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Choi Seunghyun x fem!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: sorry it took me a century. I have a pretty good idea of where we're going next so make sure you bully me into writing it thx <3

synopsis: what happens on Jeju island...

warnings: angst, brief mention of abortion, alcohol, cheating, panic attack/anxiety, Seungri is in a few parts

wc: 3.2k+

Seunghyun was out on the boat with Youngbae and Daesung, their laughter echoing over the water as they fumbled with the ropes and splashed into the waves. You plopped down in the chair beside Seungri, who was sprawled out, one arm draped over his face to block the sun.

"You didn’t want to go?" you asked, watching as Seunghyun attempted to regain his balance on the skis, only to plunge back into the water with a loud curse.

“My head’s still spinning,” Seungri muttered, voice thick with exhaustion.

You chuckled. “Drank too much at dinner?”

“Jiyong dragged me to the club.”

That made you pause, amusement dimming as you studied him. “Where’s Jiyong?”

Seungri let out a slow exhale, arm still covering his face as if shielding himself from the weight of the answer. “Dunno. Probably still laid up in bed with that girl he brought back.”

Your stomach clenched. The reaction was instant, unwelcome. You had no claim over him, never had. But you had never really pictured him with anyone else either.

You hummed softly, shifting your focus back to the boys on the water, forcing yourself to laugh as Seunghyun tumbled into the waves again. The moment passed, or at least, you convinced yourself it had. You needed to get away, to shake off the thoughts stirring in your head.

Rising from your chair, you dusted the sand off your legs. “I’m heading back to get ready.”

Seungri mumbled something in response, but you weren’t really listening anymore. The walk across the beach felt longer than usual, the sun heavy against your skin. As you reached your villa, you dug through your bag for your key card, the mundane task distracting enough—until a voice made you jump.

“Hi, Y/n.”

Your breath hitched. You turned sharply, heart slamming against your ribs.

Jiyong.

He sat on the bottom step of your villa entrance, his elbows resting on his knees, his head tilted up slightly as he looked at you. His board shorts hung low on his hips, an old t-shirt clinging to him. His shoes were nowhere in sight, his dark hair a disheveled mess, and his eyes—heavy, unreadable, full of something that made your throat go dry.

“Jiyong, what the fuck!” you yelped, pressing a hand to your chest.

A lazy smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Long night?” you asked, folding your arms, trying to play it cool.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Something like that…” His voice was low, rough, tinged with something you couldn’t quite name. He pushed himself up to stand, swaying slightly, and that’s when you caught it—the faint scent of tequila still lingering on his breath.

“You look like shit,” you muttered, unable to stop yourself.

He let out a soft chuckle, but it wasn’t amused. More like tired. Worn down. And yet, the way he was looking at you sent a shiver through your spine.

"Where's Seunghyun?" he asked suddenly.

You hesitated. "Out on the boat. Why?"

"Just need to talk to him," he said, voice thick and slurred.

“About what, Jiyong?”

A flicker of something crossed his face—mischief, darkness. The way he looked at you now, slow and calculated, sent your nerves into overdrive.

His lips curved slightly. “Guy stuff.” His tone was teasing, baiting.

Your jaw clenched. Your breath hitched.

“You know…” He took a slow step forward. “You left the door open last night.” His voice was quiet, but it wrapped around you like a noose. “Did you forget how loud you get, Y/n?”

Your stomach twisted.

He was toying with you. Poking at the raw edges of something you had tried to bury.

“I almost forgot about all those pretty little noises you make.” His voice dipped lower, thick with something dangerous. “It’s been so long…”

He was close now—too close. You could smell the alcohol, the remnants of cigarettes on his skin. And worse, you could feel the pull of him, that same magnetic force that had always been your undoing.

His fingers brushed against yours, light, barely there, but enough to send your pulse skyrocketing.

“Tell me something…” His breath ghosted over your skin as his dark eyes flicked down to your lips. “Who fucks you better?”

The air between you snapped. Without thinking, your palm met his cheek with a sharp crack.

Jiyong barely flinched, only exhaling as he reached up to rub his jaw. If anything, he looked more awake now, more present. He met your gaze, his smirk gone, something raw lingering in his expression.

You swallowed, your chest rising and falling with the weight of the moment. “Go sober up,” you said, voice firm, despite the way your fingers trembled.

Then you turned, marched up the steps, and slammed the door behind you, shutting him out—shutting out the past you thought you had left behind.

Only, your heart was still pounding. And Jiyong was still out there, watching.

Waiting.

Like he always did.

You locked the door with trembling fingers, the soft click echoing through the quiet villa like a gunshot. Your back hit the wood and you slid down, legs giving out beneath you as your body crumpled to the floor. The tears came fast, hot and uncontrollable, burning a trail down your cheeks as you pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs.

You hated this.

Hated what Jiyong had done to you. Hated the version of yourself who let it happen. Hated that even now, a part of you still felt tangled up in him—still aching in a way that wasn’t fair to Seunghyun. You were spiraling, suffocating in the truth you buried so deep, it throbbed like a phantom pain every time you looked into your boyfriend’s kind eyes.

Who did you think you were? Dating someone like Seunghyun—sweet, steady, loving—after spending months wrapped up in his best friend’s arms, panting his name like it meant something. After falling pregnant with Jiyong’s child… and letting Seunghyun hold you through every excruciating second of the aftermath. The abortion. The nights you cried yourself sick while he rubbed your back and whispered that everything was going to be okay.

He never knew. Not really. Not whose it had been.

And you… you let him believe the lie. Let him carry the weight of a decision that hadn’t even been his to make.

Did you really think you could pull this off? That you could love Seunghyun the way he deserved and somehow never let the past claw its way back into the present?

The thought alone made your lungs constrict.

Your chest grew tight, breath catching as the familiar ache of anxiety ripped through you. Shallow, uneven gasps escaped your throat as your head spun, and you stumbled toward the bathroom. You barely got the door locked before collapsing to your knees again and reaching for the faucet. Cold. You needed cold.

The shower hissed to life as you stepped under the icy spray, clothes still clinging to your body. The shock of the water stole your breath at first, but then slowly—finally—it grounded you. It numbed the shame, the fear, the weight of everything pressing down on your soul.

“Baby?”

You flinched, heart stuttering in your chest at the knock on the door. You hadn’t heard the front door open. Had it been minutes? An hour?

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun’s voice was soft, laced with concern.

You froze. The last person you wanted to face right now was him.

“Uhm… y-yeah! Just a sec!” you shouted, killing the water and fumbling for a towel.

“I saw Jiyong outside,” he continued. “He said you looked upset.”

Of course he did. Jiyong loved his little games. Loved pulling at your strings and watching you unravel. He knew exactly how to get under your skin—when to push, and when to act like he hadn’t done anything at all.

You opened the door slowly, towel wrapped tightly around you, and looked up at Seunghyun. His brows were furrowed, his gaze scanning your face with worried eyes.

Your eyes were red, swollen. Your lips trembled. But at the sight of him—only him—your breathing steadied. Not because the pain vanished. But because somehow, just being in his presence made you feel like you were allowed to survive it.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, stepping forward and pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you like you might disappear. “What happened?”

“I-I just had a panic attack,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

It wasn’t a lie. You’d had several since the abortion. But this one… this one had been ignited by guilt. Guilt laced with fear that maybe—just maybe—Jiyong would eventually tell him everything. That your world would shatter in an instant.

“Awh, baby… I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.” His fingers found your wet hair, gently combing through the tangles with such care that it only made the ache worse. “How can I help?”

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream at him for being so goddamn good to you. For loving you without question. For making you feel safe when you knew deep down you didn’t deserve him. Not after everything.

You wanted to confess right then and there—that you weren’t worth it. That you were a traitor. A liar. A coward.

But instead, you leaned into him. Because despite it all, you needed him. Desperately.

