Yes! Everyone’s here with me, say hi guys!” Taeyang turned his phone around, and everyone waved and said hello. Y/N blew a kiss to the camera, and the comment section blew up with hearts.

“Woah, that’s so cool!” Daesung laughed, loving the excessive use of emojis.

“Look, someone said ‘Unnie is such a badass, We love you Y/N!’. Another person said ‘Damn, even Y/N’s voice is sexyyy! I’m lucky I get to hit that every single….hyung what the fuck?” Jiyong snickered as he realized the second comment was from Seunghyun.

The older man was sat back on the couch, phone in hand as it rested on his lap, a very proud grin gracing his lips. The others chuckled as Y/N gasped, reaching over and pinching Seunghyun’s jean-clad thigh.

“What did I just say about doing compromising things on live! You’re such a child,” she grumbled, biting back her own smile as to not encourage him. Seunghyun let out a little giggle, moving his thigh away from her assault.

Y/N leaned back over and showed her face on Taeyang’s phone, waving at the screen with a smile.

“Hi, hunnies! Glad you’re enjoying the live! I’m teaching these old men how to use Instagram. How am I doing so far?”

The comments blew up again, mostly full of praise for Y/N and jokes about how technologically deficient the four men were. A few sexual comments came through as well, as expected, from women who wanted to do explicit things to the guys.

Daesung let out embarrassed giggles, not wanting to read them out loud. Taeyang and Jiyong ignored them, while Seunghyun read them to himself with an amused look on his face.

That was, until a few sexual comments about Y/N began rolling in. She was used to it, usually ignoring the harmless comments until they passed by doing whatever she was doing at the time of the live. But Seunghyun was appalled.

He stared at his phone, eyebrows drawn and eyes wide behind his glasses. In a flash, Seunghyun sat up, leaning forward and grabbing the phone from Taeyang. He stared at the screen, actually he glared at the screen, as more comments flooded through, everyone now excited to see the rapper. A few seconds later, Seunghyun decided to speak.

“No.”

He then proceeded to end the live.

The room was silent for a total of 10 seconds before the 3 other members burst out laughing.

“Hyung, what the hell was that?”

“Did you just end the live because someone else called Noona sexy?”

The boys cackled, teasing Seunghyun mercilessly as he stared them down, his expression still stoic. He shrugged before replying.

“People have no respect,” was all Seunghyun said before another round of roaring laughter came from his bandmates.

It was only after he heard Y/N’s laugh start to mix in that he let his lips twitch up into a tiny smile. Y/N stood from her spot on the couch, crossing over a giggling and flailing Jiyong so she could reach her boyfriend.

“Awww, thank you for defending my honor, baby. You’re my hero.” Y/N said sweetly, reaching to gently cup his cheek, bringing his face down to meet hers before pressing her lips quickly against his.

Seunghyun let out a sigh, never getting over the feel of Y/N’s lips, even after all these years. He placed the palm of his right hand against the small of her back, steadying her and keeping her close. The pair pulled apart, Seunghyun smiling down at the love of his life.

“Mine,” he said in a genuine and playful tone, his smile never faltering.

“Always,” Y/N replied, the cacophony of laughter still surrounding them as she pecked his lips again blissfully.

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How It All Began: The Tonight Era II

Happy Friday babes!

Another mini chapter of HIAB has arrived.

Please let me know what I should write out next; I’m torn between some angst featuring Seunghyun & Y/N’s farewell before his departure to the military service OR some fluff showcasing Seunghyun & Y/N time in Texas for the Dear Moon Project.

Or if you have any other thing you wanna see these two in, please let me know!

Pairing: Seunghyun x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Trigger Warning: the usual fluff with these two, and some very mild spicy stuff in the bonus content at the end

This was inspired by an ask by the lovely @loveesiren

Hope you all enjoy!!

When Y/N and Seunghyun finally made it downstairs to meet with the rest of the gang for dinner, no one seemed to notice the change between them. The fact that they were holding hands when they stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby felt like a bigger deal to Seunghyun than it did to everyone else. Y/N was sure everyone could feel the 16 years of built-up and pent-up tension crackling between them. But no one seemed to bat an eyelash.

