#Jiyong x oc!

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Date Roulette: Jiyong

Wednesday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Jiyong Week Start

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Warning level: suggestive

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Seunghyun had refused. He refused a lot of things. The only thing that I was truly annoyed with however was his refusal to tell me about how his conversation with Jiyong had gone last night. I knew that Jiyong wouldn't be able to resist telling me all about it though. He'd probably start by acting like I'd personally betrayed him too.

Such were the vague thoughts circling through my slowly waking mind.

But then I was pulled against a bare chest, and a hand started tracing up my side. His fingers skimmed along my skin, leaving the faintest touches behind like ripples.

I hummed, enjoying the attention washing over me.

The hand paused.

I made a whining noise in my throat.

The hand landed firmly on my hip, a throaty chuckle sounding behind me as lips met the skin on the back of my shoulder.

"You're awake."

It wasn't exactly a question, so I didn't exactly answer it.

Instead I turned, maneuvering so I could swing one leg over Seunghyun's hip. I ran my hand through his hair, stopping to grip the hair at the back. I directed his mouth to my own.

He laughed, letting a few kisses lane before turning onto his back.

I tried to follow him, such as it was, but he held me off.

"Hyun…" I whined, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Baby, I have to leave before everyone gets up."

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Seunghyun slipped back out of the glass doors, trying to avoid the cameras in the hall. Somewhere, deep in my stomach, a stone dropped into the previously calm water. A feeling like shame rippled outwards, threatening to spill out.

I'm being kept secret.

I resisted the thought, deciding to get up and see what today's plan was.

As soon as I stood, I was taken over by dizziness. I immediately sat back down. Glancing around, I spotted the wine glasses that had been left on the vanity. I took a minute to steel myself before slowly making my way to the vanity. Lifting both glasses, I felt myself sway slightly.

It took another rest at the vanity, a second sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, four wine glass-fulls of water, and a round of catching up on texts before I could rouse the ability to get dressed.

From: Hugeboy I was thinking about you~ From: Hugeboy I keep thinking about you (♡◇♡) From: Hugeboy It makes me want to text you |ω･) From: Hugeboy You're always so busy (´Д` ) From: Hugeboy I'll see something and want to send you a picture but I feel like I'm bothering you orz

There were a few messages from Soo-ah as well. They were mostly a series of links to apartment listings, but she also included a photo of herself visiting Ttungbo in the kennel.

I spotted an expensive pair of sneakers sticking out from the bottoms of some baggy jeans behind her. There was no doubt in my mind that they belonged to Bobby.

=====

"Glasses day?"

I groaned, hoping the tone was enough to answer Daesung's question. Shuffling to the breakfast bar, I posted up on one of the stools and bent forward to lay on the counter.

"Ay, bendita…" a hand gently patted my hair, "drink too much last night?"

I turned my head so I could blink up at Daesung.

"What?"

He gave me a smile before turning towards the fridge. Opening the door, he bent at the waist as he spoke up again.

"Taeyang mentioned that he thought you and Jiyong went for drinks or something. Said," he stood up and turned towards me, a small hangover drink in hand, "you were acting weird. Here."

He cracked the seal, opening the bottle before placing it on the counter next to me. Task done, he turned and started opening cabinets.

I struggled to decide which end of the conversation to tackle first. A phrase about eating frogs floated through my mind.

Pushing myself to sit up, I pulled the drink closer.

"What else did Taeyang say?"

I chugged the bottle, hoping it would somehow soften whatever was said next.

He hummed, pulling a pan out and clicking the range on.

"That you seemed glad to be interrupted."

How diplomatic. I set the now empty bottle aside, leaning forward onto my elbows.

"He's not wrong."

I picked at my nails, not really wanting to go much further. Still, I knew it was somewhat unavoidable. The proximity of everyone, the nature of people… it would probably be better to just have a conversation than to let things get all clouded and smoky with assumptions and half…

Smoky.

My nose twitched.

Looking up, I saw Daesung standing in front of the stove top. He was staring at the pan in front of him, but obviously not seeing it.

"Dae," I called him quietly.

No response.

"Daesung." I was more firm this time, "the butter."

He shook his head, coming back to himself.

"Shit," he grabbed the pan and lifted it off of the range. He set it aside, onto an unlit section, before turning to face me.

I shook my head, "turn that off."

"Right," he turned back and fumbled with the knob until the flame disappeared. Kitchen no longer in danger of burning down, he set his sights back on me.

Thus commenced the staring match. I was willing to let it stretch as long as possible, but I could see him getting twitchy after a few seconds.

Sighing, I leaned back on the barstool.

"Just ask, Dae."

"What happened with Seungri?"

I stared at him. Did he really not know? And what was the point in knowing?

After a moment, I shook my head.

"Ask something else."

Daesung had the decency to look ashamed. He nodded to himself for a moment before taking a breath to speak.

"Did Jiyong…" he paused, apparently struggling to come up with the right words.

"It's not the same," I interrupted him, "it's more… just… confusing."

"Confusing," he echoed me.

"If I could explain it, I would."

Shaking his head, he turned back towards the stove.

"You don't have to explain," he pulled paper towels from the cupboard and started cleaning the burned butter from the pan. "As long as he didn't… hurt you."

I tried to decipher the vibes of the kitchen. He didn't sound too upset. That was part of it but he was being cautious too - understandable, given the topic.

I didn't exactly want to contribute to what I was interpreting as him being concerned, but I also didn't want to keep everything to myself.

"Not physically anyway," I said it quietly, giving him the option of pretending he hadn't heard, "and not on purpose, I think."

Daesung sighed, shoulders slumping. He kept his attention on the food he was preparing this time when he spoke.

"That doesn't exactly inspire confidence, pet."

I shrugged, laying down to once again press my cheek onto the cool stone of the counter.

"This is just how I have to live for now."

I let my eyes close, warding against the building ache in my head and slight nausea that was creeping its way through my gut.

Daesung let me indulge in the self-soothing that was laying on the counter in silence. I listened to him move around the kitchen, soaking up the sounds and smells of his breakfast. Sizzling, crackling, tapping, scraping… I didn't have the neurological predisposition towards ASMR, but this must have been pretty close.

A distinctly ceramic dragging sound and slight thunk sounded like it was directly next to my head.

"Eat."

I peeked a single eye open. My sight was greeted by a plate of toast. Not just any toast though. Daesung had cut the center out of the bread and fried it with an egg. I closed my eye again, smiling.

"You're wonderful," I mumbled as I forced myself to sit up. "A delight, even."

=====

"Do you mind if I just…" I indicated the mouse in the staffer's hand.

She nodded, rolling her seat back a little to make room.

"You're familiar with it?" She asked.

"I'm more familiar with CAD," I mumbled, focusing more on the screen in front of me, "but SketchUp is fine."

"I thought you were an accountant."

I swapped the sofa and loveseat for a sectional and a shelf, creating a half wall to clearly define the spaces for eating and lounging.

"After I switched majors, yeah."

She fell silent, her assigned purpose for the day made obsolete.

The idea for this experiment was to test compatibility through interior design. I thought that's what it was anyway. We were each paired with someone who understood the software, given a blank rendering of an apartment, and told to fill the digital space to our liking.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if there was another date on the line. They hadn't really thrown something like that in since the musical with Seunghyun. Had it not scored well with test audiences?

"Ugh," I couldn't stop the sound from exiting my mouth.

"Something wrong?"

I looked at the staffer, brain drawing a blank on how to explain the noise away.

"Oh," I was not off to a great start. "I just… um…"

"The color? Here," she rolled closer and took the mouse back. She shot me a brief smile as she moved. Conspiratorial, almost. Knowing.

I gave her a smile that was half grimace. Why was she covering for me? Was it a skill that all entertainment staff had? Or was it that often mysticalized feminine bond?

"Do you often work like this?"

She glanced up at me, quickly settling her eyes back on the computer screen.

"Not really," she tilted her head, making a few adjustments to the furniture on screen. "This is my first time, actually. What do you think?"

She indicated the screen.

I was blasted with dusty pink shades to go with the green options I had chosen. I made an effort to reign in my facial expression.

"Maybe a cream color instead?"

She nodded, and turned back to make the change.

"So what sort of work do you usually do?" I asked.

It was nice, talking to a normal person for a moment. I didn't have to fake my curiosity, or cover up what I already knew.

A bit of musical theater popped into my head.

Getting to know you. Getting to know all about you.

"-artments for rich types."

Shit. I had totally spaced out on her answer.

"What about you?" She asked.

"Oh," I shrugged, "I mean… I was doing the teacher thing for a while."

She let a small laugh out through her nose. I couldn't tell if it was in derision or just because of how common of a story it was.

"Stereotypical, right?" I joked.

Another nose laugh.

"But I finished studying and taking the KICPA test while I was doing that. So now…" I shrugged, "I'm not really sure."

"That's pretty specific," she replied, "how can you be unsure? Like this?"

I looked at the screen again. This time I was met with a much more calming, to me anyway, color pallette. Deep greens, warm creams… something out of a young adult novel about elves.

"I like it."

"Picasso."

We both broke down in giggles at that.

=====

Apparently, Seunghyun and I shared a "sense of movement." At least, that's what the expert said.

The six of us sat in an office, being shown each others' designs, while a not-quite-yet-elderly man explained the ways I was similar - or dissimilar - to each of the boys.

Daesung and I both had designed spaces that looked a bit like hobbit holes. Both of us shared an affinity for books and something like organized clutter. Where I had plants, he had an aquarium, both being examples of bringing nature inside.

Seunghyun and I shared ideas about how to move through the space. We had all been given the same floor plan, so I had thought we would each design something fairly similar in that way. But apparently Seunghyun and I were the only ones who had lent much thought to what it would be like to physically inhabit the space.

Taeyang shared my affinity for plants, but that was just about the sum total of our matching. Where I had placed a bookshelf intended for board games, he had put an upright piano. I supposed that made sense.

Jiyong was clearly a minimalist, but we apparently both intended to host others in that imaginary apartment. His design was probably best described as being sterile, but accommodating. Extra seating in the dining area, that sort of thing.

Seungri's design… well…

If you had asked me to design a space intended to be secretly unwelcoming, I might have done something like his. He had a sideboard positioned in such a way that I could easily imagine guests bumping their hip on it as they passed. The entire thing was, in a word, haphazard. It may have just been because he didn't take the task seriously, but it unnerved me.

Where the expert saw a lack of design smarts, I saw an apartment that was built to keep guests off balance.

Maybe that was a less than generous way of thinking about it, but I didn't think so. Regardless, possibly for the sake of the cameras, the other boys teased him about his perceived shortcoming.

I declined to join in the "fun" with them. Maybe a month ago I would have teased him as well but, knowing what I knew now, I couldn't force myself to make light of it.

Instead, I just nodded, acting like the designer was offering some enlightening explanation. A treatise on the connection between personality and decorating.

"So, in conclusion," the man clasped his hands together for just a moment, "I'd say that you three…"

He gestured at Seunghyun, Jiyong, and Daesung in turn.

"... are the best matches for Miss Luna here. Just," he shrugged, "in different ways."

"We already knew that," Taeyang laughed.

"Did we?" Seungri asked.

I wanted to hit him. Good lord how I wanted to hit him and hit him and hit him and hit him and h…

"You don't agree?" The expert asked.

"I think opposites can attract each other," Seungri shrugged. He turned to me. He addressed me, directly, for the first time in… how long? Two weeks? Three?

"We got along pretty well at the beginning, right?"

Silence filled the room as I pointedly ignored him. I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel the others getting more and more tense. I saw the expert's eyes flicking about the room, landing on each of us briefly before moving to the next.

I chose to trust the editors to take care of it.

"That can be true," Jiyong finally broke the silence, "but some people can be too different."

"I don't think we're that different."

There was a smile in his voice - a smile that I refused to look to confirm. I didn't know what fucking game he was playing, but I refused to play it with him.

"Isn't that a contradiction?" Taeyang asked. "Saying opposites attract, and then saying you two are similar? What's this guy saying?"

Taeyang laughed. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it was a practiced sound - disingenuous, but not obviously so.

"The whole point of the exercise was to find compatibility," the expert reminded us. "If you're unhappy with the results, you should reflect on why it came out that way."

=====

An envelope was waved, a staffer announcing that there was another date on the line. Someone suggested I choose my favorite apartment design. Someone else said that would be too much like a spoiler for my final choice.

More suggestions, more rebuttals.

I backed out of the decision-making process, citing the aforementioned spoiler concern. Instead, I sort of… disconnected. Standing to the side, I was aware of the people around me. On autopilot, I rocked on my heels, waiting for a decision to be made.

In true Kpop reality television style, it came down to rock-paper-scissors.

Taeyang excused himself from the trial, saying it should only be the top three - as decided by the design expert. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I made a note to thank him for that. Not so much for removing himself, but for creating a situation where Seungri didn't really have the option to participate.

It took six rounds, but eventually, Jiyong approached me. He grinned, offering me his hand.

"It's fate," he winked as he said it.

I blinked, coming back to myself. I felt a bit like I was waking up - groggy.

"Is that it?"

The question came out quieter than I intended. My gut twisted briefly, a bit of self-loathing triggered by the demure sound of my own voice. Oh well. It would probably play well with some part of the audience.

He tilted his head, smile not faltering thanks to years of idol training. I could see it in his shoulders, though, his chest angling silently to put more of himself between me and the others.

"Of course, my love.”

=====

“I have to admit,” Jiyong said while waiting for his manicure to set, “I convinced production to switch what they had planned for the date.”

He had suggested that we go to a salon he knew to have a combination of getting ready and getting pampered.

“What had they planned?”

“The premier showing of that movie,” he paused, checking his nails. “I don't remember the name. The post-rebellion mega-corporation one.”

I nodded, ignoring the minor heat-spike of my own nails curing under a lamp.

“The one that people said looks like Black Knight, right?”

Jiyong hummed, “with Woobin? Yeah.”

I nodded, humming a small acknowledgment as I watched the nail technician apply starry stencils to my nails.

“Did you choose a color?” The technician asked.

“A deep pink would look good,” Jiyong suggested.

The technician stood, hand already reaching for the pink and red section of the display.

“I want green,” I called out.

The technician paused, glancing between Jiyong and me.

“Like an apple,” I insisted.

She still seemed unsure.

I grit my teeth to stop myself from saying something mean.

“That would be cute too,” Jiyong nodded.

Finally, the technician moved. She passed the reds, purples, and blues, coming to a stop where the greens and yellows were kept. Quickly selecting two bottles, she returned to her seat across from me.

“It's good that you two share tastes,” she commented. “Which one do you prefer?”

I blinked in the direction of the bottles, not fully absorbing the difference between the shades as I fought back a swirl of rage. I couldn't even pinpoint exactly which part of the interaction had annoyed me. The way Jiyong had spoken up - expecting his opinion to matter? The way the technician had clearly waited for him to approve of my choice? Sure, he had insisted he was paying, but these were still my nails. My nails, on my fingers. My body.

I realized I had been staring at the bottles for too long.

“The lighter one,” I decided just to be done with it.

“And for the accent nail?”

I actually did put a little bit of thought into that. I lifted a hand, looking over the stencils.

“You know those blush nails? Or aura?”

The technician nodded.

“That,” I laid my hand back onto the cushioned rest in front of me, “with the same green.”

=====

“How are you feeling?”

The manicures were done. I was sat in the passenger seat of a car that had previously thrilled me. But right now, it just annoyed me. It was ostentatious. It was meant to impress, and I had fallen for it.

“Fine,” my voice sounded empty, despite the overly practiced upward lilt.

“Good,” Jiyong busied himself with pulling out of the parking space, “I thought you might be tired.”

Here it is.

I was sure we had finally reached the point where he'd interrogate me about being with Seunghyun last night. The revelation of whatever they had discussed.

“I planned something a little quieter tonight,” he explained, “just in case.”

=====

I tried to ignore the semi-quiet of the restaurant. Jiyong must have done some form of reflecting on our past conversations because he at least didn't reserve the entire place. Still, it was clear that he wanted us to be alone. Thus, we had an entire room to ourselves.

I could tell from the layout that it was at least two sections. Perhaps three, depending on if the fireplace warranted its own division.

In light of everything I had come to know about Jiyong, I knew that this was probably the best compromise he could come up with. I, having repeatedly asked for normalcy, had the comfort of knowing there were other patrons elsewhere. He, wanting complete privacy, at least had the comfort of being out of view of the others.

“I feel like I should only whisper,” I whispered, “it feels like a library or something.”

Maybe I was playing up the naivete, but I knew the conversation was coming eventually. It was now my main mission to make it through the meal and back to the house while avoiding it.

Jiyong smiled. For a second, I saw the way he had looked at me while helping me get ready for the theater. The smile was all soft edges.

“Should we play a game?” He whispered back.

A thousand texts messages, cocky voices, and snapchats floated into one cohesive phrase in my mind.

If this motherfucker said twenty questions I would simply leave.

“What sort of game?”

His smile shifted somehow, going from soft to mischievous. I prepared myself to relive the cliche.