“I just want to spend the day with you,” you muttered. “I don’t want everyone seeing me like this. I can’t…”

That was all it took.

Seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his phone, sent a quick message to the group chat canceling the day’s plans, then turned it off without waiting for replies. You watched him do it, your heart aching as he tucked it away and wrapped his arms back around you.

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” he said simply. “My girl comes first. Always.”

Your throat tightened. “Thank you,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to ruin your vacation.”

“Ruin my vacation?” he repeated with a snort, nudging your nose with his. “I’m in a private villa on the beach with my beautiful girlfriend. It couldn’t possibly be ruined.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Because you could think of exactly one way it could all fall apart.

And he was outside, probably still smirking to himself like he hadn’t just shattered you with a few well-placed words.

You just had to make sure Seunghyun never found out.

Because if he did… you weren’t sure you’d survive losing him.

-

You spent the rest of the day tangled up in the sheets with Seunghyun, the two of you wrapped in a cocoon of lazy indulgence. Between stolen kisses over trays of room service, mindless movies playing in the background, and the kind of slow, unhurried sex that made your chest ache with tenderness, it was almost easy to forget the chaos that lived just outside the villa. By the time the sun dipped beneath the horizon, exhaustion crept into your bones like a lullaby.

You were on the edge of sleep, eyelids fluttering shut, your face buried against Seunghyun’s warm chest, when a sharp knock tore through the quiet atmosphere. You jolted, breath hitching as your heart kicked into gear.

“Who the fuck…” Seunghyun groaned, voice rough with sleep as he rubbed at his eyes. He tossed the blanket off and padded toward the door, hair tousled and jaw set in annoyance.

You leaned up slightly, peeking over the comforter, a mixture of curiosity and irritation blooming in your chest. When the door creaked open, the soft glow from outside revealed Jiyong and Seungri — clearly drunk, leaning into one another like they couldn’t hold themselves upright.

“Hyung! Come to the club with us!” Seungri slurred, his voice high-pitched and whiny as he threw an arm lazily over Jiyong’s shoulder. They were swaying slightly, eyes glassy with whatever cocktail they’d downed.

Seunghyun scoffed, a smirk curling at his lips. “The club? You two look like you need a babysitter and a damn nap.”

“Ahhh, come on! Just for a bit!” Jiyong said, his tone trying too hard to be lighthearted, like he wasn’t already unraveling at the seams.

“Me and Y/n were just about to go to bed,” Seunghyun replied, glancing back toward you with a sleepy grin. And just like that — you saw it. Jiyong’s face faltered. The second your name left Seunghyun’s lips, Jiyong’s smirk died, his expression flickering with something heavy, something sharp.

“Maybe another night,” Seunghyun added, trying to nudge the door closed.

“Ohhh, Hyung’s trying to get it in!” Seungri cackled, grabbing Jiyong by the arm and dragging him away. “Come on, there’s tons of girls at the club! Pussy for days, bro!”

“Have fun,” Seunghyun muttered, slamming the door shut with a finality that shook the frame. “Idiots.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What did they want?” you asked, your voice light, masking the twist in your stomach.

“Club,” he said, already crawling back into bed.

You hummed like it meant nothing. “Hope I’m not keeping you.”

“Don’t be silly. Why would I want to be surrounded by drunk assholes and loud music when I could fall asleep with my beautiful girlfriend beside me, listening to the sound of the ocean?”

That made you smile, despite yourself. You kissed him softly, a brief press of lips before curling against him. But the warmth in your chest didn’t chase away the cold sinking in your gut.

-

The next few days passed with forced normalcy. You went on hikes, spent long afternoons out on the boat, laughed over shared meals at fancy restaurants — but it was all undercut by a steady unraveling. Jiyong was drifting. You could see it in the way he staggered into breakfast smelling like regret and liquor, in the way Seungri followed him everywhere like a shadow with no mind of its own.

Even the others noticed. Daesung, Youngbae, Seunghyun — they all tried, cornering the two of them with quiet concern, but they got waved off like bothersome flies. Their managers gave it a shot too, stern words and sharp glances, but Jiyong was having none of it. The rockstar was in full self-destruct mode. Party or die.

One night, you sat beside Seunghyun at the bonfire, his arm draped over your shoulder, the fire warming your skin while Youngbae animatedly told some story. But your eyes weren’t on him — they were drawn to the other end of the beach where Jiyong was stumbling, dragging some girl you didn’t recognize back to his villa. Again.

You rolled your eyes, heart clenching. That same bitter, aching feeling crawled up your throat. Jealousy? No. Disgust? Maybe. But deeper than that — hurt. And guilt. And something you didn’t want to name.

“Hey,” you whispered to Seunghyun. “I’m getting tired. Think I’ll head back to the villa. You finish your beer.”

He blinked, looked at you like he was trying to read your face. “You sure, baby?”

You nodded, forcing a teasing smile. “Yeah. Have some guy time.”

He kissed you gently, his lips tasting of beer and affection. “See you soon.”

-

The villa felt colder without him. You tore through your skincare routine in silence, movements sharp, angry. You slipped into your pajamas, climbed into bed, scrolled mindlessly through Netflix — but you couldn’t focus. Because from the window, you could see the light still on in Jiyong’s villa. You didn’t want to care. You shouldn’t care.

Your foot tapped restlessly under the covers. You stared out at that damn villa.

“Goddammit,” you hissed, flinging the covers off and storming to the door.

You slipped on your sandals, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you took the long way around, skirting the beach to stay out of sight from the others. The humid night air clung to your skin, your black tank top and plaid pajama shorts doing little to hide the tremble in your body.

You didn’t knock. You threw the door open like you belonged there and stormed inside. One door was open — Seungri’s. Empty. But from behind the closed bedroom door, you heard it: the unmistakable whimpers and moans.

Your jaw clenched. You shoved the door open and barged in.

“What the fuck!” the girl shrieked, bent over on Jiyong’s bed.

Jiyong froze, positioned behind her, eyes going wide as he saw you standing there.

“Y/n—what the—”

“What’s your issue, Jiyong?!” you snapped, storming forward like the half-naked girl between you didn’t even exist.

He scrambled to pull out, tripping over himself to find his sweats.

“Ji—” the girl started, reaching for him.

“Piss off!” he barked, not even sparing her a glance as he locked eyes with you.

“You bitch!” she spat, grabbing her clothes. You just stared at the door until it slammed shut behind her.

Jiyong lit a cigarette with shaking hands, exhaling slowly. “You gonna tell me why you just cockblocked me, princess?” he asked, voice low, dangerous.

“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded.

“Like what?”

“Like a complete asshole. Drinking yourself stupid, fucking everything with a pulse, pushing everyone away—”

He scoffed, bitter. “Right. So you get to shack up with my best friend, but I’m not allowed to let loose?”

“It’s not about that!” Your voice cracked. “It’s about the fact that you’re spiraling and everyone sees it! Seunghyun is worried about you!”

He laughed. Cold. Empty. “Worried, huh? Or is he just trying to clean up my mess again?” He stepped closer. “So why are you here, Y/n? Jealous? Mad that I was fucking some other girl?”

You backed up, your throat tightening as he stepped toward you.

“Like when I heard Seunghyun making you beg the other night?” Another step. “Do you think this is easy for me? Watching you be his? Pretending I don’t care?”

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Ji… I thought you hated me.”

“Hated you?” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Y/n, I fucking love you.”

The words shattered you.

“I—” you started, breath catching.

“Yeah, maybe if I was a nice guy like him, you would’ve noticed. But I don’t know how to be soft, Y/n. I don’t know how to not ruin everything I touch.” He slammed his palm against his temple. “I’m fucked in the head.”

Tears burned your eyes before you could stop them. You surged forward, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss that stole the air from your lungs.