Or, that’s what they thought.

The first person to notice something was different was Daesung. He knew how his hyung was, how gentle-hearted and sensitive he was. He knew that sometimes Seunghyun carried all the burdens on his shoulders, even when he didn’t have to.

“Don’t worry, even if Hyung is sad, I’ll always make sure the rest of you are laughing and happy.” Seunghyun reassured his younger brother once after a few glasses of wine. Daesung went to interject, to tell his hyung he didn’t need to be sad, when the source of any happiness Seunghyun felt came into the room.

Y/N had walked over to where Seunghyun and Daesung were seated at the time, reaching over the table to grab her phone. As she looked through her notifications, she gently ruffled Seunghyun’s hair before heading back to where she had come from.

Daesung remembered the look on his hyung’s eyes as they followed Y/N; it was the look of longing.

But now, something was different. Seunghyun walked with a bit more confidence in his step, gliding towards them. As if he was floating on air. He was holding Y/N’s hand, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but Daesung did notice their fingers were intertwined instead of the usual hand-holding they were accustomed to. He smiled to himself.

“Finally! Let’s go, I’m starving.” Jiyong exclaimed, already moving towards the hotel exit.

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The next person to notice was Youngbae. Sweet, romantic Youngbae. He noticed the change in Y/N’s and Seunghyun’s dynamic the second everyone got into the car to head to their first stop of the evening.

It was a tight fit; the six of them fitting in the back of the town car required some maneuvering. The guys let Y/N and Chloe enter first; each girl took a seat by the car window, facing each other before the guys began filing in. Seunghyun got in after Y/N, squeezing into the spot next to her almost immediately. Once again, nothing new there. Seunghyun always sat next to Y/N if/when he could. Youngbae sat across from them, next to Chloe as Daesung and Jiyong took their seats and closed the door.

As the car began to move, easy conversations continued amongst the group. Chloe was showing Y/N the menu of the restaurant they were headed to on her phone. As Y/N leaned closer to see, she placed her hand on Seunghyun’s thigh to steady herself as she scooted forward. Youngbae quirked his brow at how Seunghyun leaned back in his seat as he spoke with Jiyong, his arm reaching behind Y/N to grip onto the car’s grab handle.

When Y/N was done looking at the menu, she leaned back into her seat, and that’s when Youngbae smirked to himself. Because when Y/N leaned back into her seat, Seunghyun casually let go of the grab handle, resting his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, all while her hand remained on his thigh.

Seunghyun continued the conversation he was having, his arm draped around Y/N like it was the most normal thing in the world. His fingers casually began to twirl a bit of her hair as he spoke, Y/N looking content.

Finally! Youngbae thought, as the scene before him told him everything he needed to know about his two best friends.

Lovesick idiots.

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Chloe didn’t need to know the two people in front of her long to see the obvious chemistry between them.

The group was currently at a lounge, having finished up dinner and wanting to go somewhere with a nicer vibe to relax and have a few drinks. The music was smoother than what would be in your average club, but the energy was the same: dimly lit, crowded, and fun.

Youngbae had stepped away to take a phone call while Daesung, JiYong, and Seunghyun went to the bar to grab drinks and snacks for the table. Chloe and Y/N were seated in a booth, bopping along to the music. Y/N pulled her camera out, taking a few selfies of herself and Chloe to kill some time.

The guys came back, each one of them carrying food and drinks for the table. Chloe accepted her margarita and thanked Daesung when she noticed Seunghyun handing Y/N her drink. The girl smiled at him, accepting her drink with a sweet “thank you”. Seunghyun smirked and nodded, adding an “anything for you, baby,” before winking and walking back to the bar to grab his own drink.

Chloe’s eyes darted between Y/N’s smiling face and Seunghyun’s relaxed posture at the bar.

“Uhhhmmmm, what was that?” Chloe asked, smirking at Y/N.

Y/N smiled at Chloe, shaking her head innocently.