“Whoever stops whispering first loses.”

I glanced towards the decorative folding screen. behind it was the arched doorway that led to the bar and main entrance. The game was just stupid enough to appeal to me.

“What about when the waiter comes?” I asked, careful to keep whispering.

Jiyong pursed his lips, thinking over what sort of rules there should be. After a few seconds, he nodded.

“Okay,” he spoke even softer than before. “We must whisper when we're alone, but with others, we can speak normally.”

I nodded in agreement, “okay. Penalty for losing?”

Jiyong shrugged, “just a favor for the winner.”

I squinted at him. He looked only mischievous, not malignant. A puckish man that might play a joke but wouldn't full-on attack me.

I nodded.

“Okay,” I whispered.

=====

It was clear neither of us was planning on losing.

The meal passed quietly. The post meal drinks were near silent. The meandering walk around side streets was as hushed as a church.

“Are churches quiet?” I asked. Even my whisper sounded loud after an extended moment of silence.

“What?”

“I was just thinking that this is as quiet as being in church,” I shrugged, “but I don't go to church. So I don't know if that's true or not.”

He hummed, thinking it over before answering.

“It depends on the church,” Jiyong explained, “and what part of the service it is.”

That made enough sense. There were about four thousand different flavors of church. Some were bound to be silent.

I let maybe two more minutes of quiet pass before whispering again.

“I don't think either of us is going to give up on this bet.”

Jiyong stopped walking. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he was nodding slowly. He pursed his lips as he watched me stop and turn to face him.

“I think you're right,” he softly agreed.

“Should we call it a draw?”

Tilting his head, that mischievous grin spread across his face once more.

I squinted at him, waiting for his answer.

Staring at each other, I couldn't help but think of the silly editing that would no doubt happen for this moment. The thought made it difficult to resist glancing at the staff member holding a camera.

“No,” Jiyong whispered.

A split second later, he darted towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted. Spinning once, he set me down with a victorious look on his face.

“That's not fair!” I complained, “you surprised me! Squealing doesn't count!”

“But you're not whispering now either.”

“You cheated!” I forced myself back to a whisper as I protested.

“This would have gone on forever if I didn't do something.”

He leaned forward, tilting his head with that practiced cuteness that all idols have. Camera training on bold display.

Camera… right.

I pulled away from him, smoothing out my outfit.

“Alright,” I said. My normal speaking tone still sounded so loud, but I ignored that. “What do you want for winning?”

Jiyong hummed, dramatically drawing the droning sound on. He took a step away from me in the direction we had been walking.

“You didn’t have anything planned?”

He turned to face me again, holding his hand out towards me.

I paused, just long enough to make him speak up again.

“Hold my hand while we walk.”

“Is that your request?”

Jiyong laughed, dropping his hand for a moment while he shook his head.

“It is a request, but not my prize,” he lifted his hand again, “will you humor me while I think?”

=====

My hand was still in his when we arrived back at the house.

I went to drop the hold when we approached the door, which, of course, only spurred him to grip my hand tighter.

“Wait,” he tugged me back from the door, to the side of the front stoop with a little less light.

“What?”

The rest of the walk until now had been quiet. It had been nice. I had asked a few times about what he wanted, but he had only said that he was thinking and would tell me when we got back to the house.

And here we were.

Jiyong dropped my hand, but only so he could quickly unplug both of our lapel mics.

“Ji-yah…”

He shook his head slightly, fingers quickly tugging the batteries out of the mic-packs.

Once he was satisfied with our relative privacy, he turned to face me. He tucked both of my hands into his own. Clearly, he wasn’t above pleading.

“Sleep with me.”

I felt my face twitch, opening my mouth to say… something.

“Not like that!” Jiyong quickly defended himself.

I narrowed my eyes but waited for him to explain himself.

“I just mean…” a less confident man would have stammered, “like before.”

I thought back, remembering falling asleep on his chest at the hotel. It had been nice, feeling the rise and fall of his body as he breathed slowly next to me on those few nights. Still…

“We’ve talked about this.”

For a moment, just long enough to make it impossible to brush off as nothing, anger rolled over his face. His hands, still gripping my own, tightened.

I could feel the pace of my heart pick up, my nerves tingling with alertness. With fear. I opened my mouth, unsure what was going to come out.

“Oppa…”

It wasn't a word I used often. I knew that many men disliked the way it sounded on a foreigner's tongue and that some others liked it a bit too much. But at that moment, I only remembered that it was the only way I could break my ex out of his ramping anger. My chest tightened, waiting, hoping, for it to have a similar effect on Jiyong.

It did its work.

My hands were dropped, and that look on his face quickly transformed into a much more familiar one of regret.

“My love…”

“I'll go in first.”

I couldn't let him talk. He was too good at talking. I knew he was. Given the time to talk, he'd convince me. By appealing to pity, sympathy, or something else, he would convince me. So, I pushed past him and made my way inside.

=====

There were some bodies in the common areas of the house, but I didn't take enough notice of them to match them to names. Within thirty seconds, I was pushing my bedroom door shut and locking it for good measure.

Then there was nothing. My body still wanted to run, but there was nowhere else to go. This was the safest place that was immediately available. There was a locked door between me and everyone else.

I glanced at the sliding glass door.

Scrambling over the bed, not taking the two extra seconds to simply walk around it, I rushed to make sure that it was locked as well. For extra security, I pulled the curtains shut tightly.

One locked door in either direction. I was invisible.

It still didn't feel like enough.

Which was how I found myself, fully clothed, sitting in the center of the giant tub. It was empty. But the bathroom provided an additional locked door, and something about the tub created a feeling of security.

I pulled out my phone and stared at it. Soo-ah would answer, but would she understand? Mino would definitely answer and probably offer to come get me - regardless of if it causes more problems later on. Seunghyun… were we really close enough for me to call him about being scared of one of his members? Would Daesung be able to resist telling the others what happened?

Shaking slightly, I kept running through possible contacts for a few minutes before finally deciding.

The phone rang through to voicemail.

“Damn it.”

I hung up, slouching over until my head hit the bottom of the tub.

Who else? There had to be someone else that I hadn't thought of yet.

My phone rang, surprising me so badly that I fell over from my kneeling position. Without even looking at the caller ID, I picked up.

“Hello?”

“Who are we damning?”

[injoontz]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐩 ━ 𝐧.𝐣𝐦

pairing. na jaemin x fem!oc starring. na jaemin, ahn dami (oc) genre. soulmate // idol au warnings. none?? word count. 2.7k

synopsis. where a kpop idol finds his soulmate but the two can't stand each other ☆ :: from cough syrup — na jaemin (on wp)

full story. on wattpad

Dami felt absolutely sick to her stomach that morning. The apartment was quiet, which told her that the members had already left for their schedules. A schedule that Dami should have also gone to but quickly found herself too bedridden to do anything.

Dami groaned as her head gave a painful throb and rolled onto her stomach. Her hands weakly grabbed at her phone on the nightstand and pulled it close to her face. The blinding light from her phone stung her eyes as she checked the time. 

11:38 am.

According to her phone, she had missed multiple calls and texts from her manager and members. Most asked her if she was alright and let her know when they would be home from their schedules. 

Dami opened her messages with her manager and squinted hard to try and read the blurring message. The message asked if she was well enough to come into the company to discuss her possible return to activities but Dami highly doubted she would be able to make it in. 

It was unlikely Dami would even make it to the bathroom considering every movement she took made her spin violently.

Dropping her phone beside her, Dami reached for the small little orange bottle on her nightstand. However, the empty feeling in the bottle only made Dami realize how screwed she really was.

“Shit,” she swore. Dami weakly tossed the empty bottle across the room in frustration. She picked up her phone again and dialed Jiyoung’s number.

“Hello?” Jiyoung’s voice replied after a few rings, “I’m guessing you just woke up,” her teasing voice was endearing but Dami couldn’t be bothered to tease Jiyong back like she usually did.

“I feel like I’m dying,” Dami groaned. “I’m out of medicine,”

“Oh no,” Jiyoung winced, “I just ran out the other day as well. I haven’t had a chance to go pick up a new prescription.”

“Shit,” Dami’s voice came out breathy and in pain. She closed her eyes tightly as her head gave a violent spin, threatening to make Dami pass out.

“I’ll pick up some more on my way home today, but I don’t finish my schedule until 6. I’m so sorry,” Jiyoung sounded genuinely apologetic, and Dami knew she was as well. Jiyoung hated it whenever Dami had her symptoms.

Despite being an idol, Jiyoung rarely had to take soulmate pills. Jiyoung’s soulmate was an idol but even still she and her soulmate saw each other at least once a week unless it was during promotional periods for either one of them. Even then, the company made sure that the two saw each other at least by the end of the two-week period so they didn’t feel the symptoms of soulmate separation.

Heeyoung was the same way. Even though Dami knew that Heeyoung and her soulmate had their own set of problems, they still made time for each other so that they didn’t suffer through soulmate separation.

Dami didn’t know how she bonded with her soulmate. That itself presented more problems than one. On top of that, in the week leading up to Dami’s onset of soulmate separation symptoms, the group had just finished up their promotion for their most recent comeback and Dami had met so many fans during fan signs that it would be nearly impossible to find her soulmate.

Dami had been on hiatus for about two weeks now, she was supposed to return to her schedules and work next week. Despite being told by the hospital and doctors that as long as she took her soulmate pills every day she would be alright, Dami still found that she would feel random pains across her body or feel exhausted to the point where she felt like collapsing.

“It’s alright,” Dami replied to Jiyoung over the phone, “I’m going to call Heeyoung,”

“Feel better, Dami!” Jiyoung tried to encourage, though both Jiyoung and Dami knew that the only cure to soulmate separation was either taking the soulmate medication or finding your soulmate.

Dami hung up on Jiyoung and quickly dialed Heeyoung’s number. After explaining her situation, Heeyoung was quiet. “Dami, I took my medication with me this morning,” Heeyoung said, an apologetic tone in her voice already, “I’m at work right now, but I promise I’ll bring it to you during my break,”

Dami mumbled that it was alright and quickly hung up. She rolled on her back and groaned. Her whole body felt stiff and sore as she tried to shift herself out of bed. 

There was no way Dami could wait until either of them got back home. She felt like she was going to die if she waited for that long. Barely managing to pull herself to her feet, Dami stared at herself in her mirror for a moment taking in her appearance.

She looked as though someone had run her over with a car, and then put the car in reverse, and backed into her again. Dami’s eyes looked sunken and her hair was standing up in a nest of knots.

Dami gently splashed water on her face before throwing her hair up into a bun. It didn’t help much considering the fact that she looked sickly and pale, but it was enough for Dami to wake her up enough to get dressed and head out.

She grabbed a mask before she stepped outside of her apartment. A chill went through her body the moment she stepped outside and Dami debated going back to bed and just waiting for Jiyoung or Heeyoung to come home with medicine. She stood in her doorway for a moment before she sighed.

Her symptoms were already really bad. Dami suspected that she was also running a fever as well. It wasn’t a good idea to leave her apartment to get medicine, but it was just as bad of an idea to stay home without anything to treat it. Moving slowly down the hall, Dami gently pulled up her mask before clicking on the button for the elevator.

When it finally got there the person inside looked up from their phone and Dami nodded hello to him before stepping into the elevator. Dami leaned back on the elevator and let out a long sigh, her body felt weak as she tried to focus on what floor they were passing. 

The way to the pharmacy was worse than Dami expected. 

The walk itself was bad due to the cold fall weather, but the bus ride was worse. The weird-colored lights inside the bus and the bumpy road only made Dami feel sicker than she actually was. 

Dami had a mask on, as well as a cap, and her winter jacket tightly around her with the hood pulled over her head, but she still felt a chill go through her body wherever the bus sped up from a stop. The bus was relatively empty but of the people on the bus, they didn’t seem to recognize the girl at all, which Dami was thankful for.

When Dami stepped into the pharmacy, the pharmacist looked up to see who was approaching her. A bright smile appeared on her face when she recognized Dami.

“What brings you here?” Haeun smiled brightly at Dami, “You don’t usually show up without Minhee,”

Haeun was a friend of Dami’s manager, Kim Minhee. They had gone to college together, and because of that most of the idols in XXX Group came to see her whenever they needed medicine.

“I ran out of my soulmate pills,” Dami sighed, “I haven’t told my manager yet,”

Haeun’s smile slowly disappeared from her face, “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?”

Dami shook her head, “It’s been literally impossible,” She leaned on the front desk area, holding her head in her hands, “Every time I forget to take my soulmate pills the symptoms get worse and worse. Sometimes it seemed like even when I take them I still feel sick,”

Haeun frowned and gently patted Dami on the head, “Go sit, you look like you could collapse any moment. I’ll go get you your medication,”

Dami groaned as she pulled herself to stand up straight again. Her head felt like it was going to explode and her body felt heavy. Whenever her skin touched something, a sensitive uncomfortable feeling would take over that spot on her body. And despite the obvious burning of her skin, her body was shaking from the cold.

Dami rubbed her eyes gently and turned to head toward the small seating area. As she did, her eyes fell onto a figure headed her way. Her eyes widened a fraction and she quickly moved to sit in the waiting area. She pulled her hood over her head and tried to hide behind her mask as the person went up to the front desk. Despite the mask that he wore, Dami could recognize his slender eyes anywhere.

“Good morning,” Haeun addressed the person. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’m here to pick up a prescription,” the person replied, his voice low and slightly strained.

“Sure thing. Let me just finish up with the last customer and I’ll be right with you,” Haeun turned to head to the back and the person made his way toward the waiting area.

Dami cursed silently under her breath as he took a seat just a few seats away from her. She tried to keep her face buried in her phone as much as possible in hopes that the person wouldn’t be able to recognize her.

It seemed as though his presence only seemed to make Dami feel even worse. Her headache seemed like it was ten times more powerful and her stomach twisted uncomfortably.

Glancing at the person, Dami could see that he wore a white mask and had his face tilted toward his phone. A bag full of cough syrup hung around his wrist as he scrolled through his phone. Like her, he was bundled up in a winter jacket. His white bleached hair peeked out from under his cap and upon feeling her gaze on him, he turned to look at her.

Dami quickly averted her gaze and looked down at her phone. The bright light from her phone caused her vision to unfocus and blur but she didn’t know what else to look at. Of all the people in the entire world Dami could have run into it was him. She tried her hardest to not make eye contact with him, praying that he would do the same.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

His voice caught Dami off guard but she didn’t let it show. She looked up at him and he stared back at her, his eyes trying to scan what little of her face was exposed. Dami slowly turned her gaze back down to her phone, trying to seem disinterested in the person.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” Dami tried to play off.

“Oh,” the person replied. “My bad,”

He still seemed persistent in trying to speak with Dami and it set her on edge a bit. His eyes jumped back and forth between his phone and her. Dami had to suppress the urge to pull her hood down further.

“Ahn Dami?” His voice made Dami flinch.

“What?” Dami asked him and it was obvious by her tone that she was confused. She was sure that he wouldn’t have been able to recognize her but hearing her name come out of his mouth threw her for a loop.

Her confused response had obviously caught the person off guard. He hesitated and the look in his eyes was less confident than before. He quickly averted his gaze and Dami gently let out the breath she had been holding.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” the person said yet again, this time obviously embarrassed that he had asked twice if they knew each other, ”I don’t know why but you remind me of someone I knew in middle school,”

“Dami!” Haeun called from behind the counter, “I have your medicine!”

Dami’s eyes widened a fraction and she found her eyes drifting to the person sitting next to her. It was obvious by the way he stared at her that he was smirking and Dami wanted nothing more than to smack it straight off his face.

Ignoring him as best as she could, Dami quickly grabbed her medicine from Haeun and rushed to leave the pharmacy. As she left she heard the person and Haeun speaking but she had no intention of slowing down for him to catch up to her.

Dami rushed to the snack aisle and grabbed herself a bag of chips and then a bottle of water from the coolers along the wall. She had every intention of sprinting out of the pharmacy and never seeing him again.

The cashier seemed to be moving at an obscenely slow pace. Dami noticed the small ‘in training’ sign under the person’s name tag and she took a deep breath. The breath sent a jolt of pain through Dami and she quickly held back her groan.

“Here’s your receipt,” the cashier passed Dami the slip of paper but Dami completely ignored it as she scooped up her things and rushed for the door.

Once outside, Dami finally felt like she could breathe a little. She had debated going back to her apartment first before taking her medicine but as she started to make her way to the bus stop, her head spun threateningly.

Dami glanced down at her medicine and sighed. Ultimately, she made her way to a small bench along the side of the building. The winter air was cold enough to make Dami want to head back inside the store but she didn’t want to risk running into the person from before. 

As much as she wanted to rush away from the situation, Dami could feel the adrenaline leaving her and she felt nauseous.

Ripping open her medication, Dami popped one of the pills in her mouth and chugged it down with water. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Dami closed her eyes for a moment and let the sun turn the undersides of her eyes into a brilliant bright orange. Just as she did, a shadow crossed over her and blocked the run from her face.

Dami slowly opened her eyes and openly groaned.

