#but like gd I just need Something to damp everything down

[ringneckedpheasant]

made it through all of yesterday without using An substance and it is kind of alarming how much that felt like an accomplishment

[lazywonderlvnd]

you are so gd talented and I would love love love to see your take on a possessive draco (like Harry when he gets territorial over Theo in TCL)

you are so kind pls.....thank u so much 😩 here’s a drabble for you, angel, hope you enjoy and sorry it took a hot minute! ❤️

He’d never have let Draco do this normally — it’s hard for him, and not in that work-through-it-and-you’ll-be-better-for-it kind of hard, all it does is make him tense and angry — but he can see the slight mania in Draco’s eyes and the fear and desperation, and it’s all of that plus the hectic flush on his cheeks that convinces Harry not to fight it when Draco shoves him down onto the bed and points his wand and suddenly Harry’s wrists are bound to the headboard.

“Better?” says Harry drily. Draco’s jaw clenches and his eyes blaze. If he’d known how obvious he was, how clearly Harry could read all of his emotions on his face, maybe he would have gone to some trouble to take it down a notch. He tugs lightly at his bonds, testing them though he doesn’t plan to break them. He simply wants to determine whether he could if he wanted to. To his fascination, he’s not totally sure he could. They’re incredibly strong, which means there had been significant emotion behind the spell. “D’you feel like telling me what the fuck this is about yet?”

Draco doesn’t answer. He points his wand again, and then Harry’s clothes are gone. He can’t imagine a more vulnerable position to be in: tied up and naked. At one point in his life, the idea of Draco Malfoy seeing him this way would have been second only to Voldemort himself seeing him this way. Not anymore, of course.

Now all this does is make his cock twitch and start filling with blood.

“What’s with you?” he asks. Draco doesn’t answer again; he disrobes himself without magic, then slips off his shirt and trousers and climbs onto the bed, a knee on either side of one of Harry’s legs. He looks quite mad, and lucky for him he’s just fucking perfect enough that he makes madness into something ethereal. His hair is free from its usual product, tempting Harry’s bound hands with how soft it looks. The combination of helplessness and arousal makes his breathing shallow and loud, his chest rising and falling too obviously for his taste.

“Something wrong, Potter?” Draco purrs, fingers curling around the base of Harry’s cock, slick with magicked lube. He closes his eyes and focuses on breathing through his nose, but Draco only squeezes and he has to clench his jaw to keep in a noise. “You know, you couldn’t look more appealing if you were a six-course meal and I was starving.”

“Is that right?” Harry says. It’s strained slightly, and he lets out a hoarse laugh. He opens his eyes and meets Draco’s, doing everything in his power not to lift his hips into the constant, torturous slide of that perfect hand. “Keeping in mind, of course, that you’ve always been a bit of a slut for it I do have to say you look more ravenous than usual.”

Now Draco laughs, mockingly, and he speeds up his hand. He starts twisting his wrist at the top, palming over the sensitive, engorged head, and dipping his thumb into the slit like he’s trying to coax out more pre-come. He looks like he’s barely restraining himself from leaning over and using his mouth instead; he’s got a good and proper fetish for Harry’s cock, an obsession that rivals only his love of riling Harry up on purpose just to monopolise his attention. It only makes it more impressive that he hasn’t done it yet.

“Keep talking, Potter, I have all night. And I’ve always wondered how you’d look all worked up and edged past endurance.”

Something flutters in Harry’s stomach, a heady combination of shock and arousal and nerves. The look on Draco’s face, the implications of his words, they’re making Harry deeply uneasy as much as they’re turning him on.

“Is that your plan?” he asks, trying to keep his voice level. “You wanna watch me struggle?”

“Well that’s only part of it,” says Draco. He lets go of Harry’s cock, curved up against his stomach, thick and heavy with blood, and crawls up his body to press a series of kitten-soft kisses onto his neck. Harry closes his eyes again and breathes through his nose. There’s an instinct to resist that’s kicking in which he’s desperately fighting. He wants to know what the fuck is going on first before he decides to shut this down. Draco’s lips drag maddeningly up to his ear. “The other part is reminding you what you’re gonna spend the rest of your life missing if I ever catch you fucking around on me, Potter.”

Another pulse of shock rocks him. He stares up at Draco with his lips parted, confused at first until understanding catches up with him and his face flushes. 

“I see you’ve figured it out,” Draco says silkily. His hand goes back to Harry’s cock, still hard and throbbing, and now he bends and puts his lips to the head. He sucks lightly at it like a particularly good lolly, making Harry’s toes curl, ripping a half-mad groan from his throat.

“I dunno what you thought you saw,” Harry bites out, tugging unconsciously at his ties, “but I wasn’t planning on fucking Jenkins. But it’s good to know you’re keeping a jealous eye on me at work, love.”

Draco sits up and swipes his thumb over the wet and sensitive glans again. Harry loses himself for a moment and bucks his hips.

“Maybe you weren’t planning on it,” says Draco mildly. He traces his fingertips along the underside of Harry’s straining prick, dancing along the nerves, every vein engorged with blood, leading him along a knife’s edge towards a feeling of frighteningly unfamiliar vulnerability and desperation. “But you were thinking about it,” he coos. “Did you picture it, Harry? Pushing him against the wall face-first and filling him up with your cock?”

Harry’s head falls back against a pillow and he lifts his hips again, searching for friction. He’s so hard it’s beginning to hurt now and he’s slightly lightheaded from the loss of blood to his brain.

Draco’s hot, wet mouth engulfs him then, taking him down to the root so he can feel the throbbing head press just slightly into the tight channel past his uvula. His mouth falls open and he lifts his arse off the bed, trying to fuck Draco’s perfect throat, but he makes it difficult by always pulling back just enough to make it impossible. He’s actually shaking, muscles straining, as Draco works him at his own deliberately slow pace.

“Draco,” he rasps. His fists clench in their bonds. He can come this way, it’s building with a terrible force in his stomach. But it’s building slowly, as if his body itself has allied itself with Draco in an effort to make him struggle and suffer, all for the harmless glances he’d been shooting Jenkins lately. “Fuck. I —”

“You what?” Draco goads him. He replaces his mouth with his hand again, sliding it leisurely through lube and his own spit and Harry’s pre-come, little spurts of it continuously dribbling down its turgid length. “Sounded suspiciously like you were about to say please …”

Harry grits his teeth and swallows back the begging noises threatening to burst out of him. More blood rushes to his prick, turning the head a worrying purple. He wonders in a slightly hysterical, half-insane way whether he could die from this. From needing to come this badly and not being allowed to. From refusing to beg for it, even when it hurts.

“Well,” says Draco as he releases him and climbs up to straddle his waist, positioning himself above Harry’s cock. It rubs against the cleft of Draco’s arse, teasing him with the possibility of all that tight, gripping heat, and Harry lets out a low moan just thinking about sinking inside of him, of all that friction that’s so close but so fucking far. “At least the Wizarding world can sleep soundly knowing their hero doesn’t easily give into torture.”

“Bully for them,” Harry says through gritted teeth. “Now sit on my fucking cock before I decide to hex you.”

Draco laughs. His pink lips part tantalisingly; the long line of his throat glimmers with sweat and drives Harry to the very brink of fucking madness.

“Are empty threats usually effective in your experience?” Draco asks. He grinds himself along the length of Harry’s prick and lets the head catch on his hole, which he can tell is only loosely stretched. Which also means Draco’d been fingering himself before. 

Harry flicks his bound hand and Draco jumps, looking satisfyingly surprised for a moment. Even in spite of his predicament Harry manages a shit-eating grin. Hexes and jinxes are hardly effective done wandlessly but Harry’s rather adept at pulling off a decent Stinging Jinx.

“D’you think that’s a good idea?” Draco asks when he’s gathered himself. There’s a new flush on his cheeks, though, and it’s gorgeous. “Hexing me when I could easily leave you here hard and wanting?”

Harry opens his mouth to make another sarcastic remark (because he can’t fucking help it, even with his libido screaming out in agony for him to fucking leave it, just let Draco have this power trip) but before he can say anything Draco’s lining up and bares down until the head pushes through the ring of muscle — and he stops there. And Harry’s always been good at biting back vocalisations, an ability to stay quiet no matter what is a highly useful skill for an Auror, but when Draco stops and merely squeezes around the head of his cock he lets out an utterly tormented groan, bucking his hips only for Draco to lift up and away. 

“Fuck you!” Harry yells, tugging again at his ties and shouting at the futility of it. Draco’s watching this with glazed eyes and wet lips. “Fucking just — god, just sit on my cock, you fucking inbred little cocksucker!”

And Draco laughs, loudly. He bends and touches his lips to Harry’s sweaty forehead, then to his mouth, then his damp and heaving chest and over his stomach and finally delivers a few more chaste kisses to the skin above his pubic hair. Harry’s cock bobs next to his face, pulsing and throbbing and aching. Draco drags his tongue up the side of it and then presses his lips to the head, suckling gently, torturing Harry on purpose. And Harry, he’s not actually sure how much more of this he can take. His arms are aching now. His cock feels too engorged with blood, tight and hard and painful. He physically can’t stop himself from bucking up against Draco’s mouth.

He groans in frustration when Draco pulls off again but then he’s sliding Harry’s cock back into his arse, and not just the head this time. He sinks all the way down, enveloping Harry in all that throbbing, gorgeous heat, and he squeezes so perfectly around him, and Harry cries out and lifts his hips and tries to fight his restraints.

“Not thinking about Jenkins, are you?” Draco says lightly. He rocks his hips a little and Harry whimpers. He can’t remember if he’s ever heard himself whimper like that before.

“Fuck no,” he gasps out. “Just you.”