“What was what?” She asked jokingly, knowing what the girl was alluding to.

Chloe laughed and nudged Y/N gently, as to not spill her drink.

“Oh my gosh! Finally! I’ve only known you for like 2 days and even I could feel all that sexual tension,” teased, wiggling her eyebrows. Y/N laughed, not having a rebuttal.

“What can I say? He is kinda cute, isn’t he?” She sassed at her friend, looking back at her boyfriend as he made his way back to the table. He sat down in the booth in front of Y/N, who looked at Chloe, before the both of them started giggling, clinking their drinks together in cheers.

Seunghyun, confused, gave a small smile and looked between both girls.

“What?” He asked. But the girls just started giggling all over again.

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The last person to put the pieces together was none other than the band gossip, G-Dragon himself.

After the lounge, the group found themselves at a casino inside one of the larger hotels on the strip. The casino was full of lights and sounds, and even connected to an arcade.

Everyone split up once they got their coins and tokens, going to whatever called to them. Jiyong roamed around after losing one too many tokens at the slot machines. He looked around to find what he should do next when he spotted Seunghyun and Y/N at the arcade side of the casino. They were currently playing a round of air hockey, Y/N’s laughter loud as she jumped in joy after scoring a goal. Seunghyun gave her one of his playful deadpan looks as he picked up the puck and placed it on the table before launching it at her side of the table. Y/N blocked it easily and shot it right back, scoring once more and successfully ending the game.

Y/N’s giggles were infectious and Jiyong found himself smiling along with Seunghyun who pouted as Y/N made her way over to his side of the table. She said something to him, and he lit up, grinning as he reached out to her and pulled her to him. Jiyong stared, his jaw slack when he saw Seunghyun lean down and give Y/N a kiss.

When the fuck had this happened?

He watched them break apart, smiling at each other, before Y/N pulled him towards the motorcycle arcade game. Instead of competing against one another, Y/N had Seunghyun sit on the bike, while she climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder, pecking his cheek as he smirked at her, before revving the engine.

Jiyong was at a loss for words. He had been rooting for his two friends to get together for YEARS. When on earth did that happen and why did he not know about it?!

“Ahh, so you found out tonight too, huh?”

Jiyong turned to find Youngbae behind him, smiling as he looked on at the couple.

“You knew about this? And didn’t tell me?” Jiyong whined, off-put that he was the last to know.

“I figured it out earlier tonight. I think it just happened while here in Vegas,” Youngbae rationalized, still smiling at his friend mischievously.

“But…you do know what that means, right? Pay up. I found out first.”

Jiyong rolled his eyes and huffed, pulling out his wallet and handing over $100. Youngbae began to pocket the money when they heard someone clear their throat behind them.

“Technically, I found out when they got out of the elevator in the hotel, holding hands with intertwined fingers…” Daesung said, his face smug and he held his palms out. Jiyong and Youngbae both groaned, sad that they had lost out to the youngest member.

Daesung smiled happily as he took the cash, turning his gaze back at their eldest brother and his now girlfriend, watching them finally get what they both deserve: happiness.

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BONUS:

“You sure you wanna plant air hockey? I’m really good at it,” Y/N teased as Seunghyun gave her a disbelieving look.

“Y/N, I’ve known you my entire life and I’ve never once seen you play air hockey. I think you’re bluffing,”

Y/N bit her lip, not willing to argue.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she singsonged, getting into position at her end of the table.

Within the first 2 minutes of the game, Y/N had scored 5 out of 7 of the winning goals. Seunghyun’s face went from surprised to playfully stoic, shocked that he was as bad as he was. Y/N couldn’t stop giggling at him, as he picked the puck out of his goal once again.

“We don’t have to finish Seunghyun, it’s okay,” she soothed, but Seunghyun glared, which made her laugh even more. After another 2 minutes, Y/N has successfully scored all 7 goals, and Seunghyun pouted playfully.

“Awww, I’m sorry,” Y/N cooed, walking over to where he stood. “To be fair, I did warn you,” she giggled as he pouted even more.