“So it is you,” the person said.

“Can you just leave me alone, Jaemin?” Dami sighed, having no energy to argue with him.

“Still as rude as ever I see,” Jaemin pulled his mask down. His expression was blank and guarded as he looked down at her.

Dami made a face, “You haven’t changed one bit either,” Dami got to her feet as she moved past Jaemin to leave.

“Don’t you think you’re being rude?” Jaemin asked as he turned so that he was still facing Dami.

“To you?” Dami asked over her shoulder. Stopping to face Jaemin, Dami’s eyes looked him up and down. “No, not one bit,”

It had been a while since Dami last had a conversation with Jaemin. As idols, they occasionally saw each other in passing at music shows and award shows, but otherwise, Dami tried to steer clear. 

Jaemin was similar. He disliked Dami just as much as she did toward him, if not more. 

It was for this reason that Jaemin wasn’t sure why he had stopped to talk to Dami. On a normal day, Jaemin would have probably just let her leave. But the longer he looked at her, the more he felt like he should stay by her side. 

As if shocked by himself, Jaemin’s eyes flickered away and he scoffed. “You know what never mind,” Jaemin shoved his hands in his pockets, “Let’s pretend we didn’t run into each other today,”

Dami raised her eyebrows in disbelief as Jaemin turned to leave, as though he hadn’t been the one to stop her in the first place. “Weirdo,” Dami mumbled under her breath as she was unable to think of any other way to describe Jaemin’s behavior.

As Dami headed back to her apartment building, she took a deep breath relishing the fact that her soulmate symptoms had subsided. But despite that, her mind kept drifting back to Jaemin. The feeling of distaste bubbled up inside her as she hoped that she would never have to run into him again. 

And that the startling feeling of longing that came with the image of his face would disappear completely.

[kpop-stories-21]

More Than A Thrill | Chapter 1: Siren's Call

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!OC

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Siren AU, Supernatural AU, Dark Themes, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Siren!Jongho, Hunter!OC, strong language, dark content, supernatural creatures, hunters of the supernatural, mistreatment, physical abuse

Summary: Elia Kanisson is sent to kill a siren in an aquarium exhibit, but there might be more to this situation than meets the eye.

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Elia Kanisson let out a grunt as she withdrew her silver dagger and watched the werewolf’s body crumple to the ground. She kept an eye on it in case she’d somehow missed its heart, but the corpse did not move again and she let out a quiet breath. From behind her came a quiet curse. Turning, she eyed Soobin curiously.

“You okay over there, Big Bad?” She asked, using his Hunter name since they were still in the field and anyone could be listening.

He shook his head, frowning. “Yeah, Little Red, I’m fine. Nothing life-threatening, just got some of the wolf’s blood on this jacket that Junnie gave me.”

“Ah, I see.” Elia smiled. She thought it was sweet how much Soobin cared about his boyfriend, especially since the tall male was known for being tough and scary. “If you treat the stain as soon as you get home, it’ll probably come out alright.”

Soobin nodded, releasing the fabric and straightening. “Right. Now c’mon partner, let’s clean this up and get back to HQ.”

Grinning, she complied and soon the two of them were back in their car on their way to report in. The time passed swiftly, stories being traded and laughed over as they traveled.

As soon as they returned to HQ and finished their debriefing, their handler came and pulled them aside.

"Hey Jiyong, what's up?" Elia asked, smiling at the older man.

Jiyong returned her smile briefly before his grim expression returned. "I know you just came back from a Hunt, but we've just been contacted by a local aquarium. They say they have a siren who's acting up and they want him gotten rid of. The whole thing sounds fishy, so I'd like you two to look into it and rescue the siren if my suspicions prove true."

Elia nodded seriously, Soobin mimicking the gesture. "We'll get cleaned up and head out right away." She said, taking the report papers from Jiyong and bidding him farewell.

"I've never heard of an aquarium that had an actual siren before." Soobin commented as they headed for the showers on the second floor. "Wonder how they got him."

"A raid on his Clan, probably." Elia growled, amber eyes dark with fury. "Every so often a down-on-their-luck aquarium will hire some shady divers to raid a Siren Clan and kidnap some of the inhabitants. Usually they get caught, either by the warriors guarding the Clan or by human authorities. I wonder how they managed to slip this one through."

"Well, I guess we're about to find out!" Soobin declared. Elia voiced her agreement and the two parted ways to go to their respective shower rooms.

Once freshened up, they returned to the car and made their way to the aquarium. During the trip, Elia took several deep breaths to try and calm her anger. She hated seeing anyone mistreated, human or not. It was going to take great restraint to keep her cool, she knew that for sure.

Upon arriving at the aquarium, ironically called "The Happy Times Aquarium", Soobin turned to Elia. "I suggest we divide and conquer once inside. I'll talk to the employees and try to keep their attention. Meanwhile, see if you can get the siren to tell you what's really going on."

"Sounds good." Elia said shortly, still tamping down the last of her anger.

A couple of shady-looking employees met them at the door. "You must be the Hunters." Said the taller of the two, a thin woman with dirty blonde hair, pale skin and hard eyes. "I trust you've been briefed on the situation?"

Soobin took the lead, for which Elia was grateful. "You may call me Big Bad, this is my partner Little Red. And yes, we're aware of what is expected of us. Before that, we'd like to assess the situation for ourselves. If you'll allow it, my partner can speak to the siren while I speak with his handlers."

The woman hesitated, glancing at her male companion nervously. "I-I suppose that would be alright. I'll warn you that he's known to be violent on occasion."

Soobin offered the woman a bright smile, eyes disappearing as his dimples flashed into view. The woman visibly relaxed, falling prey to the ravenette's charming good looks. "Don't worry, we're well trained. My partner is more than capable of handling the siren if he acts up."

Fears assuaged, the woman led them to a blocked off exhibit room. "The creature and his handlers are in there. Good luck, and don't say I didn't warn you."

Stepping inside, Elia saw at once that the room was greatly under-equipped to care for a siren. The exhibition tank was far too small, preventing him from fully stretching out when swimming. Upon closer inspection she noted that the water in the tank was fresh instead of the briny saltwater a siren needed. It was quite clear this poor creature was not the evil one here.

Touching her fingertips to the surface of the water, Elia spoke soft words in the tongue of the sirens. It was not the first time she was grateful to have a siren as her best friend.

Almost immediately the siren's head broke the surface, dull teal eyes wide with surprise. It must have been a long time since he heard his native language.

"Who are you? How do you know our words?"

His voice was hoarse, most likely from being forced not to speak. Elia felt her heart clench, but managed to keep her voice steady.

"My name is Elia. My best friend is a siren, and she taught me your language."

As she spoke, Elia examined what she could see of the siren. His teal hair hung limp and lifeless, his skin was abnormally pale. Heavy dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and he was painfully thin. One set of gills looked somewhat darker than the other, the skin pocked and bubbly as if it had been burnt. Through the clear water she could see that the scales of his gorgeous blue-green tail were as dull as his eyes, and there were a few rips in the fins.

"These people hurt you, didn't they?" She asked, blinking back a sudden threat of tears. Noting his hesitation, she added "I'm sure they told you we were here to kill you, but that's not entirely true. If these humans are mistreating you, we can get you out."

At this the siren seemed to perk up. "Can you really get me out of here?"

The raw hope in his voice made Elia's heart twist with a mix of rage and sorrow. Swallowing thickly, she nodded. "Yes. But you need to tell me how they hurt you. Not everything, just a little bit."

The siren rubbed his damaged gills tenderly. "They are the cause of this. I wouldn't listen to their orders, so they shocked me with some kind of electric device until it burned the skin. These gills still work, but not as well as the others."

Elia felt sick. Humans like these were no better than the monsters she killed, and she jumped at any opportunity to ruin their plans.

"I'm going to go talk to my partner. No matter what happens, you can trust that we will get you out of this awful place." She held out her forefinger and thumb the way Alys had shown her. "I promise." The siren touched his fingers to hers, a faint swirl of blue magic circling the digits.

A tiny smile appeared on the siren's face, and Elia matched it with one of her own. Then she turned and motioned for Soobin to step away from the handler he was questioning.

"He told me a bit of how they treat him. It's horrid Soobin, we've got to get him out of here! They're slowly killing him, and he won't last much longer."

Soobin's features twisted, and for a moment Elia saw her own anger reflected in his dark eyes. Then the mask fell back in place and he whispered a plan.

"These people seem quite eager to be rid of him, but they also seem reluctant to have him killed here."

"Probably don't want to clean up the mess." Elia hissed.

"Probably not. Anyways, what I'll tell them is that we will definitely take care of him, but that we have our own special places to do it so they don't have to handle the mess. If we can have him shift, give him some clothes and get him in the car without incident we should be good. We can work on fleshing out our story with Jiyong later in case they try to follow up."

Elia nodded. "Alright, let's do it." Inhaling deeply, she turned back to the siren to fill him in.

"We're going to tell them we plan to take you elsewhere to kill you, but instead we'll take you somewhere safe. Can you shift to your human form?"

The siren nodded. "I can, but I'll need clothes. They kept some in that locker over there for when they took me out to clean the tank."

Elia retrieved the clothes, placing them in the siren's reach before turning away to give him privacy. A few moments later she felt a tentative tug at her sleeve and turned back around.

Now on two legs, the siren wore a thin T-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers with the laces removed. The clothes were baggy on his thin frame, nearly swallowing him. Smiling encouragingly, Elia placed a gentle hand on his back, leading him over to Soobin.

"Can't thank you enough for taking this thing off our hands. Far more trouble than we ever imagined. I'd say we'll all be glad to see him go."

I bet you are, you piece of shit. Elia raged internally, the false smile on her face beginning to hurt her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to rip them all to shreds, but reminded herself that she was better than these wastes of space.

It wasn't until they were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot that Elia was fully able to relax. Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head and found the siren gazing at her almost unblinkingly.

"Thank you for saving me." He murmured, voice growing stronger the more it was used.

Another smile, this one fully genuine, spread across her face. "You're welcome. I'm glad we were able to help."

"You told me your name, but I haven't told you mine. I am Jongho."

"It's lovely to meet you, Jongho." Elia could see exhaustion creeping onto his face, so she held out her arm and motioned for him to lean against her. "You look tired. We have a ways to go, you should get some rest."

A small yawn escaped Jongho as he laid his head on Elia's shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately. Her smile turned tender as she watched him sleep, a comfortable silence hanging in the air.

Back at HQ once more, Elia and Soobin spoke in hushed tones as they discussed with Jiyong what would happen to Jongho. Jiyong and Soobin wanted to send him to The Haven, a safe house for rescued creatures of all kinds. Elia, on the other hand, disliked the idea. The Haven was full to overflowing, and she had a feeling the last thing Jongho needed right now was to be in a cramped space with a bunch of other species.

"Well, since you're against The Haven, I suppose you have an alternative suggestion?" Jiyong inquired.

Elia nodded firmly. "He can stay with me. You both know my penthouse is far too big for just one person, and quite honestly, I'd be glad of the company."

Jiyong sighed, knowing he'd already lost this battle. "Very well then. But the instant he becomes too much for you to handle, he goes straight to The Haven."

"Very well." Elia conceded. In her own mind she promised herself that such a time would never come.

It took several weeks for Jongho to get used to his freedom. He'd been an unwilling performer for so long, he had to relearn what it was like to have free will.

Elia was patient with him, never pushing him when he became overwhelmed. As time went on she came to realise that she was starting to feel things for Jongho, things that went beyond just friendliness and sympathy for his situation.

One day not long after she came to this realisation, Jongho approached her, looking more serious than she'd seen him in a while.

"What's up?" She asked, speaking English since he'd once told her he felt more comfortable speaking it these days as opposed to his native tongue.

"I, um, I have a confession to make."

Elia put a bookmark in the book she was reading and closed it. "Go ahead."

His eyes were glued firmly to the floor, not daring to look up for fear he'd see only rejection. "I think I like you. N-Not as a friend, but as, well…"

Elia placed her hands on Jongho's shoulders, causing him to look up as his words faded. "I like you too, Jongho. And in just the same way."

The siren's teal eyes sparkled as he took in the sincerity on her face. "You do? Really?"

"Yes, really. I've been trying to figure out how best to tell you, but it seems you beat me to it." Elia giggled, and Jongho let out a small laugh of his own.

"Then, may I kiss you?" He asked, so softly she almost didn't hear him.

"Of course." She replied, moving her hands from his shoulders to cup his face.

Their lips met, and Elia suddenly felt as though she was floating. Jongho's kisses were soft and cautious, as though he feared hurting her. When they finally parted for air, he seemed reluctant to let her go.

"It's okay Jjong, I'm not going anywhere. You can have all the kisses you desire."

A chuckle left him as a mischievous spark came into his eyes. "Careful what you wish for, sweet human."

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[k-ocs]

jhené’s friends

IU -

when jhené joined the company, iu immediately took her under her wing.

iu took care of her like an older sister, and have quickly become family to each other

they understand each other very well, both coming from poor backgrounds and their work ethic being a big reason for their success

they’re both dubbed as “nation’s little sisters”

they live in the same apartment building, so they hang out quite often

jhené’s number one person to go to for advice

each other’s number one fans. like, when iu was filming for her dramas, jhené was sure to order a food truck to support her

JESSI -

this was a surprising friendship to the public. they thought that the two were almost opposites, but in reality, they were similar in a lot of ways

they met through mutual friends and have really bonded since

jhené becomes louder and much more hyper when she’s with jessi

9 out of 10 times will be talking in english to each other

one time for jessi’s vlog, jhené was featured in it for a bit and it was such a funny moment and it really allowed their fans to see what their friendship was like

jessi reminds jhené of home and her friends from home, so it was easy for her to be comfortable around her

KEY -

they met at a music show, around the time jhené debuted

although she just debuted, jhené caught a lot of attention early and many of her seniors were fond of her, since she was so polite. one of them happened to be key and he took her under his wing

you know how key knows all the gossip, well jhené is the first person he goes to when he discovers something new

the more time they spend together, the more jhené acts like him

he knows her like the back of his hand and she trusts him with pretty much everything

JOHNNY -

also met at a music show, johnnyhadacrushonherbutanothermemberalsohadacrushonher.

even though it started as a crush, johnny realized that they were probably better off as friends

99.99% of the time, johnny is annoying and teasing her

#1 wingman, likes to introduce her to new people if he thinks they’d get along

not that many fans are aware of their friendship, if anything they think they’re secretly dating because of the mini interactions they have

a cat and dog friendship in which their differences are what makes them closer

JENNIE -

met at yg when jhené was visiting jiyong (😳) at his studio

they wanted to be friends since they were both the same age, but weren’t that close at the beginning

began to become really close when they started to go out more often with one another, realizing that they had a lot in common

jhené acts more like an older sister to jennie, even though jennie is a little older

a well known friendship, because they’re spotted hanging out a lot. dispatch photos of the two of them walking went viral due to their visuals

HONORABLE MENTIONS -

JACKSON WANG

HWANG YEJI

KIM HYUNA

KIM CHUNGHA

[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

I found this on AFF and it is hands down the best story I’ve read in a while. Yes, it has my favorite object of admiration, Kwon Jiyong and features a black woman surprisingly as an OC, named Oh Jodi. The premise is the tv show We Got Married and the two of them meeting and going from there. Fully fleshed our storylines and characters make this a treat. I wish I could download it to keep forever.

[ace-angel-judas]

Untitled

Pairing: Dae/Jiyong *JiDae Ending* 

Series: Rebels Fake Kpop Group AU 

Rating: Idk 

Synopsis: I was listening to Untitled while I was writing this sooo

SJ belongs to @shownuslaugh

A deep sigh left Dae’s lips as she ran her hands over her face, looking back at the papers pinned to the board in front of her. The multiple of stock trades, reports and plans stared at her. It was late, she had no idea what the time was but that was the job of the CEO. 

In just five months, she’d be handed over one of the largest companies in Asia. Jin Enterprises. The world knew that, her group knew that, Korea knew that. The first female CEO ever since Jin Enterprises was founded. 

It was stressing her to no end. Her competitors were angry, she wasn’t even full Korean, Dae had no idea why her father and grandfather we’re handing things over to her. 

As the phone rang, she sighed again and pressed the speaker button. 

“Hello?” Dae asked softly. 

“Hello Ma’am,” Her secretary spoke, “I just have to remind you that you have a flight tomorrow night for Siwon and SJ’s wedding,” 

Dae smiled, “Thank you, have a nice night okay? Your dismissed, say hello to the children for me,” 

As her secretary thanked her, Dae hung up the phone and sat down at her desk. 

A wedding. 

Everyone around her was getting married. SJ and Siwon finally tying the knot, CL and TK had just been engaged and here she was, staring at plans. It made tears fill her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut. 

Her cellphone began to ring now and Dae cleared her throat, answering. 

“CEO Jin Dae speaking, How can I help you?” Dae answered, almost like a robot.

“I think you need a break,” The voice stated. 

Dae looked towards the door of her office, finding Jiyong standing there with his phone pressed to his ear. She slowly hung up, placing her phone down as he walked across the large office. 