“Just me,” Draco repeats. He lifts himself up, pauses, and then sinks back down. He hands go to Harry’s chest and he does it again, again, again, fucking himself properly now and Harry can see he’s beginning to lose himself to the sensations finally. That glazed look is back in his eyes and there’s sweat beading at his hairline. “Nobody else could do this to you, Potter.”

Harry would have agreed to anything at this point but he still means it when he nods frantically, beyond caring now that he’s at a major disadvantage, that Draco has successfully taken him apart the way he’s so used to doing.

He’s about to come when Draco stops moving again, seated fully on his lap. Harry lets out a string of curses and creates bruises on his wrists where he strains and wrenches madly against the silky material binding them. 

“Draco, please,” he hears himself say. It hardly even sounds like him. “Please, fuck, please, I need — I need to come …”

“I know,” Draco coos. He bends forwards again and kisses him, soft and languid and a little mocking, and Harry’s cock twitches inside of him. “And I’ll let you. But you have to do the rest yourself.”

“What?” Harry asks deliriously. Draco lifts up until just the head is still being squeezed inside his tight heat, and Harry gets the message. “God,” he breathes, even as he bends his knees and plants his feet flat on the mattress, his hand trying of their own accord to reach for Draco’s hips, but they can’t. “You’re so fucking obnoxious.”

Draco laughs until Harry thrust brutally up into him, and then he’s moaning instead, fingers curling against Harry’s chest. Harry has no way of changing angles, of trying to hit Draco’s prostate or make him scream, so instead he focuses on his own pleasure, because really, at this point, it’s what he deserves. He slams up into him over and over, shaking the bed, making his thighs scream with the effort, and by the time he feels his orgasm approaching his dripping with sweat and his shoulders are killing him and he knows there must be terrible bruises on his wrists.

“That’s it,” Draco goads him. His own cock is bobbing precariously above Harry’s stomach, red and swollen and dribbling pre-come out of the slit. “Put your fucking back into it, Potter, fuck me like you mean it.”

Harry lets out a tortured moan and puts his fucking back into it. He feels Draco’s body tense up and clench around him and then release, nails digging into Harry’s skin, and come covers both their chests and hits Harry’s chin.

The soft, exquisite noises Draco makes push Harry past the edge himself and he comes inside of Draco with his veins thrumming; he fucks madly up into him until his come is leaking out around his cock and still he keeps going, sliding through all that slick, working himself until his shaking and weak and can hardly move. Draco takes over again, rocking on top of him, milking him of every last shudder and shiver and moan. 

He lies there panting and limbless, and when Draco releases his bonds, his arms fall to his sides and he groans at the soreness of his muscles.

Draco’s kissing him then, drawing his lips apart and ravaging his mouth with his tongue. Eventually Harry lifts one of his aching arms and puts a hand on his cheek, thumb grazing smooth skin.

After a minute and then two and then three, Harry finally mutters, “You didn’t really think I’d sleep with Jenkins, did you?”

Draco draws back and pushes some of his hair out of his face, considering Harry from his place straddling his hips.

“I’m still figuring you out,” he says after some consideration. Harry lifts both eyebrows.

“We’ve been together two and a half years.”

“Yeah,” Draco says. He lifts up and off of Harry, making him hiss. “And I’m still figuring you out, Potter.”

“Right back at you,” Harry says drily. He loves the way it makes Draco grin.

[panda-noosh]

Getting back together with G dragon after a bad public breakup due to pressure from YG being a whole dick but GD didn't know about that and thought it was all you , but he talks to taeyang and he realises what happened and releases "Untitled 2014", and everyone wants to know who it's about- so at his first performance of the song he just sings it directly to you in front of everyone so YG is exposed and ya just fall into each others arms lmao I'm so soft for romance 😭😭😭😭 scen or hcs

    “What are you - What are you even talking about?”

    He was lying. He had to be lying. What he was saying didn’t make any sense - not after all this time. Not whenever Jiyong was only just now starting to get over you.

   It had taken him months to get to this point. Months of writing songs that were so far out of his depth that it confused even the fans who had praised him before. It had been months of struggling to leave his home in fear of coming across people who had read the news recently, had seen the break up you and him had went through only a few months prior.

   It had taken him ages to be able to finally sit in front of his band mates, talk to them like a normal man again, even if the image of you was still playing in his mind.

    Taeyang pursed his lips. “I’m sorry, dude. I thought you knew. I thought it was obvious!”

    “Obvious?” Jiyong trailed his hands through his hair, hollowing out his cheeks in any attempt to calm himself down. “So it was him, then. He was the reason we broke up?”

    “You saw the way he treated them,” said Taeyang. “He didn’t want them around from the beginning. I guess the pressure just got too much…”

   Jiyong zoned out, thinking back on the relationship that he had blocked from his mind so long ago - at least, it felt so long ago. He remembered the way YG would always tell you to leave early, the way he would stop Jiyong from going over to your house after practice, the way he scowled whenever you so much as pecked Jiyong on the cheek; back then, Jiyong had been so set on the idea of a successful tour and a successful album that he had barely even spared a second glance at the odd behaviour.

    He could have kicked himself. How had he not seen it? The day you broke up with him, you had been crying more than Jiyong had ever seen. He had been so mad and heartbroken that he hadn’t stopped to think about what that could mean - if you truly wanted out of this relationship, surely you wouldn’t have been crying at finally being given the chance to escape?

   Jiyong’s chest constricted. He looked up at Taeyang and shook his head, because that was all he could do. He felt stupid, foolish, and the one thing he knew he needed to do now was talk to you.

   +++

   Jiyong didn’t think he was very good at words. Trying to get his feelings across in a normal conversation was something he was unable to do; he stuttered, grew bright red, stopped and started over and over again until the person listening just grew tired of him.

    He couldn’t do that with you. He couldn’t allow himself to get worked up and back out before he could get his point across, and that was why he found himself huddled over his desk in the middle of the night, a lamp being the only thing illuminating the sheet of paper in front of him. Already the page was full of lyrics, words that had come from his heart and words that he meant more deeply than anything else; he read over them repeatedly, making sure each and every line was absolutely perfect, because that’s what he needed right now. 

    He was a strong believer in no song being completely perfect, that every song he wrote could be improved in some way, shape or form, but this was the exception. He needed this song to be perfect.

    Because this may very well be the song that changed his life.

   +++

   Taeyang dragged you through the crowd, a vice-like grip on your upper arm making sure you did not go missing amongst the sea of screaming fans, all here to see the infamous G-Dragon.

    You would, quite honestly, rather be anywhere else. The idea of seeing Jiyong again after so many months had you feeling elated, but the anxiety that came with it was paralysing, almost.  

    You had put up quite an argument with Taeyang over the phone, telling him over and over again that you did not want to go, that it was just going to be awkward and nobody was going to have a good time. You didn’t want Jiyong seeing you in the crowd and freezing up, letting down the fans who had paid good money to be here tonight.

   Taeyang had promised you that Jiyong would not see you - which was funny now, considering he was currently pulling you to the very front of the venue, right in front of the stage.

   “Taeyang, can you slow down?” you hissed, tugging your hood a little tighter over your head in any attempt to stop the fans from noticing you. After the break up you and Jiyong had went through, the last thing you wanted was to be seen at his concert. That would be most dangerous indeed.

    “Can you speed up?” Taeyang shot back. “Look, our spots have been saved for us!”

   “You said we wouldn’t be at the front!”

   “That was before our spots were saved - we’d just look ungrateful if we didn’t take them.”

    You groaned but put up no further argument. Perhaps it was easier this way - with your back facing the rest of the crowd, none of the fans would be able to see your face. You’d be perfectly safe, able to sway along to the sound of Jiyong’s voice in perfect peace and-

    The lights dimmed.

   Taeyang grabbed your arm, almost as if he was ensuring you didn’t turn and flee at the first sign of Jiyong’s presence, but you did the opposite. You froze in place, lip tucked neatly between your teeth as you nibbled on the skin, waiting patiently for the man himself to arrive.

    Your heart lurched when you saw him, and it was the most painful yet most relieving sight you had ever seen in your life. He was there, standing in front of you with mist swirling around his lower half. He wore a loose fitting black shirt with tiny little chains interweaving through the fabric that glistened against the soft stage lights shining down on him.

    There was no way he would be able to see you. He had his eyes closed for one, and you were surely much too far in the shadows for him to be able to-

    His eyes opened, immediately clicking with your own.

    Oh god. Oh sweet heavens above, give me mercy.

    Being in front of him was hard enough, but he noticed you. He knew you were here, as if this entire thing had been planned from the very beginning.

    And you knew you should have ducked away and fled from the venue then and there, spare yourself the inevitable heartbreak, but your feet were glued to the floor and Jiyong was staring at you and the world was closing around you, not allowing you to move.

    The music started, soft and peaceful but heavy at the same time. Jiyong started singing, his eyes not once leaving your own; the crowd didn’t exist any more. Taeyang at your side didn’t exist. The anxiety that had once flooded your system had disappeared entirely, leaving just you and Jiyong and the feelings you had tried to squish so many times in the past few months, but with little success.

    “Please just once    If I can just see you   I’m ok with losing everything I have  I’ll meet you, even if it’s in a dream And we can love againJust as we are.”

    Taeyang leaned in and flicked your cheek. “You’re crying and it’s only the first chorus.”

    You slapped a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the sob of shock that erupted from your throat. Jiyong continued singing, but with each verse and each word and each expression, his voice wavered that little bit more until you were positive he was going to break down into tears at any given moment.

    You needed to get to him before that happened. You needed to have your arms around him before he so much as shed a single tear.

    Taeyang yelped in shock when you ripped your arm from his grip and stumbled to the front of the stage. The security guards dove for you, but your hood fell back and they drew away in shock at the sight of you - Jiyong’s infamous ex, the person who had all but broken his heart for a reason nobody knew.

