#bigbang ot5

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 5)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: I told myself I'd rest tonight and not write but here we are. I also said I wouldn't ddrink but I did that too hahaha so enjoy I guess? I'll probably regret posting this in the morning. (As always, I'm using them as characters. I do not believe they are this way in real life) Watch me reread this in the morning and realize it's trash lol

summary: A vacation to Jeju island is a relieving break for most of you. Except Jiyong... (Idk why I even write summaries lol I suck at them.)

warnings: drunk editing and writing lol, language, smut, angst, Seungri is in this but he doesn't have a big part in the story, Jiyong being a dick kinda

wc: 3.2k+

A month later, life had settled into something that resembled normalcy. You and Seunghyun were still going strong, and work had never been better. Jiyong had slipped back into his usual rhythm, throwing his signature taunting jabs your way, his smirk sharp yet distant. You told yourself it was a good thing—that he was finally moving past it. That he had let you go.

And you were grateful for that.

Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

When you returned to the doctor, you didn’t hesitate. Birth control was non-negotiable. You refused to feel that kind of fear again—the heart-pounding, breath-stealing moment when you thought everything had changed. Still, a small, treacherous part of you had lingered on the idea of a future with Seunghyun. A family. A life. But you had locked those thoughts away, stuffing them into the back of your mind where they wouldn’t fester. Where they wouldn’t hurt.

You deserved this vacation. A chance to finally breathe, to let go. YG had planned an entire week-long getaway for BigBang and the staff to celebrate another successful year. Seven days in private villas on Jeju Island—sun, ocean, no stress. You were nothing but excited.

You had chosen to stay with Seunghyun, rather than with the girls, wanting to thank him for everything. For his patience. For his love. He had never been pushy—not after the abortion, not when you had shut yourself down for weeks, not when your smiles hadn’t quite reached your eyes. He had simply stayed, letting you come back to him in your own time.

And you had. Or at least, you were trying.

But Jiyong. Jiyong was a different story.

When you stepped onto the pristine sand, Seunghyun’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, a sharp gaze burned into your back. Jiyong’s.

“This is fucking amazing!” you cooed, eyes scanning the endless blue horizon. “What should we do first?!” The options sprawled in front of you—snorkeling, volleyball, drinks, a club, the ocean. It was overwhelming, but in the best way.

Seunghyun chuckled, nuzzling into your hair. “Let’s drop our stuff off first, then we can do whatever you want, baby.”

You turned to him, warmth bubbling in your chest at the way he carried both suitcases, your own completely forgotten. “EEEEEEP! I can’t wait to see the villa!”

Seunghyun’s laughter was soft, admiring, as he let you drag him forward.

Jiyong barely noticed the way his gaze followed you until Seungri’s palm clapped against his shoulder.

“Yeahhh, Hyung’s a lucky man,” Seungri murmured, watching the way your hips swayed, the way Seunghyun’s fingers dug possessively into your waist.

“Don’t look at her.” Jiyong’s voice was sharp, cutting him off and slamming the back of his hand into his chest.

Seungri winced, rubbing his chest where Jiyong had smacked him. But he didn’t argue, simply following his Hyung toward their shared villa.

-

You stepped onto the balcony, taking in the scenery around you. The salt in the air, the waves crashing against the sand. You were in paradise.

“What do you think, Jagi?” Seunghyun’s arms snaked around your waist, grounding you.

“This is unreal,” you admitted, melting into his embrace.

His lips pressed gently to your hair, lingering. “Can’t wait to spend this week with you.”

You turned in his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck, looking up at him—at the man who had loved you through every storm. “I love you.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips met yours, soft at first, then deeper, desperate.

“I love you… so much…” he whispered against your mouth. His hands traced slow patterns over your hips, thumbs dipping beneath the fabric of your dress. “Y’look so pretty in the sun…”

A breath hitched in your throat. You wanted him. Needed him. But the sun was still high, and there was still dinner to attend.

Reluctantly, you pressed your palms against his chest, pushing him back just enough to break the moment. “We should get ready for dinner…”

His lips were slightly swollen, his eyes dark with something unreadable. But he nodded, taking a step back, running a hand through his hair as he composed himself.

You hesitated.

“Babe?”

He turned to you, brow lifting.

“Tonight?” you asked, voice teasing, but the invitation was clear.

Seunghyun grinned. Before you could react, he scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder, his grip firm on your thighs.

Your giggle rang out through the villa, light and free.

For the first time in months, you almost believed it.

Almost.

But outside, beyond the villa’s glass walls, standing at the shoreline with a cigarette between his lips, Jiyong watched.

And he still wasn’t moving past it.

-

The warm evening breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean as you and Seunghyun made your way down the moonlit beach. The silk of your sundress clung to your skin, shifting with every step as the fabric danced in the wind. His strong hand rested low on your hip, fingers tracing delicate circles through the thin fabric.

The sand was soft beneath your bare feet, and the rhythmic sound of the waves felt like a melody meant just for the two of you. Your long waves cascaded down your back, catching in the ocean breeze, golden strands glowing under the lantern lights that led to the dining area.

Jiyong sat in the distance, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, the ember flaring with every deep drag. But his focus wasn’t on the ocean, nor the stars scattered across the sky.

It was on you.

His mind betrayed him, dragging him back to the nights he had you trembling beneath him, your body arching as he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back to mark the delicate column of your throat. He could still hear your breathless moans, the soft whimpers you let out when he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you open, filling you completely.

God, he could almost feel you even now.

He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.

Because now, you weren’t his.