His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you onto him as his lips devoured yours. The bed was a blur. His hands, his mouth — all of it was fire. Familiar, hungry, wrong. But it felt so fucking good.

“I missed you,” he breathed, nipping at that sweet spot on your neck.

Then it hit you. 

“Shit.” You pushed him off. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He stumbled back, eyes wide, guilt already blooming in his chest. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friends girl. 

“You should go,” he said quietly, eyes glued to the floor.

You didn’t respond. You just ran.

-

You made it back before Seunghyun. Barely. You curled under the covers, heart in your throat, forcing yourself to breathe evenly as you heard his footsteps approaching.

The door opened. He stumbled in, smelling like the bonfire and too many beers. He stripped lazily and climbed in beside you, arms snaking around your waist.

“Mmm… love you so much, baby,” he mumbled, already half asleep.

You bit down on your lip, choking on a sob as hot tears slid down your cheeks.

He didn’t fucking deserve this.

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Summary: you make Daesung jealous at a party Word count: 1.8k Warnings: NSFW minors dni. Unprotected p in v.  Jealousy kink. Author’s Note: I got nothing, enjoy! 

Daesung had been watching you all night, laughing with your friends. The way your arm had lingered on Jiyong’s shoulder just a little too long. The way he’d smiled at you as if you were the only people in the world. His jaw tensed as you pointed out a piece of fluff on his face. His friends bashful smile as he wiped it off. 

He didn’t know how much longer he could handle this. He knew in his rational brain he had nothing to worry about with Jiyong, he was his hyung and a good friend who would never. But why were you laughing so much with him? It was driving him insane. 

Throwing down his napkin he stood up, deciding he’d had enough. Your laughter was abruptly cut off when you spotted your boyfriend walk over. His hand resting protectively on your shoulder as he shot daggers at Jiyong. Jiyong raised a brow at his friend before taking a sip for him wine.

“Alright there, bud?” 

“Yeah, I’m great.” Daesung was far from great. His jaw ticked and you could feel how rigid he was. 

“Why don’t we go?” You craned your neck to get a look at your boyfriend and surprised your giggle at his glare. 

“Yeah, sure.” His grip on your shoulder loosened and he stepped back, allowing you to stand. 

“Bye Jiyong.” You recognized what was happening and a playful glint filled your eyes as you leaned down to hug Jiyong goodbye. “Had a lot of fun with you tonight.” You planted an innocent kiss on his cheek, offered him a wink and turned to Daesung. 

“Yeah, let’s do it again sometime.” Jiyong teased back. 

Daesung had had enough. He nodded at his friend, grabbed your hand and led you out of the building. He didn’t speak a word the whole ride home, his hand possessively laid on your leg as he drove. You glanced at him, biting your cheek to keep from laughing at the look on his face. 

“You know, Jiyong said something interesting tonight, wanna hear it?” 

You knew it was wrong to bait your friend and his brother this way, but you liked it when Daesung was a bit riled up. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he tried his best to keep a cool expression as he shook his head. You let out a sigh, leaning your head back against the seat.  

The rest of the ride was silent, Daesung's hand flexing on the steering wheel every couple of seconds as his hand moved up your thigh. You smirked as he slid his hand under your dress, his fingers dancing along the thin material of your panties. 

You parted your legs ever so slightly and glanced over at Daesung. His eyes stayed glued to the road as he pushed your panties to the side, his finger running along your slick foaled. He moved another finger inside, pumping them in and out slowly before stopping altogether as he pulled into the drive. He brought his fingers up to his lips, licking the taste of you off him and your mouth fell open in shock.

He smirked at you as he got out of the car. You wanted to play with him, he was going to play with you right back. He moved around to your side, letting you out of the car, his arm around your shoulder as he led you inside.  Once you were inside, Daesung leaned in, giving you a quick kiss before letting you go and moving to undo his tie. 

“You ok, baby?” 

“Why did you do that, at dinner?” You cocked your head to the side as you sat your purse down. 

“Do what?” 

Daesung was into your little game now, and wasn’t going to be the loser anymore. He closed the small distance between you two, hands on your waste as he placed a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck. 

“You know what.” He whispered in your ear before pulling away from you.  

He was going to give you a complex, teasing you like this but it would be worth it in the end. Daesung jealous and a little possessive had always been extremely hot to you. 

“You’re not jealous that I was laughing with someone that wasn’t you, are you?” 

“No, of course not.” Dausung rolled his eyes and you smirked. 

“Good. Because you know he's not as funny as you.” You ran your hand up his chest, sliding them under his jacket before moving it off his arms. “Or as handsome.” 

He had to do something quick or he’d fold first, so he shrugged out your arms, removing his tie completely and putting a little bit more distance in between you. You pouted as you kicked your heels off. 

“Dae, please.” He looked back over at you with an raised brow. 

“Please what?” 

“Come here.” 

“Fine, but only because you need a reminder that you’re mine.” 

His lips were in yours in an instant, kissing you hungrily. Your hands made quick work of the buttons in his shirt before you were pulling them down his arms. His hands ran down your body, to your legs and he lifted you up and into the kitchen counter. Reaching behind you, he unzipped your dress and pulled it over your head. 

You moved slightly to remove your panties and Daesung’s fingers  found their way back to where they’d been in the car. He pumped in and out of you quickly, his thumb massaging your clit. His free hand moved to your breast as he toyed with your nipple. Your hands moved to undo his pants, your fingers brushing against his erection as you unzipped his fly. You cupped him through his boxers and he let out a groan as he broke the kiss, trailing a line of kisses down your throat and towards your breasts. 

His fingers curled inside of you and you let out a breathy moan, your hips rocking against his hand. He took your free breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple before continuing to tour your body with his lips. You pushed down his boxers, freeing his cock and nearly moaned at the sight of how hard he was as you began pumping him slowly, your other hand cradling his balls, applying pressure. 

“Fuck.” He moaned as his lips found yours again. 

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly, you could feel yourself getting closer. You matched his movements, your head falling back as his fingers curled inside of you again. 

“Please baby.” You moaned. 

“Please what?” He smirked as he removed his fingers.

“I need you.”

He moved your hands from his cock and lifted you from the counter in one swift movement, carrying you over to the living room. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” 

You obeyed and positioned yourself comfortably on the living room carpet. Daesung removed his pants and boxers fully before kneeling behind you. His hands ran down your back and towards your core again, running along your slit once more before he positioned himself at your entrance. He entered you slowly, your walls clamping down on him tightly and you both moaned as he bottomed out. His hands moved to your hips steadying you both as your back arched into his stomach. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” 

He pulled himself out fully before slamming into you roughly and your eyes closed at the feel of him. He moved on hand up your body, latching onto your hair as he pulled your head back. Your faces inches apart as he began thrusting in and out of you quickly. His lips on your neck, his tongue swirling around on your skin before he bit down, leaving a mark to remind everyone that you were his. 

He moved his other hand off your hip, grabbing your arm and guided your hand down to your core. As he thrust in you again, he places his hand over yours and you began to rub your clit in pace with him. The stimulation was all too much for you and you could feel yourself getting closer. 

“I’m so close, baby.” You moaned. 

He moved faster inside of you, feeling his own release getting closer. He dropped your hand as he felt you tighten fully around him and you let out a moan, body going stiff as you orgasmed. His cock twitched inside of you as you came around him and he followed close behind you, releasing inside of you. You stayed that way for a minute longer, catching your breath before he pulled out of you and released you from his hold. 

“Remind me to make you jealous like that again sometime.” You teased as you turned to face him. 

“We don’t need theatrics. If this is all you wanted, I’ll gladly remind you anytime you want it.” He leaned against the couch, pulling you to straddle his lap. 

You smirked as you moved against him, feeling him get hard again and leaned in to kiss him slowly. 

“Maybe it’s my turn to show you.” 