   You paid them little attention, instead tossing yourself forward. Jiyong was in front of you in seconds, the microphone going ignored as he kneeled down and met you half-way, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into his chest.

    The crowd screamed, but you could barely hear them. Jiyong’s breath was warm against the side of your face, his hands tight around your waist as if he were afraid that letting go would lead to you leaving again. 

    But right now, with his body pressed against your own, you were certain that there was nothing more unlikely to happen. You couldn’t leave him again, not after the pain and the heartbreak you had suffered the first time. And clearly, judging by the lyrics he had just sung to you, he had been suffering the same.

    He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head, all he could do whilst standing in front of the crowd. “He convinced you to come.”

   You laughed breathily, snuggling your head in his chest. “It didn’t take much convincing. I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact sooner. I thought - I didn’t know that YG-”

   “Sh.” You shook your head, reaching up and gently cupping his face; his cheeks were damp with uncharacteristic tears, and your heart shuddered at the feel of them beneath your palm. “He’s not important right now, alright? I’m here, you’re here, and he isn’t. That’s all that matters.” 

    Jiyong pursed his lips and nodded, clinking his forehead against your own. “I love you so much.”

    You grinned. “I love you too.” 

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

NOW 2~G-Dragon Pt.14

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:3,849

Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

I’m going to change,” Y/N tells me and disappears into the closet, tissue still in hand.

Her eyes are red from her breakdown during the movie. I knew it would upset her, though I have to admit that I was looking forward to her reaction. Not because I want her to be upset, but because I love how emotionally invested she becomes in things. She opens herself so fully to these fictional forces, whether in a movie or a novel, that she allows them to completely pull her in. It’s captivating to watch.

She emerges from the closet in only shorts and her white lace bra.

Holy shit. I don’t even try to be subtle with my staring.

“Do you think you could wear . . . you know, my shirt?” I ask her. I’m not sure how she’ll feel about that, but I miss seeing her wearing my shirts to bed.

“I would love to.” She smiles and pulls my used shirt off the top of the clothes hamper.

“Good,” I state, trying not to seem too excited. But I watch the way her breasts spill out of the top of the lace as she lifts her arms.

Stop staring. Slow, she wants to go slow. I can go slow . . . slowly . . . in and out of her. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Just when I consider looking away, she reaches under the shirt and pulls her bra through one sleeve . . . Christ.

“Something wrong?” she asks and climbs onto the bed.

“No.” I gulp and watch in awe as she pulls her hair out of the ponytail it was in. As it falls onto her shoulders in beautiful blond waves, she shakes her head slowly. She has got to be doing this on purpose.

“Okay . . .” she says and lies on top of the duvet. I wish she would get under it so she wouldn’t look so . . . exposed.

She gives me a quizzical look. “Are you coming to bed?”

I hadn’t realized that I was still standing by the door. “Yeah . . .”

“I know this is a little strange right now, you know, getting used to being together again, but you don’t have to be so . . . distant,” she says nervously.

“I know,” I respond and join her on the bed, holding my hands low and in front of me, to hide things.

“It’s really not as strange as I thought it would be,” she says in a near whisper.

“Yeah . . .” I’m relieved to hear that; I was worried that it wouldn’t be the same as before. That she would be guarded and not the Y/N that I love so much. It’s only been a few hours, but I hope things stay this way. It’s so easy with her, so damn easy, yet difficult at the same time.

She lays a small hand on mine and leans onto my chest “You are being so weird. Tell me what’s on your mind,” she requests.

“I’m just glad you’re still here, that’s all.” And I can’t stop thinking about making love to you, I add silently. It’s not just about getting off with Y/N like it always was before—it’s much more. So much more. It’s about being as connected and tied to her as I possibly can be. It’s about her trusting me fully. My chest aches when I think about the trust she had for me but that I shattered.

“That’s not all,” she says, calling me out.

I shake my head in agreement, and she draws a line against my temple and down to the metal in my eyebrow with one finger.

“It’s terrible what I’m thinking,” I admit. I don’t want her to think that she’s an object to me, that I just want to use her. I really don’t want to tell her what’s on my mind, but I can’t continue to keep things from her, I need to be honest with her now and always.

As she looks down at me, her worried expression pains me. “Tell me.”

“I . . . well, I was thinking about . . . fucking . . . I mean making love to you.”

“Oh,” she says softly, her eyes wide.

“I know, I’m a dick,” I groan, wishing I would’ve just lied.

“No . . . no, you’re not.” Her cheeks color red. “I was sort of thinking about the same thing.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, taunting me further.

“You were?”

“Yeah . . . I mean it has been a while . . . well, not including Seoul, during which I was belligerently drunk.”

I search her face for the judgment she’s made about my lack of control when she came onto me last weekend, but there’s none there. I see the embarrassment as she recalls the events in her mind. My boxers are growing uncomfortably tight as I remember them, too.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m using you . . . because of everything,” I explain.

“Jiyong, out of all the things I’m thinking right now, that isn’t one of them. Granted, it probably should be, but it’s not.”

I was afraid, so afraid that our intimate moments would be forever tainted by my foolishness. “You’re sure? Because I don’t want to fuck up again,” I say.

She answers me by taking my hand and placing in in between her thighs.

Fuck. I grab her waist with my other hand and pull her toward me. Within seconds I’m hovering over her, one knee between her legs. I kiss her neck first, my mouth feverish and quick against her soft skin. She tugs my T-shirt up and lifts her back enough for me to pull it off. My tongue leaves a wet trail behind as I kiss over her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Her hands pull at my shirt and my sweats simultaneously, and I help her, leaving me in only my boxers.

I want to touch every part of her body, every inch of skin, every curve, every angle. God, she is beautiful. As I lower myself to kiss her stomach, her fingers disappear into my hair, tugging at the roots. I nip at her skin. Her panties and shorts are tossed to the floor. My tongue caresses the skin over her hips.

I explore her body as if it’s the first or last time, but she rushes me along with a “Jiyong . . . please . . .”

I bring my mouth to her most sensitive area and slide my tongue across her slowly, savoring her taste as it consumes my senses.

“Oh God,” she pants and pulls harder on my hair.

Her hips buck up off of the bed and she presses herself against my tongue. I pull back and she whines. I love that she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. I quickly lean up and open the drawer on the nightstand, grabbing the foil packet and tear it open with my teeth.

She watches me and I watch her. I watch the way her chest rises and falls in anticipation. I push down my boxers and lean over to plant a small kiss on her cheek, my cock resting on her thigh for a couple of heartbeats.

I straighten up and put the condom on. “Stay still,” I instruct.

She obliges and I climb back between her legs. The anticipation is exhilarating. I’m so hard that it hurts.

“You’re always so ready for me, baby,” I muse, collecting her moisture on my fingers before bringing them to her mouth to have her taste. She’s shy but doesn’t protest as she wraps her tongue around my finger. The sensation causes me to ease into her. The feeling is exquisite and one I have missed so, so much. “Christ,” I curse as she moans in relief.

All of my previous heartache dissolves as I bury myself into her, filling her up completely. Her eyes roll back in her head, and I deliberately circle my hips slowly before pulling out and pushing back in repeatedly.

“More . . . please, Jiyong.”

Fuck, I love to hear her beg. “No, baby . . . I want to go slow this time.” I rotate my hips again. I want to savor every second of this. I want it to be slow and I want her to feel how much I love her, how sorry I am for hurting her, and how I’m willing to do anything for her. I bring my mouth to hers and caress her tongue with mine. I groan when her fingernails dig into my biceps with a force sure to leave crescent marks in their wake.

“I love you . . . I love you so much,” I tell her and increase my pace slightly. I know I’m torturing her with my teasing, slow movements.

“I . . . I love you,” she moans, and her legs begin to shake, telling me she’s almost there.

I would love to see what we look like in this moment, molded together yet so separated. The contrast of her smooth, clear skin and the black ink covering mine as she runs her hands up and down my arms must be quite the sight. It’s dark meets light; it’s chaotic perfection; it’s everything I fear, want, and need.

Her moans become louder, and I bring my hand to her mouth so she can bite on it. “Shhh . . . let go, baby.”

My thrusts quicken as her soft body goes rigid under mine and she calls my name into my hand. Within seconds I’m joining her, getting high off her. She’s the perfect drug. “Look at me,” I breathe. Her eyes meet mine and I’m done for. I spill out all of me, and her body relaxes, leaving us both a panting mess. I roll off the condom and toss it into the bin next to the bed.

When I move to climb off, she grabs my arms to stop me. I smile down at her and stay still. I use my elbow to prop me up and keep most of my weight off of her. Y/N’s hand touches my cheek, she uses the pad of her thumb to draw small circles against my damp skin.

“I love you, Jiyong,” she says quietly.

“I love you, Y/N,” I respond and lay my head against her chest.

My eyes are heavy as I feel her breathing slow, and I fall asleep listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat.

Y/N POV

Jiyong’s head is heavy on my stomach when the sound of my phone vibrating on the table wakes me up. I lift him gently, as gently as I can, and retrieve the annoying object. The screen flashes with my mother’s name, and I groan before answering it.

“Theresa?” my mother chimes through the receiver.

“Yes.”

“Where are you, and what time will you be here?” she asks.

“I’m not coming there,” I tell her.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Y/N, I know you are upset over this thing with your father, but you need to spend Christmas with me. You shouldn’t be at some hotel alone.”

I do feel slightly guilty for not spending the holidays with my mother. She isn’t the nicest woman, but I’m all she has. Still, I say, “I’m not driving all the way there, Mother. It’s snowing out and I don’t want to be there.”