Now, Seunghyun was the one whispering in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin, his palm resting dangerously close to the curve of your ass. Seunghyun was the one earning that sweet little smile of yours—the one Jiyong used to chase.

He swallowed down the bitterness clawing up his throat and took his seat at the table. Directly across from you. He swallowed his pride.

Because as much as he wanted to take you right there in the sand, to remind you exactly how he used to fuck you so deep you forgot anyone else existed—he couldn't.

Because his best friend looked at you like you were his whole world.

And Jiyong couldn’t take that from him.

-

Dinner passed in a blur of laughter, drinks, and idle chatter. But Jiyong barely heard any of it. Not when Seunghyun’s hand slid higher on your thigh, his fingers disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress. Not when you leaned into his touch, the corners of your lips lifting just slightly as you nibbled your bottom lip.

Jiyong clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his drink. He forced himself to look away, to strike up a meaningless conversation with Seungri. Anything to distract himself.

But then—

“I love you too…”

Your voice was soft, but Jiyong heard it like a fucking gunshot.

His fingers twitched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t react.

Not on the outside. Inside, though? Inside, something snapped.

-

By the time dinner was over, your need for Seunghyun had reached a fever pitch. You barely made it back to the villa before your hands were on him, your lips crashing together in a desperate, feverish kiss.

The door shut behind you with a click, but you barely noticed.

Your fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head as his hands roamed your body, cupping your ass, squeezing your thighs, gripping you like he wanted to leave bruises.

The ocean breeze rolled in through the open porch doors, cool air ghosting over your flushed skin as Seunghyun backed you toward the bed.

His mouth was hot against your throat, nipping, licking, teasing. His hands made quick work of your dress, sliding the straps down your shoulders, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

You were already soaked, aching.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, his fingers trailing between your legs, teasing the damp fabric of your panties. “You sure?”

You hummed, pressing a kiss against his jaw before stepping back. A playful smirk curled your lips as you pushed him onto the bed.

“Lay down,” you whispered.

His eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he obeyed.

Your fingers worked quickly, unzipping his pants, yanking them down until his cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking precum.

You licked your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so big…” you murmured before taking him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his swollen tip, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue.

Seunghyun groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, his fingers tangling into your hair as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Shit—baby—you—gah—” His voice was wrecked, strangled, his hips bucking ever so slightly as you swallowed around him.

His grip tightened, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he watched you take him, your nails digging into his thighs, urging him to let go.

And when he did—when his hot release spilled down your throat—you moaned, swallowing every last drop before pulling back with a soft pop.

Seunghyun’s chest heaved, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at you—on your knees, his cum dripping from the corner of your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, already hard again. “Come here.”

You obeyed instantly, crawling up his body, pressing your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“You took your pill, right?” he murmured, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“Mhmm.” You smirked, shifting so your soaked core rubbed against his cock. “I’m ready, Daddy. Fuck me…”

Seunghyun cursed, flipping you onto your back before positioning himself at your entrance. He guided you down onto him, stretching you inch by inch until you were completely full.

“Ah, fuck!” you gasped, your nails digging into his arms as your walls clenched around him.

“You okay, baby?” he rasped, voice strained, barely holding back from thrusting into you.

You nodded, adjusting, rolling your hips experimentally. The stretch burned—but god, it felt so fucking good.

“So big…” you whimpered.

Seunghyun groaned, grabbing your hips, rocking you against him, helping you move.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

All you could do was moan, barely able to form words. You were already a fucking mess.

“Fuck me, Seunghyun,” you finally panted, desperate.

That was all he needed.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest before thrusting up into you, hard and deep.

Your cries filled the villa, high-pitched and breathless, your fingers digging into his back as he fucked you relentlessly.

But what you didn’t know—

Was that Jiyong could hear you.

And see you.

From the beach, he sat in the perfect spot, half-hidden by the trees. The doors were open. The lights were on.

And there you were.

His best friend’s girl.

Getting fucked senseless.

By him.

Jiyong’s jaw tightened as he dragged a hand over his mouth. His cock throbbed against his jeans, aching.

Those pretty whimpers—he remembered them too well. The way your walls fluttered around him when he pushed you to the edge. The way you trembled when he whispered filthy things in your ear, coaxing you into another orgasm.

God, he missed it.

His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palm as he forced himself to look away.

But the moment he heard you cry out in pleasure, finally reaching your high.  He knew that sound all too well. His control finally snapped.

He stubbed out his cigarette, pushing to his feet.

“Seungri,” he called, walking past the bonfire where his bandmates were gathered.

“Yeah, hyung?”

“Let’s go.”

Seungri blinked. “Go where?”

Jiyong’s expression was unreadable.

“To the club,” he muttered, his voice low, dangerous.

“Hyung, are you—”

“Let’s go,” Jiyong cut in.

And just like that, he disappeared into the night, the bass of the club calling him toward anything that would make him forget, Seungri following close behind him.

“Hyung, what happened?” Seungri slung an arm around Jiyong’s shoulders, his voice teetering between genuine concern and drunken curiosity. “Was it Y/n?”

Jiyong’s jaw clenched. “Shut up, Vi.” His voice was rough, laced with something dangerously close to pain.

Seungri knew better than to push. “Okay. Let’s get some alcohol in you.”

Jiyong didn’t argue.

The club was packed, pulsating with bodies, flashing lights, and the heavy bass of music that vibrated through the floor. The second they stepped inside, they were swallowed by the attention—swarms of women pressing against them, men watching from the sidelines with envy. Jiyong smirked, letting himself get lost in it.

This was who he was. G-Dragon. The icon. The king. The untouchable.