Daesung wasn’t going to complain if you wanted a round two or three and as if in instinct his hands found their way to your hips. You pumped his cock once for good measure before positioning him beneath you, lowering yourself on him slowly. 

Your hips rocked back and forth as you rode him tauntingly slow and he let out a moan. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm and knew it wouldn’t take long for either of you to come. His head rested against yours as his hips bucked into you. The slower pace was nice, a bit more intimate than what you had just done and you leaned in, kissing him slowly. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he helped guide you, moving you faster. Your tongues massaged each other, matching the pace of your slowed down movements. You swallowed each other's moans and as your stomach tightened, your orgasm getting closer you sped up your movements. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm over took you, Daesung following right behind you.  Your eyes stayed locked on his as you raised up, releasing him from your hold on him. 

“Come on, let’s get up to bed. We have a long night ahead of us.” Daesung stood up, helping you off the ground. 

A mischievous glint filled his eyes before he hoisted you up and carried you as he practically ran over to the bedroom. He needed to show you all night long just how much he wanted and there was no time to waste. You weren’t going to complain either as you two wound around each other in the sheets. No sleep would be happening that night.

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[maskedcrawford]

Surprise! Period.

Daesung x Reader

Summary: Daesung knows how bad your periods are and so he's more than happy to help you out with it.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of a period, but nothing descriptive.

A/N: This was such a sweet request, Anon thank you! I really hope you enjoy it! <3

Requests are OPEN

You lay on the couch, cramps coming in waves as your body tends to do each month. You pick up your vibrating phone and see you have call from your boyfriend.

“Hey, Dae,” you say both visibly and audibly tired. His usual happy go lucky smile is now a frown with furrowed brows.

“What’s wrong, jagi?”

“Just my period.” You yawn.

“Awww, my poor baby,” he coos as he opens the door to his apartment. You give him a half smile. And the two of you catch up briefly before your cramps get so bad you have to cut the conversation short.

Daesung hangs up the phone, his heart aching for you. He knows how bad your period can get, how bad you hurt and how it’s impossible for you to leave your bed some days. So he decides to do something about it.

-

The next day you’re curled up on the couch when you get a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” You shout too tired to answer properly. The door opens and you glance at it, expecting it to be the mail man or maybe your grumpy neighbor from across the hall, but to your surprise it’s Daesung.

“D-Daesung? Oh my God!” you shriek as you get up, despite the pain, and run to him. He sets the things down on the counter giving you the biggest and warmest hug.

“Baby I missed you,” you say as you lay your head on his shoulder. His body’s warm against yours, his scent, something of vanilla, sandalwood and unmistakably Daesung, fills your nostrils and you sigh in relief.

“I missed you too, Angel.” He whispers with a kiss to the side of your head. He puts up the medications, ice cream and treats, and you both get comfortable in bed, Daesung making sure your heating pad is working properly.

You get close to one another, your head on his chest as you lay against him and the movie in the background plays as you slowly drift off to dreamland.

Daesung, upon noticing your peaceful state, decides he’s going to clean around your apartment for you. He runs the vacuum quickly, washes the dishes in the sink, cleans up the bathroom, picks up any trash he sees and even places an order for dinner from your favorite restaurant to have it delivered. He, then, slips back into the bedroom, to see your just starting to wake up.

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs as he strokes your hair and bends down to your level. Your smile is sleepy and your eyes squint at him a little.

“Dinner is on the way if you want to get up,” he whispers looking at you lovingly.

“Mhm,” you say as you rub your eye.

“What day is it?” you ask still half asleep.

“Still Friday,” he smiles, “You slept that hard, huh,” you nod as he chuckles to himself. You get up from the bed, making your way into the living room as you notice the cleaner state of your home.

“Dae you didn’t have to clean up. I was going to,”

“You were asleep, you’re in pain and I’m here. There was no need for you to,” he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him as you both sit on the couch waiting for dinner. You’re in between his legs with your cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat plays in your ear. Along with the soothing circles he’s rubbing into your back, you’re sure you could fall asleep once again.

Dinner arrives and he pays for it.

“How much was it, I’ll send it back to you,” you grab your phone from the side table and he puts his hand up.

“Nope, I got it. You don’t pay for a thing when it comes to me,” he says with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He really did have to fight you sometimes because he literally tries to pay for everything if he knows you want something. Nails, books, something for you car, meals, you name it and Daesung knows about it, he's trying to pay for it.

You know better than to fight him by now and you slump your shoulders as he hands you your food.

“Thanks baby.” He gives you an award winning smile as you take the food from his hands.

-

That night the two of you are once again cuddled up in the sheets of your bed and you're playing with his fingers.

“I think you should come back with me,” he mumbles into your hair.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, us being long distance, it sucks. Traveling to see each other, I could be taking care of you like this all the time,” he says, a sort of domestic sounding voice arising from him.

“We will someday,” you say as you look up into his sweet dark eyes.

“But I have stuff I need to do here, first. But I’m not opposed to moving,” you say and he smiles.

“But for now,” you say, “Let’s just keep things the way they are. As bad as I miss you, when you surprised me yesterday it was like Christmas morning all over again.” He chuckles at your sweet sentiment.

“I can’t wait to have you home,” he says as he hugs you closer.

“Home is wherever we are together.” You whisper before ghosting your lips over his in a sweet, gentle, kiss.

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i love you seunghyun even if you’re a little gay

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[junnipop]

no i actually haven’t seen a cuter batman

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (3)

summary: 'finding their ticklish spot'

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong was not a man who did things in halves.

So when he decided to get your name tattooed on him, he didn’t just hide it somewhere small and subtle - no.

He went all in.

Big, bold, and scrawled right across his ribs.

“Ji…” You traced the ink with your fingertips, in complete shock. “It’s - ”

“Sexy?” he smirked, showing off his latest body art.

“Huge.”

He laughed, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his chest. “Of course. So there’s no missing who I belong to.”

The tattoo was beautiful, the black ink standing out against his skin, the permanent reminder that no matter where he was, he was yours.

And once it was fully healed, you had a habit of tracing it whenever he was shirtless - which was often, because Jiyong loved skin-to-skin.

But that’s when you noticed something interesting.

Because the moment your fingers lightly skimmed the letters, he flinched.

He was fresh out of the shower, sat beside you on the end of the bed - wrapped in a towel and on his phone when you leaned over to touch the scripture. “Ji?”

“Mm?” His voice was too casual.

You narrowed your eyes, trailing your fingers along his ribs again - this time, softer.

Jiyong nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Yah!” He twisted away, batting at your hand like a cat. “Don’t.”

“Jiyong…” You inched closer with a mischievous grin.

“Jagi - no!” He stood, grasping the towel so it didn't fall, eyes wide with suspicion.

But it was too late.

You were never letting this go.

Now that you had unlocked this new information, you spent every opportunity testing it.

His arms? Nothing.

His back? Nothing.

But his neck tattoo?

Oh. Oh.

The first time you dragged your fingers over it, sitting beside him in the car, he shivered.

“Jagiya,” he warned, voice lower than usual.

You smirked, rubbing over the ink again. “What’s wrong?”

Jiyong groaned, grabbing your wrist - holding it still. "I'm going to crash the car."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that you were so ticklish." You giggled, amused by his sensitive squirming.

He moved your hand from his neck to rest in his lap as the lights turned from red to green.

"M'not ticklish," He murmured with a pout.

But that night, when you got into bed, you noticed something strange.

Jiyong was bundled up.

Scarf, hoodie, even the blanket wrapped around him like a shawl.

“…Ji,” you blinked. “What are you doing?”

Jiyong didn’t even look at you. “Sleeping.”

You stared. “It’s the middle of summer.”

He simply reached for the remote and cranked the AC higher.

You gasped, immediately pulling the bedsheets tighter around yourself. “It’s freezing now!��

Jiyong hummed, completely unbothered. “I run warm.”