Jiyong stirs and lifts his head. Just as I’m about to tell him not to speak, he opens his mouth. “What’s wrong?” he says, and I hear my mother gasp.

“Theresa Young! What are you thinking?” she shouts.

“Mother, I’m not doing this right now.”

“That’s him, isn’t it? I know that voice!”

This is a terrible way to wake up. I move Jiyong off me and sit up, covering my naked body with the blanket. “I am getting off the phone now, Mother.”

“Don’t you dare hang—”

But I do hang up. And then put my phone on silent. I knew she would find out sooner or later; I was just hoping it would be later. “Well, she knows we’re back to doing . . . us. She heard you, and now she’s freaking out,” I say and hold my phone up to him to show the two calls from her in the past minute.

He curls around behind me. “You knew she would, so really it’s almost better that she found out this way.”

“Not really. I could have told her instead of her just hearing you in the background.”

He shrugs. “It’s the same thing. She would’ve been mad either way.”

“Still.” I’m slightly annoyed by his reaction. I know he doesn’t care for her, but she’s still my mother, and I didn’t want her to find out like this. “You could be a little nicer about the whole thing.”

He nods and says, “Sorry.”

I expected him to have a rude comeback, so that was a pleasant surprise.

Jiyong smiles and pulls me back down to him. “Would you like me to make you some breakfast, Daisy?”

“Daisy?” I raise my eyebrow.

“It’s early, and I’m not at my best to quote literature, but you’re grumpy, so . . . I called you Daisy.”

“Daisy Buchanan wasn’t grumpy. And neither am I.” I harrumph, but can’t help smiling.

He laughs. “Yes, you are. And how do you know which Daisy I’m talking about?”

“There are only a few, and I know you well enough.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, and your attempt at insulting me failed miserably,” I tease.

“Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Mrs. Bennet,” he fires back.

“I assume that since you said Mrs., you are talking about the mother, not Elizabeth, which means you are trying to call me obnoxious. Then again, you have been off this morning, so maybe you’re saying I’m charming? I just don’t know with you anymore.” I smile.

“All right . . . all right . . . Christ.” He laughs. “A man makes one bad joke around here and he’s condemned.”

My earlier irritation dissolves as we continue our banter and climb out of bed. Jiyong says to stay in pajamas, since we aren’t leaving the house. It’s a strange idea to me, though. If I were at my mother’s house, I would be expected to be dressed in my Sunday best.

“You could just wear that shirt.” He points to his T-shirt on the floor.

I smile and pick it up, pulling it over me and putting on sweatpants. I don’t remember hanging out with Noah in sweats, ever. I didn’t wear much makeup until recently, but I was always dressed nicely. I wonder what Noah would have thought if I’d shown up to spend time with him dressed like this. It’s funny, I always thought I was comfortable around Noah, thought I was myself around him because he knew me for so long, when in reality he doesn’t know me at all. He doesn’t know the real me, the me that Jiyong has made me comfortable enough to show.

“Ready?” Jiyong asks.

I nod and pull my hair back into a messy bun. I switch my phone off and leave it on the dresser, then follow Jiyong out into the living room. The delicious scent of coffee fills the apartment, and we find Trish standing in front of the stove flipping pancakes.

She smiles and turns to us. “Merry Christmas!”

“It’s not Christmas,” Jiyong says, and I shoot him a glare. He rolls his eyes, then smiles at his mother. I pour myself a cup of coffee and thank Trish for making breakfast. Jiyong and I sit at the table while she tells us the story of how her grandmother taught her how to make this type of pancakes. Jiyong listens intently and even smiles a little.

As we start to eat our breakfast of delicious raspberry pancakes, Trish asks, “Are we going to be opening gifts today? Since I assume you’ll be at your mum’s tomorrow?”

I don’t know how to answer her exactly, and I start to fumble for words. “I am . . . actually I am . . . I told—”

“She’s going to Dad’s house tomorrow. She promised Taeyang that she would, and she’s really the only friend he’s got, so she can’t cancel,” Jiyong interjects.

I’m thankful for the assist, but calling me Taeyang’s only friend is kind of mean . . . Well, maybe I am. But he’s my only friend as well.

“Oh . . . that’s fine. Honey, you don’t need to be afraid to tell me things like that. I have no problem with you spending time with Ken,” Trish says, and I can’t tell which one of us she’s speaking to.

Jiyong shakes his head. “I’m not going. I told Y/N to tell them we said no.”

Trish stops midbite. “ ‘We’? They invited me?” Her voice is full of surprise.

“Yeah . . . They wanted both of you to come,” I explain.

“Why?” she asks.

“I . . . don’t know . . .” I say. Honestly, I don’t. Karen is so kind, and I know she really wants to mend what is broken between her husband and his son, so that’s the only explanation I have.

“I already said no. Don’t worry about it, Mum.”

Trish finishes her forkful and chews thoughtfully. “No, maybe we should go,” she says at last, surprising both me and Jiyong .

“Why would you want to go there?” Jiyong asks and scowls.

“I don’t know . . . the last time I saw your father was almost ten years ago. I think I owe it to myself and to him to see how he’s turned his life around. Also, I know you don’t want to be away from Y/N for Christmas.”

“I could stay here,” I say. I don’t want to cancel on them, but I don’t want Trish to feel like she has to go.

“No, really. It’s fine. We should go—all of us.”

“You’re sure?” The worry in Jiyong’s voice is evident.

“Yeah . . . it won’t be so bad.” She smiles. “Besides, if Kathy taught Y/N how to make those cookies, imagine how good the food will be.”

“Karen, Mum—her name’s Karen.”

“Hey, she’s my ex-husband’s new wife, who I’m spending Christmas with. I can call her whatever I want.” She laughs and I join her.

“I’ll tell tae we’re all coming,” I say and go to grab my phone. I’d never have imagined that my Christmas would be spent with Jiyong and his family—both sides of his family. The last few months have been anything but what I expected.

When I turn on my phone I have three voicemails, from my mother, I’m sure. I ignore them and dial Tae.

“Hey, Y/N, Merry Christmas Eve!” he greets me, cheery as ever. I can picture his warm smile.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Tae.”

“Thanks! First things first—you’re not calling to bail, are you?”

“No, of course not. Quite the opposite, actually. I was calling to make sure it was still okay if Jiyong and Trish came over tomorrow?”

“Really? They want to?”

“Yeah . . .”

“Does this mean you and Jiyong . . .”

“Yeah . . . I know I’m an idiot . . .”

“I didn’t say that,” he says.

“I know, but you’re thinking it—”

“No. I am not. We can talk about it tomorrow, but you aren’t an idiot, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” I tell him and mean it. He’s the only person who won’t have a negative opinion on this subject.

“I’ll tell my mom they’re coming. She’ll be thrilled,” he says before we hang up.

When I join Jiyong and Trish back in the living room, they already have their presents on their laps, and there are two boxes on the couch that I assume are for me.

“Me first!” Trish says and tears the snowflake-printed paper off of a box. Her smile is huge as she takes out the tracksuit I got her. “I love these! How did you know?” She points to the gray one she’s wearing.

“I’m not very good at buying gifts,” I tell her.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, it’s lovely,” she assures me while opening the second box. After she has a moment to see what’s inside, she squeezes Jiyong tight and then holds up a necklace that says Mom, just like he told me. She seems to like the thick scarf he bought her as well.

I really wish I’d gotten Jiyong something. I knew all along that I would go back to him, and I think he knew it, too. He hasn’t mentioned that he got me one, and both of the boxes on my lap say they’re from Trish, so that’s a huge relief.

Jiyong is next, and he gives his mother his best fake smile when he opens the clothes she bought him. One piece is a red long-sleeved shirt; I try to picture Jiyong wearing anything other than black and white, but I can’t.

“Your turn,” he says to me.

I smile nervously and pull the sparkly bow off of the first gift. Clearly, Trish is better at choosing women’s clothing than men’s; the pastel-yellow dress in the box proves it. It’s a light baby-doll style, and I love it.

“Thank you—it’s beautiful,” I say and give her a hug. I really appreciate her thinking of me. She just met me, but she’s been so loving and welcoming that I feel as if I’ve known her much longer.

The second box is much smaller than the first, but the amount of tape used to wrap it makes it very difficult to open. When I finally tear through the packaging, I find a bracelet—a sort of charm bracelet unlike anything I’ve seen before. Trish is so thoughtful, just like her son. I lift it up and run my fingers along the rope-textured string to look at the charms. There are only three, each bigger than my thumbnail, two made from what looks like pewter, the other solid white . . . porcelain, maybe? The white charm is an infinity symbol, the ends shaped like hearts. Just like the tattoo on Jiyong’s wrist. I glance up at him, my eyes moving immediately to his tattoo. He shifts and I look back to the bracelet. The second charm is a music note, and the third, slightly larger than the other two, is in the shape of a book. When I turn the book charm in my fingers, I notice something written on the back. It says:

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I look up at Jiyong and swallow the tears threatening to form. His mother didn’t get me this.

He did.

[kandadiff]

Isla Paradiso 3

-- Jay Park --

The gym was near the room GD chose to yell at Jennie in. Which meant those in the gym had a perfect view of the girl running out of the room crying and if you were working on cardio you could hear him yelling while in the middle of the argument. Both JB and Jay Park were in the gym, Jay Park was originally working out by himself before JB walked in wanting to talk to his producer about a beat he was coming up with when both boys shushed and listened to the yelling. 

“Was that Jennie?” JB asked seeing a mass of blue dress and black hair run past them. Jay nodded lifting his feet while his body stayed put on the bars. Ever since you’re ‘Dalliance’ with wonho, Jay had also packed up some muscles claiming working out helped him distress, JB wondered what he had to be stressed about here? He had only been here for two days and in those two days Jay worked out more then Jb had in the weeks he promoted with Got7. 