And for a moment, the ache inside him dulled under the weight of cheap validation.

Fans bought him shots, eager hands reached for him, and he let them. He let the alcohol burn down his throat, let himself be pulled onto the dance floor, let soft fingers trail over his skin. The scent of expensive perfume filled his lungs, the heat of bodies grinding against him, the hum of admiration—it was all familiar, all comforting.

For a while, it worked. He almost forgot about you.

Almost.

Until she appeared.

A girl—bright-eyed, breathless, her hands nervously fidgeting as she approached.

“Jiyong, can I—”

Fuck. His breath caught in his throat. She looked just like you.

The same soft waves in her hair, the same tilt of her chin, the same big, doe-like eyes that he had once memorized every detail of.

For a split second, his heart clenched.

And then, without thinking, he cut her off.

“You wanna come back to my place?” The words left his lips before he could regret them.

Her eyes widened, then sparkled with excitement. “I—yes!”

He threw an arm around her shoulders, steadying himself as the alcohol swam in his bloodstream. Before leaving, he cast one last glance toward the corner where Seungri was sitting comfortably, girls draped over him like ornaments.

Jiyong lifted his hand in a mock salute.

Seungri barely had time to raise a questioning brow before Jiyong was already stumbling out of the club with his makeshift version of you.

-

The walk back to the villa was unbearable.

She talked too much. Her voice was too high, too eager.

But Jiyong bit his tongue, letting the illusion settle. Letting himself pretend that the words spilling from her lips were yours.

For a fleeting second, he could almost imagine you scolding him, snapping at him for being reckless, for drinking too much, for dragging another random girl back with him like he hadn’t already been ruined by someone else.

That’s what really got him going.

That’s what made him grip her wrist a little tighter, pull her along a little faster.

Finally, he swiped his key card, the villa door swinging open as he all but stumbled inside.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a tinge of concern in her voice.

He exhaled sharply, blinking at her. He hated how wrong she sounded.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he muttered. Then, bluntly, “Do you wanna fuck around?”

Her breath hitched. “Oh my god… I get to fuck G-Dragon…”

He winced. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“God, shut up. Just come here.”

She obeyed instantly, falling to her knees in front of him.

His hands worked quickly, shoving his jeans down his hips. His cock was barely hard, his body fighting against him because she wasn’t you.

She hesitated only for a second before wrapping her lips around him, warm and wet.

Jiyong gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes.

He imagined your lips—so soft, so eager, the way you would look up at him through your lashes, that innocent yet filthy gleam in your eyes. He remembered the way you used to hollow your cheeks, the way you’d moan softly just to tease him, the way you’d take him all the way down until he couldn’t think straight.

He curled his fingers into her hair, gripping just tightly enough to push her deeper. She gagged slightly, but he didn’t care.

He wasn’t here for her.

His mind was a whirlwind of memories—your pretty whimpers, your swollen lips, your breath hitching as he whispered filthy things into your ear.

“God, fuck yes…” he groaned, his grip tightening as his cock finally hardened in her mouth.

But it still wasn’t enough. He needed more. He yanked her off him suddenly, barely looking at her.

“Do you want to fuck?” he asked, voice void of emotion.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please…”

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

She scrambled to obey.

Jiyong turned toward the bedside table, grabbing his wallet. His fingers found the condom he kept tucked inside, his mind screaming at him—this isn’t her. This isn’t her. This isn’t her.

But if he let himself think about it for too long, he might lose this fragile illusion.

He rolled the condom on, positioning himself behind her.

And then—

He pushed in.

The sound she let out made him cringe.

Too high-pitched. Too fake. Too not you.

His stomach twisted.

His hand shot forward, covering her mouth before she could make another noise.

“Shhh.” His voice was a warning. A plea.

She muffled something against his palm, but he didn’t hear her. He was already far away—back inside his mind, back inside his memories.

His thoughts betrayed him, flashing with images of you tangled beneath him, moaning his name, dragging your nails down his back as he fucked you raw.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clinging to the image of you earlier that night—the way you had sounded, the way you had looked, getting fucked by Seunghyun like he was the only man in the world.

It should’ve been him.

“Fuck, Y/n…” The name left his lips in a groan, before he could stop it.

The girl stiffened beneath him.

“I’m not—” she started.

“Shut up,” he snapped.

And then, with a few more desperate thrusts, it was over.

Jiyong pulled out quickly, his chest heaving, his head a fucking mess.

He barely looked at her as he sat at the edge of the bed, running a hand through his damp hair.

“I didn’t even cum!” she whined, exasperated.

“I don’t care,” Jiyong bit out, his tone ice-cold.

She scoffed, gathering her things in a huff before stomping out of the villa.

The second the door slammed behind her, Jiyong exhaled sharply.

He ripped the condom off, tossing it into the trash.

Then, without another thought, he made his way to the bathroom.

He flipped on the shower. Running warm by the time he stepped in.

He pressed his palms against the cool tile, letting the water scald his skin, his head hanging forward.

No matter how hard he scrubbed, how hot the water ran—

He couldn’t wash you off of him.

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[g-division]

Jiyong, Daesung, Youngbae and his lovely wife Hyorin 💕 How special moments✨ I want to see Seunghyun too🥺..

[topsodapop]

x

[txt2in]

I need more friends that like kpop soo heres my list

Stray kids

Aespa

BigBang

TXT

LISA

New jeans

ROSÉ

Pls be my friend :3

🌼

[richard1bb]

This man is so fine 🤭

[inkats]

🧍<- pinterest showed him lots of jaejoong images + then he found out moonbyul was on his show and then dino and ateez and now hes just watching jaefriends and oh their music was good and...

