#G dragon

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[loveesiren]

YUCK!

Kwon Jiyong x Reader | Infinity Crew Masterlist

a/n: hi babies! Thank you all for being patient while I wasn't feeling well. I wrote this up last week and just got back to editing it today and I thought I'd post it while I work on the next part of Cross My Heart! Idk how much a love this but hopefully you guys enjoy! Part of the Infinity Crew series.

synopsis: In which Y/n and Jiyong first meet and she is scared of her feelings for him. Inspired by the song Yuck by Charli XCX.

warnings: alcohol, language, Y/n being a little angsty, Jiyong being fluffy, brief mention of grandmothers death

wc: 3.8k+

Your eyelids felt heavy as they fluttered open, sunlight piercing through the half-closed blinds, painting streaks of gold across the rumpled sheets. A dull, pounding ache bloomed behind your temples, making you wince as you let out a groan. The stale scent of alcohol and sweat clung to the air, remnants of last night’s chaos.

It took a moment for your vision to adjust, for your mind to piece together the fragmented blur of the night before. Your room looked like a crime scene—discarded clothes draped over furniture, empty shot glasses and half-drunk bottles littering the floor. A purse, whose owner you weren’t even sure of, had spilled its contents across your dresser.

Beside you, Jaki stirred, her messy hair sticking out at odd angles as she let out a sleepy grunt. On the floor, Bella was sprawled out on a pile of blankets, still snoring, her arm draped over a crushed bag of chips. Somewhere beyond the wreckage, retching sounds echoed from behind your bathroom door. Mari.

Jaki rubbed her eyes, voice thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

You reached for your phone, fingers fumbling over the nightstand. Miraculously, it was on the charger. At least drunk you had been responsible enough to remember that.

“10:30,” you croaked before groaning again, the reality of morning-after regret sinking in.

Jaki sighed, pushing herself upright. “God, what did we do last night?” She dragged herself out of bed, stepping over empty cans and rogue heels before nudging Bella with her foot. “Wake up.”

Bella grunted in protest, hugging the chip bag closer.

Still half-asleep, you tapped at your phone, squinting at the bright screen. As you scrolled through the mess of notifications, one stood out—an unfamiliar number. Your thumb hovered before clicking it open.

Hey! I had a lot of fun last night. Hope you all made it home in one piece! - Jiyong

Your brows furrowed. Jiyong? A flicker of recognition tugged at your memory, but nothing solid formed. “Hey, do you guys remember a Jiyong from last night?”

Bella’s groggy voice perked up immediately. “How do you not? You had your tongue down his throat the entire night.”

A jolt of recollection shot through you like static. Sudden, disjointed flashes of neon lights, pulsing music, and warm hands on your waist hit you all at once. The shots of tequila. The VIP section. The group of boys whose presence commanded attention. And him.

Brightly colored hair. A dangerous smile. The taste of liquor on his lips as you lost yourself in him.

“Shit.”

Mari, looking half-dead as she stumbled out of the bathroom, flopped onto the floor beside Bella. “What’s wrong?” she mumbled, pulling a blanket over herself.

“You don’t remember?” Bella smirked. “He was hot.”

“And really nice!” Mari added.

You blinked. “He was?”

Your luck with men had always been questionable at best. Back home, you had a tendency to fall for the ones who didn’t give a damn about you. Moving to Korea had been different—men here were blunt, sometimes brutally so, which at least cut through the bullshit. You had stopped looking for anything real a long time ago, opting instead for fun, no strings attached. And it had been working for you.

“Yeah!” Mari stretched with a yawn. “Honestly, they all were. They bought us drinks, let us sit at their table, and even made sure we got home safe. Kind of rare these days.” Her head tilted. “Did he text you?”

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah.”

Jaki, suddenly much more awake, clapped her hands together. “Text him back!”

You sighed, biting your lip. So what if you made out with a hot guy last night? That didn’t mean anything would come of it.

“He’s in a baaanddd,” Bella teased, dragging out the words.

You rolled your eyes. “A band?” You knew the type.

“Oh yeah!” Mari snapped her fingers, trying to recall. “Bang something…”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest as you shook your head. Still, curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped out a response.

Hey! Thanks for the drinks and making sure we got home safe. It was fun!

A second later, your phone vibrated again.

You busy tonight? We have a show at the Jamsil. It’s our last show of the tour.

Your heart stuttered. The Jamsil? That place was massive. Stadium-level massive. In fact, it was a stadium. The kind of venue that only serious artists played.

You sat up straighter. “Guys…”

“What?” they all asked in unison.

“I think he wants us to go to their concert tonight.”

Bella groaned, rubbing her temples. “Ugh, I need a hangover cure first. But what bar are they playing at?”

“Not a bar…” You swallowed.

Jaki, raising a brow, asked, “Then where?”

You licked your lips, staring at the message as if it might change. “Jamsil Stadium.”

Silence. Then—

“Wait, what?!” Mari bolted upright. “Are they like…opening for someone?”

Your friends quickly scrambled for their phones to look up who would be playing at the stadium that night.

“Big Bang?” Mari questioned, glancing at the others. None of you had heard of them.

Your thumbs hesitated over the keyboard before typing out a new message.

Oh haha, what was the name of your band again?

His response came almost instantly.

Lol, BIGBANG

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The teasing was relentless.

Over the next week, your best friends took every opportunity to poke fun at the way you grinned at your phone, the way your fingers hovered over the screen a second longer than necessary, the way your cheeks flushed every time Jiyong’s name lit up your notifications.

It didn’t help that the memories of that night lingered in your mind like an intoxicating haze—BIGBANG’s concert, the electricity in the air, the way the entire stadium pulsed with their music. You and your friends had been given VIP treatment, watching from backstage before being pulled to the afterparty like you belonged there.

And Jiyong…

Jiyong had barely let you out of his sight.

His hand had found your hip early in the night and never strayed far, his grip possessive but never suffocating, a quiet declaration to everyone in the room. His voice had been a constant in your ear, warm and teasing, sending shivers down your spine every time he leaned in close. The buzz in your veins hadn’t just been from alcohol this time—it had been him.

You had been sober enough to feel every nerve in your body react to his touch, every stolen glance sending a thrill through your chest. And despite the slight nerves that danced in your stomach, you hadn’t pulled away. Because you liked it. You liked the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, the way he tilted your chin toward him with a lazy smirk, like he had every right to.