“Another girl leaving Jiyong” Jay laughed his stomach slightly cramping so he lowered his feet and came down from the machine. He grabbed at his water taking a long gulp before taking again. “They must realize how much of a leech he is.” 

Jb shrugged amused “good for her then. It was the best thing when Adi left him.” He blurted without thinking and quickly looked at Jay who was smirking at his reaction. He wasn’t allowed to speak to you romantically anymore - or much at all according to his contract with Jay. Jay had promised to promote JB, give him full creatively and license on his music and allow him to chose his own crew - the same stipulation he gave to Yugyeom. No pursing Adi anymore and I make you better then JYP ever could. 

Jay knew how JYP treated there artists and thats why he was successful in being a producer and owner now. He knew true musicians and artists wanted freedom and he offered just that and more. No artist had to go into debt with him, he promoted them in the US as well as Asia and now his plan to eliminate competition with you was apart of it. Jay knew that since he was all over the world he didn’t have time to compete with those who were constantly around you. So he preyed on there natural want for success. He knew it was only a matter of time JYP would fuck up and they would go looking for another company to promote with and he got Yugyeom and JB right where he wanted. Distanced from you and two great and talented men added to his roster. 

Instead of showing suspicion at the mention of your name Jay smiled “now only if we can keep her away from him.” JB shrugged not wanting to risk his fragile career right now. Jay however, said it casually so JB was unsure if the next sentence was a test or not. “I could use some help with it” he shrugged grabbing a bowl and rubbing his sweaty face. Jb looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Jay smiled innocently at him “Lets hear that beat new, huh?”

--Victoria --

“Victoria!” Camila cheered happily clapping her hands as Victoria soaking wet came into the dream vacation house. “AH! I’m so happy you’re here!” Ever since breaking up with Fifth harmony, Camila found solace in another girl burned by her former girl group. Victoria Justice and the two bonded right away. Even thinking about starting a duet team of there own but they still needed people to sign off on it.

“Me too!” She hugged her tightly her luggage and umbrella clattering to the ground soaking the area in a puddle. 

“Shawnie!” Camilla called into the hallway “Help tor with her bags!” She said grabbing Tori’s elbow as Shawn groaned coming out of the living room and and pulling her to the bedroom she chose for Tori close to hers, so she can freshen up. “Did you have trouble finding the place?” 

“No” Tori shook her head, water droplets spraying from her damp hair and onto the mirror. “It was lit up like a Christmas tree on the strip. We better watch out though. On the drive the radio said the storm may cause blackouts. 

“Perfect!” She cheered causing Tori to look at her, as she got changed into dry clothes. “I mean Tor, I love you but it's about time you find a boyfriend. Preferably one who you can sing with! I mean after my song with Shawn we just skyrocketed in love.”

“I don’t know Cam” She shrugged pulling on a loose jumper, despite the summer weather the storm and ac had made the house cold. “Who would I go for?”

“Anyone! I mean, Katya is tied down how about one of her ex’s.”

“I don’t know” Tori said and Camila waved her hand dismissing her and pulling out her phone. She scooted herself next to tori and went through candid pictures that she took of people since arriving at the house and the notes that came with it. “What is this? A profile of everyone here?”

“I have to hook up my girls!” Camila laughs “and its not like this is not common knowledge anyway.” She scrolled to a muscular boy who looked like he just got out of the water. “Thats Dmitri.”

“Wow” Tori said grabbing the phone and zooming in on the cute boy. 

“Yeah I've been talking to him, Katya and him dated when she was just starting. He plays Hockey in Colorado or something. He’s cool though but his accent I still strong.”

“I don’t know Russian accent are a turn off for me” Victoria shook her head “the language sounds so angry.”

“Okay” Camila swiped until someone caught Tori’s eye and she made a face of disgust. “No, I’m not sure what his real name is but he dated Hoodie and Cassie and hes kind of a dick.” She continued swiping, they went through most of men Camila organized by who’s ex's they were until she got to mine. “I don’t know how you feel about Kay’s sloppy seconds, I wouldn’t trust it.”

“Oh actually me and Kay both dated josh.” Tori added laughing. 

“Oh I mean she's taken I think now” she shrugged “so go for it.” They swiped more of my men until Tori’s smile grew widely.

“Wait” Tori took the phone “Is that Damien?”

“Yeah but-”

“Hes here?” She said excitedly and Camila rolled her eyes. She knew her friend was oddly enamored by Damien but didn’t approve at all. It didn’t seem to register with Victoria anyway, ever since Damien guest starred on the show, EYE CANDY, she was starring in and they shared a kiss she was hooked. Even flying to Europe seeing his band preform. 

“Tori honestly, he’s like obsessed with Kay and no girl should date another boy who's obsessed with someone else.”

“Maybe” Tori shrugged and scrolled again “I should try it with all of them then.”

“Thats the spirit!”

--Adi---

You and Jessi had went shopping figuring that she wanted to bring enough food for Jin to cook a five star meal, after all for the past few days everyone was basically running on takeout and snacks. So you went through his shopping list with her getting everything on it as well as some booze for a good night in because clearly with this rain and rolling blackouts - no one was going anywhere tonight.

After hugging you tightly for grabbing everything Jin made you and Jessi help because according to him Jimin was worse than useless in the kitchen and he’d much rather have you and Jessi help him. So you were carefully cutting the seasoned beef Jin put in front of you, trying hard not to cut yourself or ruin the chops. 

Jessi poured you some whine, just enough so Jin wouldn’t bitch about it when the front door opened and you all curiously looked at each other then at the latest arrival. Despite it being rainy, cloudy and darkened outside, Emma comes in with large dark sunglasses covering her face and looks at you with a smirk. 

“Surprise Bitch.”

“Ew” you groan and roll your eyes stopping the chopping and looking at her. “Why the hell are you here? is doing nothing in life exhausting.”

“Excuse me binge drinker? ive been in American Horror Story and Scream Queens, what have you done besides depress me?” She said with a smirk and looked around the mansion. “Isn’t this place to nice for you anyway? Shouldn’t you be in rehab.”

“Wanna talk about rehab cokehead?” You snap back.

“Okay” Jin pulls you away “Lets just cook.”

“Yeah just go look for a room, before this drink leaves my cup and winds up on your face.” Jessi rolls her eyes and Emma rolls her eyes and opens the door to allow Hayley and Rachel in. all those girl just look you over and all three head upstairs. “They are going to be fun.” Jessi rolls her eyes and pours you more whine.

“JESSICA!” Jin whines but Jessi puts up her hand and pushs his away from your cup “She can use it!”

-

[bigbanggot7stories]

Across the Hall Part 2

Here’s the second part! More to come soon. You know I had to lay on the angst. I hope you lub it.

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Fluff, Smut, Angst

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The next morning, I was awoken to an empty bed and the light sound of the shower drifting from the bathroom nearby. I smiled to myself, remembering everything that happened the night before, and realized I was very underdressed. I couldn’t believe that I was staying at the same hotel as Kwon Jiyong and that I had even gotten close enough to touch him, let alone sleep with him. His eyes were softer in person, his skin smoother. The lines on his face were more evident, but they made him even more attractive and real. He was shy, a sharp contrast to the playboy image he held up under his stage name. He was everything and more than what I thought he would be in person, and I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.

As I pondered on who Jiyong was in real life, I missed the sound of the shower cutting off, and before I could dress myself properly, he waltzed back into the room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. My eyes must have been slightly bulging out of my head as Jiyong smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed near me.

“Good morning, like what you see?”

I smiled and rolled my eyes as he leant down to rest his hands on either side of my pillow.

“Good morning,” I replied, making a face at the ugly, manly morning voice betraying me.

“Oh my god! That was so cute!” Jiyong mocked, smiling as I covered my face with my hands from embarrassment.

When I finally removed my hands, Jiyong was waiting patiently in the same position he was in before, smiling brightly. He leant down and gave a small peck to my lips before kissing my forehead.

“You really are just as pretty in the morning,” he whispered, making me feel like I was going to burst from the gushiness of it all.

“Thanks,” I replied quietly. “You’re just as pretty, too.”

He smiled and flopped down next to me, reaching towards his side table to fiddle with his phone. Suddenly, I remembered I had a friend across the hall who would probably have a meltdown if she woke up and I wasn’t there.

“Oh my gosh, what time is it?”

“It’s like…five minutes before eight. Why?” He looked over, confused.

“First of all, what the actual fuck am I doing awake before eight? And also, Ash. Remember her? Yeah, she might actually die if she wakes up and finds out I’m not there.”

He laughed and nodded his head, agreeing that I should probably go back to my own room.

“Do you guys want to go to breakfast, though? I can get your soundcheck tickets and passes for you then. Unless you would rather sleep, I understand that.”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure, give us like thirty minutes? I’ve got to wake her up if she isn’t already. And maybe get a shower.”

“Okay, good idea. Give me your phone, I’m going to text myself so I can have your number. And I promise I won’t stare too hard while you find your clothes,” he winked.

As soon as I handed my phone over, I was rushing to find my clothes. My cheeks heated up at the slightest thought of Jiyong seeing my naked form, even after the night we shared caressing each other’s. I grabbed my phone from his grip before giving a shy goodbye and rushing across the hall to my own room. Unsurprisingly, Ash was still soundly slumbering in her bed.

I rushed to jump on her still figure, screaming to pull her back to consciousness.

“ASH! Wake up, Ash! Get up and get dressed! We’re going to breakfast!!” I shook her slightly, and she groaned with every jump to her bed. “And you’ll never ever guess what happened last night! Oh, and also who we’re going to breakfast with.”

Finally, Ash sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What are you talking about? And what time is it?”