[jedisupernova]

*ੈ₊˚ the stars lighting my constellation *ੈ₊˚

galaxies grow with time, so this list is subject to change

star wars

anakin luke obi-wan kenobi poe dameron kylo ren/ben solo cassian andor din djarin

the lord of the rings

frodo aragorn legolas

k-idols

bts ot7 txt ot5 enhypen hyung line bigbang gdragon, top, daesung stray kids ot8

squid game

subong (thanos) gihun daeho sangwoo

[loveesiren]

Hi lovely. Hope youre having a great weekend. I had short question. I love your writing and was wondering if you do requests? If so could I ask for one where y/n meets GD's cats for the first time. Theyre both nervous but it goes great.

If not, sorry for asking

Have a great rest of your weekend<3

Ｚｏａ'ｓ Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ

a/n: Oh my sweet angel, if only you knew the creativity this request sparked for me!! I even had to add some SMAU to it! Thank you so much for sending me the cutest request! I hope I did it justice!

Also, I just got a new phone and all my fake social apps got deleted so sorry if they're wack lol

synopsis: Jiyong finally decides that the girl he's been dating should meet his precious babies, and he's blown away by the result.

warnings: FLUFFFF, alochol, language, very light mention of sex, still SFW

wc: 3.2k+

Soft music filled the car as you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, your stomach twisting with nerves. The GPS on your phone read you were five minutes away, and suddenly, the reality of where you were going sank in deeper.

You and Jiyong had been officially together for two months, though the pull between you had been there long before. Late-night texts that stretched until morning, goofy pictures exchanged on Snapchat, secret moments stolen at his shows. But privacy mattered—to both of you. Being in the public eye made everything more complicated, so you took your time, let things unfold naturally. And you liked it that way.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he had invited you to his home.

It was a big step, one that spoke volumes. Jiyong was careful about his personal space, rarely letting people in. More often than not, he preferred to meet somewhere neutral or come over to your place instead. His past had taught him to be guarded, to protect the things he held closest. That included his home. That included his cats.

Princess Zoa and Iye weren’t just pets to him; they were family. And the fact that he was willing to introduce you to them—on their turf—meant more than words could.

You exhaled sharply as you pulled up to his building, quickly sending him a text to let him know you’d arrived. Within moments, your phone buzzed, and you saw his response:

Come up. Already called it in. Park next to me.

Of course, his building had top-tier security. Nothing less was expected.

You found his spot and eased your car into place beside his, gripping your bag as you took a couple of steadying breaths. Just as you turned to get out—

"Ahh!" You yelped, heart slamming against your ribs.

Jiyong stood outside your window, a smug grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for making you jump.

"You’re a dick!" you huffed as he opened the door for you, still chuckling.

“Mmm, sorry,” he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. His hands found your waist, pulling you in effortlessly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Missed you.”

Your fingers curled into his hoodie as you smiled. “Missed you too, JiJi. I’m really excited you invited me over.”

He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath, his lips quirking up in a nervous smile. “I just... trust you.” His voice was quieter now, more serious. “I want to share this part of me with you.”

That made your heart do an embarrassing little flip. You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a grin. You were head over heels for this man.

"Come on," he said, grabbing your bag from the car before lacing his fingers through yours. "Let's go."

Inside the elevator, he swiped a key card, granting access to the penthouse suite. A comfortable silence settled between you as the numbers climbed, Jiyong absentmindedly toying with the ends of one of your long braids.

When the doors finally slid open, he led you down the hall to his front door. He hesitated, scratching the back of his head.

"Uhh… it’s been a while since I’ve had someone… new over,” he admitted.

You squeezed his hand gently. “As long as you want me here, Ji, that’s all that matters.”

“I do!” he said quickly. Then, after a beat, “Zoa and Iye might be a little nervous, though…”

You chuckled. “That’s okay. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he bit his lip. God, he was adorable.

“Okay,” he breathed, then unlocked the door, pulling you inside.

Your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings. You had seen glimpses of his place through Snapchats before, but nothing prepared you for seeing it in person. It was an effortless blend of artistic chaos and meticulous minimalism—every piece carefully curated, every detail intentional. The sleek furniture, the carefully arranged artwork, the shelves lined with vinyls and rare collectibles. It was stunning.

“Damn,” you muttered, turning in slow circles. “You really put my place to shame.”

Jiyong laughed as he placed your bag on the couch. “I like your place,” he said. “It’s homey.”

"Ji, I had no idea you were this clean and organized.” You teased.

"I’m not," he admitted with a smirk. "The cleaners came this morning. Gabriella has been cleaning up my messes for years. Bless her heart.”

You shook your head, grinning as he sauntered toward you, fingers grazing your exposed hip, playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.

“Can I get you a drink?” he murmured, his smirk deepening.

"Please," you teased, matching his energy.

He led you toward the kitchen, rambling about drinks and dinner. But before he could finish his sentence, a soft brush of fur against your leg made you pause.

“Hi, Princess Zoa!” you cooed, crouching down as the elegant gray cat moved gracefully around you, rubbing her face against your outstretched hand.

Jiyong blinked. “No way. She was hiding before you got here…”

You beamed, gently scratching behind her ears. “She’s so sweet! I love her already.”

And just like that, the tension in Jiyong’s shoulders eased. His lips curled into something soft, something real.

Yeah. This was a big step. And it felt right.