And then there were the texts.

Jiyong wasn’t like the men you were used to—he didn’t play games, didn’t make you wait, didn’t let hours or days pass before acknowledging you.

With him, there was no guessing, no second-guessing.

You weren’t sure if you liked it.

Or maybe… that was just the wall you had spent years building, screaming at you to run.

And yet, here you were, sitting at brunch with your best friends, stomach twisting as your phone buzzed for the tenth time that morning.

“Is that him again?” Jaki teased, sipping her mimosa with a knowing smirk.

“Oh my god, he’s obsessed with you,” Mari grinned, leaning in with wide eyes.

Bella, ever the devil’s advocate, leaned back in her chair with a smirk. “Ignore him. Make him work for it.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You guys are unbearable.”

But even as you protested, you lifted your phone, heart skipping when you saw his message.

May I take you out tonight?

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, your teeth sank into your bottom lip.

“Oh my god, she’s in looooove,” Mari sang, drawing out the words dramatically.

You scoffed, but the heat creeping up your neck betrayed you. Quickly, you schooled your expression, flipping your phone facedown on the table. “No, I’m not.”

Jaki, unimpressed, rolled her eyes. “Don’t let these idiots scare you out of something good.” She reached across the table, squeezing your hand.

“We weren’t trying to be mean!” Mari pouted, leaning in closer. “I think you should keep talking to him!”

“I was being mean,” Bella admitted, giggling—only to yelp as Jaki kicked her under the table. “Ow! Bitch!”

You sighed, shaking your head at their antics, but the truth sat heavy on your chest. “It’s not that serious.”

Jaki snorted. “Please. He was all over you at the afterparty. He texts you nonstop. Y/n, stop being a coward and go out with the man.”

Before you could protest, the sound of your doorbell interrupted.

Your brows knit together. No one was supposed to be coming over, and you and the girls had barely rolled out of bed for brunch.

Grabbing your phone, you opened your Ring app—and blinked.

There was no one there.

Just a bouquet of flowers sitting at your doorstep.

“What the hell…” you muttered, rising to your feet.

Mari, ever the nosy one, was already on your heels as you opened the door. The moment she spotted the flowers, she let out a shriek.

“Oh my god!!!”

Before you could even react, she snatched up the bouquet and bolted back inside.

“Look what Jiyong sent her!!!” she screeched, parading the flowers like a trophy.

“Mari, stop!” you groaned, chasing after her. “You don’t even know if they’re from him!”

Jaki was already on her feet, fingers sifting through the bouquet in search of a card. The moment she found it, her eyes gleamed with triumph.

Clearing her throat dramatically, she read aloud:

'Y/n, I wanted to thank you for coming to our final show. You made the night beautiful. You’re beautiful. xx, Jiyong.'

The room exploded.

Your friends screamed in unison while you dropped to the floor, face buried in your hands, utterly mortified.

“Oh my god, he LOVES you!” Mari gasped, bouncing on her heels.

“This is like a K-drama,” Bella wheezed.

Jaki clutched her chest. “I’m so happy for you.”

This was so weird.

Finally, when the chaos died down and your heartbeat returned to a semi-normal pace, you picked up your phone.

Your fingers hesitated before typing.

Why’d you send flowers? The girls are getting the wrong impression.

Like clockwork, he responded within seconds.

Wrong impression? I like you. That’s the impression I’m trying to make.

You stared at the screen, pulse hammering in your throat.

You wanted to fight it—wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to tell him to fuck off before he got too close, before you started to hope.

But the flutter in your stomach betrayed you.

And for once, you let it.

What time should I be ready?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Dates with Jiyong became addicting in the worst possible way.

He was too much.

Too chivalrous. Too affectionate. Too willing to hold doors open, place a protective hand on the small of your back, press soft kisses to your forehead before pulling you in for something deeper, something dizzying.

Too fucking Kwon Jiyong.

It was infuriating.

He knew exactly what he was doing, the way he’d brush his fingers across your skin like he'd known you for a lifetime, the way his thumb would skim your bottom lip before capturing your mouth with his. It made your stomach twist in ways you weren’t used to.

You weren’t supposed to like it this much. And yet, every time your phone lit up with his name, a warmth spread through your chest before you even had time to think.

You weren’t an idiot—you knew what this meant.

Actual feelings.

Yuck.

You sat on your bed, knees pulled to your chest, as the thought actually liking him played in loops inside your head. You hadn’t had real feelings for anyone in years. And yet, Kwon fucking Jiyong had waltzed into your life and made your heart flutter like some tragic romance cliché.

You refused to text your friends about it. You already knew what they’d say.

"Go for it!"

"He’s so into you!"

"Just let yourself be happy!"

No. Absolutely not.

So, instead, you did what you did best.

You drank.

It wasn’t self-destructive if you were just trying to clear your mind, right?

You set your phone on the charger, ignoring the missed texts from Jiyong, and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of soju.

Shot after shot, you turned the music louder, drowning out the overthinking, the gnawing doubt, the lingering heat of Jiyong’s touch. You lost yourself in the beat, dancing around the empty house, laughing into the dimly lit living room.

And then—

It hit.

A wave of something dark, something hollow, something that made the room spin in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol.

Your laughter faded as you looked around, eyes scanning the walls, the furniture, the memories embedded in this house.

This was where you spent your childhood summers—where you and your cousins wrestled in the living room, where your grandmother sat by the window, humming old lullabies in Korean, always watching, always loving.

She had been your everything.

She had adored you, called you her “Shining Star.” When she passed, she left this house to you, trusting you with it, believing in you.

But tonight? You didn’t feel like a star.

You felt like a fraud. A drunk, struggling, social media star with no real direction, no solid ground beneath your feet.

Tears pricked at your eyes before you even realized it. You blinked them away, shaking your head. No. Not tonight.

You needed something real. Something solid.

Your hands fumbled for your phone, eyes blurring as you found Jiyong’s number and pressed the call button before you could second-guess it.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Jagi!" he cooed, his voice warm, affectionate.

You swallowed, forcing a smile into your tone. “Hey, Jiiii…”

There was a pause. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Never better!”