You scowled. One would run warm when they wore a scarf to bed.

Still, the cold forced you to do what you always did - crawl up against him for warmth.

Which, of course, was exactly what he wanted.

Jiyong sighed in contentment, pulling you closer, smug as hell. “Mmm, I love this part.”

But as the minutes passed, you felt him start to shift uncomfortably.

His fingers pulled at the scarf, his breathing got a little heavier, and a thin layer of sweat formed at his temple.

Because no matter how stubborn Jiyong was, there was no way he could sleep with all that on.

Perfect.

If he was going to make you cold, then you were going to make him hot.

Slowly, innocently, you ran your hands up his chest, letting your nails lightly scratch against the fabric of his hoodie.

“Ji,” you purred, kissing his jaw.

He shifted. “Hmm?”

You kissed lower, fingers sliding under the hoodie now, cold fingers touching his bare skin.

He exhaled, voice strained. “Oh, you want to...”

You hummed, slipping his scarf off, your lips brushing his throat. He helped you pull the hoodie over his head. Then once he was free of the protective layers, Jiyong tensed.

He had realised too late.

“Wait - ”

But the second he was free, you attacked.

“YAH - ” Jiyong burst into laughter, collapsing against the bed as he tried and failed to squirm away. “I KNEW IT - JAGI, STOP - ”

But you didn’t.

And the best part?

He didn’t actually want you to.

Because despite all his protests, all his dramatic groaning, Jiyong never once pulled away.

If anything, he leaned closer - letting you tease him, touch him, be as annoying as you wanted.

Because no matter how ticklish, no matter how sensitive -

He still couldn’t stand being even a centimetre away from you.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

“Are you ticklish?”

Seunghyun didn’t even glance up from his book. “No.”

You squinted at him, suspicious. “Not even a little?”

He calmly flipped a page. “Not even a little.”

Now, you weren’t saying he was lying - but you’d been with him long enough to know that Choi Seunghyun rarely gave anything away.

So naturally, you had to test this for yourself.

Without warning, you tested his words for proof, fingers darting to his sides, ribs, stomach - anywhere you thought might get a reaction.

He didn’t budge.

Not a single flinch, twitch, or gasp.

He just sat there, completely composed, watching you with mild amusement as you tried and failed to break him.

You finally sat back, pouting. “Oh. You really aren’t ticklish.”

His laughed low, pulling you to him as you huffed in disappointment. “Told you.”

You squinted harder, trying to figure out where his weakness was.

There had to be one.

That evening after some dinner and wine, you were lying on the sofa together, watching your show.

Well, you were watching.

Your boyfriend was tolerating.

Seunghyun didn’t care for trashy reality TV, but he’d still lie with you, secretly enjoying his position as the little spoon, and pretend to be invested - because he knew it made you happy.

And if he sometimes got caught up in the drama, well. That was nobody’s business.

As you absentmindedly rubbed his head, fingers trailing down to his ear -

He suddenly jolted.

Like, full-body jerked.

You were startled, blinking down at him. “What was that?”

Seunghyun cleared his throat, eyes pinned to the screen. “Nothing.”

But you were already grinning.

You lightly skimmed his ear again.

He bucked, releasing a laugh that he played off as a casual cough.

You gasped, delighted. “You are ticklish!”

Immediately, he was on the defence. “No, I’m not.”

You scoffed, staring at him. “You just flinched.”

“It wasn’t because I was ticklish,” he insisted. “It just - felt different.”

You arched a brow, amused. “Different, huh?”

He tensed, silent.

You wiggled your fingers, slowly reaching for his ear.

Instantly, he clamped both hands over them.

You burst out laughing. “How are you supposed to watch the show like that?”

“I don’t listen to it anyway,” he muttered, shuffling back to squish you between the couch and himself even more.

Which - okay, fair point.

But now, you had an idea.

You shrugged. “Fine.”

Then you grabbed the remote and changed the channel to something you knew he actually liked.

Seunghyun frowned. “Wait - ”

But you just sat back with a sigh, waiting.

It only took two minutes.

Eventually, slowly, his hands slipped from his ears, arms relaxing at his sides -

And that’s when you struck.

But before you could even celebrate, Seunghyun retaliated.

In a flash, you were flipped and pinned beneath him, wrists trapped beneath his hands, his weight pressing you down.

You squeaked, eyes widening. “Hey - ! No fair!”

His smirk was pure victory. “You were the one that wanted to play dirty.”

Then he started tickling you - fingers ghosting over your sides, ribs, all your worst spots.

You shrieked, thrashing under him, completely at his mercy. “SEUNGHYUN - MERCY -”

But he just grinned, soaking in your torment.

“What was that Princess? I can't hear you."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

It started off innocently enough.

A simple massage exchange.

You’d both had long days, and Daesung - ever the sweetheart - suggested you help each other relax.

Fifteen minutes each, that was the agreement.

You set a timer, then lay on your front as his fingers worked their magic. They firmly pressed into the tense muscles, dragging along your skin as you sighed in relief.

"Is that good?"

You could only sigh into the sheets in response. Nothing made him happier than your own happiness.

But your delicate touch certainly rivalled that.

You peeled an eye open as the timer seemed to go off only moments after it had been set.

"Oh look at that, my turn!" He chirped happily, flopping onto the bed beside you and stretching out like a spoiled cat.

You huffed but didn't protest, simply straddling his lower back and setting the timer with a suspicious tut. He sighed contently as your weight settled atop of him. A familiar comfort.

Your fingers had barely grazed his back before he suddenly -

Bucked like a wild horse.

One second you were straddling his waist, hands just beginning to rub over his shoulder blades -

And the next, you were holding on to him with a gasp as he was jerking beneath you, biting the bedsheet to muffle his giggles.

"Daesung!" You said, steadying yourself after he settled from thrashing about. "I've barely touched you!"

"I know!" His voice was muffled by the sheets. He wiggled his back pointedly. "My time is going to run out."

You sighed and shook your head but continued your touches anyway, digging your knees into the mattress for support as he began to shimmy and shake beneath you again.

"Dae... are you really enjoying this?” You ask hesitantly. This was supposed to be relaxing. You felt like you were torturing him from the way he was reacting.

“Yeah! I love it! Keep going!” He nodded his head, his voice dead serious.

You blinked. “You’re literally kicking your feet.”

Every time your hands ghosted over his spine, he twitched and trembled - but never asked you to stop. In fact, he began to giggle - shoulders shaking as he bit the sheets to contain the sound.

“Oh my,” you gasped, realisation dawning. “You’re ticklish, aren't you? But wait... do you like it?”

Daesung, grinning into the pillow answered with a simple, “Yup!”

Despite your disbelief, you laughed and shook your head. Only your playful boyfriend would want to be tickled for fifteen minutes.

You ignored the sound of the timer going off and pressed your fingers into his back, running them slowly down his spine -

And he melted.

Like, completely collapsed into the bed, giggling uncontrollably, kicking his feet with pure joy.

It was adorable.

Until it wasn't.

Because now, you had a new night time duty.

From that night on, every time you both climbed into bed, Daesung would immediately throw his shirt somewhere across the room, flop onto his stomach - arms folded under his head, waiting expectantly.

If you didn’t start running your fingers down his back within seconds, he’d whine and pull at your pyjamas, trying to drag you onto his back.

“Babyyyy, baby pleaseeee,”

And once you climbed on top of him, fingers at the ready, he’d giddily giggle into the pillow, legs kicking and everything.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“…I’ve created a monster.”

Daesung turned his head over his shoulder, beaming at you.

“The happiest monster ever.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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[topluvr]

Pranking them

bigbang x reader

A/N: This is was inspired by a fic i saw on here i can’t find the @ though :(

summary: doing the calling your boyfriend/husband ‘friend’ prank on bigbang members.

warnings: None just flufff

wc: 1.2k+

❦choi seunghyun (T.O.P)

You were currently scrolling through tiktok, seunghyun was currently in the kitchen getting snacks for you both as you were watching a movie.

