#They are no longer long distance boyfriends they're a long distance fiances

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My love Ji-oppa is enlisting tomorrow and i wanna cry im gonna miss him so much 😭😭😭❤❤❤❤ could you please do a scenario or HC's for jiyong x fem!reader where they're both dreading the separation and when he's talking to fans on stage at BB's last concert, he cries and talks to them about how much he's going to miss his sweetheart (she's backstage listening), then he makes the snap decision to propose to her (1)

And the other boys run and grab her to bring her on stage where GD just improvises and takes off one of his rings that he’s wearing and asks her properly to marry him in front of the while audience and the band so that whilst he’s away she has the distraction of planning the wedding? F L U F F and happiness and crying and supportive bigbang/fans cheering them on haha (2)

    You had been dreading this day.

    You knew it was coming; it happened to every male in Korea once they reached a certain age, and you knew Jiyong had been lucky with how long he had been able to hold it off for. But he couldn’t hold it off forever, and you knew you would have to accept that. 

    You hadn’t realised how difficult sitting backstage at his last concert would be. Your chest hurt, and you could barely stand to cheer him on, instead choosing to take perch on a large speaker that still gave you a good enough view of Big Bang performing to the thousands of people who had shown up tonight. Most of them held up signs cheering on Jiyong, telling him how much they were going to miss him, how much he meant to them. It was enough to make your tears start flowing, though you made a job of wiping them away.

    The songs played throughout the night, nostalgia coursing through you that you didn’t quite understand. You had been to almost every single one of his shows during this tour, hearing the same set list over and over again. There was no reason for the pull in your chest, no reason for the tears streaking down your face that didn’t seem to want to stop as you look at Jiyong bouncing around on stage; where he belonged.

    He was enlisting in a week. He was leaving for two years, leaving you behind to do his duty. You supposed it was better to get it over with, but it still didn’t dull the ache in your chest at the idea of getting home everyday to an empty house, knowing that he was no doubt running himself into the ground with exhaustion. You would have to cuddle into bed on your own, warm yourself up, make dinner for one. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was plain selfish to want him to stay just a little while longer, just to give you time.

    But no amount of time in the world could prepare you for him leaving. Not now. Not ever.

    You wiped your tears away as the show drew to a close. Bang Bang played over the speakers, and the boys performed it flawlessly. The crowd cheered and screamed as the music faded to a stop, but the lights in the arena stayed on.

    Jiyong wanted to say his farewell.

    You stood up for this. You couldn’t miss it. You walked to the edge of the stage, leaned against the curtain so you could get a better look at his face. His eyes were dim, barely illuminated by the spotlights swarming around him. He held the microphone tightly in his hand, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking the front of his grey shirt. You could see his hand trembling from the slight shake in the microphone, could hear the emotion racking his voice as he spoke.

    He said goodbye to the fans first of all, an emotional declaration of his love and appreciation for them, how grateful he was that they had not given up on him nor Big Bang in the years since their debut.

    And then it was the boys, and this was when the first few tears were shed by your boyfriend, and the other members as well. They all stood around him, listening intently to every word he spoke as if he was doing a reading from a holy book. He told his members how grateful he was, how much he loved them all, how much he missed them and how they had affected his life. 

    And then your name left his lips, and it was then that your knees nearly gave out.

     “My love, Y/N L/N,” choked out Jiyong. He turned to the audience as he spoke, though he knew you were watching him. “I don’t talk about her very often in front of fans because - because it’s hard to sometimes. I don’t want her getting hate or feeling like she has a reputation to live up to. But I can’t leave her today without saying something to you, Y/N.” He turned now, though his eyes didn’t meet yours. He ducked his head down to look at his shoes, awkwardly kicking at the polished floor of the stage as if he was in deep thought. “I love you so much. From the moment I met you, I knew I did. The way you’re so self less, the way you put others before yourself in almost every situation, the way you’ve stood by me all these years, through everything. Whenever I went through a bad stage of depression, you were there to tell me I was worth it and remind me that I have so many people rooting for me. Whenever we debuted, you were the first one to call me up to congratulate us, even though it was three am where you were - do you remember those days?”

    He let out a breathy laugh into the microphone. You smiled and looked to the floor as well, remembering the exact moments he was talking about.