He exhaled, a soft chuckle trailing through the receiver. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be calling me. I’m a lame old man, remember?”

You chewed your lip, thinking back to your last date—the one where he had tried to open up, where you had deflected every question, every attempt at something real.

Your chest ached.

Maybe… maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe liking him wasn't such a bad thing.

“Well… maybe you’re kinda cool?” you teased, voice slurring slightly.

You could almost hear his smirk.

Then, softly—“Ji… are you real?”

There was a pause, like he was trying to decipher the weight behind your words.

“Yeah, I’m real, baby,” he murmured, voice softer now. Waiting. Hoping, that you needed him.

Your head spun, emotions colliding with the alcohol in your system. “If you’re real… prove it.”

Silence.

Then, his voice came through the phone, calm, certain.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

The call ended before you could protest. You let out a breathless chuckle, throwing yourself onto the couch as the liquor coursed through your veins. The room tilted, the world blurring around the edges.

Then—

A sharp knock at the door.

You inhaled deeply, pushing yourself upright, swaying slightly as you found your footing. For a second, you hesitated—wondering if maybe you were hallucinating this entire thing.

But when you swung open the door, there he was.

Jiyong.

Bright hair catching the moonlight, dark eyes scanning you with equal parts amusement and concern.

“Ji!” you cooed, stumbling forward, arms flinging around him. Your cheek pressed against his chest, his warmth sinking into your skin, grounding you.

“You’re really real…” you sighed.

His arms wrapped around you, steady and strong. “Yeah, I’m real, Jagi.”

His voice was soft, patient. “How much have you had to drink?”

You hummed against him, pressing your nose into the fabric of his hoodie. “Mmm, dunno…”

He sighed, but you could feel his smile. He picked you up effortlessly, carrying you inside like you weighed nothing, setting you down gently on the couch.

“I’ll order some food, yeah?”

You blinked up at him, lips curling into a slow smirk. “I can be your food…” you muttered, attempting to be seductive. In reality, you probably just looked like a fish gasping for air.

Jiyong snorted, shaking his head as he helped you sit upright. “Jagi, as much as I’d love that… you’re drunk.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Let’s get some food in you, okay? We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Tomorrow.

He said it so easily, like he was sure he’d still be here. Like he wasn’t going anywhere.

Your chest tightened. You weren’t used to this. You weren’t used to being wanted without conditions.

It made you panic. It made you angry.

“Am I ugly or something?!” you snapped, frustration bubbling up inside you.

Jiyong stilled, studying you with something dangerously close to adoration.

Then, with a knowing sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.

Falling in love with you was going to be a problem.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Waking up in Jiyong’s arms wasn’t something you had planned, nor was it something you ever thought would feel this right.

His warmth surrounded you, his steady breaths fanning against the back of your neck, his arm draped effortlessly over your waist like he had every right to be there.

And God, it felt good.

Too good.

Your heartbeat picked up as reality settled in. How had this happened? Oh, right. You called him. You practically begged him to come over. You clung to him all night, let him be your anchor in the whirlwind of emotions you couldn’t control. You let yourself feel safe.

And now? Now that it was morning, now that the haze of alcohol had lifted, it terrified you.

Jiyong shifted slightly, pressing himself closer, his grip tightening like he could sense the storm brewing inside you.

“I can feel you staring at me, Jagi.” His voice was husky, teasing, laced with that lazy morning rasp that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

His eyes remained closed, but his lips curled into a knowing smile.

You tensed.

"What are you doing here?" you asked abruptly, jerking out of bed like you’d been caught in something you shouldn’t have been.

Jiyong's eyes finally fluttered open, watching you with quiet amusement as you stumbled to your feet, your breath unsteady.

“What am I doing here?” he echoed, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “You called me, Y/n.”

His tone was calm, patient—too patient. Like he was already used to you pulling away, like he was waiting for it.

Your mind replayed every hazy memory from last night. The drunk dialing. The way you asked him to come over instead of your best friends. The way you curled into him as if he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

And now you were running.

Panic gripped your chest.

“You’re acting like a sick puppy,” you snapped, voice sharp, laced with something almost desperate. “Following me around all the time!”

It was a low blow, and you knew it the moment the words left your lips. But Jiyong didn’t flinch.

Instead, a quiet sigh left him, and for a split second, something unreadable flickered in his gaze.

And then, he smirked. Like he had already expected this. Like he had already figured you out.

He pushed himself out of bed, the sheets slipping from his toned torso as he stood, stretching slightly before making his way toward you. His sweatpants sat low on his waist, and despite your panic, you stole a glance.

God, he was so unfairly hot.

But it wasn’t just that. It was him.

It was the way he carried himself, the way he knew exactly when to push and when to pull back, the way he had a goddamn patience for you that no one else had ever had.

He stopped a breath away from you, his gaze locking onto yours.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Tell me you never want to see me again.”

Your stomach twisted.

“W-What?”

His dark eyes burned into yours.

“Tell me you never want to see me again, and I’ll fuck off. I’ll never contact you again.”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. You swallowed thickly, but nothing came out. He wasn’t playing games. He was serious.

Your lips parted, but your voice failed you. Because the truth was, you didn’t want him to go.

You had spent so long building walls, running from anything that felt real, convincing yourself that love wasn’t for you.

And yet, here he was. Kwon Jiyong. Standing in front of you, offering you something real.

And you couldn’t tell him to leave.

His jaw tensed slightly, like he was bracing himself for rejection. But then, with quiet resolve, he added—

"But I like you, Y/n. A lot.”

Your breath hitched.

His voice was steady, unwavering. “If you give me a chance, I want to show you just how much.”

Your heart stopped.

For a split second, you almost ran.

You almost threw up another wall, another excuse, another reason why he should stay far away from you.

But instead—

Your hands reached for his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him into you, lips crashing together in a fiery, desperate kiss.

He didn’t hesitate.

Jiyong’s hands immediately found your waist, gripping you tight, pulling you flush against him. You gasped against his lips, your body molding into his as heat surged through your veins.

And fuck, he felt good.

Every touch, every movement, every hungry press of his lips sent a spark through you.

His hands slid lower, fingers digging into your hips as you felt him—all of him—against your stomach, his arousal evident through his sweats.

A shiver ran down your spine, your head spinning for a completely different reason now.