As you were scrolling you came across a tiktok video, a girl was pranking her boyfriend by calling him her friend on a call.

You thought it was a funny idea and decided you were going to do this to seunghyun, as he’s not on social media you knew he wouldn’t know what you were doing.

You could hear him heading back into the living room so you put your phone to your ear and you start pretending to speak to someone.

“It’s so nice to hear from you, how are you doing?” You speak pretending to act interested.

Seunghyun walked back into the living room with snacks in his hand, he placed them on table before sitting down on the couch.

You place your legs on his and tell him you will only be a minute, he nodded his head at your words and he began to slowly rub your legs.

“Yeah i’m doing good thank you, just about to watch a movie with my friend.” You say trying to hold in a laugh, seunghyun didn’t react so you decided to add a little more to the prank.

“I would love to meet up just send me message when you’re not busy.” You smile into your phone, you look up to see if seunghyun was listening but his phone was in one hand and his other hand was still rubbing your legs.

“Alright i have to go, don’t want to leave my friend waiting any longer.” You say slightly louder so seunghyun could definitely hear you.

His movements stop at your words, you smirk slightly glad he’s now aware of what you said. You end the fake call and place your phone next to you on the couch.

“Sorry about that, let’s watch the movie now.” You say picking up the remote.

“Who was that?” He hummed.

His eyes were still locked to his phone screen. “Oh just an old friend, he’s back in town and he wants to meet up.” You replied calmly.

His jaw clenched before his hand gripped onto your legs. “mhm” Is all he let out, You giggle deciding to tease him a little more.

“Why don’t you find us a movie to watch friend.” You laugh, his head whipped towards you he had a serious look on his face.

“You’re not funny.” He said grabbing your ankles and pulling you down the coach slightly, he got on his knees and hovered above you.

“I’m sorry babe it was just a prank.” You pout looking up at him sweetly. “Well now i’m going to show you just how good of ‘friend’ i am.” He smirked crashing his lips onto yours.

❦ Kwon Ji-Yong (Gdragon)

Jiyong was currently in the kitchen cooking for you two so you could have dinner. You were sat on a stool in front of the counter in your kitchen.

You usually sat with him whilst he cooks to give him some company but you also like being in his presence especially when he’s been busy working.

“Okay baby, try this.” He smiled walking over to you with a wooden spoon in his hand, He put the spoon to your lips and you opened your mouth and collected the food from the spoon.

“It’s yummy.” You hummed licking your lips, he smiled and walked back over to the stove to carry on with the food.

Your phone buzzes so you reach over and get your phone to check. It was a message from your best friend she sent a video with the caption ‘Do this to jiyong😂❤️’.

You curiously click on the video and let it play. Once the video started playing your best friends face popped up on the screen and she was explaining how she was going to prank her boyfriend.

The prank is to pretend you’re on the phone with someone and say that you’re with a friend when you are with your partner.

You giggle at the video and decided you were going to do it to jiyong. You went onto your settings and clicked the phone ringtone button.

“Hey (y/f/n), how have you been.” You speak with the phone to your ear, jiyong’s back was still facing you, his hands still stirring the food on the stove.

“Oh i’m just with my friend at the moment, i can hang out tomorrow though.”

You see jiyong’s movements stop for a second but he gets back to whatever he was doing once you continue to speak again.

“Yeah Me and my friend are just going to have some dinner, what are you doing.” You smile trying not to let out a laugh.

Jiyong’s body whipped around at your words. “Hey i thought i heard you say friend.” He said with a stern look.

“One second i’m just on the phone.” You whisper to him. “Yeah sorry sorry my friend keeps talking to me.” You smirk looking at jiyong.

He walks closer to where you’re sat and puts his head closer to your phone. “SHES WITH HER HUSBAND.” He yelled into your phone.

You push him back slightly away from you. “Ji stop.” You giggle. “No no I am your husband, baby. don’t you forget that.” He smiled kissing your lips.

❦Kang Daesung

You’ve been seeing this prank all around online and you wanted to do it to your boyfriend daesung, you don’t usually do pranks on him often so you thought this would be perfect.

You decided you were going to send a voice note instead of doing the call everyone does.

You and daesung were currently over at a friends house for some food and to catch up, You enter the living a sit down next to your boyfriend.

“Hey my love, everything okay?” He asks smiling at you. You nod and come up with an excuse for the prank, you told him your sister was messaging you non stop about something.

For a couple minutes you pretend you’re messaging your sister then you decide you’d send a voice note.

“Can you please stop messaging me, i’m next to my friend and he can see everything.” You say speaking into your phone, after that you put your phone away and got into your friends conversation.

A couple hours went by and you completely forgot about the prank you pulled on daesung, he’s been silent for a while and you’re now starting to feel a bit worried.

“Hey, you okay.” You ask him whilst grabbing his hands. He nods a yes at your words and pulls his hand out from yours.

“Dae tell me what’s wrong.” You softly speak, he huffs before turning to you. “Why did you call me your friend on the message you sent to your sister?” He quietly spoke.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Oh my god i’m so sorry that was just a prank i forgot i did it.”

He pouts at your words, you lean in and grab his face. “I am sorry dae.” You whisper before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

You place another kiss on his head, then you move on to his nose. “What are you doing?” He laughed looking up at you.

“Giving you kisses until i’m forgiven.” You smirk placing your lips on his.

Ending is a bit rushed oops but i’ve been so busy and had writers block but i’m back and currently working on some new fics💗💗

[havonte]

running man —

daesung, get up

[loveesiren]

𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon) x Reader

a/n: see the full request here! I changed it a little, hope you don't mind! I wrote this while kind of tipsy so it's not my favorite, sorry if the proofreading was shit/if there's any mistakes! I hope you enjoy regardless! <3

synopsis: After their fight, Y/n is surprised to hear that her best friend still needs her so desperately.

warnings: angst, language, panic attack, fluff

wc: 3.7k+

Spending time with your best friend has always been your favorite thing in the world. Jiyong was your safe space, your person—the one you could sit in comfortable silence with or talk to for hours on end without ever running out of things to say. But lately, that joy had been overshadowed by a growing concern gnawing at your chest.

BIGBANG’s tour was just around the corner, and their new album was about to drop. It was supposed to be an exciting time, and it was—you were beyond thrilled for them, for him. You had always been his biggest supporter, ready to help in any way you could. But as you sat in the dimly lit practice room, watching Jiyong push himself to his absolute limit, that excitement soured into unease.

His voice was raw from overuse, cracked and strained in a way that made you wince every time he spoke. He practiced his choreography until he was drenched in sweat, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Some nights, he worked himself to the point of collapse, and you were the one left to pick up the pieces—carrying his limp, exhausted body to bed, draping a blanket over his shaking form, whispering for him to rest even though you knew he wouldn’t listen.

Tonight was no different. The music blasted through the studio speakers, and Jiyong was lost in the rhythm, his body moving on autopilot despite the evident exhaustion written all over him. You watched as his steps faltered, his balance wavering. Then, just like that, his legs buckled, and he went crashing down.

“Jiyong!” You rushed to his side, your heart hammering as you kneeled beside him. His skin was clammy, his breathing ragged as he tried to push himself up. You grabbed the water bottle you’d brought for him and shoved it into his trembling hands.

“Drink,” you urged, your voice softer now, laced with worry. He took a few sips, barely able to keep the bottle steady. “Ji, you’re worrying me,” you admitted, eyes searching his for any sign that he’d finally listen, that he’d see what he was doing to himself.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice hoarse as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Just have to make sure I’m ready for tour.”

You shook your head. “Ji, you’re overworking yourself. You’ve got everything perfected, okay? Give yourself time to rest.”