“I thought you flew out yesterday,” Dae whispered. 

“I was meant to,” Jiyong nodded, “I decided there was someone I needed to check in on first,” 

Dae swallowed thickly as she stared at him before almost running from behind her desk, engulfing him in a strong hug. She needed it, Dae just needed to be held. Jiyong was happy to comply, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and tilting his head down so that it rested on her head. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. 

“I feel so alone, Jiyong Oppa..,” Dae whispered, her voice cracking. 

He hushed her softly, undoing the messy bun that Dae had quickly thrown her hair into to run his fingers through the brown locks. Her hands held tightly onto his shirt, shaking as sobs escaped her body. 

“You have me, Jagiya,” Jiyong cooed, “You’ll always have me,” 

Dae pulled away, about to wipe her tears away but he beat her to it, his thumbs dragging over her cheeks and wiping away the tears. 

“Come on,” Jiyong smiled down at her, “We have a wedding to go to and you need sleep,” 

“Jiyong Oppa..,’ Dae sighed, “Are you sure your okay about SJ getting married? I know how you felt about her,” 

“Dae,” He rubbed her cheeks softly, “I’m fine, I’ve let go, stop trying to avoid confronting your emotions,” 

Dae sighed, he knew her too well. 

“I don’t want to be alone,” Dae explained softly, “I have this company, this money and fame but, I see everyone and they have someone, Tae Sin and Astria just moved in together, SJ is getting married, TK and CL are engaged, even my own brother found someone and he’s in the military, I’d trade it all just to have someone,” 

“You don’t have to be alone, Daelight,” Jiyong whispered to her, “Stay with me tonight,” 

She looked into his warm brown eyes, swallowing thickly. She couldn’t remember the last time it had just been the two of them, no media, no fame, no band members. 

Not Jin Dae and G Dragon. 

Not Jiyong and Dae. 

Just them. 

“Okay,”

[seawitch62]

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[coffee-and-kpop]

limerence | pt. 2

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 5,734

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I, in no way, know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.

My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight o’clock.

Suddenly, I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.

If the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before, then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the door of the bedroom.

I glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but two wiggling bodies.

I almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist stooping down to pet the two of them.

“Hi, oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright? I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”

The dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me.

Flustered, I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was sure afterwards too.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment completely… empty.

Confused, I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.

Pulling the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong, how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt stolen and embraced in his scent.

Just as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door, and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers, suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like me not coming home.

“MaKenna? Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed across from me.

“Um, well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Kris? Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come out of the crush.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”

“You mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing, and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.

“Um, yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which gave me a clear view of her face.

“Well?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’ve actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”

“Noelle Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked, completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone. MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him too much to let him go.”

“Stop, this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”

“Oh my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned, glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”

“Now I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.

“Hey, whose clothes are you wearing?” Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.

“Uh… Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow suggestively.

“Stop, it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”

Noelle expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I got up to.”

I quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.

“MaKenna, are you day-dreaming? With scissors in your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.

“Oh, hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed, laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”

“What can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings: Kris and Noelle.

Noelle was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.

Noelle was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side, laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.

“You’re so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course, since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s relationship.

“I’m going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their relationship a week and a half prior.

“Sick with jealousy,” Luhan replied.

“Get out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly, together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great, someone I could fit that perfectly with.

“Ooh, someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.

“I’m fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video concept sucks anyway.”

I smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”

“Only a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”

I bit my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I wanted to tell Kai so much, starting with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad because of something that had happened with their management, or because he missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.

“I… I did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept styling his hair.

“Yeah, something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.

I stared, horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”

“What did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”

“Never. You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.

I opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of EXO’s managers strode in.

“They should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him. Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.

“I hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”

“Come on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for their music video.

I was able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to perfect the choreography for their video.

“YOU IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.

“I’m sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him. The room had gone completely silent.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly, he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”

Kris quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”

Instead of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up, just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and turned away from the rest of the group.

“I told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the slap had barely phased him.

“Which of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.

“Stop! He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.

“Who the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you tell me how to discipline my band?”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.

“GET OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room, not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and walked as fast as I could towards our work room.

“What in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was currently hot on my trail.

“I just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I need a drink.”

“A drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about the whole thing.

“MaKenna, let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.

“I couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys. I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.

“I know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.” Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

We spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.

“It hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now, and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.

“I think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink. I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.

“You mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.

“No, well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”

“How do you know?”

"I don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me, MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just witnessed.

“I think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is alright for me, please?”

“I will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and ordered another drink.

One thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks. I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even offered to listen to my problems.

Instead, I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.

“Where to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.

“I… I don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.

“I still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in Seoul outside of the SM complex.

“We’re here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the sidewalk before an apartment complex.

I walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.

I sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think of anything besides how awfully sad it was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.

“MaKenna?” I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I glanced up sharply.

I met the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited so long.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

"I didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your hair changed.”

“My roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a bar.”

“I was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside his apartment.

He settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.

“Please don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.

“I’m not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He tried to pull away again.

“No, please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and settled his body behind mine on the couch.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my eyes, because his words were too loud.

“I had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.

“So you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.

“I… They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip. “Alcohol made everything better.”

“What boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing into a more concerned expression.

“Yes, EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.

“I’ve heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.

“I don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on his question. How could a pair of lips be that perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his bottom lip in between mine.

He groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the roof of my mouth.

Finally, I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance. And suddenly, I realized in was.

He grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow. “MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”

“Please, I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes with a pleading stare of my own.

“MaKenna…” he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.

I heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently. He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.

Once I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him off my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

Jiyong and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.

I tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.

I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu. The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed, trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.

Once I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.

“You’re leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was trying to escape from.

“I… yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out, suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just been caught stealing candy after bedtime.

“Was this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his. Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.

“I… I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze, knowing I deserved the full blow of it.

“Just leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have to be at work anyway.”

I tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.

[theinnercircleoftheouterlimits]

Always and Forever

Pairing: GDragon (Kwon Jiyong) x OC

Rating: PG

Warning: Heart break, angst, breaking up

Author’s Note: This was my first Kpop fan fiction and it holds a special place in my heart. Please be gentle. Also, again - I originally posted this on my other writing blog @writemelikeyourkboys​ before I decided to make this blog to have all my fan fictions together.

Prologue-

She hated to see him cry. The world thought he was so tough, had such a thick skin. She knew better. He was soft-hearted, sensitive and that was one of the reasons she loved him. But alas, as it sometimes happens, love just wasn't enough for them. She knew it, he wanted to deny it, yet there was no way the truth would leave them be.

"Please," she whispered softly through her own tear. "I need to know you'll be okay. I... I can't leave without having that peace of mind."

He lifted his head to look up at her before he moved from the couch to pull her into his arms. "I doubt I'll ever be okay after this." He spoke in that soft tone she loved so much. The one that only those closest to him knew, not the loud and out going voice the world knew. "But will I survive this horrible moment? About as much as you will."

A gentle laugh left her as she pulled back to stare at him. Her hand came up to  touch his cheek a moment before he leaned in, his lips capturing hers for the last time. She savored the moment, memorizing every detail to go back over in the future. He'd probably do the same, he was thoughtful like that.

As they broke away, he kissed her forehead, just to touch her as much as he could before she was gone for good. He'd never hold another the way he held her. The connection they had was strange as it was beautiful, one that even they couldn't explain. He didn't want it to end, but knew that there was just no other way. They'd reached that fork in the road, both wanted to go in the opposite direction of the other. So rather then sacrifice their dreams that they worked so hard for, they would sacrifice each other to make each other happy.

"The car will be here any minute," she whispered as she slowly pulled herself away from his body.

He gave a small nod of his head before he coughed to clear his throat. "Will you... let me know when..."

"Yeah, I'll let you know when I'm on the plane and when I get back home," she replied. Though the relationship ended, that didn't mean they didn't still have feelings for the other. He always asked for her to let him know when she was safely on the ground after a flight. Why should that change now that they were no longer a couple?

"Good," he said, a sad smile spread over his handsome face. "I just don't want to worry."

She nodded her head. "I know."

For a moment they stared at each other, just drinking in the others aura one last time. Then with a deep breath, she broke eye contact with him and headed for the door. Her bags where already downstairs waiting to be put in the car, but she had a backpack for the plane. She grabbed it and slipped it over her shoulder as her hand unlocked the door. She was about to step outside the apartment when he called her.

"Isadora... I love you. No matter that we are no longer together. Just remember  that, okay? That I do love you and I always will."

A bittersweet smile touched Isadora's face as she looked back at him. "I know," she whispered. "And I'll always and forever love you, Jiyong."

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Tuesday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Jiyong Week Start

Next

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Warning level: suggestive (higher end of suggestive)

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I woke up with my head smushed against Jiyong's shirt, and his arms wrapped tightly around my body. Which is to say: I woke up confused. I remembered everything, but I couldn't really make sense of it.

I was not the type to back down from a building argument. At least, I tried not to be. And kissing him again? I knew how I had gotten there, but in the light of day I just couldn't make the logic work out the same as it had last night.

But I could work that stuff out later. Right now, I had to peel a human banana clip off of myself and track down a production… assistant? Director? It occurred to me that I didn't actually know what Chul's job title actually was.

Again, not a priority at the moment.

I shook my head, trying to knock loose the cobwebs that had accumulated in there overnight. I immediately regretted the action as an invisible band tightened itself around my temples.

Muffling a groan, I rolled towards the edge of the bed, finding my escape from his clutches easier than I had expected.

Jiyong only let out a soft whine, but stayed asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it towards his arms. He readily accepted it, pulling it into his body in a stranglehold.

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Once I was above deck, I located a staff person that I vaguely recognized. I had seen her around a few times, typically with an assortment of cords in her hands.

This morning however, she was leaning against a railing. In one hand she had some sort of snack bar, in the other she seemed to be scrolling through sns.

As I approached, she gave me an apologetic look - covering her somewhat full mouth and bowing. I waved a hand and shook my head, hoping I was coming off as nonchalant and not grimacing too much from the growing dizziness between my eyes.

"Sorry for interrupting," I started, "I just wanted to know if Chul is around."

"Mm," she paused, finishing chewing before continuing, "he's still downstairs. I guess he's got motion sickness pretty bad."

"Ah," I frowned, "I was hoping to talk to him before everything really got started today."

"Hmm…" she looked a little unsure.

"Please."

After a second, she nodded. "I'll show you," she offered.

I followed her back below deck.

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The room was smaller. Substantially so. Obviously meant as staff quarters.

It annoyed me, but I figured I'd gone on enough anti-capitalist tangents before. Besides, if Chul wasn't feeling well there was no reason for me to bring more negativity to him.

I also had something more urgent to address.

Chul looked like shit. He was rumpled. Hair stuck out at odd angles, wrinkled clothes, and that wince of illness. He was busy shaking some tablets onto his hand.

"Hey," I took a seat on an empty bunk, "anything I can do to help?"

He shook his head, wincing again.

"I've got dramamine and pain killers," he huffed, "I'll live. What's up?"

I sunk into myself slightly, feeling a little guilty that I was - once again - coming to him for a favor.

"I…" I paused as another staffer came in for a moment. They grabbed a bag and left without a word. Wordlessly, Chul handed me the bottle of pills. Taksen. I took two, nodding in thanks as he handed over a bottle of water as well.

I waited an extra second after swallowing the pills before starting again.

"I'm worried about this week."

Chul nodded, silently urging me to continue.

"I woke up and…" I blinked, brows dipping as I thought it over again, "I can't make sense of last night."

"Yeah," he agreed, "I didn't expect you two to get over things so quickly."

"Exactly!" I nodded - ignoring the headache, "it's like Ji… he just knows how to get past my guard somehow."

Chul hummed, a thoughtful look taking over his features.

"But… what does this have to do with me?" He asked.

"I… I don't know. I just wanted…" I frowned. What did I want? Someone to keep an eye on me? Someone to talk to?

"I just wanted to know if I was crazy or not for thinking it was strange."

He laughed. Not at me. More of a what can I say sort of laugh.

"The whole thing is strange. Has anything happened to you this last month that isn't strange?"

I rolled my eyes, huffing at him and crossing my arms.

"Okay," I conceded, "but this is extra strange. I couldn't stand his jealousy, but one conversation later I let him sleep in my bed?"

Chul lifted an eyebrow, teasing me.

"Shut up," I snapped, "nothing happened. Just sleep."

He shook his head, raising his hands as if showing his innocence.

"But it's still weird!" I pushed. "I remember the conversation. That one bit shouldn't have been enough."

He sighed, shrugging.

"This whole thing between you two has been a roller coaster. Maybe this is just another up."

I groaned, but didn't speak. He had something close to a point.

"You just have to survive a few days. Tomorrow is a group day, then Sunday as well."

"You know that this won't just end on Sunday," I grumbled.

"True," he leaned forward, patting my knee reassuringly, "but we can worry about that next week. For now, let's just focus on today."

"Fine," I agreed, "but just…"

I stumbled over my words again.

Luckily, Chul knew what I was getting at.

"Hey, I can always make up some technical interruption if you need me to. Not forever, but for five minutes at least."

I nodded. Standing up, I placed a hopefully not overly familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you Chul," I squeezed his shoulder slightly, "seriously."

He nodded.

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I had hoped that Jiyong would be gone by the time I returned to my cabin. Or at least still dead asleep. Instead he sat up when I entered, pouting over my pillow at me.

I froze, just for a second. Thankfully, he seemed sleepy enough to have missed it.

"You left me alone," he croak-whined.

"I figured you could use the sleep," I shrugged. I sat on the edge of the bed and hauled my backpack from where I had stashed it on the little armchair yesterday.

His pout stayed in place as he shoved the pillow behind himself and lifted his arms towards me.

"Come back to me, my love."

I cringed at the endearment. It sounded hollow somehow.

"Luna?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyebrows were drawn together, and he appeared to be giving me a thorough looking over.

"Hmm?"

He didn't immediately answer. Instead, he sat up and leaned forward. Supporting himself on his knees and one hand, he reached forward and pushed the hair out of my face.

"Are you not feeling well? I'm sure I have medicine or something with me."

I shook my head, pulling away from his hand.

"No," I turned my attention back to my bag, "I already got something from Chul."

Jiyong crawled forward, invading the space next to me.

'What did he give you?"

I shrugged, still searching through my bag. "Just something for my headache. You know how it i- Ah there it is!"

I held my toothbrush aloft in triumph.

Jiyong smiled, presumably at my antics, but continued his questioning.

"But what specifically?"

"Why does it matter?" I retorted, moving towards the ensuite so I could finally brush my teeth. I laughed at Jiyong's expression, now looking extra concerned. "I doubt he'd try to drug me or something."

"Of course," he nodded slowly, "he'd have to be a psycho to do something like that."

He moved awkwardly, getting himself untangled from the bed so he could follow me.

"Still," he took up residence behind me now, sneaking a hand around my stomach as I brushed my teeth, "it might react poorly with that tea."

I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror. I felt crowded, but resisted the urge to push him away. Maybe it was the… was this a hangover? PMS? Regardless, there was an uncomfortable feeling lingering through my body that I couldn't help interpreting as danger.

Jiyong took my lack of rejection as encouragement. He hooked his chin on my shoulder and lifted his free hand to brush my hair back from my face.

"I want to make sure that you're safe, my love."

That was going to get real old, real fast.

I shrugged myself from his clutches, spitting and rinsing my mouth before speaking.

"It was just Taksen," I turned to face, fixing what I felt was the fakest smile I had ever worn onto my face, "I'm sure I'll be fine Ji."

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We had lunch on the boat, a vegetarian take on naengmyeon.

"You know," I broke a not quite awkward silence as we ate, "I used to hate soup."

Jiyong looked up from his dish, frowning slightly.

"I'm sure they could make something else."

"No," I shook my head, "this is fine. I just was against soup on principle."

Jiyong blinked, squinted, and finally placed his elbow onto the tabletop and his chin into his palm.

"On principle."

It wasn't exactly a question, but it was clear he wanted further information.

"Well," I lifted my spoon, observing its contents closely. After a moment, I downed the liquid before continuing. "Soup is different back home." I held the spoon up, now watching the way the sunlight reflected off its surface.

Jiyong patiently watched my antics.

"Mostly it just seemed like someone made a meal and then," I shrugged, "decided to put it in water."

Jiyong looked down at his own bowl, brows drawing together as he considered the food before him.

"How is that different than this?"

I shrugged again. "Soup here seems to be done on purpose."

His frown deepened for a moment. Then, after shaking his head, he burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, unable to remain serious in the face of his outburst, "what's so funny?"

"I just," he shook his head again before leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm, "never know what you're going to say next."

A month ago - hell even a week ago - I would have expected that sentiment to be accompanied by a frown. Disapproval of what and how I choose to be. Now however…

He seemed to have forgotten his food, simply gazing at me with something like wonder writ across his face.

"Eat," I nodded towards his bowl.

His smile deepened. Shaking his head, his lips parted to speak.