"I'm sober now. Is that enough consent for you?" you breathed, words tumbling from your lips between heated kisses.

Jiyong pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged.

"As long as you stop pushing me away..." he panted, his lips trailing down your jaw, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

Your pulse thundered, your fingers gripping onto his arms like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Deal.”

A deep, satisfied hum rumbled from his chest.

Then—he grabbed your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you back toward the bed.

You could feel the raw need in his grip, in the way his lips never left your skin, in the way his hands held you like you were something precious.

And as he laid you down, hovering over you, eyes dark with hunger and something dangerously close to devotion—

You knew.

This boy would be worth it.

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Shadow - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: older sibling!GD x younger sibling!fem!reader Summary: growing up, jiyong always felt that he was just your shadow; the insignificant sibling. now that he's a global star, he never fails to remind you that you're now his shadow. WC: 2253

Ever since 11-year old Jiyong found out that his mother was pregnant, he knew he'd resent you for the rest of his life. He was used to being the baby of the family and he loved it. He basked in the attention of his elders, even though his cheeks hurt from all the pinching. He adored being adored.

His disappointment became more obvious when everyone found out that his parents were having a girl. Everyone was ecstatic, except for Jiyong. Instead, he locked himself in his room and listened to his favorite music to drown out everyone's joy. You weren't even born yet and you were already loved and he hated it.

He was 12 years old when you were born and the second he glanced at you, he made a face of disgust. "That's her? She looks like a naked mole rat." Jiyong snickered before leaving the hospital room.

No one paid him any mind because they knew it was hard for him. After all, he'd been the baby of the family for eleven years. They knew that one day, he'd accept you.

They were wrong.

Annual family reunions were a tradition in your family and Jiyong looked forward to it every year. He'd show his cousins new stuff he got, he'd let them listen to new music he discovered, he'd dance in front of the whole family and he'd get praised, and he'd bask in it every time.

Ever since you were born, that changed. No one asked about him anymore. It was like he was pushed to the side. He felt like a benchwarmer and it angered him. He had to remind himself to work harder in becoming an idol if he wanted to get out of your shadow.

When Jiyong debuted with BigBang, you were 6 years old. You adored him very much. Before he debuted, you would always see him dancing and writing songs. You would always stand outside his room and open the door a little just to catch a glimpse of him. To you, he was a hero. To him, you were a nuisance. After every impromptu dance in his room, you'd always clap. He'd turn around with a scowl on his face and he'd always say, "Get out, mole rat! Can't you see I'm busy?! Go bother mom or something." Then he'd lock the door.

Every time you came home from school, you'd immediately run to him and show him the pictures you drew and you'd tell him about your day. To you, he was your best friend. You'd follow him around the house while he'd do everything to get away from you. He never reciprocated, though. You didn't care. You were just so happy to see him and you were just happy to hang out with your cool older brother.

You were so happy seeing your older brother on tv. It was the highlight of your day and you always bragged about him to your classmates. You'd show them family pictures and you'd always present his photo for every show and tell. Your classmates thought you were insufferable, but they never said anything.

As both of you grew older, he'd become harsher towards you. At that point, he was a young adult and you were just a teen, trying to figure things out. Like Jiyong, you wanted to be an idol too. Ever since he found out, his words became daggers.

"Stop looking like a mole rat if you want to be an idol. You won't get signed anywhere."

"Nice outfit, but you don't have the face for it."

"If I were you, I'd stop trying."

"You'd be such an annoying idol."

"You're wasting your time trying to be someone you're clearly not."

"You can never be as great as me. I'm G Dragon, bitch. Who's gonna remember someone who's as insignificant as you? You're just my shadow."

His jabs were very hurtful, but you used them all as motivation to do better and you really did improve. Soon, you debuted as a solo artist. Since your brother's a force to be reckoned with in the industry, he made sure that no one knew you were related. He also made sure to stay away from you. The night you debuted, he said, "I'm not your brother and you're not my sister. We're not related. Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

Since then, you haven't interacted as artists. If you went home for the holidays, he'd either arrive a week early or a week after you. You couldn't even post family pictures because he was in it.

Being an idol has its ups and downs. You were known as the party girl. You'd party every chance you got. You'd get blackout drunk. Many of your idol friends would describe you as a party animal. In fact, embarrassing pictures of a drunk version of you is all over the internet. As if that wasn't enough, you were also known to hop from one relationship to another. Every time it gets serious, you just leave.

You were a great artist, but you have a reputation of being messed up. Of course, all of this reached Jiyong. The next time you saw each other, he said, "I knew you were an embarrassment even before you were born. I'm glad I don't associate with you."

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You felt your life falling apart. Admittedly, you were so depressed because of your brother. You only wanted him to like you. You didn't even know what you did for him to hate you so much. As if that wasn't enough, somehow, everyone found out that you and THE G Dragon were siblings. When you saw it, panic immediately consumed you. You didn't know what to do. You knew Jiyong well enough to know that he'd think it was your fault.

On his end, he threw his phone across the room. Instead of getting asked about his current album, he'd get asked about you instead and he didn't like it already. He got up from his bed and picked up his phone and called you.

"He-"

"Shut the fuck up right now." He seethed. "How could you do this to me?! You knew I just came back with an album and then you pull this shit?! Attention seeker much? If you're so thirsty for attention, go to a bar and get so wasted that your topless photos go viral again. That's what you're good at, right? Stick with it."

"I didn't leak anything, I swear! You know I would never do anything to sabotage you. You're my brother, Ji." You choked out, hot tears streaming down your face. "I didn't do or say anything. I promise I didn't."

"Bullshit." He scoffed. "Just say that you're jealous of me."

"Why would I be jealous of you? You know I support you all the way. Your success is yours and my success is mine. We're different artists." You stammered.

"You're jealous because after all those years of you getting everyone's attention, you're not used to being ignored. You're not used to not being loved. Go back to the bars and clubs. Go back to drinking and getting blackout drunk. Go back to messing up your career and image. Go back to being wild and crazy. You're never going to change, Y/N. Stay in your lane and stick to what you know best. Fix this." He hung up.

You cried and stayed in bed for hours until your manager had to help you get up. She knew you weren't fine, but she didn't push you to tell her anything. She was an angel.