Jiyong handed you a drink—a simple vodka soda, but he knew it was your favorite. That small detail alone made your chest tighten in the best way. You took slow sips as you followed him through his home, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling over you like a warm blanket.

He showed you everything. His personal recording studio, where half-finished lyrics and melodies lived. The spare bedrooms, each one somehow still curated with his impeccable taste. The breathtaking view from the balcony, where the city stretched out endlessly beneath you, glittering like a dream. And finally—his bedroom.

This was your favorite.

His presence was everywhere in this space, woven into every little detail. The artwork, a mix of chaotic genius and sentimental treasures. Clothes draped over the back of a chair, half-folded laundry on the bed—tangible proof that he lived here, existed here. His knick-knacks, collected from different parts of his life, told a story only he could tell. It was personal. It was beautiful.

Something on his bedside table caught your eye, drawing you closer. A photo. A small, colorful rock. You picked them up, curiosity humming in your chest.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning the photo over in your hands.

Jiyong chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s, uh… a picture Daesung took of us. From that beach party a few months back.”

The moment flooded back instantly. That warm summer night, the waves crashing in the distance, music thrumming through the air. You and Jiyong, tipsy and tangled in laughter, dancing with the kind of reckless abandon only a new connection could bring. You’d forgotten Daesung had been running around with a camera, documenting the night in blurry snapshots of joy.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as your thumb brushed over the image. That night was when it had really started for you—the way Jiyong had held you close, how he never stopped making you laugh, how gentle he was even in the midst of chaos.

You glanced at the small rock in your other hand. “And this?”

Jiyong grinned, taking it from you, rolling it between his fingers like it was something precious. Because it was, to him. “This, my dear, is the first gift you ever gave me.”

You blinked. “It is?”

“Mmhmm.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Remember that time you called me drunk, asking if I could pick you up? You got in my car, all excited because you found a rock that ‘matched my hair.’” He mimicked your voice playfully. “You put it on my dashboard, declared it a masterpiece, and passed out before I even made it to your street.”

Your face heated. “Oh my god.” You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “Jiyong… you kept my drunk gift?”

“Of course.” His voice softened. “I have it in my pocket at every show. It’s my good luck charm.”

Your heart swelled, emotions tangling in your throat as you looked up at him. “You really are the kindest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He smiled, that soft, intimate kind of smile that made your stomach flip. “Can’t help it with you…”

His lips met yours, slow and sure, his hands finding your waist and pushing you toward the bed. Your back hit the mattress as his lips traced along your jaw, down the curve of your neck, making warmth pool in your stomach. You tangled your fingers in his hoodie, pulling him closer—

A sharp bap landed right on Jiyong’s head.

“Ow, Zoa!” he yelped, rubbing the spot where his beloved cat had just smacked him.

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Zoa hopped onto your lap, settling comfortably. 

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Jiyong shot you a mock glare, eyes twinkling with amusement. He sat up as Zoa curled into a loaf on your stomach, kneading at your shirt like she had claimed you for herself. “Did my cat just cockblock me?”

“Shhh, don’t say those words in front of the baby!” you scolded, scratching behind Zoa’s ears.

Jiyong scoffed. “Wow. Okay. I’ll just fuck off then.” He stood dramatically, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you carefully moved Zoa to the side, hopping off the bed to chase after him, the cat trotting behind you.

“Hmmm, later, Oppa,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Let’s watch our show.”

He sighed dramatically but smiled as he turned in your arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Fine.”

The two of you curled up on the couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs as Breaking Bad flickered onto the screen. Jiyong’s hand rested on your thigh under the blanket, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin.

Zoa stretched out across your lap, already fast asleep, and moments later, a soft meow announced the arrival of another visitor.

“Iye!” Jiyong grinned, patting his lap. The sleek gray cat hesitated before slowly making her way over, her small paws pressing into his legs as she perched there, still wary of you.

She craned her neck, sniffing at your arm cautiously before pulling back.

“Hi, Iye,” you murmured, keeping your voice gentle. You let her come to you, holding out your hand for her to investigate. She gave a single curious sniff before rubbing her face against your fingers—just once—then retreating back to Jiyong’s lap.

“At least you still love me, huh?” he cooed, scratching under her chin.

Iye kept sneaking glances at you as the show played, inching ever so slightly closer with each passing minute.

Jiyong leaned against your shoulder, exhaling a long drag from his vape as he glanced toward the window. The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, painting the city in soft gold.

“You hungry, babe? I can start dinner.”

You stretched, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Mmm. What’re we having?”

“Lobster,” he said casually.

Your head snapped toward him. “Lobster?” You scoffed. “Jiyong, how fancy. I should’ve worn a cocktail dress.”

“As much as I’d love that, Jagi,” he mused, standing up, “nothing beats sitting on my couch in pajamas with my gorgeous girlfriend, eating lobster with no judgment. We can be as messy as we want.”

You leaned against the couch, watching him with a warmth spreading through your chest.

“God, I love you…” you murmured, without thinking.

Jiyong froze mid-step, turning sharply to face you, his expression unreadable.

“What did you just say?”

Your eyes widened. “Shit, I mean—” You stammered, face heating. “Ah, fuck.”

“No, no, don’t take it back.” He crossed the room in seconds, dropping onto the couch beside you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours. “Say it again.”

Your heart pounded. “I said… I love you.”

His lips crashed against yours, deep and urgent, a raw kind of emotion surging between you. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you, too.”

You let out a breathy laugh, shy but filled with absolute joy.

Jiyong grinned, standing abruptly. “Okay, I’m gonna go make you the best dinner ever. Because I fucking love you and you fucking deserve it.”