    “When we were in a long distance relationship, remember? I used to call you up and you’d complain to me because it was five am where you were and it was the middle of the afternoon for us. But neither of us really cared, because we were talking to one another and that was all that mattered.

   “And then you moved to Korea again, and I realised then that I never want to see you leave me again.”

    His voice hitched suddenly. You looked up, not wanting to see him cry but not wanting to shy away from his emotions, either. He had yet to look up from the ground, though the tears glistening his tanned cheeks were so very prominent, the spot light showing no mercy. Daesung had his arm wrapped loosely around your boyfriends shoulders, laughing lightheartedly though tears of his own were staining his cheeks.

    And then Jiyong looked up, and you weren’t entirely sure if the stadium went quiet or if your hearing just become muffled as the world seemed to come to a halt around the two of you. He was looking at you now, eyes pouring into your own with an intensity he had never before given to you; perhaps it was the lights dazzling his dark irises, or perhaps he truly felt some form of intensity in this moment.

    You put your fist against your chest, a sign you two often made to one another as a way of reassuring them when words failed you.

    He did it back to you, before he pulled the microphone to his lips and said, in the softest voice you had ever heard him use, “Y/N L/N, I mean it. I never want to see you leave me again, which is why I’m about to do the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

    The crowds cheers picked up. The members shared concerned glances amongst each other, Daesung’s arm going stiff against Jiyong’s shoulder.

    Jiyong stepped out of his members embrace. “Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

    No, the stadium most certainly had not gone quiet. The fans were screaming, cheering, throwing their arms in the air and waving their signs like there was no tomorrow to worry about. 

    But you could still barely hear them. Your hand clenched the collar of your shirt as you stared at Jiyong in shock, feeling an overwhelming swelling in your chest that had you stumbling to the side in seconds.

    Seunghyun and Taeyang were across the stage in seconds, skipping and laughing when they reached you. Their arms wound around your own, dragging you onto the stage, bringing you closer and closer to the man you so desperately wanted to wrap in your embrace, but was currently too shocked to do so.

    Jiyong never took his teary eyes off of you as you stumbled onto the stage, pushed forward by both Seunghyun and Taeyang, who let go of you only whenever it Jiyong’s arms replacing their own. You gripped the sleeves of Jiyong’s jacket, as if checking he was real, he was in front of you, he had just asked you to marry him.

   He smiled down at you wearily, an anxious glint to his eyes. 

    And then he slid to one knee in front of you, and the crowd was screaming and the members were jumping up and down, waving their arms around frantically, but it was just you and Jiyong in this moment. Nobody else. No sea of fans, no screaming boys around you. 

    You looked down at him, bit your lip as he seemed to look around for something to give you before finally deciding to simply pull one of his own rings off of his fingers. He looked up at you and gave you another weak smile which you returned, tears streaking down your face at one thousand miles per hour and you couldn’t stop them even if you tried.

    “I’m sorry this was so sudden,” said Jiyong, no mic to his lips. The moment was purely between you two now. “But I don’t want to leave without making my feelings for you very, very clear. And it’ll be hard - we both know that. We can plan the wedding through - through letters or phone calls, or something like that, and have it when we’re together again. But I just - I want to do this before I go. I want to be able to call you my fiance whenever I’m walking around with the other cadets, Y/N. I want to know that you’ll be there for me whenever I come back, and that I have something to look forward to. I want you to say yes.”

     You inhaled deeply, trying so  hard not to sob. Your chest was caving in, your hands seeming to almost spark at your side with the need to hold him, feel his skin against yours.

    So that’s exactly what you initiated.  You reached down and grabbed his jaw, pulling him up. He grunted as his lips collided with yours, stumbling into you. His chest hit yours and he held his arms out above your head for only a second, holding the ring out at arms length before he was wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and kissing you back just as fiercely, as if he needed you now, as if the world didn’t exist and it was just you two, floating around all by yourselves and you didn’t even care.

    He ran one of his hands through your hair, pushing back the locks before he pulled away and let his lips rest against your jaw. His warm breath tickled your skin as he spoke, a gruff whisper.

    “Is that a yes?”

    You closed your eyes and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. The crowd screamed even louder as Jiyong laughed, twirled you around, holding you up with only one arm around your waist, the other still gripping his place-holder ring.

    “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot.”