"Y/N..." She said softly. "Y/N, you have a concert in LA next month. Are you sure you're okay doing this?"

You nodded, "Can we leave for LA earlier? I really don't want to be here right now."

Of course Jiyong found out that you left the country instead of fixing the "mess you left". He thought, if you weren't going to say anything, then he wasn't going to say anything. To his surprise, everyone seemed to easily accept the fact that you were siblings. Everyday, he kept seeing comments on his Instagram post about being similar.

"how didn't we all see their similarities?! they literally have the same face shape, same nose, and same smile!!"

"can't believe the kwon siblings are wild in their own right (in a fun way) bc y/n's a wild party girl and... we all heard jiyong's album"

"i remember that one interview of y/n where she said her biggest inspiration is gd and all of us thought it's nothing new bc gd is literally the idol of idols and with this new info, we can all say that it's really sweet of her to say that her biggest inspo is gd and it also makes sense bc that's her brother!!"

"in some angles, they look like twins! 🥹"

He didn't know what it was, but he suddenly had the urge to search you up on Google. Yes, as much as he hated it, you were related. However, he didn't know anything about you. He never bothered to. Now that everyone knows, he figured to at least find out who you are as an artist.

He watched every single interview you were in and he found out a lot of things about you. He even called your mom to confirm if the things you said were true. He lightly chuckled whenever you'd say a witty comeback and his heart warmed when you showed an old picture of you and him. His face was covered with a small piece of paper and you were smiling widely. His heart ached when you told the interviewer why it was your favorite childhood photo.

"It's my favorite photo because captured my relationship with my brother perfectly. I'd remove the piece of paper, but... I don't want to compromise his safety and privacy." You said softly with a sad smile. "My brother's older than me and I really look up to him. He's so cool. I just wanted to be as cool as him and I know I can never be that cool. I would always watch him dance and I remember how mesmerized I was."

Jiyong didn't know how to feel. He watched a few more videos and he learned that you kept tabs on him. He scrolled through your Instagram and he saw that you keep using his music whenever you'd post pictures. You were his biggest fan.

Meanwhile, you were preparing for your concert in LA. You decided to switch up your setlist and your manager approved. As a little treat to your American fans, you were going to do a cover of Miley Cyrus' song, 'Used to be Young'. You were really feeling that song at the moment and you had a little self-reflection: if Jiyong still didn't like you, it's time to take another road and just ignore him.

Towards the end of your concert, you decided to do the surprise song. "I have a little treat for you, guys. I have a surprise cover song!" You enthusiastically said and they screamed again. "I'm so obsessed with this song, I swear." You smiled and the intro played.

"~The truth is bulletproof, there's no foolin' you, I don't dress the same. Me and who you say I was yesterday have gone our separate ways. Left my livin' fast somewhere in the past 'cause that's for chasin' cars. Turns out open bars lead to broken hearts and goin' way too far.~" You sang beautifully as a slideshow of your old pictures played on the screen behind you. It was all your pictures from your most embarrassing point in life, but you didn't regret a single thing about it.

The song made you emotional, but you just kept singing. Your fans sang along too and it made you smile hearing them sing along. You knew this cover is being filmed to be posted on your YouTube channel, so you looked directly at the camera as you sang the last chorus.

"~I know I used to be crazy; messed up, but god, was it fun. I know I used to be wild that's 'cause I used to be young. Those wasted night are not wasted, I remember every one. I know I used to be crazy that's 'cause I used to be young. You tell me has done changed me, that's fine, I had a good run. I know I used to be crazy that's 'cause I used to be young.~" Tears streamed down your face when you finished the song.

Your cover instantly went viral after you posted it on YouTube and Jiyong watched the whole thing and he saw how emotional you were and how the song related to your relationship. Flashbacks of his hurtful words suddenly haunted him and all of a sudden, he wasn't watching his 20-something year old sister. He was watching 6-year old you; the one he would kick out of his room because you were watching him dance. He was watching 6-year old you; the one who'd show him pictures you drew with cheap crayons. Somehow, that made him emotional.

He watched as you sang the last chorus. He felt as if you were looking straight at him; like it was a direct message from you to him. When the song was over, he was crying. He didn't know what was happening, but he was sure of one thing: something shifted.

-

A/N: hope you guys liked it! <3 lmk if u want part 2

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jiyong taglist: @loveesiren

buy me a coffee?

[ripyourthroat]

gyro-drop verse: the childish media was so quick to run the town with their poorly-written articles during the false drug allegations. i can’t even use medicine anymore without heads turning. it dropped me to a really low point.

gyro-drop chorus: i like when the woman is on TOP💜

[wcnderlnds]

[emmiesoverthemoon]

mum i know what i want for my birthday

anyways… jiyong’s arms tho

👁️🫦👁️

[ldydeath]

Feels Like I'll Die Without You Part 2 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You can’t get Jiyong off your mind, no matter how hard you try. When he invites you to his album release you decide to go despite your best judgment. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex. Author’s Note: Minors please don’t interact. This is part two of Feels Like I’ll Die Without You. There’s probably going to be more parts to this, I hope you enjoy this part!

PART ONE

Leaving the party had been one of the hardest things you’d ever done. It should’ve been easy, you had someone waiting for you at home. Your ex boyfriend whom you hadn’t thought about in twelve years shouldn’t be in your head still and yet here you were in your hotel, replaying the kiss in your mind. 

There was no reason for you to even be thinking about that kiss. You should’ve never allowed yourself the opportunity to be alone with him. Clearly some habits were hard to break no matter how long ago you last had them. You picked up your phone, scrolling through the contacts until you got to Jiyong’s name. A name you should’ve deleted twelve years ago when he walked out of your Los Angeles apartment. Your finger hovered over the text icon, biting down on your lip. You shouldn’t. 

Jiyong? 

The one and only.  He replied back instantly as if he’d been waiting for your text. 

You would keep the same number. 

So did you. 

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard in your hotel suite. 

I can’t stop thinking about you. Can I see you before I fly home? 

I have an album release tomorrow, if you want to come by. I can’t stop thinking about you either.

Send me the details, I’ll be there.