“Um, it’s about 8, I think. Anyways, I did something kind of bad last night. I hooked up with someone.”

“WHAT?! Y/N, you can’t just hook up with people! And it had to have been after like 1 am, and people looking for hook ups at that hour are nothing but trouble! I can’t believe yo-“

“It was GD. As in G-Dragon. As in Kwon Jiyong. The guy we’re supposed to be going to see in concert tonight. The one across the hall,” I rushed, hoping it would catch her up to speed. She froze in place, and I continued. “And he offered us sound check and backstage passes. Oh, and we’re supposed to be going to breakfast with him in like thirty minutes, so get your ass up. I need a shower.”

“I bet you fucking do, you sneaky bitch,” she smiled, the excitement growing on her face. “I can’t believe…I don’t even know how you…you know what, it doesn’t even matter, let’s get going. I’m about to piss myself, I’m so excited.”

“Oh my god, I know! We talked forever last night, and I would get these stupid crazy moments when I would realize who he was and almost cry with joy. He’s totally not as glamorous as his stage presence projects.” I grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt before running to the bathroom to shower. Whoever I saved in my last life sure as hell must have been an important person.

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The rest of the day whipped by in a blurr. Breakfast was nice, but I found myself increasingly shy in front of him and his entourage. His manager and body guard apologized for the day before, but as they knew I was a fan, they still seemed weary of Ash’s and my presence.

We went our separate ways after breakfast for him to go to the venue and us to put on nicer clothes for the soundcheck and the concert. Soundcheck was even cooler than I had expected in seeing Instagram videos, and throughout the day before the concert, we saw Jiyong every now and again. He texted me casually when we weren’t together, and it took everything I had in me to keep from screaming every time my phone dinged with a message.

When the concert began, I was on a cloud way higher than cloud nine. I could never have picked a better concert to attend as my first, and it seemed to rush past me. I was so engrossed in the experience, that I hadn’t noticed one of Jiyong’s body guards approaching Ash and I to take us back stage as the credits rolled.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to Ash as we walked slightly behind the body guard. “This is un-fucking-believable.”

“I know, oh my gosh.”

As we made a corner down a long, people-filled hallway, we were led into an almost empty room furnished lavishly with top-notch couches and chairs. Tae Hee, Jiyong’s manager, lounged on a chair in the corner, quickly looking up from his phone as the door opened. His face was blank as he registered who was coming in the door, giving a small nod before going back to his phone. Ash and I sat awkwardly on one of the couches closest to the door, ready to make a run for it if the situation got too weird.

When the door to what I assumed was the bathroom opened, Ash and I jolted closer to the edge of the couch than we already were.

“Ahh, it’s the ladies from across the hall!” Jiyong’s voice rasped out, a little hoarse. His smile seemed to meet his eyes as they locked with mine, and he soon had his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. When he pulled away, he patted Ash on the shoulder with a warm smile.

“I’m glad you guys were still here when I sent for you.”

“Oh, yeah. Y/N was still awestruck when he came for us,” Ash ratted me out, making Jiyong chuckle.

“Well, what can I say? It really was an amazing show. I was deeply impressed,” I said, trying to lighten the fangirl in me. Unfortunately, Jiyong seemed to think it was fun to torture me.

“Oh? What was your favorite part?”

“I mean, I really enjoyed all of it. I loved your band, great musicians. If I had to choose, I would probably say the part after the monologue when the spotlight suddenly highlights you in the director’s chair. Like, it really had me shook,” I rushed, getting more fan-girlish as I talked.

I could hear Tae Hee scoff, but Jiyong’s laugh made my small frown instantly flip. “So you liked it that much, huh? I’m glad I could make your first concert experience a good one.”

“You made it a great one! She’ll never forget it, believe me,” Ash responded, backing up to sit on the couch and pull out her phone.

Jiyong glanced around the room, noting everyone’s attention being on anything but him and me. He gave me a shy smile as he took my hand and led me to a large chair in a secluded corner of the room.

“Gosh, you’re so pretty,” he said quietly, taking his phone out of his pocket before he sat down. I looked away, mentally taking note of what I was wearing. It was simple; just a pair of rolled up floral embroidered jeans with a KISS 89’ tour t-shirt courtesy of my father’s closet and a pair of simple black vans. It was nothing fancy, yet I felt like the prettiest girl in the world in that moment. I wore little makeup with a small winged eyeliner, and my hair was French-braided at the top of my head in two sections. If anyone else had complimented me in that moment, sweaty from the body heat of the concert, I would have scoffed and rolled my eyes. With Jiyong, however, I couldn’t help but blush and smile widely.

“Oh stop,” I said when I noticed him still staring at me. “It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

“I can’t help it! Besides, you spent all night staring at me, so now it’s my turn.”

“Oh really?” I laughed and he kissed my cheek, us both smiling widely at each other.

“Ugh, I’m so tired,” Jiyong stretched before leaning his body against me with his head on my shoulder. I patted the side of his face and leaned back in the chair.

“I know, I’m tired and I wasn’t even the one putting on a two-hour show. I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling right now.”

He looked back at me and scowled, finally leaning back as well to place his cheek to my chest, lazily putting his arm around my waist. I chuckled and let my hand fall to his head, gently weaving my fingers through his damp hair and massaging his scalp. It was bizarre to me, that I had just met my favorite idol the day before and I frequently found myself in such intimate moments with him. I was far from complaining, sure, but I thought it was just a dream.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Tae Hee spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached Jiyong and I. I made a move to detach myself from him, but Jiyong stayed put, turning his head towards his manager. “We need to get going if we want to get you something to eat.”

“Yes, I agree, you really should go get some food. You need it after the show,” I said, patting Jiyong softly on the head before sitting up.

“Do you guys want to come with us? Are you hungry?”

“No, actually, I think we’re going to go straight back to the hotel. We might order a snack from room-service, but we’re not incredibly hungry. Plus, you guys probably have a lot to go over for your schedule.”

“Ugh, I guess so. Well, you know what, I do have something I need to talk to Tae Hee about. Okay, I guess I’ll see you later. Text me when you get back to your room,” he said, gently grabbing my chin to face him and pressing a small kiss to my lips.

“Uhh, yes, sir.”

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When Jiyong texted me later that night that he had gotten back to his room, Ash was already asleep and I had almost drifted off to dreamland with my phone clutched near my head.

 Ji: Come to my room?

Me: Sure, be there in a minute.

 As soon as I knocked on the door, it was being swung open and I was being tugged inside. His mouth found mine quickly, and we kissed until I finally had to pull away to catch my breath. Jiyong’s eyes were hooded, and I could tell he was beyond tired, so I pulled him to his bed.

“Jiyong, you need to get some sleep. You look so tired, sweetheart.”

He smiled at the pet name and laid himself on the bed, holding out his arm for me to crawl into.

“I know, but I just really wanted to see you again. I know I told you I wanted to take you to that art gallery my friend told me about tomorrow, but I wanted to talk to you about something first tonight.”

He rubbed my arm as I laid my head on his chest, playing with his other hand he had laid on his stomach.

“Yeah? What about?”

“Well, you know that I really like you, right? And I really want to get to know you better, but it’s kind of going to be hard to do with the rest of the tour and the different time zones.”

I hummed in response, gently caressing his larger fingers with mine.

“But, I have an idea,” he continued. “You don’t have to answer tonight, but I will need an answer by tomorrow morning. I was thinking—what if you came with me for the rest of the North American tour? I mean, you can work while you’re traveling, and we could really get to spend some time together. If you don’t want to, I understand, but I just thought it would be cool if you joined me and kept me company. I talked to Tae Hee about it tonight at dinner. And I’ll cover all of your expenses, you’d just have to take extra money if you wanted it. You could go home tomorrow, pack, and take a flight to meet us in Chicago tomorrow night. It’s just a thought, but I do get lonely on tour when I’m by myself, and I really want to spend more time with you so…”

I sat up and stared at him for a second, processing what he was asking me.

“And you can think about it, honestly. It might get a little annoying, because you can’t really be seen too close to me or anything, so if you can’t handle it all, you should take that into consideration. But I’m just really not the type to hook up with someone once. I’m not saying I want to be serious, we did just meet yesterday. And I don’t even think we should be that serious, I just feel like I have to get to know you more…” he rambled on, but I wasn’t entirely focused on what he was saying.

All my life I had made every decision after carefully calculating the outcomes and who it might affect. I’ve been a people pleaser, and I never did anything my parents didn’t want me to. I put myself behind everyone else, just because their smiles seemed to be more important than my own. I wanted to be that person, but deep down, I wanted to be the person who made themselves happy more. I wanted to explore, to learn new things and embrace new cultures. I wanted to live without constantly looking over my shoulder or trying to read people’s emotions. I wanted to experience myself in setting where the only one I needed to worry about was me.

So before I could stop myself, I interrupted Jiyong mid-sentence. “Yes.”

“And I-wait, what? Yes? Does that mean you’ll come with me?” I could see his grin out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head towards him, finally looking him in the eye. “Sure, why not? I could use a few new sceneries to do my boring job.” But I need a getaway more.

He smiled and grabbed my face, placing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m so happy. You don’t know how lonely tour gets sometimes. It’ll be great to have someone accompany me.”

I smiled back, mentally shaking the thoughts and worries that started to swell up inside. “It’ll be fun. But hey, you ought to get some sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted. See you in the morning?”

“Definitely.”

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The next day went by in a flash, and I was quickly boarding a flight to Chicago. As I sat down in my first class seat, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you on the plane yet?” I chuckled at Jiyong’s question, remembering all of the questioning texts he had sent me throughout the day.

“Yes, Jiyong. We just boarded. I texted you.”

“Oh…I just saw it. Well, okay! Did you get packed and everything all right?”