“Okay, what can I do to make it up to you?”

Seunghyun pretended to think about it, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes playfully.

“I have two requests,” he began, as Y/N nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“One: No more “Seunghyun”. Call me baby from now on” he smiled at her, watching her smile back at him sweetly.

“And two: I want a kiss, right here,” he tapped his lips, pouting them into a kissy face playfully as he reached for her, pulling her in close. Y/N immediately granted his wish, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips pressed against hers again. The kiss was sweet, and soft, and Y/N melted into Seunghyun’s arms.

They broke the kiss gently, smiling at each other.

“I love you,” he whispered, his dimples prominent.

“I love you too, baby,” she reciprocated, using his new nickname. Seunghyun shivered at the way of the term of adoration sounded in her voice.

“Oh look! Let’s go do that,” Y/N exclaimed excitedly as she spotted the motorcycle game. She pulled Seunghyun over and had him sit on the bike before she placed a few coins into the slot.

“Are you gonna try to beat me at this too?” He teased.

“Nope,” she said playfully as she straddled the bike from behind him, leaning forward and pressing herself against his back as she settled comfortably. Y/N reached forward, wrapping her arms around Seunghyun’s waist. She felt his warmth, her fingers splayed across his abdomen, feeling the soft material of his shirt and the hard planes of his abs underneath. Seunghyun tensed, doing his best to suppress a shiver at her touch.

Y/N rested her chin against his shoulder, smiling as she squeezed him slightly.

“This is much better,” she sighed, her lips very close to Seunghyun’s left ear. She felt him tense up, almost like he twitched in her hold. He chuckled deeply and began to select the parameter for the game. The motorcycle underneath them came to life, roaring as Seunghyun playfully revved the engine.

“You better hold on tight, I know a thing or two about motorcycles,” he boasted in a silly voice, making Y/N giggle in his ear. He leaned his head towards hers, almost as if he were ticklish from the way she laughed softly by his ear.

Y/N had a wicked thought and decided to let out a gentle breath against Seunghyun’s neck as he began the race. She immediately felt him tense in her arms, a slight shiver reverberating through him. Y/N then began to slowly kiss Seunghyun’s shoulder, letting her lips trail from his shoulder to his neck.

“Baby…what are you doing,” Seunghyun questioned, his voice shaky.

“Nothing…” Y/N whispered innocently as she trailed her lips further up, gently nipping on his earlobe while her hands roamed his chest. When she accidentally flicked his nipple through his shirt as she dragged her nails down his chest, Seunghyun lurched forward.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, losing balance on the motorcycle and dropping one of his legs down to stop them both from toppling over.

Y/N chuckled again.

“Keep driving baby,” she commanded softly in his ear, waiting until he obliged before slowly dipping her hands under his shirt. She slid her hands up, feeling the muscles ripple underneath her touch.

“Shit,” Seunghyun breathed, loving the feel of her hands on his body. He could feel the familiar tightening in his pants and knew he had to end this before he was forced to walk out of the casino with a raging hard on.

“Baby, wait,” he gasped with a slight hiss as she bit at his earlobe before soothing the assault with her tongue. Y/N loved the sounds of his breathy voice, waiting nothing more than to continue.

“Aww, you don’t want me to kiss you anymore?” She teased, trailing her fingers up his chest.

Seunghyun bit his lip as he let go of the throttle with both hand, reaching up to grip onto Y/N’s hands under his shirt. When he spoke, his voice was deep, almost gravelly.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and book a room at this fucking casino and show you just how much I want you to kiss me,” he looked at Y/N over his shoulder, a wicked smirk on his lips. Y/N chuckled in his ear again and Seunghyun felt his pants tighten even more at the sound.

“Fiiiiiine, I’ll stop,” she whined playfully, but not before leaning forward just a bit to capture his lips with hers. Seunghyun groaned lightly into the kiss, leaning towards her when she pulled back, as if chasing her lips.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered with a smile on his face, eyebrows raised. Y/N winked at him.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

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