"I-"

"Don't tell me you're full by watching me," I cut him off. "You need to eat."

He let out an abrupt laugh, but lifted his spoon regardless.

=====

I wasn't sure if it was exactly typical for yachts to pull up on Sindo. From what I could see, the boat that we were on was the only non-ferry visible. There was some discussion between pier staff, show staff, and even Jiyong himself at one point, before we were able to fully… park? I made a mental note to look up proper boating terminology.

Something about the way that Jiyong returned from the conversation sent a flag up in my mind. He looked sheepish, but happy - victorious, but a little shy. He had a bounce in his step that translated to his silly straw sun hat flopping slightly as he approached.

He looked like a dad on vacation that had just gotten a bargain.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as soon as he was close enough to talk to.

"Yes," he quickly answered. "I just have to, ah…" that slightly embarrassed look replaced his smile for a second.

"You didn't bribe them, did you?"

He laughed, but didn't answer. Not directly anyway.

"The manager's wife is a fan," he explained. "I just offered to sign a picture."

I squinted at him, trying to play up my disapproval.

"Jagi~," he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I got us a spot, right?"

I pursed my lips, letting out a "hmmph" noise.

"I did well," he wiggled my shoulders back and forth, teasing, "right jagiya?"

"I guess it's okay," I gave him a sidelong look, "as long as we're not breaking a law or anything."

A slightly confused look took over his features for a moment as he tilted his head.

"I don't think so," he murmured, "even if there is one, it will only be a fine."

I sighed deeply, remembering a phrase that my friends back home and I used to say pretty often: 'Punishable by a fine' just means 'legal for rich people.'

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We navigated renting some scooters, including two bigger ones that were more like golf carts for the staff and their gear, and headed out. It was already near noon when we had arrived, so we stopped in a small cafe for something to eat before heading towards Modo.

It was something like a break, but not really. Jiyong had suggested we share a scooter, but I had wanted a little bit of extra freedom.

"Think of the show," Jiyong pouted.

"I am," I countered. "Just imagine how fun it will be for the audience when I inevitably run off on my own and you have to chase me down."

I heard Chul snort out a laugh somewhere off camera at that.

"My love," Jiyong's pout deepened, "think of the way their hearts will flutter when you put your hands around my waist."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes for good measure.

"That's actually dangerous. If anything I'd have to grab your hips or shoulders," I shrugged. "Holding your waist messes with your center of balance."

The pout was gone. In its place was a blank stare, seasoned by a few blinks.

In the end, I allowed him to "convince" me. Truth be told, I was beginning to have a headache again, and I figured I might be better off if I let him "drive". I also begged another painkiller off Chul, who made a point of holding the back of his hand to my forehead and squinting at my eyes and hands.

"Do I pass the inspection?"

Chul's eyes narrowed, "for now. Here."

With that, I was handed a tablet, a bottle of water, and a helmet before settling in behind Jiyong on the little moped.

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The air on my face felt nice, doing a little bit to clear the ache in the center of my forehead. It also helped that most of what I could smell was salt, mud, and algae. I breathed deep, shutting my eyes to block any potential motion sickness from compounding the horrendously loud pounding of blood in my ears.

I was a little disappointed at missing most of the view while we rode. I had searched the island online when the plan was initially proposed and knew that I was surrounded by greenery and farms. I hoped I'd be able to see them on the way back.

At first, I was a little bitter about going to Modo with Jiyong. It was on my list, buried in my liked photos on my private Instagram. Somehow, I doubted Jiyong knew that though. Much more likely was the chance that he simply looked up day trips on the islands and things to do.

Not that that was a bad approach. I had simply been spoiled by Seunghyun and Daesung's attentiveness.

I allowed myself a moment of malcontent before convincing myself not to let petty details ruin Baemikkumi for me.

Getting an afternoon snack also helped. I excused myself to the bathroom after ordering, taking an extra moment to pat some cool water over my face and neck. The day was hot, extra humid due to being on the series of islets.

It also gave me a moment to respond to messages that I had been ignoring.

From: Hugeboy Any clarity on that mysterious situation you were in? σ(^_^;)? From: Hugeboy Ah… I know you're probably just busy but still it feels a bit… From: Hugeboy I want to call you From: Hugeboy But I don't want to be a bother From: Hugeboy I miss you ｡･(つд`｡)･｡ From: Hugeboy Maybe I should be embarrassed about saying that From: Hugeboy No! I don't care if it's embarrassing! From: Hugeboy I! Miss! You! ♡♡♡♡♡ (*T^T)

I couldn't help but to half smile, half pout, at his messages. Reading back over them I couldn't help but feel a little bad about not having responded. Still, I supposed I had a pretty good reason. At least on Sunday.

To: Hugeboy Would you believe me if I said I miss you too? To: Hugeboy I had a sort of… medical issue?? To: Hugeboy Nothing serious. Just stress. To: Hugeboy Honestly, I think I'm still recovering.

For perhaps the second time ever, he didn't instantly respond. Well, that's only fair. I checked my other messages.

From: Zico You know what I'm going to say, right? ㅋㅋㅋ From: Zico I think he's really lost it this time From: Zico Seriously… are you a witch or something? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

That last message had been accompanied by a blurry video of what appeared to be Mino. He sat with his phone in his hands, staring at it with an obvious pout on his lips. I couldn't truly make out what he was saying, but I could tell it was something like:

"... doesn't… nothing…"

A few seconds before the video ended, a new message came in from Zico.

From: Zico

I would ask why Mino just texted me asking for advice on playing it cool, but I think I already know the answer.

I snorted a laugh and quickly typed a reply.

To: Zico Why should he start now?

To: Hugeboy I like that you're embarrassing~~ ♡ To: Hugeboy Better to be embarrassing and real than to be cold and uncaring From: Hugeboy Fine! I miss you more than makes sense (*T^T) From: Hugeboy When can I see you? To: Hugeboy I don't know. I'm sorry. From: Hugeboy It's not your fault ＼(_ _) To: Hugeboy Still… To: Hugeboy I have to go. I'll message you again soon I promise.

With that, I clicked my phone back to locked, and headed back outside.

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Jiyong insisted we rehydrate, a set of iced teas mixed with fruit juice already on the table when I returned.

"Making sure to take care of me?" I teased him.

"I always take care of you."

At Jiyong's suggestion, plenty of photographs were taken. Primarily of me. I did offer a few times to take pictures of him, but he'd simply shake his head and say he had enough photos of him to last a lifetime.

That seemed both reasonable and a little unfair. Not to him. He was right. Nobody needed more photos of him. But it was unfair to put me in the spotlight with so little warning.

Once we were in the park, it was every few minutes with him. He'd point at something and ask me to pose next to it. As if I knew the first thing about posing.

I tried to push the negativity out of my mind. For years I had been the photographer for my friends. Ninety percent of the photos that existed of me were mirror selfies, or taken using a makeshift tripod and the timer function. I took a moment to be grateful for the influx of proof of life provided over the last few weeks.

Besides, the picture of me being held in giant metal hands did come out nicely.

=====

Just a short while later, Jiyong was sulking.

Well, not actually. He was playing it up for sympathy, scowling as the yacht pulled closer to the dock on the mainland. I pretended that I hadn't noticed.

"It's a shame," I said as casually as I could.

I was rewarded with shining puppy eyes from Jiyong.

"We didn't even get a chance to go into the ocean water this whole time."

Jiyong grimaced. Obviously, this was not what he had been hoping to hear. No doubt he would have liked for me to say I wished we could spend another night on the boat. Or perhaps that I didn't want to return to the house.

Truth be told, I was itching to get into the giant tub in my room. I couldn't wait to stretch out in a familiar bed again.

But the summer sun was still well above the horizon, so I was willing to bet that the approaching dock was not the end of the day.

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We ended our day at a bar masquerading as a barbecue restaurant. Nothing fancy, thank god. Just a little meat, a few vegetables, and a small gas fire to cook them over.

And soju.

Of course soju.

I contemplated the mushroom tipped shaft before me, pretending to ignore the shot that Jiyong had placed beside my plate.

"Come on," he whined slightly, meat tongs now back in hand. "Don't make me drink alone."

I sighed, biting the earthy brown cap off the skewer in my hand before turning to down the drink.

"That's my girl."

I made a point of rolling my eyes at his words. He just laughed and tossed back his own drink.

He's in a good mood. We had been in that weird confrontation for so long that I had forgotten about this version of him. Relaxed, happy, not mistaking jokes for attacks - this was the version of him I had fallen for in those early days.

"Hey."

I blinked, shaking my head slightly as I came back into the moment. The cup next to my plate was full again. I reached out to take it, but two fingers fell across the top to stop me. Looking up, I saw Jiyong watching me with that soft look he had been wearing for the last two days.

"Where'd you go?"

The seat I was in didn't really have a back to it, otherwise I would have leaned back. As it was, I supported myself with an elbow on the edge of the table.

"I was just thinking. About the beginning."

A moment of silence passed between us then. For me, it was reflective. For him… well…

He shook himself out of it and set the food aside so it didn't burn. After making sure everything was safely set, he sat down facing me. He shuffled to the edge of his seat and reached forward to grab the legs of mine to pull me closer.

"What?" It felt like a reasonable enough question.

"It can be like that again, jagiya."

He picked up my hand from the table, winding it into his own. His thumb brushed over my fingers for a moment before he pulled my palm to his cheek. Quickly, he pressed a kiss against my hand before securely holding it against his skin.

"I can make it like that again," he stared, an intensity that made my skin flush but also crawl.

"Ji," I tried to pull my hand away.

"No," he renewed his grip, pressing another kiss against my fingers before continuing, "I'll do whatever I need to do to make you realize that it should be me."

I experience an odd mix of reactions to that. My neck tensed, hairs prickling up off my skin as if his words had sent a cold breeze across my back. I felt goosebumps raise over my arms.

On the other hand, my stomach swooped and fluttered. A warmth spread down from my gut, part of my body clearly reacting well to the earnestness of his words.

"Just let me prove it to you this week."

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I silently wished that we had taken one of the company cars to the pier yesterday. Not necessarily one of the giant vans, but just something with another driver. A chaperone.

As we hadn't, I was stuck in Jiyong's car with him. Not that I thought he'd do anything too scandalous. There were still cameras in his car after all.

No, it was a more internal issue than that. With an external cause. That I was internally incapable of solving.

Jiyong's hand was on my thigh.

Which was fine. It was fine. It was a respectful enough distance between my knee and my hip. It was simply resting there, largely inactive save for a few swipes of his thumb over my skin. It was fine. I could deal with this.

Except for that gut churning warmth from before that was still sitting behind my waistband. Except for the tell-tale sensation of my body preparing itself for something that it was not going to get.

But it was nice. In a way.

I glanced at Jiyong, which may have been a mistake. I don't like to think of myself as being shallow but good lord the budding tension would be easier to prune back if he wasn't so fucking pretty.

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Finally we were back home, as much as that word meant anything anymore.

I was glad to be back in the house. I tried to remember where I was in my cycle. Had I last had my period during Seungri's week? Maybe it had been Daesung's? It wasn't totally out of the question that my hormones were simply amped up.

It usually wasn't this noticeable though. I was overtly aware of the wetness between my legs. Every step I took was accompanied by a naggingly persistent glide of self-lubricated flesh.

In a number of different situations, it would be titillating. In this one it was almost concerning.

"I'm going to head to bed," I was perhaps a bit curt with my words, but I was aching to get into the bathroom and clean myself up.

"Are you feeling okay?" Genuine concern filtered through Jiyong's words.

Maybe I wasn't doing as good of a job covering as I had thought.

"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. Doing my best not to meet his eye, I came up with a weak excuse. "I'm just tired from traveling and everything."

In the periphery of my vision, I was aware that he was nodding. I pretended to focus on putting my shoes away neatly.

"Jagi," his hand found my wrist, "I…"

I forced myself to meet his eye. He really was so fucking pretty.

I wasn't aware that my mouth had opened until I felt his thumb brush over my bottom lip. When had his hand reached my face?

Against my better judgment, my tongue dipped out - primarily to wet my lips, but incidentally lapping at his skin.

He even tasted pretty.

This close, I could see the blemishes underneath his makeup.

"Oh you guys are back."

Jiyong pulled away from me, scalded by embarrassment or annoyance.

Taeyang stood in the openway, in all the glory of what I was sure was one half of a matching couple's pajama set, holding a glass of water. His eyes shifted between the two of us. There may as well have been chemical formulas flying around his head with how hard he was staring at us.

Good lord I was glad to see him. His presence had been exactly the shock I needed to escape whatever was going on with me. Hormones, alcohol… whatever it was, I was glad for the distraction.

"I'll go first," I mumbled, carefully avoiding touching either of them as I moved.

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My body bounced with the force I had thrown myself at the mattress. The inspection I had given myself in the shower had confirmed what I already knew. I debated texting Daesung, weighing the chances of us somehow getting caught. Typically I'd have no problem staying quiet, but with how amped up I was… there was really no telling.

Though I had teased him about tying him to the bed. What better time to try it than ri-

My thoughts were cut off by a tapping at the glass doors. Scrambling for decency's sake, I retracted my hand that had been making its way between my legs of its own accord. I tightened my robe around myself before pulling the curtain aside just enough to see who was there.

I was greeted by raised eyebrows paired with one hand holding a bottle, and the other holding a pair of wine glasses. The eyebrows jumped comically. Laughing, I took a step back and unlocked the door to pull it open.

"I thought you might need to debrief."

I shrugged, making my way to the seat by the vanity.

"It's legitimately strange how well you know me sometimes."

Seunghyun just smiled as he toed off his shoes and slid the door shut behind him. After being prompted by a pointed nod from me, he made sure the curtains were back in place as well - a shield for our private conversations.

"I heard he took you on a boat," Seunghyun stated it like a fact, but I could tell he wanted confirmation.

I hummed, watching him uncork the bottle and pour us both a glass. His fingers were deft and swift. They moved with confidence through the series of motions.

"-by? Yah…"

I shook my head, pulling myself back to the moment.

"Sorry," I frowned, "what were you saying?"

He chuckled, holding a glass out towards me. I stood to take it, standing perhaps a little closer to him than was absolutely necessary.

He held his glass towards me. Raising my own, I lightly tapped it against his.

He gave me a pointed look.

"No," I said, "you should drink first oppa."

He raised an eyebrow at that, but he also raised his glass. After allowing him to take his time to taste the wine and swallow, I spoke up again.

"How is it?"

"Jammy," he said after considering his words carefully, "a little tart. Not bad."

I hummed.

He had to have known what I was doing. No way was I subtle about it.

He didn't stop me though.

I couldn't really make out such details that would lead to the descriptor of "jammy", but I could taste the remnants of sweetness and sourness well enough on his tongue.

After a moment I pulled away. Lifting my hand, I thumbed away an invisible droplet from his lips. The thumb was then placed against my own, my tongue coming out to taste it in a much more acceptable adaptation of the earlier moment with Jiyong.

Trained as they were on his face, it didn't escape my eyes the way Seunghyun's attention was locked onto the movement.

"Put that away before you cause trouble," his voice sounded strained when he spoke.

"Hmm…" I smiled up at him, "don't want to."

He took a moment to carefully place both of our glasses further back on the vanity. Straightening up afterwards, he took another moment to look me over. One of his arms looped around my back, pulling me close as his eyes ran over my face, neck, and assorted other spots of exposed skin.

Eventually, his eyes landed back on mine.

"How are you feeling?"

What a loaded question. I had already been fighting a losing battle against an unexpected wave of arousal when he showed up. I was a little embarrassed that all thoughts of Daesung had been pushed from my mind until this exact moment. That of course led to a brief detour into shame. That particular spiral was then cut short by how good Seunghyun's fingers felt on my skin when he reached up to brush my hair from my face.

His stern features were soft. It was a look that I kept seeing from him more and more often. A look I could see myself getting used to.

A look that simplified my answer.

"Good."

He nodded, serious as ever.

"A little more…" I tilted my head, thinking of how to describe it, "awake than I expected," I admitted.

There was a moment then. We both seemed to be waiting for something, but I didn't know what that might be.

It turned out to be my tongue. Once again, I slid it over my lips. More from nerves than anything else.

Seunghyun dropped his head slightly to press his lips against mine.

I hoped he wouldn't hold the sound I made against me. It was embarrassing enough just to have such a strong reaction to him. My head spun, thinking about the ups and downs of our dynamic over the last month. Or maybe it was from the kiss itself.

We had kissed before. Obviously. But this was different. This was a fight against a riptide, and I was more than willing to drown.

"Baby," Seunghyun was mumbling against my lips.

I groaned, annoyed at the attempted interruption.

"Baby."

He forced us apart this time. It was like he was determined to ruin the vibe.

"What?" I couldn't help the annoyed tone that slipped into my voice.

Confusion flashed over his face for a moment before he hardened his gaze.

"What happened?"

I blinked. I was not following his train of thought at all.

"What… you mean with Jiyong?"

He nodded, solemnly watching me.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "We went on a boat, we went to a sculpture park, we…"

I cut myself off. Did it really matter? A momentary lapse in judgment in a yacht hot tub with a man who was functionally my ex?