You read his words over and over, a small smile on your lips. This was wrong but you’d already cheated. What was the harm in seeing him one more time before you never saw him again?  You knew in the back of your mind if you went to his album release there was no going back. You’d left tonight for a reason, because you knew if you hadn’t you would’ve had him on that table as many times as you could go until you got caught. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Youngbae’s voice rang out. Jiyong tried to hide his phone but Youngbae glanced at the contact first.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, sliding the phone into his pocket. 

“Playing a dangerous game, Ji.” Youngbae warned before patting his friend on the back. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jiyong nodded and Youngbae took off. 

Jiyong knew there wasn’t going to be a happy ending for him, talking to you. He couldn’t help it though. He’d known the minute he’d walked out of your apartment all those years ago he’d never be able to get over you. If you wanted to see him again, he wasn’t going to say no. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sent you the details for the album release, waved goodbye to the few stragglers at the party and headed home.

You looked down as your phone buzzed again, rolling your eyes at the party invite. Dress code: A touch of Jiyong. You highly doubted you had clashing patterns in your suitcase, but you did have a scarf. You could work with that.

The next evening rolled around fast, almost too fast and as you put the final touches on your outfit you realized this was the first album release you’d both been at together since yours. Maybe you shouldn’t go. As much as you wanted to convince yourself that this was just a friendly meeting, you knew the truth. If he dragged you away again you weren’t going to be strong enough to say no.  Tying the scarf around your neck you grabbed your bag and headed to your car. You’d regret this in the morning.

 The party was in full swing when you showed up, sneaking in a bag door. The last thing you needed was for anyone to spot you going to a G-Dragon party. The media would have a field day with it and this needed to be kept secret. Your eyes wandered around the room spotting all the familiar faces before landing on Jiyong. Your breath catching in your throat as his eyes locked on yours. It wasn’t fair for anyone to look that good. Especially in that stupid hat. Was it glued to his head? 

He smirked at you, eyebrows raised as he took a sip from his drink. This was his night and he was going to make you do the work. You raised your head high as you made your way into the party, your eyes staying locked on his as you walked across the room.

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” The smirk a permanent fixture on his face. 

You wanted to smack it off his face but instead you let your eyes trail his body, another perfectly fit suit, as if he was trying to kill you. 

“I can’t leave early so you’re going to have to stop looking at me like that.” His voice broke your thoughts and you glared up at him. 

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He snorted at your words. 

“Okay. Let’s get you a drink.” You rolled your eyes at him but followed him further into the room, grabbing a drink from the bar.

As you took a sip you allowed yourself a second to take in your surroundings. The party was very him and you couldn’t help but feel proud of how he’d turned his life around. The Jiyong you knew would have long been drunk by now. 

“You good for a second? Gotta go introduce the album.” You nodded and he walked off.

You watched intently as he introduced the album and thanked all the usual people for their support over his hiatus. The cheers of his friends and team filled the room and you couldn’t help but grin at him as the familiar tune of the first track started playing. He made his way over to you, you both standing in comfortable silence as the songs played on. 

“This one is about you.” He whispered in your ear as the fifth song started playing. 

You turned to him wide eyed. He was still writing songs about you? You’d had your suspicions on a few over the years but the outright confirmation made your heart leap out of your chest. He looked down at you, the smirk replaced by something else. Love, maybe? Definitely lust. Before you could respond he shushed you and pointed to his ear as if telling you to just listen. 

“This one too.” He smirked as the last track started. Hearing the words you raised a brow at him. He definitely knew what game he was playing. 

As the song came to an end and everyone cheered again, you looked over as Jiyong. The music replaced with the playlist he’d approved for the evening and you slid your hand into his. His brow shot up in surprise. As if picking up the hint, Jiyong led you through the party and to the empty bathroom, locking the door after he led you inside. 

Your lips were on his in an instant, picking up right where you’d left off the night before. Jiyong’s hands trailed from your arms to your waist and finally to your legs before he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he leaned you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours. Your dress hiked up your thighs and you rocked your hips against him. 

Jiyong let out a low growl, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw. He moved a hand up to untie your scarf, throwing it to the ground and you made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down his arms. He shrugged out of it one arm at a time, doing his best to keep you steady against the wall as your hips grinned against him again. 

His hand trailed down your body, his hand resting by your underwear and you rocked your hip into his hand. He let out another low groan, his lips finding their way back yours as his hand pushed brushed against you. 

“Are you sure?” He mumbled against your lips and nodded as your fingers ran down his chest, stopping at his belt. He pushed your underwear aside and slipped a finger inside. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled as he slid another finger in, rubbing against your wet center. 

Your hips rocked in motion with his fingers and you undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly. 

“I need you.” You whispered against his lips. Jiyong’s eyes shot open as he removed his hand from inside you.

 Your eyes met and he pushed your hand away from you before positioning himself before entering you. He entered you slowly, filling you up, your walls hugging around him tightly and you both let out a groan.  He began thrusting in and out of you slowly, your head falling back to rest on the wall as you let out a moan. 

Your hips rolled against him and that was all he needed to pick up the pace. This needed to be quick, before you got caught and you leaned your head forward capturing his lips again. Your mouths swallowed each other's moans as Jiyong thrust in and out of you. 

“Ji, I’m so close.” You whispered and he let out a moan as he gave two more hard thrusts. 

Everything went hazy and you arched your back just slightly allowing him to hit your g spot with ease. Your eyes squeezed shut as you climaxed, your head falling back again. Jiyong let out a groan as he reached his own orgasm, unloading inside of you. You both stayed pressed against each other, him inside of you, your legs around his as you caught your breath. You leaned in giving him a gentle kiss before he pulled out and you slid down him, landing on your feet. 

“We should get back out there.” You looked around for your scarf, tying it back around your neck.

Jiyong nodded, zipping up his pants before putting his shirt back on. You reached up to smooth your hair back down and gave him a small smile. 

“You’re leaving, huh?” 

“I should. The album is great though.” Jiyong smiled at your words, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He paused, his eyes finding yours. “I’m guessing this is the last time I’ll see you?” 

“I have to go home, Ji. I have someone waiting for me there.” 

“Right. Well, thanks for coming.” You walked over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

“Take care of yourself,  Ji.” 

“You too.” 

You gave him one last smile before walking out of the bathroom. You wanted to say so much more, but you knew you shouldn’t. There was nothing left to say, was there? 