“I guess so. If not, I’ll just be buying some new panties,” I said, trying to make myself sound more chipper than I was feeling.

“Uh, well. You can still do that if you want. And if you need any help deciding what looks good on you, just let me know,” he laughed. “Hey, are you okay? Did it go okay with your parents?”

“Not really, but I’m fine,” I tried to chuckle. “Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just a naïve girl who can’t make smart decisions.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. That morning I had told Jiyong how hard it was to even get to the concert. I had traveled across the country for work multiple times, but somehow, doing something I would find enjoyable for the first time in my life was not okay. I had always been known to act according to what my parents approved of, but this was the first time I actually acted on the ‘you’re an adult’ part instead of the ‘but we really don’t like that you’re doing it’ part. I knew their intentions were good somewhere deep down, but on the surface it was nothing but hypocritical small-town fear of the big world. This time, I was going to show them that I was more than someone who had to rely on other people’s opinions.

“Don’t be, it really isn’t your fault. I’m not regretting the decision to go, I’m just upset at how my parents react to anything. Don’t worry about it, really. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Jiyong. Now I better let you go, we’re about to take off. See you soon!”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting. Bye.”

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The moment I walked into the hotel room, it was as if all my worries and troubles had flown out the window. The room was dimly lit, but the sense of luxury was far from lost. On the bed sat the softest robe I had ever touched, a bottle of wine in the ice bucket, and a menu for room service. On the dresser was a small bouquet of bright flowers and a card addressed to me.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I’m not there, we called a quick meeting to talk about the show tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I will be there by the time you land and get to the hotel. I want you to relax and wind down, because you deserve it. Take a hot shower or bath and get comfortable in the robe. Order something from room service and have a drink. Don’t worry about saving me any, we’ll just order another bottle when I get back. Don’t worry about anything else for today.

I hope you enjoyed the flowers, it was difficult to choose.

-Jiyong

I couldn’t control my smile as I read the last line of his note. I sat down my bags before picking up the flowers and bringing them to my nose. The entire flight, I was internally fighting with myself about whether I should just turn back around and be the good girl I had always been. As I took in the flowers, the note, the robe, and the room in general, however, I was convinced that it was going to be way worth it.

I took the robe into the bathroom to start the water for my shower when I heard the sound of a key being pressed to the door. The moment Jiyong closed the door behind him, I had him in a tight squeeze.

“Oh, hey, I see you made it in alright,” he giggled, placing his hands on my hips.

“I just got here,” I said into his neck. “Thank you for everything. For inviting me, for the flowers, for trying to get me to relax. You don’t know how much I need this. I can’t even explain it to myself.”

Jiyong patted my hair before pulling away to walk further into the room. “Have you eaten yet? Or were you getting in the shower first?”

“No, I was going to get in the shower first. Do you want to order something while I finish up?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. What would you like to eat?” he asked, moving the wine onto the side table before flipping open the room service menu.

“Hmmm. You pick for me,” I said, skipping into the bathroom to quickly take a shower.

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And that’s how the rest of the North American tour went, Jiyong becoming more and more romantic as the time flew by. When it was time to separate again, we kept in touch, texting or calling or even FaceTiming every day. It would have been a lie to say I didn’t grow feelings for him.

He was there through the arguments with my family. He was there when I was asked to become the new CEO and designer for the furniture company my late grandfather had directed to me. He was there when I told my parents I was moving out for good.

He was there for so many events in my life, yet after a good six months talking every day, his texts and calls became less frequent. At first, I thought I understood. He was a busy guy, and I couldn’t blame him for having to prioritize other things over me. When I was relocated to Seoul and found myself at his front door, however, I quickly realized life wasn’t always a fantasy.

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“Y/N, what are you doing here? How did you get here? Why are you in Seoul?” No hello, no how are you. He rattled out questions as soon as he opened the door to his condo.

“Umm, well hello to you, too. The company relocated me here, our market is considerably larger in Europe and South Korea. I just thought I’d drop by and see if you were home,” I replied shyly.

“Yeah, okay, but I mean how did you get here, to my apartment?” the way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable, like I had done something wrong. Or, like I was some crazy fan that followed him all the way back to his home.

“I, uh, you had given me your address last time when I sent you that painting? My grandfather’s apartment, well mine now, is like right across the street, so I thought I’d come by while I had the chance. Should I not be here?”

“No, I mean, it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting you is all. I have a bunch of friends over so maybe we can go to lu-“

“Hey! Y/N, right?” One of Jiyong’s friends popped their head out the door just over his shoulder. We had met in New York, and I was surprised when I heard him say my name. “I haven’t heard much about you in a while. How’ve you been?” He asked, slightly moving himself in between me and Jiyong.

His manner wasn’t as friendly as it had been in New York, and I was beginning to think this was a bad idea. His words stung, and the way he stepped in front of Jiyong had me deducing that he thought me as a possible threat.

“Oh, I’ve been fine. Just moved here on business. Anyways, I guess I better get going,” I said, keeping my eyes anywhere but on Jiyong or his friend. The lump at the bottom of my throat got higher as the seconds passed, and I could feel myself panicking. “I’m sorry I just showed up, I just had the thought and should have called you first. Anyway, I’m gonna go.”

And without waiting for a goodbye, I swiftly made my way down the stairs and across the small street that ran between the two buildings. What was I thinking? And why did my grandpa have to have his apartment so close to Jiyong’s?  As soon as I closed the door behind me, the tears and the anxiety crashed down like a ton of bricks.

I laid on the hardwood floor for a couple of hours until my assistant came to make sure I was settled in. It was hard to interact with someone so nice while feeling so shitty, but Mi Na made it so easy talk to.

As I walked Mi Na to the door, my phone sounded with a message notification. I opened up my phone and my stomach flipped with nerves as I read who it was from.

 Jiyong: Y/N. We need to talk. I’m at the café downstairs with some friends if you would come down.

Me: If you’re sure.

Jiyong: Please. Tae Hee wants to talk to you, too.

 Fucking great. I knew it wasn’t going to be good, but I shakily took myself downstairs anyways.

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I’ll see ya next time! I hope you guys enjoyed this part! Please let me know what you think!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

why do you hate black mirror??

in my I Hate It chart, i don’t really care about this one all that much, but i hate it. i like the Extreme Twilight Zone format as much as everyone but in terms of a premise i never like “what if we tried to speculatively project about the future of technology’s impact and capacities, but we only did so in the realm of a What If A Phone Is………….Bad.” like yeah its totally legitimate to be like, what are the potential risks of this imagined application, but with this its like…….less commentary in the actual ways that tech is used to fuck shit up and more like, selfies are bad, reality shows are Bad, voyeurism is bad. and that could be done without like any pretense of ~The Spooky Future~ or whatever because shits fucked up now. but not coz of selfies. and any part of culture isn’t gonna be universal? like the concept of tech isnt this transcendent experience that is unaffected by constructs like gender/race/class/location………………..it feels like when people make the Future Grim Dystopia that could actually describe any number of real, current systems. but shit like 1984 is like what if this was the experience of white cishet average joe, and its like, yeah wow what if a ruling elite oppressed the working class and stamped down any attempt at opposition with the concept of universal constant surveillance and intimidation and used aggressive propaganda and warmongering in construction of a mythical ahistorical foreign Other to take the heat off of the perpetuators of this system and their benefit from the labor of a working class that is also stratified to further turn on itself. oh man, what if that were real, that would be bad. can’t believe george invented those concepts

that was an embittered tangent about 1984 and the like which is undeserved here because that book is also incredibly boring and i cant believe it has such a crappy forced hetero love story that is just fucking in the woods. just have it be fucking in the woods, not the representative of all True Human Connection. god. and then a third of it is this segue into the book within a book that stalls everything for fucking ages. pacing is shite. anyways enough about that

forget everything above and just skip to this part, maybe. i wouldnt really care if it wasnt kind of posing as this Cautionary Future Warning or whatever, because like, thats not what it is. its just going what if any kind of tech was bad, and here’s a twist probably. and then theres reducing complex tech/entertainment/social media phenomena and structures we have now into a really 2D thing. the Selfies Are Bad thing. and the twist factor grates on me hugely because making a half-plausible projection of some issue but also needing to throw in some kind of shock value aren’t really mutually cooperative. plus, it sounds like it uses violence against women like….A Lot….and for the shock value too. which is just. not good in several ways. plus, again, its just such a limited commentary to look at any trend associated with tech and say “this is vapid and harmful and leading us all to disaster” like…..things are a lot more complex than that. like what if twitter destroys our linguistic capacity. what if these motion detector hand dryers never go off and we have a new social class of damps and arids. its just…….ugh. i wouldnt have an issue really if it wasnt so god damn serious about itself. its the twilight zone + the by now really overcrowded notion that technology is scary. showing people how to be critical about things is great and fine, but thats not really what’s happening. its drama and a story, and if it ever aligns with reality, great, but so does the simpsons all of the time. there’s like…..actually people whose entire job is analyzing trends and development in the tech world and trying to make projections of what direction things will go in and what might be invented and how it might be used and how it would affect people’s lives.

tldr: its just the twilight zone, which is fine, but writers looking at tech and trying to think of how it could be harmful or dangerous and then how to put a plotline to that isn’t the same as people actually making informed analysis about the future of tech and i wish it wasn’t treated as though this show was both. and having all this bad shit happen to women as shocking and dramatic isnt something you can do and act like it happens in a vacuum. plus, i get it, what if the passage of time is relative. also, its not a good twist to say “someone repeats a horrible experience endlessly but they dont get used to it because memories are just alterable because fuck off” coz that just means from their perspective they only go through it once. if we’re going to be talking about perception so damn much

ps despite how long this is i hate a lot of stuff way more, and i’m not like, upset if someone likes it. because its a gd show and i’m not going to pretend any Take is ever objective, and also, the twilight zone and Twists are fine and fun. it’s the part where there’s trying to be taken Way Too Seriously that gets me all bitter and shit. pretensions are a pet peeve of mine severely. and it’s too easy for me to look at any random technology and try to make a grim black mirror episode about it. just be the twilight zone, except not actually as good as the twilight zone

[kandadiff]

Missing (24) - Pleading & Understanding

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Hobi lead me as quietly as he could through the hallways, thankfully most of the attention was downstairs so it didn’t take much time to get to GD’s sacred office. The heavy brown wooden door carved with depictions of dragons looked more intimating then when I first saw it. He shoved me toward a corner putting his hands to my lips to shush me and pointed up. It was just below a vent. He reached his long arms up and clicked something on ... was that a camera? 