"Baby," softer this time, "you don't have to hide anything from me."

"We…" I huffed, then started again, "I…"

Seunghyun maneuvered the both of us, moving so he could sit at the vanity and pull me onto his lap.

"Take your time."

I let him pull me into him. Resting my head against his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his hands soothing down my back. Breathing deeply, I could smell some faint cologne struggling to cover up that ever present tobacco scent that clung to him.

"It's stupid." I was pouting again, but trying not to let it color my voice too much. I'd much rather go back to the kissing than talk about how Jiyong could seemingly climb inside my skull at will.

"What is?"

"Me," I moved against him, getting my head into a more comfortable position. If that position also put me in closer reach of teasing his neck and ear… he didn't seem to notice, "probably."

"We both know that's not true," he laughed.

I didn't protest, but I didn't agree either. Instead, I simply sighed heavily, trying to sneak my lips onto where I could feel his pulse in his neck.

"Baby," he gently admonished me. His hands pulled me upright to meet his eyes again. "You know I'd love to keep going, but you also know this is a coping mechanism."

I rolled my eyes, "don't pretend you know me better than I know myself."

That got a reaction out of him.

His hand raised, tightly gripping my chin so there was no way I could look away again.

"Listen to me baby," his voice had gone deep with the intensity of his message, "I would have no issue fucking you until you couldn't walk, if that's what you truly wanted."

Another embarrassing sound eked its way up my throat and out from between my lips.

Seunghyun paused his lecture to kiss me, rougher than I had expected. He bit my lower lip, pulling a groan from me as he pulled back.

"However," he shook my chin slightly, demanding my attention raise from his lips to his eyes again, "I will only do so when I am one hundred percent certain that it is what you want and not just a distraction."

What was there for me to do besides blink? And after that, what option did I have but to start crying?

"Baby," he dropped his grip from my chin and tugged me against his body in a tight hug. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. I'm sorry baby. Please don't cry."

"I… I just don't understand…" I sobbed, embarrassment no longer a concern. "How…. He… Ji…"

"Deep breath baby," he crooned into my ear. He started rocking slightly, obviously going all out in his attempt to comfort me. "Breathe for me. You have all night to tell me what happened."

I'm sure all eloquence was lost as I tried to explain through unintelligible sobs and the deep breaths that Seunghyun would occasionally remind me to take, but eventually I was able to explain my concerns. At least to the point that Seunghyun eventually started telling me that I didn't need to explain anymore.

"It's okay, baby," his voice was low, quietly reassuring me, "I understand."

"The worst part is I don't even know why I care," I whined, "I just want him out of my head."

By now, we had made our way onto my bed. Seunghyun laid on his side, arms pulling me protectively into his chest while I had rambled out my complaints.

"Just being around him is like getting drunk," I mumbled. "I feel defenseless."

"You-"

A knock on the glass doors interrupted him. He frowned, looking down at me questioningly.

"Did you invite Daesung down?"

I shook my head, nerves twisting my gut.

"Maybe he want-"

My text tone interrupted me. Shuffling to free my hand from between Seunghyun's and my bodies, I turned to grab it from where I had dropped it on the mattress earlier.

From: Llyong Boho Awake?

I shut my eyes, holding my phone up for Seunghyun to see. I felt the soft vibration of another message coming in while he looked at the screen.

Seunghyun's jaw tightened. He took the phone from my hand and sat up.

"Don't…"

He leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead.

"I'm not going to message him. Just wait here for a moment, okay? I'll tell him you're sleeping."

I nodded, wondering why he looked so tense.

He stood up and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Back and forth, messing it up and then smoothing it back. After a second he undid the buttons of his shirt, all of them undone before he misbuttoned one near the middle. He paused for half a second. Nodding to himself, he then took his belt off. He let the leather strap land on my floor before he turned his attention back to me.

"Unlock your phone."

I pressed my thumb against the fingerprint reader and handed it over to him.

"Thank you baby. Pull the blanket over yourself, okay?"

I did as he asked, going as far as turning to face away from the sliding doors so Jiyong wouldn't see my face.

I heard the plastic rattling sound of the curtain runners, followed by the whooshing noise of the sliding door opening.

"What do you need?"

"What are you doing here?"

The crunching of gravel, followed by the whoosh of the door. I assumed Seunghyun had stepped outside.

It was a little disappointing to not be able to hear the conversation. However, I could appreciate not being drawn into it at all.

After maybe fifteen minutes, there was that whoosh yet again. I felt my body tense up.

"Baby?"

I relaxed, turning over to look up at Seunghyun. He gave me a small smile.

"He went back upstairs."

I nodded, "you didn't have to do that."

He placed my phone on the bedside table before unbuttoning his shirt again.

"I know, but I'd rather I deal with him than make you do it."

He moved as he spoke, draping his shirt over the seat by the vanity before turning back towards me. He nodded at the space next to me on the bed.

"Can I?"

Rather than answer, I simply opened my arms towards him.

His smile was wider this time, as he bent down to crawl up the mattress and over my body.

Supporting himself on his knees and forearms, he brushed his nose along my neck. It was followed by his lips pressing against my jaw.

"Hyun…" I sighed out his name as what had started as me baring more of my neck towards him turned into a stretch.

"Yes?" He asked, pulling away to watch me.

I traced my fingertips over his ribs and onto his back, pouting slightly. "Don't stop."

He moved, working one of his knees between mine and coming in for a kiss.

Just shy of my lips, he spoke again.

"I'm still not going to fuck you tonight."

I whined, digging my nails into his back to further express my annoyance.

He laughed, leaning onto his side slightly so he could run a hand down the side of my body.

"If you need me that badly," he paused to kiss my cheek lightly, "there are other things I can do."

His fingers paused, dipped just slightly under the waistband of my pajama shorts.

"Would you like that baby?"

[frostedkookie]

limerence | pt. 1

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 4,124

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you... I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: I started this last year, and decided to finish since GD has been hitting me right in the feels lately

“Would you hold still, please Chen, for the love of all that is good in the world? I am trying to finish this last bit of eyeliner,” Noelle hissed, waving her hands around in frustration as Chen narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not like it’s going to look good anyway,” he replied tartly.

“I swear, boy. One of these days I am going to take this eyeliner pencil and jab it so far into your eye that-“

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s really going to happen.” Chen cut Noelle off. After a moment of the two staring harshly at each other, Chen finally sat back in his seat, arms crossed, and held still so Noelle could finish his eyeliner.

“Those two can be so annoying sometimes,” Chanyeol laughed from the seat below me, where I had my hands tousled in his silver-colored hair. Chen and Chanyeol were the last two members of EXO Noelle and I had to make over before we accompanied the band to the Mnet Asian Music Awards that very night. However, Chen was not making the completion of Noelle’s task any easier.

Noelle and I had moved to Seoul six months prior, and shortly after, we’d gotten jobs with one of the largest music companies in South Korea, SM Entertainment. We’d been lucky enough to have been paired together as a make-up and hair team for the same band: EXO.

“I still have to get ready myself, Chen. So please, try to cooperate,” Noelle pleaded, mixing together a palette of eyeshadows.

“Who’s the star, though? Me or you?” Chen smirked, making Noelle’s knuckles turn white against the make-up brush in her hand.

“I give up,” Noelle groaned, causing Chanyeol to snicker in his seat. I gave his hair a few more tugs, and then finished it off with a little mousse.     

“Thanks, MaKenna. See you at the show,” Chanyeol said, giving me a quick one-armed hug and walking out of EXO’s main hair and make-up room.

I gave Noelle one last wave, although she barely glanced up from her near death match with Chen. I wondered towards the dorm room Noelle and I shared, where I would spend the last hour of my time getting myself ready for the awards show. I quickly slipped out of the gym shorts and t-shirt I’d been wearing while I’d styled each member of EXO’s hair, and in to a one-shoulder deep green dress covered in sequins. The dress ended towards the middle of my thighs, and was the color of a lush forest after the rain.

I briefly saw Noelle enter the room in a flurry of red hair and purple dress while I was styling my hair, and when my whole look was finally complete, she met me in the corridor that lead towards the parked cars EXO would take to the awards show.

“So, I’ll take M tonight, and you get K? Although, I don’t know if I’ll be able to ride in the same car as Chen, even if the venue is just a short drive away,” Noelle grumbled, more to herself than me. I smirked, knowing that the reason Noelle would be up with a ride with Chen came in the form of EXO-M’s leader, Kris.

“Well, I guess I’m alright with riding with K tonight,” I faked a heavy sigh, speaking in English as I climbed in the car to await the arrival of the band members. Noelle and I, painstakingly, had learned Korean in just a few short months before moving to Seoul, and although our language skills were fairly adequate, we still frequently spoke to each other in English.

“Aren’t you just a doll?” Noelle smirked, closing the door of the car. I watched her strut away in her long purple dress and short pumps until she’d ducked into EXO-M’s car and disappeared behind the closed door.

I sighed, straightened out my dress, and laid my head back against the car seat, anticipating our arrival at the awards show.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one last time for our final act of the night, EXO!” The crowd went absolutely wild as the first few beats to their song started, and the dim lights suddenly outlined the faint figures of the twelve EXO members.

“They’re such talented guys.” I glanced over towards my left, where the leader of BigBang, G-Dragon, was sitting beside me. For the most part, he’d kept to himself that night.

“Yeah, they’re really something,” I smiled, nodding at him. He smiled back, his bright orange bangs falling down in his eyes.

“Do you work for SM?” he asked after a few minutes, interrupting my concentration on Kai’s hair, which I was praying would stay perfectly styled throughout his whole choreography.

“Oh, yes. I’m EXO’s hair stylist,” I replied, not taking my eyes away from the lanky dancer as he swung his way around the stage. His hair didn’t move an inch, much to my amazement. After a few minutes, G-Dragon spoke to me again.

“Your Korean is very good.”

“I’ve only been speaking the language for a year, maybe a little longer,” I said. “So, I don’t think it’s very good at all.”

“It’s good, I promise,” he said, flashing me a genuine smile that made me stop and stare a little longer than appropriate. The only times I’d seen BigBang’s leader, he’d seemed extremely standoffish. However, sitting beside him, I was able to see a small part of the humorous guy that everyone talked about. G-Dragon was all the rave between Korean music businesses, but talking to him, even for just a few moments, made me see a piece of the celebrity that no fans got to see.

It was one of my favorite parts about working with celebrities. Not being able to brag about the fact that I hung out with some of the most famous people in Asia, or even that I got to be around people with a ton of money. My favorite part was that I was able to see the true parts of these celebrities, even if I was only able to see that part for a few moments at an awards show. I was still able to converse with a person who would otherwise have been untouchable to me before I’d gotten my job.

EXO’s performance ended, and Kai’s hair stayed perfect throughout the whole thing. I stood up, straightening out my dress as I prepared myself to leave. 

“MaKenna, I’m going to go meet the M boys around back, so we can try and leave first, alright? I’ll see you back at the complex.” Noelle grabbed my arm from the side. I waved to her, and watched her once again disappear into the crowd. I turned back to where BigBang was sitting, waving at the members and turning to leave.

“Wait,” a hand snaked around my wrist, causing me to stop. Exiting bodies weaved and pressed in around me, and for a moment, with a hand clamped around my wrist and the sound of a thousand conversations roaring in my ears, I felt trapped in the giant arena. I whirled around, coming face to face with G-Dragon.

I snatched my hand away from his grasp. Apparently, a little too forcefully, since he glanced down at his now empty hand with the smallest fraction of shock on his face. He wasn’t much bigger than me, and the heels I wore put me just a few inches above him. His deep, tanned skin and chocolate eyes contrasted intensely with his bright orange hair and white teeth, which were showing immensely now that he was smiling at me.

“Come have a drink with me,” he said, full of confidence. I raised my eyebrow, questioning this man whom I’d just met.

“I have somewhere to be. My boys are waiting for me,” I said briskly, turning to go. I actually needed to find Chanyeol and Kai, who were supposed to wait for me before we headed back to the SM complex.

“I think the EXO boys will be able to handle themselves just fine without you for an hour or two. Come on, my group just won one of the biggest music awards given. I need a beautiful girl to celebrate with.” He was still smirking, and I was finding it very hard to resist the way his bangs flopped down perfectly into his eyes, making him look younger then what he actually was.

“No,” I replied.

“Please,” he kept begging. I crossed my arms, giving him a look that dared him to keep begging me to go along. “My band has already left me to celebrate on their own. I’m all alone, unless you come out with me. I know a great private bar we can go to.”

“You’re charming, you know that? I’m tempted to actually accept your invitation,” I said, glancing at my phone. I panicked a little when I saw that I had four missed calls and three text messages from Kai alone, and Chanyeol’s count was double that.

“I think you should accept my invitation. What do you have to lose?” G-Dragon asked, raising his eyebrow and running his tongue along his teeth.

I thought about it for a few seconds, leaving his unanswered question hanging between us. The arena was slowly clearing out, leaving just the two of us near our section.

“One drink, that’s it,” I said, finally.

“You’re not going to regret it,” he said, grabbing my hand. I was nervous about going out alone with BigBang’s leader, but I’d also heard nothing but great things about the group. Not to mention I was a bit of a fan of them, and I was even a little exhilarated to be going out the infamous leader.

“So, have I got to call you G-Dragon throughout my drink?” I asked as we made our way towards the exit. I sent a quick text to Chanyeol, telling them not to wait and that I would be back later than expected.

“Of course. That is my name, after all,” he laughed at my confused look and shook his head. “I’m just kidding. My name is Kwon Jiyong.”

“I’m MaKenna,” I replied.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Jiyong laughed, bowing playfully towards me as we made it outside of the arena and into a parked cab. He gave the driver the address, and leaned back into his seat. Our drive was silent, consisting of me staring out the window of the cab as Seoul passed by. I was a little in love with the city, and any chance to get out of SM’s complex was a thrilling experience for me.

“We’re here,” Jiyong said, jumping out of the cab after handing the driver the won we owed. He held the door open for me as I slid towards his side and stepped out of the cab onto the curb. We walked quickly inside the glassed in bar, keeping our heads down. This form of disguise wasn’t even technically necessary, but it had become instinct for me any time I went out with EXO, and obviously it’d become that way for Jiyong as well.

“What’s your poison?” The bartender asked as we got settled into the stools. The whole place was washed in blue light and glass, giving it an ice-like appearance. The ambiance was appealing, and even though there were other people in the place, it was clear that the high end bar was only for the highest paying consumers.

“Tequila and tonic, please,” I said. The bartender took Jiyong’s order before disappearing to fix our drinks.

“So, tell me about the musical genius that I’ve heard so much about,” I said, placing my chin in my hand and glancing over at him. He smirked kindheartedly before shaking his head.

“I’m not a musical genius, no matter what the magazines say. I’m merely doing what I love, and sometimes I’m halfway decent at it.” The bartender placed our drinks before us, and I took a large swig before replying.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re going for? No offense, but you’re a genius. The boys talk about you all the time. They love you.”

“Oh, really? I’m quite the fan of EXO myself,” he laughed.

“I’m serious. I basically know all of your songs and everything about you just because of them.”

“You know everything about me?” He asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I took another large swig of alcohol, letting the burn in my throat overshadow Jiyong’s irresistible smirk.

“Something like that,” I said, not managing to look back at him. I could hear him chuckling and taking a sip of his own drink.

“Another, miss?” The bartender asked, motioning towards the glass I had clutched in both my hands. I glanced down, realizing the cup was absent of all the amber colored liquid I’d ordered. I sighed, shaking my head.

“I really should be going.” Jiyong placed his hand on my arm, preventing me, gently, from getting up.

“You’re really going to leave me here to drink alone?” he asked, his chocolate eyes searching my face. I sighed again, placing my hand over his.

“I’m not the best drinker, and you don’t want to have to deal with a drunkard,” I said, realizing I didn’t actually want to leave Jiyong at all, much less so I could make the journey back home alone. It was a sudden feeling, most likely brought on by the alcohol I’d consumed.

“I’ll take care of you,” he smirked, and I found my heart fluttering in my chest, much to my disgust. Jiyong motioned for the bartender to bring me another. “Also, one more drink won’t kill you.”

I sighed and settled back in to my seat, the promise of more alcohol dulling my need to go home. "I guess it won’t hurt me that much.”

Three more drinks later, I was very tipsy, and in need of a bathroom. Jiyong led me towards the ladies room, making sure I didn’t topple over in my heels. The tequila made my head feel fuzzy, like everything was coated in a layer of felt. I was hyperaware of Jiyong’s arm wrapped around my waist, and my body pressed closely into his.

“I had five tequilas,” I giggled, covering my mouth with my hand. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Jiyong said, opening the ladies room door for me. I ventured in alone, relieving myself and washing my hands in what seemed to take hour.

“I think you’re really cute,” I slurred, taking Jiyong’s hand in mine. He chuckled, leading me towards the exit. “Like, I think you’re really cute.”