You laughed as he dashed toward the kitchen, grabbing your phone with trembling fingers to text your friends.

Laughter echoed through the kitchen as you and Jiyong moved in perfect sync, playfully bumping into each other while prepping dinner. The rich aroma of butter and garlic filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of freshly squeezed lemon. His two cats sat perched on the counter, their sharp eyes tracking every movement, their tails flicking lazily as if silently judging your cooking skills.

“Babe, they’re totally waiting for us to drop something,” you giggled, nudging Jiyong as he reached for another ingredient.

“They’re opportunists,” he scoffed, turning to Zoa. “Aren’t you, Princess? You’re not slick.”

The gray cat blinked at him, unimpressed, before returning to watching your every move.

The two of you tossed back shots between chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food. Each time the tequila burned your throat, Jiyong was there with a teasing smirk, leaning in to steal a quick, lingering kiss that tasted of citrus and salt. You felt light, the alcohol buzzing in your veins, but it wasn’t just that—it was him. This moment. This feeling of being completely and utterly alive.

“Voila!” Jiyong announced dramatically, placing the finished dish on the counter with a flourish. His grin was downright giddy, like a little kid proud of his creation.

You clapped your hands together, eyes lighting up as you took in the masterpiece before you. “Holy shit, babe. This looks amazing.”

Jiyong preened under your praise, already reaching for a piece of lobster and popping it into his mouth.

“Should we sit at the table?” you asked, glancing toward the neatly set dining area.

“Fuck no,” he said through a mouthful of food. “Couch. Show. Now.”

You giggled, warmth blooming in your chest. You had finally found someone who matched your energy—who understood the joy of ignoring formalities in favor of what truly mattered.

Plates in hand, you both made your way back to the couch, curling up under the softest blanket as Breaking Bad resumed on the screen. Every so often, Jiyong would feed you a bite, and you'd do the same for him, laughing when he dramatically moaned about how good it was. The alcohol settled over you like a warm embrace, your limbs heavy, your mind blissfully light.

At the edge of the couch, Zoa and Iye sat patiently, their eyes fixed on the two of you, hoping for a dropped morsel.

“Sorry, ladies,” you teased, waving a lobster claw in front of them. “This one’s all ours.”

Jiyong chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, his scent a mixture of cologne, blueberry vape juice, and something inherently him. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling completely and utterly at home.

It hit you then—how much you loved him. How he wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. The person you could be unapologetically yourself around. No pretense, no walls. Just laughter, love, and this perfect, ordinary, extraordinary moment.

By the time dinner was finished, the two of you had knocked back a few more shots, and your bodies had melted further into the cushions. The warmth of the alcohol, the lull of the TV, and Jiyong’s steady breathing made your eyelids heavy. Even the cats had settled into slumber, Zoa curled up at your feet while Iye stretched out on the back of the couch.

Jiyong shifted beside you, his lips grazing your temple as he whispered, “Can we finish the show in my room?”

You hummed in agreement, unable to form words in your sleepy haze.

With an exaggerated groan, Jiyong forced himself up, stumbling slightly before pulling you to your feet. The two of you giggled as you made your way to the bedroom, tripping over each other’s steps, hands wandering, lips meeting between bursts of laughter.

As soon as you passed the threshold of the bedroom door, it was a tangle of limbs, clothing being shed in lazy, drunken movements, laughter giving way to slow, heated kisses.

Jiyong took his time with you, his hands mapping the curves of your body like he was committing you to memory. Every touch was reverent, every kiss deep and lingering. The world outside ceased to exist—the only thing that mattered was this, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way your bodies fit together like a puzzle that had finally found its missing piece.

There were moments of whispered confessions between soft moans, giggles breaking the tension as you both found yourselves too tipsy to be completely coordinated. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was that he was here, with you, holding you like you were the best thing he had ever known.

Because to him, you are.

Afterward, tangled in the sheets, Jiyong pulled you close, his arms securing you against him as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.

“G’night, JiJi,” you murmured sleepily.

He hummed against your skin, his lips still brushing over you. “Night, baby girl.”

Within moments, sleep claimed you both.

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Jiyong was the first to wake.

A groggy groan left his lips as he scrubbed a hand over his face, his body still heavy with sleep. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the room.

When he turned over, his breath caught.

You were still fast asleep, your hair spilling across the white sheets, your lips slightly parted as the softest snores escaped.

Nestled under your arm, Zoa was curled into the smallest ball, her tiny frame rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

Jiyong felt his heart clench.

He had never been a morning person, but waking up to this? To you? He could get used to that.

A quiet meow pulled his attention, and he shifted his gaze to Iye, who sat perched on the pillow beside your head. The slender cat stretched lazily, then turned to look at him.

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he whispered, as if Iye would actually respond.

The cat let out a soft chirp, then glanced at you.

And then, in the smallest of gestures, she leaned forward and rubbed her face against your cheek before settling back down.

Jiyong blinked.

That was it. That was the moment.

He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Iye, his most reserved, most particular baby, had just given you her silent approval.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, his gaze drifting back to you.

The love that swelled in his chest was almost too much.

He reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

And in that moment, with the sun painting you in gold, his cats nestled around you, and his heart feeling fuller than it ever had—Jiyong knew.

He had found his forever.