Jiyong stood in the bathroom for a little longer than he probably should, but he knew he didn’t have it in him to watch you walk away again. After what felt like a decent amount of time, he plastered a fake smile on his face before heading out to the party, finding a group of his friends and thanking them for coming. He’d try for the rest of the night to get you out of his mind. But he knew he wouldn’t. Maybe one day he’d find the words to make you stay.

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[geekforhorror]

“who are you currently hyperfixated on?”

them, your honor.

[aizshallnotbefound]

𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1

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𝒀/𝒏 ✓ - see you at the meet and greet <3 bigbang x 2NE1

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User_lvsCl - wish i was gd ngl 😔

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[emmiesoverthemoon]

stupid bet

Pairing: g-dragon/ kwon jiyong x reader

Word Count: 2,326

Summary: A playful drunken challenge turns into a game of seduction, but as Jiyong steadily dismantles your defenses, you realizes they lost long before you even knew you were playing.

Tags: teasing, tension, flirting, all that jam, stubborn reader

cross posted on ao3 here

Your office is quiet.

The kind of quiet that only comes when the day has stretched too long, when even the air feels heavy with exhaustion. Most of the staff have long since packed up and left, the faint click of doors and elevator chimes fading into the background hours ago.

But you’re still here.

Your desk is a mess of contracts, schedule printouts, and a half-empty coffee cup that’s long since gone cold. The white-blue glow of your laptop screen flickers across your face as you skim through another email, fingers moving swiftly over the keys.

“You work too much.”

You don’t even look up.

“And you don’t work enough,” you shoot back, scanning the last few lines of text before hitting send.

A soft thunk—the sound of something being placed on your desk. You glance over to find a takeaway cup, still steaming. The scent of something warm and sweet curls into the air—not coffee; hot chocolate.

Your eyes flick up.

Jiyong leans against the edge of your desk, hands in his pockets, watching you with that infuriating, ever-present smirk. His dark eyes glint with amusement, but beneath it, something quieter.

He gasps, feigning offence. “I work very hard at pretending I don’t work at all.”

You sigh, rubbing at your temples. “You have a radio interview tomorrow morning, a magazine shoot in the afternoon, and a late-night talk show to close out the day. So forgive me if I don’t have time to listen to you whine about my work ethic.”

“And yet,” he drawls, “you’re the one still in this office at—” he flips his wrist over to check his watch, “—almost ten o’clock at night.”

You don’t answer. Because, well. He’s right.

But that doesn’t mean you have time to dwell on it.

You reach for another document, flipping through the pages. “If you came in here just to be annoying, congratulations. Mission accomplished. Now go home.”

“Actually,” he says, “I came in here to drag you out of this office before you wither away under overly fluorescent lighting.”

You glance at him again, wary. “No, thanks.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Jiyong.”

“Sweetheart.” The teasing lilt in his voice makes your fingers tighten around your pen.

You exhale slowly. “I have a hundred things to do before the end of the week. If you want to go out, I can have someone else arrange it for you.”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeats, gaze still being held strong to your eyes, “because I’m not asking anyone else. I’m asking you.”

The shift is subtle.

His voice, still teasing but softer now. The way he leans in just slightly, like he’s pulling you into some invisible gravity.

“Come out with me,” he insists, quieter this time. “Just for an hour. Two, if I can convince you to stay.”

“You can’t.”

“I bet I can.”

Your jaw tightens. “I have deadlines, Jiyong. I have three back-to-back meetings tomorrow and—”

“And you’re still going to have all of that whether you take a break or not.” His gaze flickers over you, assessing your overworked state. “But you’re running on fumes. If you don’t stop now, you’re going to crash, and then where will I be?”

“This isn’t about you.”

“Everything is about me,” he says smoothly.

You huff, shaking your head. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you put up with me.”

You should say no. You should send him on his way, return to your work, and ignore the way he’s looking at you like he already knows he’s won.

But—It’s late.Your head is starting to ache. And, fine, maybe you’re running on fumes. And, fine, maybe you like that there’s something dangerous in the way he’s waiting for your answer, like this is more than just an invitation. Like this is a challenge.

You exhale sharply, snapping your laptop shut and rising from your chair. “One drink.”

His smirk widens.

“We’ll see.”

It started as a joke.

The kind of reckless challenge tossed carelessly across the table, carried by the haze of warm lights and the slow, liquid burn of another late night. The kind of thing you say when the air is thick with laughter and bravado, when the lines between daring and dangerous blur into something you don’t bother to examine too closely.

The bar hums around you, a low murmur of voices and clinking glasses. Outside, the night is deep and endless, pressing against the windows, but here, it’s all golden glow and too much familiarity. The heat of lingering conversations. The comfortable, slow-burning drowsiness that comes from just enough wine to be bold, but not enough to be reckless.

Well.

Maybe just enough to be reckless.

Because you say it without thinking—without considering that the weight of your words might shift something in the air, might tilt the balance in a way you won’t be able to take back.

“I think—I bet you couldn’t make me fall for you even if you tried.”

Your voice is flippant, dismissive, the way it always is when you’re baiting him. You tip your glass back, letting the liquid swirl against the side as you lift it to your lips, not really watching him—except, of course, you are.

Across from you, Jiyong stills. The change in his body language is slight. Barely perceptible. But you notice.

The way his fingers tighten around his glass, the faintest shift in his expression—there, then gone. His dark eyes flick to yours, and for a split second, something sharp flickers behind them.

Not amusement. Something else.

Your stomach performs an unfamiliar lurch. You expect him to scoff, to roll his eyes, to brush it off the way you do—like it’s nothing, like it’s all just another round in the unspoken game the two of you continue to play.

But instead—

Jiyong leans back against the booth, one arm draping over the backrest. Slowly.

His movements are deliberate, measured, but the ease is deceptive—because it’s not relaxed, not really. It’s something else entirely.

His head tilts slightly as he considers you, the hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. But it isn’t his usual cocky grin. It’s different.

It’s like he’s just seen something in you that you weren’t aware of exposing.

“Oh yeah?” His voice is low, rich, carrying just the faintest rasp, and God help you—it shivers down your spine before you can stop it.

You smirk. You don’t let yourself waver. “Yeah. You couldn’t even if you were to dream of it.”