“Can you not speak Korean when you’re drunk?” Jiyong asked, his own English heavily accented. Before that moment, I hadn’t even realized I’d switched my languages.

“English is so much easier when everything is so fuzzy,” I groaned, grabbing my head as Jiyong hailed a cab. “I could speak Spanish for you, but that ability went away two drinks ago.”

When the cab finally pulled up to the curb, Jiyong helped me in and gave the driver a new address. "Where are you taking me now?”

“Back to my place,” he replied.

I narrowed my eyes, reaching instinctively towards the door handle. “I knew this was your plan. I need to get out of here right now!”

“Hey, I’m not going to try anything, I promise. I’ll take the couch, and let you lock yourself in my bedroom for the rest of the night. I just wouldn’t feel right taking you back to SM in your state. Hell, I don’t feel comfortable sending you there sober, but much less drunk.” Jiyong said, pulling my wrist gently away from the door.

“Ughhh, talk in English. You’re hurting my head,” I complained, grabbing my ears, where his Korean words were bashing inside.

“My English isn’t very good,” he said back, but he spoke my language anyway. We made it to his apartment without any problems, and he immediately showed me into his bedroom, which was huge, spacious, and full of vibrant colors. Exactly what you’d expect from someone as vibrant as Jiyong.

“Here’s advil, water, and some hot tea for you. Hopefully you’ll sober up a little soon, and won’t have such a terrible hangover in the morning.” Jiyong brought a tray in to the room and set it on the side table. He pulled a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt out of his dresser, laying it on the bed beside where I was sat. “Those are for you to sleep in, you just have to lock the door once I leave.”

“Thank you,” I said, pulling the clothes from their folded position and heading towards the bathroom to change. I heard him leave the room, and once I’d pulled on his clothes, I made my way towards the side table to swallow the advil and hot tea he’d provided. I could already feel the hot liquid settling in my stomach, and just a little bit of the dizziness had subsided. I was a little bit more aware of how awkward and astonishing my situation was by the minute.

I settled in to Jiyong’s large bed, suddenly engulfed by the scent of him, which hadn’t hit me fully until that moment, dressed in his clothing and cocooned in his sheets. It was a spicy scent, and sent my head into more dizziness.

As I listened more closely, I could hear him rummaging around in his living room. I tossed and flopped onto my side, but it was clear I was nowhere near sleepy. My mind was racing, trying to wrap itself around the fact that I was actually here, laying in the G-Dragon’s bed. But more prominently, my mind keep replaying the feeling of his hand wrapping itself around my waist; the way his smirk tugged up one corner of his mouth and made his eyes twinkle.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I’d made my way to his bedroom door and entered the living room, where Jiyong was settled on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. My breath hitched just a fraction in my throat, taking in the sight of his tanned skin detailed in the slightest bit of muscles and tattoos.

“Are you okay?” His brow creased in concern. I quickly made my way over to where he sat, leaning over him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled, glancing down at him.

“Do you need me to… uh… get anything for you?” he asked, staring up in to my eyes. He was still speaking English for me, and his mumbling made his accent even thicker.

I stared at his face, my gaze travelling away from his deep chocolate eyes to his mouth. I spoke in Korean, my voice heavy from the atmosphere in the room. “Kiss me.”

Jiyong hesitated, his own gaze lingering on my lips. I could still feel traces of tequila pulsing through my veins, making me a lot braver than I would usually have been. I slowly poked the tip of my tongue through my mouth, running it along my bottom lip slowly.

Jiyong groaned, suddenly grabbing my face in his hands and crushing his lips on mine. His overwhelming scent surrounded me, even stronger than when I was in his bed. His lips molded in to mine, making my heart thump noisily in my chest.

I was aware of nothing but Jiyong’s lips pressed deliciously against mine, his hand threading its way in my hair. He stood up suddenly, never breaking our kiss. At this height, he was taller than I, and his mouth pressed aggressively down on mine as his other hand gripped my cheek.

I fisted a handful of his orange hair, tugging on the roots gently. Jiyong groaned lowly into my mouth, pushing his tongue past my lips to entwine with mine. I ran my other hand down the length of his chest, brushing past the ink that was permanently embedded there; feeling the faint outlines of his abdominal muscles etched into his chest.

“We should stop,” he said huskily, his mouth still pressed into mine. I shook my head, pulling his head closer to mine.

“Please don’t,” I begged, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He moaned, clearly battling ideas inside his head. The battle only lasted a second, before he lifted me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to him closely as he continued to kiss me.

I wasn’t aware that he’d brought me into his bedroom until I felt the silkiness of his sheets beneath me. Jiyong hovered over me, moving his mouth from my lips down to my jawline. He continued to my neck, nipping at the tendon that stuck out as I turned my head.

Suddenly, I was extremely, uncomfortably hot. I panted, pushing Jiyong away just a tiny bit; enough to rip away the t-shirt he’d only just given me to put on. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring down at my exposed chest. Just as quickly, I unhooked my bra and threw it to the side.

Jiyong roughly grabbed me, running his hands up and down my sides before finally finding a permeant stopping point. Suddenly, without thinking, I twisted my legs around until I’d managed to quickly flip him over on to his back. I straddled his waist, proud of the smirk I’d caused to grace his lips.

I kissed down his chest, paying special attention to the large words written down his right side, and the two ‘X’s etched above his navel. He groaned loudly as my mouth travelled the length of his body, running his hands once again through my hair. I smiled smugly against his skin, outlining the waistband of his sweats with the tip of my finger.

Eventually, Jiyong managed to flip me back over under him, while simultaneously managing to remove both of our remaining clothing pieces. I was so hot and cold all over, my body against his felt as though I was drowning in a lake of fire and ice. Everywhere his fingers were placed, my skin responded by bursting in a ripple of chills and excitement.

Jiyong took his time, nipping and sucking at my flesh, driving me absolutely wild. Nothing about us was hurried, and yet everything seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. I stared into his beautiful, striking eyes as he brought me closer and closer to him, feeling as though there would never be any other people in the world besides us.

Jiyong entered me swiftly, pushing inside and letting me adjust for only a brief moment. I relished in the way he felt, the pressure he provided so deliciously, as he stayed still inside of me. I heard small curses, some English and some Korean, spill from his plump lips as he began to drag himself out, to the tip, and then crash back inside of me. I was too focused on staring into his eyes to bother emitting anything more than a small whimper.

His body moved in sync to mine, bringing me up and then back down. He snaked his arms around me, switching our position so that I was sitting in his lap. He arms moved up and down my back, pulling me closer than possible while I cradled his cheeks in my hands, steadily placing unaimed kisses on his exposed flesh.

I was on fire, everywhere. Every nerve ending felt as though my nerves were trying to burst from my skin. I felt weightless, and yet heavy at the same time. I was soaring, flying closely to the sun, growing hotter and hotter. I barely felt Jiyong’s skin against my own as I burned and burned, finally bursting into full flames. My nerves seemed to sever their connection to every inch of my body, and suddenly, there was nothing. No sun, no bedroom, no Jiyong. I was simply floating in a sea of bliss and happiness, icy blood rushing to every crevice in my body in an attempt to cool me down. His release was fiery against my cool skin, he’s moans and curses into my neck like music.

Jiyong swiped a few beads of sweat from my upper lip, cradling me closely into his chest as he fitted the sheets around us. The clock read only an hour ahead, but I felt as if Jiyong and I had escaped Earth for years, only to find ourselves back on the planet in a bed of silk. My body felt so heavy, and I drew myself closer towards Jiyong’s chest as I let the heaviness, finally, take me under.

[youarejesting]

Femme: 04

[MASTERLIST]

Summary: The year is now 3019. Women were going extinct, cryogenics was the only hope for society. Now Femme Industries is the provider of Females, they use computer analysis and algorithms to match a femme to her male applicants. it is common for femme’s to match with multiple applicants. When you match with seven handsome young men, it is a challenge. But you love a challenge.

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, Kwon Jiyong (GD) x Big Bang, Eventual TXT x OC

Rating: Fluff so far

Length: 1.2k words

Dinner ended with no more incidents and the seven refused your help in cleaning up, you nodded and sat down awkwardly alone. There would be a time when you were all comfortable with one another and you could help out, so you weren’t too worried. The awkwardness was broken by Jimin who sat beside you his hands behind his back. You looked at him were they finished cleaning already, however, when you turned the boys were still working together cleaning. Jungkook had taken it upon himself to put away left overs while sneaking a few bites.

“I made dinner so I don’t clean” He said and you turned back he was acting shy and running his hand through his hair. The action was sexy. Jimin’s every move was elegant and breathtaking. With a nervous giggle he turned. “This is uh a gift from my eomma, Halmeoni an’ myself”

He handed the small box over and it was filled with a soft pink tissue paper inside was a pretty box with a perfume, opening the box and pulling out a red and gold potion looking bottle. Opening the cap and spraying a little on your wrist and gently patted it onto your neck. The smell was a beautiful and complex. At first it was sweet and fruity but then with a little more you could smell Jasmine and white chocolate and as it warmed against your skin it had a musk and wood scent behind it.

“I made this. With uh” he turned to Namjoon and spoke quickly the two exchanging word in Korean and English before he turned back “Litchi, Kiwi, white chocolate and Orris root an’ an’ more”

“You made this yourself, Jimin this is beautiful I love it” you smiled and noticed the second gift which was a beautiful antique brush set. The brush, comb and hand mirror sat on a small red velvet cloth. The handles were beautiful and the gold filigree was so delicate. “Jimin this is beautiful are you sure?”

“This was my Halmeoni’s, she want you to have” he smiled and you held the box to your chest and you felt your eyes begin to water. Placing the box on the coffee table you launched yourself to him and gave him a hug. You were overwhelmed by how nice all the boys were being and how thoughtful their gifts had been.

“Thank you Jimin” You whispered and there was a knock on the door and Jin went to answer and some boys came in and smiled talking rapidly you carried the box to your room and placed the perfume on the shelf with your make up and the brush set delicately on the small velvet cloth they had rested on whilst in the box. You smiled at the book and there was knock at your door.

Yoongi opened the door slowly peaking in before stepping inside. He placed a tiny piano on the shelf. It was a figurine of a black grand piano. He twisted a little handle and a tune started playing. It was sweet and you listened to it. “I um wrote the song for you”

The song started again and he went to leave. You thanked him quickly and he smiled over his shoulder before passing Namjoon in the door way. The song came to a stop and Namjoon smiled “Our neighbors have come to say hi would you like to meet them or would you rather wait”

“I would love to meet them” You smiled fixing your hair and stepping out and smiling everyone was strewn all around the living room. There were five new young boys in the room they were all very cute and tiny. “Hello”

The scrambled to their feet and bowed to you. Greeting you together as a group. You stepped forward and smiled giving your name. They all introduced themselves and you smiled at their nervousness. They blushed when you called them cute and answered your questions as best they could. They were all still in school.

“Noona you are so pretty” Soobin smiled his eyes were round much like Jungkook’s and you wonder if he looked like Soobin when he was younger. “I hope one day we can have a pretty femme just like you”

“You all live next door?” You asked and Yeonjun smiled widely and nodded “Well if you need anything, I will be here to help”

They all bowed again making you laugh and bow back. You felt so embarrassed when people bowed at you, hopefully you would get used to it soon. The boys left and you sat on the couch with a sigh. Jungkook and Taehyung were now sat on the floor playing video games on the television.

You had a knack for moving unnoticed, however, you assumed due to being a new part of their life and house hold. It was one of the most awkward moments of your life. You closed the door to your room and grabbed some pyjamas. They were a deep blue satin button down with a pocket and collar a contrasting thin pink piping trim and ribbon on the shorts.

You headed to the biggest of the three bathrooms. It was so open and light you walked in and there was a small white plush bench beside a beautiful indoor plant. Stepping up three stairs you saw the vanity and two sinks in front of a huge mirror. There was a section already for your products and toothbrush. On the wall opposite the vanity was a large cube storage the bottom few had baskets to hold clean and dirty washing the top held towels and the middle held more products or decorative items.

There was three different colored robes hanging and an empty hook. There was a knock at the bathroom door, you placed your clean clothes into the top basket and walked to the door unlocking it to see Hoseok.

“Uh I have a gift… for you” he said blushing you nodded walking over to the bench. He sat down with you and held out long box with a bow on it. He held the lid fiddling with the ribbon. You could tell how scared he was you leaned down, look up at his handsome face. He caught your eye and couldn’t stop the bright smile that pulled his lips.

Handing the box over, he rubbed his hands on his pants. Inside was a red silk and a round red wood box with gold edges and tiny gold ornamental details similar to the brush set Jimin had given to you. It was beautiful. You gently picked it up and turned the key, the interior was red velvet with small sections for different jewelry.

“It was my mother’s old Jewelry box, but we made it new, to same Jimin’s present, we all tried to same gifts” you hugged him and he hugged back and he pulled out the red silk and smiled.  You couldn’t help the laughter that filled the room as he acted cute. The robe was a beautiful red, he hung it up on the hook next to the dark purple one. “Next to JK’s, you are our family”

“Hoseok” You called as he picked up the Jewelry box and went to leave, you walked over to him and hugged him again he was grinning so happy. “Thank you all of you so much”

Femme Media 04

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[whimsandvanillalattes]

"You?" (Part 2)

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong (G Dragon) x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Romance, a dash of fluff

Soulmate AU Prompt: Soulmates have identical counters that count the number of times they have passed their soulmate.

Part: 2/?

Part 1 | Part 3

Alternatively titled: Y/N and GD think too much.

A/N: Thank you everyone who read the first part and everyone who liked/left comments/reblogged. It means the world to me. Also, I’m so so sorry for not updating sooner. As an apology, accept this really long part! Another thing I want to add is that I’m more used to writing OC stories rather than reader centered ones. I really tried to make Y/N gender neutral but for some reason I couldn’t make that work. I’m really sorry about that too. Please bear with a Fem!Y/N here. For my next story, I’ll definitely make a gender neutral Y/N.

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You swore under your breath as you veered around an elderly couple. You had overslept and if you didn’t reach the train station in another minute, you were going to be late for class. You lived at the university dorms so you had never really been late before. But you and one of your best friends had had a sleepover at your other best friend’s house and last night had been spent binge watching Lee Jong Suk’s dramas (in honor of his enlistment, and because you just loved him). Unlike you, they didn’t have morning classes so now they were sleeping soundly at home while you were just hoping you reached class before your professor.

Luck was not in your favor though, because you encountered one of the largest crowds you had ever seen (and you had seen a lot, considering how much of your free time you spent going to music shows and fan meets) at a little distance from the station. You saw some people taking pictures and, while you were offended on behalf of their center-of-attention whose privacy was being invaded, a part of you was tempted to stop and see which idol or actor was causing this commotion—you were sure it was either of the two because that was the only logical explanation. But your professor’s angry face appeared before your eyes, and you seriously wanted to not fail, so you pushed through the crowd and got to the station.

About ten minutes into your journey, your phone began to vibrate. Intensely. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw a ton of notifications. Most were from twitter, accompanied by a single one from a tabloid. You clicked on that, figuring it would make more sense than the frenzy of tweets. The headline read:

BIGBANG’S G-DRAGON spotted enjoying his military leave with his sister.

The article went on to say that he had “attracted a lot of attention.” So GD was on a leave? And so-called fans and paparazzi—or should you say Dispatch—wouldn’t even let him relax on his break. Now, you wouldn’t call yourself a VIP, but you had been listening to K-pop since you learnt the language and regarded BIGBANG as one of K-pop’s legendary groups. You could sing along to most of their songs and many of their solos (maybe you should call yourself a VIP). Which made you not exactly happy about how GD was being treated.

The tabloid article also had pictures. Dispatch is fast, you thought. He was wearing a black mask and a cap, so his face was barely visible. It was surprising how anyone had managed to recognize him. But then again, you had recognized him in the photos immediately so it wouldn’t have been hard for longtime VIPs to do the same. Taking a closer look at the photos, you noticed something strange. His surroundings looked familiar. Two years of living in Seoul had made you quite well-acquainted with the city and with a start, you recognized his location. The crowd you had just encountered had been caused by him.

The fangirl inside you freaked out. You had walked right past THE G-Dragon. A part of you cursed yourself for wanted to be a good student and not stopping, while another part tried to convince you to get off the train at the next station and run back. The more rational part of you, however, curbed all these stupid ideas. Enough people had swarmed him already without you joining them. Besides, you had a class to get to.

Scrolling through the comments, you were in the midst of adding one of your own to rebuke Dispatch for invading his privacy and making him uncomfortable when something on your wrist caught your eye and you almost dropped the phone. Setting it down on your lap, you turned your wrist over.

And gasped.

The 0 you were accustomed to seeing on the inside of your right wrist was not there. In its place was a cursive 1.

-

You ended up skipping the first class, not because you didn’t reach the university on time, but because you spent about half an hour in the toilet bawling your eyes out. You had finally passed the boy you had wanted to meet your entire life. Only, you had simply passed him, without even realizing it. What were the odds of meeting the guy you passed only once in your two years in Seoul, especially when you had passed each other at or around a busy train station? You weren’t one to be pessimistic usually, but it was frustrating how you moved to an entirely different country for your soulmate, but you hadn’t even been able to find out what said soulmate looked like.