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[lonewolflink]

hey author! really liking WSC. I was wondering how did you get into itzy? there doesn't seem to be a lot of midzy writers, we need more like you!

hi anon! glad you're enjoying wsc :)

tbh i got into itzy sort of by chance/randomly? bit of a long/weird story lol...

i've listened to kpop on and off for a long time but never really Got Into It in a stan way (when i was in college i definitely had (and still have) a ton of blackpink on my gym playlist, and i always really liked mamamoo, but i wasn't really paying attention to kpop culture at all or any content beyond the music itself). probably the closest i ever got was bigbang, and that was only because of my massive crush on taeyang :P

i'm in the last year of my phd program right now (if i'm able to finish my dissertation by the end of june, i'll defend and graduate in july! dr. link!!), and from what i saw in my time in grad school i knew the last year basically drove every phd student completely insane.

instead of trying to curb that insanity by becoming a mildly functional alcoholic or smoking too much weed i basically decided i'd funnel that insanity into FINALLY trying to understand kpop beyond casually listening to it, like understand the culture and the standom and the whole thing.

i knew i needed to pick a group to stan in order to do that, and i didn't want it to be blackpink even though i like them, since they release music so rarely (lol). so i was like ok you know what i haven't really listened to any kpop after 3rd gen. lemme see what 4th gen has to offer!

none of the 4th gen boy groups really caught my interest in a serious way (though i do really like some songs by stray kids and enhypen), so i turned to 4th gen gg. and like. holy shit 4th gen is literally the girl group golden age???

i was sort of listening around to some of the different 4th gen gg and really enjoying them, trying to find the right one for me, and then itzy's none of my business mv came up on my recommended on youtube, and i'd seen their name around. i clicked and...well. i was hooked.

i watched a bunch of the classic mvs (dalla dalla, wannabe, mafia), that one clip of lia singing can't take my eyes off of you, and like one compilation of OT5 being silly and chaotic. after that it was game over, i knew i'd found my group.

(and also i kinda love an underdog story; i think itzy's supposed "fall off" has been greatly exaggerated and with the overhaul of div 2 employees (...hopefully the marketing team) i am curious to see if they can recapture the 4th gen gg crown)

i wasn't at all expecting to write fic, tbh, especially not for a kpop group! i've actually never done it before, except maybe once when i was 13 and then immediately regretted it because i was bad at it lol. but in one of the most stressful years of my life, it became a really nice creative outlet for me, especially because i don't really have anyone irl to talk to when it comes to kpop and itzy.

in general, i've found midzys to be such a warm, welcoming group, at least here on tumblr and in the comment section on AO3 (i try to stay off twitter as much as possible).

and i didn't realize initially when i first stanned itzy, but turns out the whole jyp fam is really awesome! obviously the company has its issues, like any kpop company, but in general the jyp Vibes are really fun, and i've enjoyed listening more and learning about twice, skz, nmixx, etc.!

since my original goal (i guess?) was to understand the world of kpop, itzy ended up being the perfect group because, well. they have done almost every sub-genre of kpop at some point. they really can do it all! and as a group they've been on top, they've had their name raked through the mud, they've had a member on hiatus (...literally announced right after i decided to stan, RIP), been in a big transition period...

yeah man idk. it's been so interesting and fun to follow their journey, learn a lot about the kpop machine, do some really fun creative writing, give in to the insanity of being a stan, and listen to some really great music along the way. :)

anyway that's how we got here! sorry for the long-winded answer hahaha i guess i could've just said "last year of my phd program, went insane, instead of becoming addicted to drugs or alcohol i decided to become a kpop addict and my drug of choice is itzy" :P

[topsodapop]

x

[columbineyaoi]

love is in the air again 💞

maja/vicky-t (cobra starship)

this is a golden pairing at this point.

axl/slash (guns n roses)

wattpadcore.

joey and johnny ramone (the ramones)

enemies to lovers.

baekhyun/chanyeol (exo)

the founding fathers of omegaverse.

josh farro/hayley williams (paramore)

now you remember joshayley.

ot5 cobra starship

only 90s kids lived through this (none of you guys)

lyn-z (mindless self indulgence)/jamia

this was nana for mentally ill middle schoolers.

gerard/frank (my chemical romance)

embrace tradition (mladysailing) reject modernity (any other frerardie truther)

g-dragon/seungri (bigbang)

i can't believe seungri cheated on gd with those poor ladies. jail time (oh wait)

kirk/lars (metallica)

The Curious And "Sensual" First Meeting between Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett.

bam margera/ville valo

guys bring my family back.

hiroki kamijou/nowaki kusama (junjou egoist)

what i like about this paring is that it's not the typical dynamic of an abusive seme and a submissive uke that used to be the norm in og bls. ukes should #empower themselves like hiroki.......

laura/massimo (365 dni)

this garbage trilogy reminds me of any og bl/og fanfictions that have og bls as a reference so i feel amusement for it.

hanbin/lee hi

i used to like it back in the win days and i had no idea they are married now (i mean i actually have no idea if they really are and i don't care enough)

taehyun/mino

if you ever shipped namsong after 2016 you are a failure.

lucas/tavares

honestly i'm just supporting my local emos.

park bom (2NE1)/t.o.p (bigbang)

creepy dude and ditzy girl are better as friends tbh #fuckygentduo

quinn/bert (the used)

this is a generation defining pic.

billie eilish/y/n (not olivia rodrigo)

i put my brown messy hair into a bun as i walked downstairs. it was my sixteenth birthday. my mother was selling me to my new owner. when i reached the bottom of the stairs, i saw a tall, young handsome man. “olivia, meet your new owner, billie eyelash”

[richard1bb]

Why can't i stop this obsession for speed up songs 😢😢

[kwonjiyong-king-of-kpop]

@xxxibgdrgn IG story [23February2023]

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@peaceminusonedotcom @peaceminusone @chanelofficial