The second the words settle between you, something shifts. The warmth of the room suddenly feels stifling, it isn’t coming from only the wine anymore—this is palpable. The space between you—across the small wooden table, across the dim bar lights—narrows without either of you moving.

Because Jiyong isn’t laughing. Not in the way you expected. His smirk deepens—not playful, not teasing, but slow and deliberate.

Knowing. Like he’s already decided something. Like you just handed him the exact opening he’s been waiting for.

Your pulse trips. The smart thing—the safe thing—would be to laugh, to roll your eyes, to shrug it off and move on.

But you don’t.

Because you are watching him now.

The way the candlelight flickers over the sharp lines of his jaw. The way his fingers drum lightly against his glass, controlled and unhurried. The way his eyes flicker—first to your lips, then back to your eyes, like he’s weighing his options.

And then, slowly, carefully, he leans forward.

Not much, just enough to make the air between you thin.

Just enough that you feel it, the heat of him, the pull of something you shouldn’t name.

“Alright then.” The words are dangerous in their quiet simplicity. His voice drops—low and smooth, brushing against your skin like velvet and steel.

“Let’s play.”

And just like that—the game began.

At first, it was harmless.

Or at least, it pretended to be.

Jiyong flirted with you as easy as breathing, it was second nature to him. He smirked at you in a crowded room, murmuring half-teasing, half-infuriating comments just to get a reaction out of you. He leans in too close when he doesn’t need to, his breath brushing the shell of your ear, voice smooth as silk.

“Careful, baby. You look like you’re thinking about me too much.”

You scoff. You roll your eyes. You pretend it doesn’t affect you.

But then—he starts getting clever. He learns your tells.

He found excuses to touch—small, innocuous touches that linger longer than they should. A hand at the small of your back as he moves past. Fingers curling around your wrist for a second too long when he hands you a drink. A fleeting touch against your waist when he steadies you, his grip warm and certain.

And worst of all—he made you notice.

He watched.

Not obviously, not outright, but intently. His gaze lingered when he thinks you aren’t looking, dark and unreadable. He met your eyes across the room and held them, unblinking, like he was waiting for you to admit something first.

It was unbearable. It was working.

You tried to fight back.

You threw every sharp word, every pointed glare, every biting remark his way. But you never intended harm, and Jiyong was highly aware.

“You really think you’re winning, don’t you?” you proclaimed one afternoon, arms crossed, chin lifted in defiance.

Jiyong grinned, lazy and unbothered, shifting just slightly with the purpose to invade your space.

“I don’t think, doll.” He dipped his head just slightly, voice dropping to a murmur, breath warm against your skin. “I know.”

Your stomach tightened. You shoved at his chest—more forcefully than necessary, your hands pressing warm sparks across his body. He allowed you, laughing, but he’s still watching, still waiting.

You strode away from him. It should have ended there.

It didn’t.

Because now, it was everywhere.

It was the way he looked at you when you were laughing at something else, something completely unrelated, like you were the most fascinating thing in the room.

It was the way his hand lingers at your lower back in a crowded space, casual to anyone watching, but to you—it was anything but.

It was the way he murmurs your name, low and quiet, like a secret slipping through his lips.

And then—then, there was the night you pretty much lost entirely.

The two of you were alone in your office long after the working day had ended, moonlight streaming in through your thin blinds, creating low mood lighting to add to the overwhelming tension in the air. The night hummed with an undercurrent—a weight in the air that neither of you had the courage to name.

You stood in front of your desk, leaning against the edge, your arms crossed against your chest. Jiyong was situated across from you, hands in his pockets, his usual confidence tempered with something quieter. Something heavier.

You should have done something. You should have ended this. You disliked that you were losing this stupid game, giving in was unlike you.

But you said nothing.

Because he was watching you again, like he already knew the answer to a question you had yet to ask. Like he was waiting.

“Tell me something, sweetheart.” His voice is soft now, coaxing. He took a step closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that you can feel the heat of him. “Do you ever think about giving in to me?”

Your breath caught. A part of you wanted to laugh, to scoff, to throw back something sharp and biting. To pretend you were still in control of yourself. Like you were no more than putty in his hands the moment he looked at you the way he did in that bar the night this all had begun.

But you remained silent. Because there was nowhere to run now.

His hand lifted—not touching, but close enough. Hovering near your jaw, close enough that you can feel the warmth of it, the promise.

“Say the word,” he murmured, confident radiating from every syllable. “And this will all stop, I’ll leave you alone. Promise.”

You should have said it. You should have won.

But the space between you was suffocating, and your pulse was hammering too loudly, drowning out any voices of logic, and so you didn't say anything at all.

Because you didn’t want him to stop. And he knew it.

His smirk was gone. His usual playfulness—gone. He waited—because this was the moment, the moment when the game stops being a game.

The moment when you lose.

Your breath was uneven, words challenging him didn't spill from you. And that’s when it happened.

His fingers ghosted along your jaw—soft, reverent, as if testing, as if waiting for you to pull away. But you did no such thing. The action would betray you.

His face was warm, dusted with pink when he leant in closer, when his lips hovered just a breath away from yours. He was so close, you could close the distance yourself, you could finally—

A creak echoed from somewhere in the hallway outside your door. A sharp reminder of reality. You both froze, hearts beating loudly in sync.

Jiyong’s hands were motionless against your skin. His eyes flickered, dark and unreadable, his breath still mingling with yours.

And then—he pulled away from you. Slowly. Deliberately.

Leaving you standing there, heart pounding, breathless.

His smirk was back when he spoke again, but it was softer now, edged with something you can’t quite place.

“Told you this wasn’t a game, sweetheart.”

And then—he walked away.

Leaving you behind with your pulse roaring in your ears.

Leaving you behind to realize—You lost this game a long time ago, before it had even begun.

thank you for reading! might make this a two parter idk, what do you guys think🤷‍♀️

[koktgurka777]

some good pics from my ever growing collection (i’m sorting everything by year ?? you get what i mean hehh)

[eatoutofhumanholes]

We should've know that this album would be this horny by this pic alone

I need an HD scan of that pic ASAP *asking for a friend*

[cressidium]

G-DRAGON TOO BAD (feat. Anderson .Paak) (2025) mv [behind the scenes]

[maskedcrawford]

This is it. I'm done. Goodbye🥵