Your bad (awful) day didn’t end after that. Sleep deprivation combined with narrowly missing your soulmate lead to a terrible mood and a terrible headache, you learnt, and you were not able to concentrate in any of your classes. So, several consecutive classes later, you had a clear plan in your head. You were going to crash onto your bed in the dorm and catch up on at least a bit of the sleep you had forsaken for Lee Jong Suk. You would worry about your soulmate when you were thinking straight.

Naturally, you forgot to set your alarm.

For the second time that day, you overslept. This time you were running late for work. Unlike class, you had been late for work several times and knew that your manager would absolutely kill you if you were late again. So, you got dressed in a frenzy, almost left all the lights switched on, and, for the second time that day, you ran for your life.

You reached the coffee shop you worked at ten minutes after your shift started and thankfully your manager thought a warning glare was enough punishment. You hurried to the employees’ room at the back of the shop and changed into your uniform. A quick peek in the mirror informed you that you looked like a mess. Your dark circles had somehow intensified and your hair resembled a bird’s nest, courtesy of the fact that you hadn’t bothered to brush it. It was frustrating how this was what you looked like the day your soulmate showed up (though you were sure he hadn’t noticed you either). You pulled it back into a ponytail in a measly attempt to tame it. While it was not the most effective, at least now you looked less like a homeless sleep deprived person and would gladly face your soulmate if he showed up at the coffee shop. Which was next to impossible, because he had never come here in the two years you had been working here.

The smell of coffee began to put your mind at ease once you settled down at the counter. As you prepared two teenage girls’ orders—a strawberry shake and an iced americano (totally contrasting drinks, you mentally noted)—you fell into a sort of routine, unlike the events of the morning. That put you in a comparatively comfortable state of mind and your thoughts finally began to align themselves. Usually, you kept a novel or a textbook with you during your shift but having very conveniently forgotten to bring anything with you afforded you the opportunity to think of your soulmate—who hadn’t really left your mind all day anyway. Maybe he took the morning train from that station everyday and you hadn’t ever crossed him before because that was not your usual route? You often stayed at your friend’s house, so you had taken trains from that station many times though. Had the timing always been wrong? Or had your soulmate recently moved to Seoul? Was he from another city? Busan? Daejeon? Pyongyang, North Korea?

A loud grumbling sound broke your train of thoughts. With a start, you realized it had ensued from your stomach. The only thing you had consumed the entire day was a cup of coffee and some cookies you had found in your bag. You were starving. A particular red velvet cupcake, with cream cheese frosting, had caught your eye and was enticing you to have it. The only customer in the shop was seated at a table by the window, typing away at his laptop. He had been like that for about an hour, his now cold coffee abandoned on the table. You could afford a snack break, then. There was at least one perk of working at a place that had food. You retrieved cupcake and quickly punched yourself a receipt which included the 20% employees’ discount, adding the due amount to the cash register. You settled down on a stool and indulged in a bite of the heavenly cupcake (that you enjoyed more than you normally would because of the lack of food in your system).

The bell above the door rang, and you tried to swallow it down so that you could greet the new customer. You glanced towards the door and nearly choked on said cupcake. Walking towards the counter, wearing a black hoodie and the same cap he was wearing in the picture you had seen earlier but having somehow lost the mask, was Kwon Jiyong. Aka GD. Aka G-Dragon.

What? How? What is he doing here? Is it really him? But-

Incoherent half-thoughts ran through your mind, but the gist was wondering why he was here of all places. Was it because this particular coffee shop was not in a mainstream area? Or had he suddenly craved coffee and had been tempted by the fact that there was only one other customer?

You were able to regain some of your composure and uh, not choke by the time he got to you. Your manager’s hawk eyes were on you and you could not afford to appear unprofessional, no matter how much you wanted to squeal and ask this man for an autograph. He probably noticed that you knew who he was though because a wide smile appeared on his face and you nearly melted in a puddle (Be professional, Y/N! you scolded yourself internally.) Either that, or he had found your almost-choking antic amusing. Possibly both.

“Good evening, sir!” At least your voice hadn’t betrayed you.

“Hello,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Your Korean pronunciation is pretty good.”

“Oh, thank you.” A blush threatened to appear on your face. “I’ve been living in Seoul for a while.” And I’ve been learning Korean for more than a decade, you decided to not add.

He ordered an iced Americano and you began to prepare it for him. Unlike with most customers, you felt extra nervous, mainly because you could feel his eyes following you. You were just hoping not to mess up.

“You know,” he began, “I thought you would ask me for an autograph. I know you recognized me.”

Whoops, busted!

You smiled. “I want to, but my manager would kill me if I do, so I can’t.” Conversing with him had seemed like a hurdle two seconds ago but now that he had initiated conversation, it was just…natural. As if talking to Kwon Jiyong was the most normal thing in the world and something you had been doing your entire life.

He chuckled. “You’re that scared of him?”

“I can’t afford to lose this job,” you said, shrugging as you handed him his drink. You had never seen him in person before, and you were a pretty big fan of his, but after your initial shock, you couldn’t help but wonder at how comfortable you felt talking to him. It was strange because you were the kind of person who could never be completely relaxed talking to an ordinary person for the first time, much less talking to an idol.

“I guess I can give it to you the next time I come here, then.”

Now that was something that made you almost freak out. “You’re going to come here again?” you asked. It was hard to mask the excitement on your face, and he seemed to find that very amusing. At least, that was what you inferred from the wide gummy smile that adorned his face, and you couldn’t help thinking of how cute it looked.

He took a sip from his drink. “Well, the coffee’s good,” he grinned, “So yeah, I am.” His phone buzzed and he glanced at the screen.

“I need to go now.” He stepped back from the counter. “See you next time.”

“Bye!” you called out. He waved at you over his shoulder as he opened the door and for some reason you were waving back, not caring that your manager was rolling his eyes at you.

*

“Oh, sit down already!” your roommate and one of your best friends, Soo-jin, whined. You rolled your eyes as you plopped down on your bed next to Min-ji, your other best friend.

“Okay, now spill,” Min-ji ordered. You had briefly told them what happened the entire day and they had deemed it too important to discuss in the morning, so the three of you were now gathered at your dorm room. Min-ji was the friend whose house you had had a sleepover at the previous night. She had decided to stay at your and Soo-jin’s room that night so you could talk peacefully.

“What do I start with, GD or soulmate?”

“GD!” they cried in unison. Both of them had been BIGBANG fans since they were kids. You told them how you had seen a crowd in the morning which had turned out to be because of him, and then how he had showed up at your workplace. When you finished, they just stared at you for a second.

“Woah,” Min-ji breathed out finally. “You’re so damn lucky.”

“But he is so sweet!” Soo-jin exclaimed. The fangirling was starting now. “He even asked if you wanted an autograph.”

“I know right. And telling her that he’d come again!” Min-ji was almost squealing now. She looked at you. “How did you even survive it?”

“I almost didn’t. I’m just glad I didn’t totally freak out and left a, you know, terrible impression.” You shrugged. Now that you thought of it, it was odd that he had talked to you at all. Hadn’t he been ambushed by enough fans already for one day? He knew you knew who he was, so why talk to you any more than necessary? In any case, the three of you discussed (err, fangirled over) him a little longer before Min-ji remembered you had another important matter to discuss.

“What about your soulmate, though?” she asked. “When did you pass him?” Both of your friends had already found their soulmates. Min-ji’s happened to be her neighbor so they had known each other almost their entire lives. Soo-jin’s soulmate was one of your seniors and they had met a little after she started university.

“My counter changed to one in the morning.” You leaned back into a pillow. “I noticed when I was on the train. We probably crossed on the station, or when I was rushing to it.” You sighed. If only you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, you would have met yours too.

“Hey, what if your soulmate’s one of those Dispatch photographers?” Soo-jin exclaimed. You snorted.

“Dispatch? Seriously?” You rolled your eyes at her. You could always count on your friends to find all sorts of weird ways to cheer you up.

“That’s totally possible, though,” Min-ji added, playing along. “Didn’t you say he’s older than you?”

“You’ll have to start stalking Dispatch’s professional stalkers!”

“That might actually end up being a good thing.” You laughed. “I’d know all the latest gossip.”

Min-ji nudged you with her foot. “Show us your counter.” You thrust your wrist towards them. They promptly gasped, as you had expected them to. Your friends tended to be quite dramatic too.

“I know,” you began, “it is surprising. I was so shock—”

“Y/N,” Min-ji interrupted, “when did you last check your counter.”

“When I was leaving for work, I think. Why?”

“Well, it’s not Dispatch, for sure,” Soo-jin whistled.

“What?”

“Look at it again.”

You did, and you gasped too. Your wrist didn’t say 1 anymore. Now it read 2.

-

To say that Jiyong was confused would be an understatement. He was far beyond confusion. He was conflicted in the worst possible way. His entire day had been…chaotic. It hadn’t entirely been bad—he had experienced intense excitement and adoration at one point—but it had not been an ideal way to spend his break. Even trying to make sense of everything that had happened made his head throb.

When he had managed to disengage himself from the swarm of paparazzi at the station, he noticed that the counter that had read 0 for the past 20 years suddenly read 1. He had always imagined he would be overjoyed at this occasion. Strangely, he hadn’t been anywhere near overjoyed. He had become too used to living as if he had no soulmate. The discovery that not only did he have one, but that his soulmate was very close was a change he hadn’t seen coming, and it was not entirely welcome. And, he had to admit, he was also frustrated because he had only passed his soulmate, rather than actually meeting.

He had decided he needed coffee to clear his head and had taken great pains to find a place where he could get it without attracting public notice (again). At least, he had thought that was his consideration. But, in hindsight, it could have been the soulmate pull. They did say it worked in strange ways. How else could he, out of all the coffee shops in Seoul, have ended up at the one his soulmate worked at? Crossing her once in a day could be a coincidence but meeting her again in the span of some hours could most certainly not be one. In any case, he had winded up at her workplace. There, he had encountered a cute, albeit quite young, foreign part-timer who knew him, he had realized immediately. After the rough morning, he should have bolted but something had compelled him to stay. And he had discovered that the part-timer was fun to talk to.

He hadn’t realized she was his soulmate until he got back to his car and his manager pointed out that his counter had changed again. That was when things had begun to click in his head and the reason talking to her was fun started to become clear. He had been tempted to run back inside and tell her this new turn of events. But that had been accompanied with thoughts of rejection that held him back, and he had felt suffocated beneath a variety of emotions. Instead, he had told his manager to drive on.

That was why he was currently lying on his living room couch, a steaming bowl of ramen he suddenly did not want to eat abandoned on the mahogany table in front of him and all the lights expect the one in the hallway switched off. The atmosphere was gloomy, but he liked it better that way; it was a perfect representation of his inner turmoil. Her eyes, wide with excitement and surprise as they had been when he had mentioned coming again, seemed to be permanently etched in his brain. Now that he had uncovered her identity, the pull felt even stronger. His entire being was craving her. And she had moved to Seoul, so that would mean she was looking for her soulmate too. Had she put two and two together yet and realized she was actually looking for him?

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the doubts. He had gotten his counter when he was ten, so that would mean she had to be twenty. He had always known about the age gap, so it didn’t really bother him. It wasn’t like she was a minor or anything. But was she okay with it? All her knowledge about her soulmate came from whatever he had first said after she was born. He didn’t even remember what he had said. He just hoped it wasn’t something stupid. In any case, the most she could have inferred from that would be that he was a Korean man a few years older than her. There was a big difference in being a few years older and around ten years older. And did she even want him as her soulmate? His life hadn’t really been a pure, sinless, scandal-free one. She probably knew about that.

And most importantly, he didn’t like the pull. His mind was sort of sick of the effect the bond was having on him. It wasn’t her fault, but it made him want to avoid her at all costs.

What was he to do now? Go to her the next day? Or pretend his counter still said 0? Coming to a conclusion was not easy. He told himself to wait until his enlistment was over and then approach her. If she wanted to find him, she wouldn’t leave before she did. But even when eventually he drifted into a light, troubled slumber, he had not managed to convince himself.

[caloriesannoyme]

Ok.

Storytime.

Hello girlies boyies and non-binaries. I am Ellie. My mind is fucked and this my blog.

Let's get to it.

SO. What happened is.

I started to write a fanfiction between a oc female character, Jiyong and Yoongi. In Yoongi's point of view. (Because we all like his pov, can we agree on that?) Which accidentaly lead to him (or me, the author) describing Jiyong in... hum- too many details. REMEMBER THIS IS YOONGI'S POV.

That being said, yesterday, I had my friend reading my fanfic AND sheeeee said and I quote: "it looks like there is some of romance between them".

Which really made mad at first. Because that wasn't the point of the story. You know, they were supposed to be friends and the plot wasn't about a gay relationship (not that I don't like these tho).

BUT THEN IT INSPIRED ME. (see, i even like these.)

Well now. It kinda turned into a... *drum rolls*

Jiyong X Yoongi sort of thing!!!!

SHOCKING I KNOW. 😱

AND.

I agree with it being a fucking weird match.

BUT it's also sexy as heck.

It's kinda interesting to read something with your two main men flirting. I mean it's more likely they'd end up together than with some sort of random girl I like to pretend would be me. SO YEAH. I'm weird I know.

But I've been thinking that some of y'all ⚠️might⚠️ care about this incident.

MAYBE. Some of y'all feel like me about a Jiyong X Yoongi thing. 😱

[ace-angel-judas]

oKAY BUT HOW DID EACH OF YOUR OCS COMPANIES RESPOND TO THEIR DATING RUMOURS?

Dae and Jackson were like “We’re dating” while JYP is like “N-no, their not dating!” 

YG was like “We will wait for AOMG to respond,” for Bobby and Clara and Jay was straight up like “I don’t know? I’m not her mom,” 

Considering Zico and Seo are the ceos of their company uhh... they just put out a statement like “Zico and Seo have amazing news! They would like to confirm their relationship and ask for privacy,” and everyone was like “...???’’ 

JYP would deny every Kyoko and Jay dating rumour and Jay never responded. 

“Star is dating IM from Monsta X!” JYP: “Uh, not anymore,” 

“Star is dating AOMG artist Gray,” JYP: “Wtf no,” 

“Star is dating NCT’s Taeyong!” JYP and SM:...

JYP: “Star is dating Mino and has been for four years,” All of SK: “WTF?!” 

Jinae’s only dating rumours was with Hanbin and YG was all “We have rules against dating other group members so no, they aren’t,” and Jinae was like “YG’s a liar, I’m dating Hanbin now go away,” 

The news about Melody and Christian was exposed by pictures from dispatch and they just never responded to them. They just finally started posting pictures of each other. 

YG never responded to Jihee’s dating rumours and SM was all “We will discuss this with the artist,” and didn’t put out another statement after that. Then Jihee put out their marriage news and SM had to be all “Yes, Sunhee and Jiyong have held a relationship for the past two years and got married yesterday,”

Queenie and Daesung never had dating rumours despite being so close, they were always just shipped together. Then Queenie was on radio and was like “Well, I’m engaged right now,” and everyone was speculating who and then later on she posted outtakes from their wedding photos and everyone was like “OH” 

Dispatch exposed Minyoon. Hayoon’s company never said anything except “Yes their dating,” AFTER SM made an announcement saying “SHINee’s Minho is in a relationship right now with BAP’s Hayoon,” and Minho released a hand written letter that was all like “I’ve met the person I think is the love of my love, I treasure her so much and I hope shawols understand and find the same love I have” etc

Jisub’s brother posted a picture of Jocks kissing and later, SM had to be like “Their relationship is a thing,” Paris and Chen got pregnant so like.. we all know how that went. 

So many fans speculate that Jinmi is dating Hendery or Ten, Taeyong and Sophia’s friendship gets questioned a lot as well, same with Mark and Sunmi. Hyejin hasn’t been in any dating rumours. 

[aspaceformyself]

Masterlist

Upside down

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Summary:  After a brief encounter with yuuri, a young artist in a local cafe, Namjoon finds himself bewitched by the intensity of the said experience and longs to meet her once more. But when fate lets them cross paths again, how will things spiral out for them?

Genre and Warnings: Romance, fluff and angst, angst, Mentions of sexual abuse, Past sexual abuse, description of panic attacks, Mental health issues, self esteem issues, emotional baggage, hurt and comfort, slow burn,  Soft kim Namjoon.

Chapters:  Prolouge, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

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Crossroads

A collab with my princess <3 @seoulsunshineandstories  <3

Pairing: Namjoon x OC, Jiyong(gdragon) x OC

Summary: What happens when you are at a point in your life where you need to change direction, but are uncertain of the road to take? Would you take a random road or would you wait for a sign? And what happens if at a bend of the path, you meet someone that seems at the same point as you, a traveller, needing the same change of direction as you? Would you choose to take that road together? What happens when you meet, at the crossroads?

Part 1 introducing Namjoon and Lilly

Part 2 introducing Jiyong and Miso