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#kingofkpop #gdragonbaby

#xxxibgdrgn #peaceminusone #ot5

#p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶m̶i̶n̶u̶s̶o̶n̶e̶ #bigbanggd #bigbang #gdragonfashion #bigbanggdragon #bigbang👑 #gdragon #vip #gdragonstyle #gdragonbigbang #gdfashion #권지용 #권지용바람처럼자유롭게 #권지용_바람처럼_자유롭게 #권지용사랑해요💕 #권지용동영배최승현강대성이승현vip우린빅뱅 #권지용818 #지디 #クォンジヨン🐲 #クォンジヨン #kwonjiyong #king_of_kpop #one_of_a_kind_gd👑 #one_of_a_kind_gd #kwonjiyongbigbang

[thanosscross]

the amount of ot5 vips on this website is so crazy... i'm so glad i could find another rational ot4 on here. you're literally carrying this fanbase on your back

You’re so sweet!! Thank you! <333 I’ll always be Ot4 all the way, in my eyes BigBang will always and forever be Ji-Yong, Dae-Sung, Tae-Yang and TOP <3

[drinkinstars]

Hi, Dari! 👋

I'm a new follower hehe. Your blog seems interesting and fun! I wonder if I can ask for a Big 6 MTL too? I was born on July 8th, 1998 👀 Here's my placement~

• Rising: Virgo

• Sun: Cancer 11th

• Moon: Sag 4th

• Mercury: Leo 12th

• Venus: Gemini 10th

• Mars: Cancer 10th

Is it ok to ask for ATEEZ and SKZ? Thank you in advance! Have a nice day ✨️🌈

@cheesenutellasoftwaffle

ATEEZ

Most🥰💋

Wooyoung

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

More than 80%

San

Mingi

Yeosang

More than 40%

Jongho

Yunho

Least🫵🏻🚫

SKZ

Most🫦🫀

Minho

Woojin

Seungmin

More than 70%

Felix

Changbin

Jisung

More than 40%

Jeongin

Bangchan

Hyunjin

Least🗣️🔇

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I add it there since I have the chance

From now on precise me if you want an ex member in or not since a lot of group gain fame recently even tho they debuted long ago and not anybody got the occasion to stan them before

if you don’t tell me anything I will just put them with this “mark” || If you tell me you want them I will normally put them || if you tell me you don’t want them I will exclude them || if you tell me after the post you didn’t wanted them within one week I will redo the most to least without them for more accuracy || if you tell me one week or more after I will just delete the member from the most to least ||

How to do this? Ex: You want G-Idle but you stanned them only after Soojin departure? G-Idle ot5 in the other way you want Soojin in ? G-Idle ot6

Of course I got limits and this count only for members that:

Didn’t left for legal issues: Hwall The Boyz, Baron VAV, Rocky Astro, Jinni Nmixx..ect

If yes were found innocents: Wonho Monsta X, Woojin Stray Kids..ect

Or got kicked for dumb reasons. (Ex: Dating,Smoking,surgery revealed..ect) Hyuna 4Minute, E’Dawn Pentagon,

I accept member like Soojin G-Idle, Lucas NCT, Ravn Oneus or BI Ikon even if they did questionable things they were never proven to be totally true or totally false so it’s up to your own morality if you want me to include them or not and if you believe what they were accused off is forgivable or not

I DO NOT accept members that:

Were proven culprit of a crime and I hope I don’t need to make example but since some of you can be really delusional don’t even ask for Bigbang Seungri or BAP Himchan cause I’ll block you and judge you really bad. *side eye*

Deceased members by any type of death don’t ask, it’s sick, I’ll block you pt2.

Preferably I’ll not do groups that disbanded too fast after debuting like X1 or members that left too close to the debut like Garam Lesserafim and this has nothing to do with her innocence or not since everybody thinks differently I just think nobody had time to get to know them and I don’t really wanna put time in it neither as a group or member of that group but rather as a soloist if they debuted like that then (Jinni Nmixx even tho she was my bias can be put in that category too as well as Hyuna in any group she was in since she’s now more known as a soloist, I still accept her tho)

Finally don’t ask me for Red Velvet without Yeri, EXO without Chen or Ikon without Bobby cause even if it’s your right you’ll not be welcome on my blog and I risk to proceed really slowly to your request

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[wardog-of-whimsy]

Tumblr Music Game

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people

Thank you to @fuckyeah-itme, @alwaysandforeverlost, @scattered-stardust, and anyone I might have missed.

제발 by 휘성 (Please by Whesung)

2. You and Me by Lifehouse

3. MISSING YOU [feat.YUNA KIM of JAURIM] by GDRAGON

4. どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう (A cappella Version) (Why Did I Fall In Love With You?) by DBSK/TVXQ (OT5) ((*screaming* Ahem. Fangirl Note, this version is probably not available outside the libraries of hoarders due *handwave*. If you want to hit me up for it, I'm down. Otherwise, here's a wonderful live version of it... not even close to what the A Capella is but, this is what our Gods were known for, is all I can say.))

5. Titanium by Sam Tsui (Single but close enough video linked)

6. Try by Colbie Callait

7. Passcode (รู้แค่คนเดียว) by ALLY

8. Wasurenaide by DBSK/TVXQ (OT5) (Featured in a fic I'm about to post, actually...)

9. Good Bye Baby by BIGBANG

10. Hello by TVXQ (2VXQ)

So that's my ten, and I will just tag anyone that sees this and wants to play... But especially my SoulSister who seems to have escaped at this point? @markmybirds Only if you want to, of course..