He exhaled sharply, pushing himself to his feet despite your hand reaching out to steady him. “You don’t get it, Y/n,” he said, brushing past you, already making his way back to the center of the room.

You stood as well, crossing your arms as you watched him stubbornly reset the track. “I get that you’re tired, Ji,” you said gently, trying again. “You’re just hurting yourself at this point—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped, cutting you off as the first beats of the song echoed through the studio.

Your chest tightened. “I’m just worried… I mean, you fainted and now you just want to keep going like nothing happened?”

Jiyong clenched his jaw, his fists balling at his sides. He turned to face you, eyes blazing with something you couldn’t quite place—anger, frustration, desperation?

“Look, Y/n,” he said, his voice cold and sharp, each word like a blade slicing through your chest. “You’re a bartender, alright? You don’t have to be that skilled at anything.”

The air in the room shifted instantly. You felt the words like a physical blow, your breath catching in your throat.

Jiyong must have seen the way your face fell because for a split second, his expression flickered with something softer—regret, maybe? But then it was gone, replaced by a steely determination as he turned back to his practice.

“If I’m not perfect, then I’m done. Alright?” He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “If you can’t handle it, then fuck off.”

Silence.

You scoffed, a bitter chuckle escaping your lips even as you fought to keep the tears at bay. “Wow,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Fuck you, Jiyong.”

You turned on your heel, grabbing your bag with shaking hands as you stormed out of the studio. You half-expected him to call after you, to chase after you and take it back. But he didn’t.

The only sound that followed you was the relentless pounding of the bass as he started the song over again.

The moment you stepped outside, the cold night air hit you, but it did nothing to dull the sting of his words. Your vision blurred as tears spilled freely down your cheeks. You barely registered getting into your car, hands gripping the wheel so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

You had always known Jiyong could be stubborn, obsessive even. But this? This was something else. This was him drowning, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pull him back to the surface.

And worst of all, he didn’t even want you to.

You barely made it into your apartment before collapsing onto your bed, burying your face in the pillows as sobs wracked your body. You cried until there was nothing left, until exhaustion took over, pulling you into a restless sleep.

-

How is he? You texted Seunghyun, your fingers hesitating for a moment before hitting send.

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed with his response.

Being a total prick.

You sighed, pressing your forehead into your palm. It had been three days since you last spoke to Jiyong. Three days since he spat those words at you, since you walked out of that practice studio, feeling like the ground had been ripped from beneath you. Three days of silence.

And now, with BIGBANG’s first show of the tour just four days away, all you could do was check in through the others. You had been messaging Seunghyun and Daesung, hoping—maybe even praying—that Jiyong would come to his senses, that he’d realize how badly he had hurt you. But instead, he was still working himself into the ground, still burning himself out, and in return, treating everyone around him like shit.

You bit your lip, debating whether to text him. Your fingers hovered over his contact, but your stomach twisted at the memory of his voice.

"You’re a bartender, alright? You don’t have to be that skilled at anything."

That one line alone still stung like hell.

Jiyong had always been intense when it came to his career, but never—not once—had he spoken to you like that. You had been his best friend for years, his shoulder to lean on when things got too heavy. And yet, the moment you expressed concern, he shoved you away like you were nothing.

Was that really how he saw you? Just some nobody?

You blinked back the fresh sting of tears. No. You refused to let yourself dwell on it anymore. Instead, you did what you always did when life became too much—you threw yourself into work.

Extra shifts, late nights, anything to keep your mind occupied. And it worked… for the most part. But when Saturday rolled around, that familiar ache settled in your chest like a weight you couldn’t shake.

You had never missed one of Jiyong’s home shows. Not once. From his first-ever performance to the biggest sold-out stadiums, you were always there, watching from the V.I.P section, cheering him on. But this time? This time, you weren’t even sure if he wanted you there.

So, you made the decision. You picked up an extra shift at the bar. Saturday nights were always hectic, and if nothing else, at least the tips would be good.

Still, as you got ready for work, your heart ached. It felt wrong not being there.

You glanced at your phone. Zero messages from Jiyong. Nothing. He wasn’t even going to check in. Not even a half-assed apology. Your fingers tightened around your phone, debating one last time if you should reach out.

“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath before quickly typing out a message.

“I love you, Ji. Good luck at your show tonight.”

Short. Simple. To the point.

You sent it before you could overthink it, shoving your phone into your bag and focusing on finishing your makeup.

-

Meanwhile…

Jiyong sat in the dressing room, his body slumped against the couch. His vision swam as he stared at his phone, your message illuminating the screen. His hands trembled as he gripped the device tighter, reading and rereading your words.

"I love you, Ji."

God, his chest ached.

His head was pounding, his skin slick with sweat despite the AC blasting in the room. He was exhausted—more exhausted than he had ever been in his life. His entire body ached, his muscles screaming in protest with every movement. He had barely eaten in days, barely slept. And now, the crushing weight of knowing you weren’t here—knowing that he had done this, that he had driven you away—was suffocating him.

She should be here, he thought bitterly.

You were always there. Always in the crowd, always waiting for him backstage with a knowing smile and a bottle of water, telling him how proud you were. No matter what, you were there.

But not tonight.

And it was his fault.

“Jiyong, are you okay?”

He barely registered his stylist’s voice until he felt the cool press of her hand against his forehead.

“You’re burning up,” she muttered, concern evident in her tone.

“M’fine…” he mumbled, swatting her hand away weakly.

She frowned but didn’t argue, instead focusing on finishing his hair, even though the strands were already damp from the sweat clinging to his skin. No amount of styling product would keep it in place—not with the way his body was overheating.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to push through the exhaustion. One hour until showtime. Just one more hour.

But even as he tried to rest, the shivering wouldn’t stop.

“Jiyong!”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of Seunghyun and Taeyang’s voices.

“What?!” he snapped, his patience paper-thin.

The two men exchanged a glance before Taeyang took a cautious step forward. “Dude… you don’t look so good.”

Jiyong scoffed, turning onto his side to face the couch. “Fuck off, I’m fine…” His body trembled violently, contradicting his words. “Just leave me alone.”

Seunghyun frowned. “You’re sweating like hell, and you’re shaking, Ji. You seriously think you can get through a full show like this?”

Jiyong gritted his teeth, forcing himself to sit up. “I said I’m fine,” he ground out, even though the room spun around him.

The others weren’t convinced. They had seen Jiyong push himself too far before, but this? This was different. He looked pale—too pale. And the way his shoulders trembled, the way his breaths came out shallow and labored, sent a deep sense of unease through them all.

“We need to tell the manager,” Seunghyun finally said. “If he collapses on stage, it’s gonna be bad.”

Jiyong let out a bitter laugh. “I won’t collapse.”

“Bullshit,” Taeyang muttered. “You can barely sit up.”

The room fell into tense silence before Daesung finally spoke up. “I’m gonna call Y/n.”

Jiyong’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with something unreadable. “No,” he croaked, but it was weak, barely a whisper.

“She can help,” Daesung insisted, already pulling out his phone.

“Yeah, good idea,” the others agreed.

Jiyong clenched his jaw, his fists tightening in his lap. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like this—to see him so weak, so broken.

But deep down, past all the pride, past all the self-inflicted suffering…

He just wanted you.

Because no matter how badly he fucked up, no matter how much he pushed you away…

You were the one person who could always put him back together.

The moment you stepped away from the bar, you broke into a sprint toward the bathroom, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your phone buzzed relentlessly in your pocket, each vibration sending a fresh wave of anxiety through you. Hands trembling, you yanked it out, eyes widening at the flood of missed calls.

Daesung. Seunghyun. Taeyang.

Something was wrong.

You barely had time to inhale before hitting Daesung’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Y/n, Jiyong needs you.” His voice was tight, urgent.

Your stomach clenched. “What’s going on? I’m at work.”

“I think it’s a panic attack or something. I don’t know—he won’t let any of us help him. Y/n, please, just come.”

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching. “I don’t… I don’t think he wants me there, Daesung. We had a fight. He—he said some things…”

“He’s shutting down, Y/n. Our manager is thinking of canceling the show.” His voice cracked, desperation seeping through the line. “You’re his best friend. If anyone can get through to him, it’s you.”

Your fingers dug into the bathroom counter. The things Jiyong had said to you still echoed in your head, sharp and unforgiving. But was that really him talking? Or was it exhaustion twisting his words, pushing him past reason?

He was your person. Your best friend. And right now, he needed you.

“I’m on my way.” You hung up, moving quickly to gather your things, but before you could slip out, your boss caught sight of you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? It’s packed out there—we need you!”

“I’m sorry, sir. Family emergency,” you stammered, throwing your apron onto the counter.

“If you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back.”

You met his glare, then—without a second thought—flipped him off and stormed through the crowded kitchen to the back door, heart hammering as you reached your car. You tossed your bag onto the passenger seat and peeled out of the parking lot, heading straight for the stadium. The city lights blurred past you, neon signs flickering against the darkening sky.

Your phone rang again. It was Daesung. “Hey, I’m almost there. Where do I go?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’re on the list,” Daesung said. “Just head backstage.”

You barely parked before jumping out of the car, navigating through the maze of security and flashing lights. The walls of the venue were lined with photos of legendary musicians, their eyes seeming to watch you as you ran past. Your pulse thrummed in your ears.

Then you heard Daesung call your name. “Y/n!” Daesung waved you over, his relief evident.

You didn’t waste a second. Following him down the hall, you turned a sharp corner and stepped into the dressing room. The air inside was thick with tension.

Jiyong sat hunched over, his elbows braced on his knees, his face pale and drawn. A paramedic stood beside him, pressing an ice pack to his head, murmuring something you couldn’t hear.

“Ji…” Your voice came out softer than you intended, your heart twisting at the sight of him. “What happened?”

His head lifted at the sound of your voice. His dark eyes met yours, wide and glassy.

Then, as if gravity had yanked him forward, he surged up from the couch and threw himself into your arms. His entire body trembled against you, his grip so tight it nearly stole your breath.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

You barely had time to steady yourself before he buried his face in your shoulder. His weight pressed into you, as if you were the only thing holding him up.

“Ji…” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back, fingers threading into his hair. “I’ve got you.”

His breath came in shuddering gasps. “I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said those things. I should have listened to you—I shouldn’t have pushed myself so hard. I—” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “I’m just so fucking sorry.”

The others watched silently as he clung to you, their faces a mix of relief and quiet concern.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, rubbing slow circles into his back. “I forgive you.”

His shoulders shook as he let out a quiet sob, the dam finally breaking. The weight of exhaustion, pressure, and regret poured out of him all at once.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” you asked over his shoulder, still holding him.

Daesung nodded, ushering the others out. The paramedic handed you an ice pack and a bottle of water, giving you a small nod before exiting.

Jiyong let you guide him back to the couch, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. He wiped at his tear-streaked face, sniffling as you handed him the water. You pressed the ice pack gently to the back of his neck.

“Ji, tell me what happened.”

He took a slow sip, his voice hoarse. “I fucked up, Y/n.” He shook his head. “You were right. I shouldn’t have pushed myself so hard. I—” He exhaled sharply. “I’m exhausted. And then you weren’t here, and I just… I don’t know. I lost it.”

You hesitated. “I didn’t think you wanted me here after what you said to me.”

His gaze snapped up to meet yours, guilt swimming in his eyes. “I didn’t mean it. Not for a second. I was out of my head, Y/n. I’ve been beating myself up over it for days, but I was too ashamed to call.”

Your heart softened. You reached for him, pulling him close and pressing a light kiss to his temple. “I know, Ji.” You stroked his hair gently. “I just worry about you.” A quiet pause. “I love you.”

His breath hitched. “Can you ever forgive me?” he asked, his voice small. His big, innocent eyes searched yours, raw and vulnerable.

You let out a soft laugh, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Of course I can. Just don’t ever say some dumb shit like that again.”

A weak smile tugged at his lips. “Cross my heart.”

“Do you feel any better? Do you need to cancel the show?”

He shook his head, squeezing your hand. “You fix everything. You always do. You’re magic like that.” He brought your knuckles to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against them.

Shivers ran down your spine.

“Here.” You tugged him down gently. “Lay back. You have forty-five minutes until the show. Rest as much as you can.”

With a deep breath, he let himself relax against the couch, his fingers still loosely curled around yours. You ran a comforting hand through his hair, cooling him down with the ice pack.

-

“How’s he doing?” Taeyang and Seunghyun appeared in the doorway of the dressing room, their faces laced with concern but softened by the sight of Jiyong sitting upright.

“I’m fine,” Jiyong muttered, his voice still a little hoarse. He ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling slowly before flashing them a sheepish smile. “Sorry for being such a prick…”

Taeyang let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “We’re just glad you’re okay, man.”

Seunghyun smirked, glancing between the two of you. “Y/n, I think we need to keep you around more often. Seems like you’re the only one who can get through to him.”

You grinned. “Well, I just lost my job, so I’m free whenever!”

“What?” Jiyong snapped his head toward you so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. His smile faded instantly, replaced by guilt and concern.

You waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fine, Ji. My boss was a fucking dick anyway. I was gonna quit eventually.”

But Jiyong wasn’t convinced. He looked down, his fingers twisting the hem of his shirt as his jaw clenched. You could see the thoughts racing through his mind—this was his fault. Another thing to add to the weight he carried.

“Hey.” You softened, reaching out and tilting his chin up with your fingers, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “You’re more important, yeah?”

His bottom lip quivered ever so slightly before he muttered, “M’sorry…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with emotion.

Your heart clenched. Without thinking, without hesitation, you leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

He froze for half a second, as if his brain was struggling to process what was happening. But then, slowly, he melted into you, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss.

It was hesitant at first—uncertain, full of unspoken words—but then something shifted. His fingers tightened against your skin, his lips moving with more urgency, more need. Like he had been waiting for this just as long as you had.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you both jolt apart.

“Uh… show time in five,” Seunghyun said, eyes wide with amusement before he and Taeyang practically ran out of the room, leaving you and Jiyong in breathless silence.

As you pulled back just slightly, your noses brushed, his breath warm against your lips. His dark eyes were searching yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“W-what was that for?” he stammered, voice cracking slightly.

You bit your lip, hoping you hadn’t just overstepped everything. “Good luck,” you whispered, offering him a small smile.

Jiyong blinked at you, stunned. Then, to your surprise, his lips curled into a slow, boyish grin before he cupped your face and kissed you again. This time, it wasn’t hesitant—it was filled with silent promises, unspoken confessions, and years of built-up longing neither of you had dared to acknowledge until now.

You smiled against his lips, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“Now go!” you laughed, gently shoving him toward the door. “You don’t wanna miss your first show.”

Jiyong stumbled back slightly, his grin never faltering. As he reached the doorway, he hesitated, his fingers lingering on the frame as he turned to look at you.

“You’ll be here when I get back?” he asked, almost shyly.

Your expression softened. “I’ll always be here, Ji.”

Something in his eyes shifted, like he was silently thanking whatever higher power had brought you into his life. Then, with a final, wide smile, he spun on his heel and took off down the hall, his energy renewed.

From backstage, you watched him take the stage, his presence electrifying the entire stadium. The roar of the crowd was deafening, but all you could focus on was him.

And as he stood under the blinding lights, microphone in hand, he turned his head ever so slightly—just enough to catch a glimpse of you in the shadows.

A private smile ghosted across his lips.

Your stomach flipped.

This was only the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.

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