“The sound is off and over here they can’t see you.” I nodded but he sighed running his hand through his damp locks. “I can’t approve of you doing this... I swear let me just grab a bag and Jimin and we’ll leave.” I shook my head and he gave another heavy sigh grabbing my shoulders tightly and pulling me toward him pressing his forehead to mine “Please?” his voice was soft as he begged for something I couldn’t give him. I knew Negan was saying some smartass comment but I put the volume down for a reason. “Just coming in here - they’ll kill you. TOP keeps saying he won’t but I know he will. GD keeps making references like you and Katya are already dead and none of the bosses are telling anyone anything.” he sucked in a breath loosing his grip just a bit. “I … I couldn’t do anything before but I’m okay now, I can move, I can fight of I need too but I can’t take all of them and” his eyes and fingers drifted to my bruised neck. The once bright black and blues were fading to a sickly yellow but they were still prominent and he let out a strangled sob. “Look at you, look at what they did to you and I - I caused it. If I hadn’t told them” I grabbed his hands pulling them from my neck, “I can’t protect from all of them if they find you... I will try you have my word but I’m not strong enough and” his eyes went back to my neck “I don’t want to see you hurt. Let me grab Yoongi and Namjoon and Jin and Jimin and We can’t take Jungkook,” he closed his eyes in pain “but we can take Mark-” I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him away from me so he could see all of me. Tears threatened to run from his eyes triggering my eyes to water. 

I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him away from me so he could see all of me. Tears threatened to run from his eyes triggering my eyes to water. “I hear you, I do and I know you would have done anything to avoid this happening but I promised Katya that I would clean up the mess GD started. She left me in charge of that and I won’t go back on it.” He let out another cry and looked away from me. “But Hobi please don’t think I’m turning my back on you. I never have. I never will. I can’t leave with you yet, maybe one day but not today. Not until I finish what I started. Then when I’m done. I promise you and I can go somewhere, Japan, China, the Philippines, anywhere you want.” 

A few tears streaked down his face as he shook his head. “GDragon is the only one with a key in there, the door automatically locks as soon as you close it. If he catches you in there I can’t help you. I won’t be able to help you.”

“Then he won’t catch me.” I said wiping away a few tears with my gloved hands. His eyes pleaded for me not to go but I knew he could tell I was unmoving. So his eyes were cast down to the ground unable to look at me.

“The vents lead into the office. I don’t know which path to take.” I nodded for a moment the air was thick with emotion and he quickly stepped closer to me and pulled me in tight, pressing my body to him and placing a gentle but passionate kiss on my lips. The kiss didn’t last long but it lingered with unresolved feelings and unsaid things that he just couldn’t get out right now. A rustling farther down the hallway caught our attention and he reached up pressing on the vent until it opened. I hoisted myself up on his shoulders and silently slipped in the metal tubing, replacing the vent as quietly as I could as I watched him look up at me with tear-stained eyes and he mouthed ‘be careful.’ I didn’t know if he could see me or not but I nodded as I retreated into the dark metal tubing hearing Jungkook’s voice coming from where I once was asking Hoseok what was wrong. 

-

“See they aren’t all bad” Amber whispered into the quiet van. Everyone who wasn’t outside was staring at the screen as though it was a soap opera looking from the screen to Negan to Shawn to Amber back to the screen. Both Negan and Shawn were silent for a moment terrifying everyone in the truck including Amber who was afraid that maybe she spoke to soon. 

“That fucker lives, remember his face everyone. If we invade that asshole is safe.” was all that came out of Negan’s foul mouth easing some of the fear in the car.

Shawn however was effected in a different way. It was easy for him to picture GD as a monster. In thinking of GD like this he also pictured much of the Red Dragon as similar monsters, all like GD, all sharing his ideologies and philosophy, all of them chanting the motto “With Fire and Blood”, all too eager to hurt the people he cared about. It always was easy to picture your enemies as horrible, vile creatures, it made hurting them easier. Deep down he knew this couldn’t be true, not all the time. You had stayed with the Red Dragon for a while and you had a reason for it. He didn’t want to think about GD being an actual human, no he wanted to keep his rage for the older man in tact but what about that girl that spoke up for you at the meeting? Lilly? Lana? Lisa? She couldn’t be all bad, her tears seemed genuine.  

He ran his hand through his hair thinking of the good times you must've had with these people. He pictured you probably laughing and joking around with that girl from the meeting. Cheering her up when she needed it and what about that other boy? He recognized him from some the social media he managed to bypass before you blocked him on everything. What was his name? Yuji? Yugi? He remembered you posting a few pictures of him and  you watching some superhero movie and a video of you two just joking around in Korean, your laugh warming his head. Your laugh probably did the same for that boy. He glanced back at his friend and saw she printed out a photo of the boy who poured his feelings out and tried to convince me not to go but helped anyway. At first Shawn thought it was a ploy to keep me out of the room but the more he spoke the desperation in his voice became clearer. Shawn’ s thoughts once again circled around the meeting and how desperate the girl sounded to just see you again, not because you were GD’S ‘porcelain doll’ but because she missed you... just as much as Shawn did. Just as much as that man missed me. 

‘No way i’m helping you destroy the red dragon.’ He felt your words echo through his head as he stared absent-mindedly at the screen. Of course you didn’t want to, not because you were still in love with GD (at least he hoped not) but because you had friends there - real friends, people you would miss if they died. People you’d hate him for if he killed them. He had to have the conversation with you too, but how the hell was he going to ask you to pick and chose which ones not to hurt? He envied his father for a moment at least he got a ready made list. He inwardly groaned trying to think of the conversation that he had to have with you. ‘hey adi, which people from Red Dragon do you want to save because I can’t save all of them. don't hate me though, that's just how things are.’ he was getting a headache.

“She's in.” Amber said and he focused on the screen thankful for the distraction.

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“Okay” I whispered to myself as I dropped in the corner by the fireplace and turned the volume back up and looked around. It was impressive, GD’s office definatly showed his personality. It was opulent, eccentric and full of rich colors. I looked back up at the vent a little disappointed, to get back up there I would have to hop from the couch onto the mantal then pull myself up into the vent. I didn’t want to admit it but my side was starting to hurt slightly. 

“How are you feeling, princess?” Negan asked as i walked over to the large wooden desk carved with dragon designs like the door. Even his desk looked crazy. 

“I’m fine.” I lied just wanting to plant the bugs and leave. I placed one under the comfy desk chair and another just above the door and placed a bug in the computer. 

“Just wait a few minutes for it to load.” Amber said as I leaned on the desk “and as soon as its done you can get out.”

“Okay” I whispered just waiting for the red bar to turn blue, but my thoughts weren’t fully here. I tried not to think of Negan’s reaction to Hobi’s kiss, or the tears that left him as he poured out his feelings. I wasn’t dense, I knew how Hobi truly felt about me but I did not think he’d ever leave the Red Dragon behind, he even knew Jungkook couldn’t come. Not with the bunny boy basically under GD’s thumb. He words replayed over in my head and how fast he was willing just to grab a bag and just leave ... of course taking my poor hamtaro with us. The healing wounds from my chain started to ache and I inwardly cursed myself for not taking pain meds before I left. The stupid bar was still only half full so I made myself busy going through GD’s desk. Thankfully since his office was always locked and he had the only key, his desk had no locks on it. 

“Anything good?” Shawn asked and i shook my head. Boring papers of accounting, casino dealings, numbers and named in Korean littered the drawers, the computer dinged “Its done.” I huffed and closed the drawer. THUMP! Wait. I opened the drawer again and closed it. THUMP! The drawer was hitting something. 

“What did you find, baby?” Negan asked and I carefully pulled out the drawer fully and peered in the empty slot. A small blue journal like book with a lock was hidden in the desk. I grabbed at it and looked closely, the books cover was blank and a small thick lock prevented me from seeing what's inside, the lock wasn’t complicated I could probably undo it in a few minutes. 

CREAK! The nose cought my attention and I shot up. That voice did not come from me. It must be the camera’s. I felt my heart start to race and I tucked the notebook into my shirt and quickly placed the drawer back. CREAK! “shit” I whispered grabbing the USB and ran toward the couch. God my side hurt. I heard a key enter the lock and quickly jumped on the couch, then the mantel and with whatever energy I had left pulled myself into the vents, quickly fixing it over the square opening just as the door opened and GD and TOP walked in. 

I held my breath trying to steady it before they heard me breathing, they were speaking in Korean but my side ached to much for me to focus on what they were saying. I flattened myself out and slowly started to army crawl as I heard CL and Seungri enter the room. “Try and calm down, princess. Take your time, you did good.” I nodded but remembered he couldn’t see me but God it was so damn hot in these vents... no I can do this. I breathed slowly and moved through the vents even slower. I’m not sure how long it was before they spoke to me again but Simon’s voice came through in my ear.

“Kid, I’m not trying to rush you but It’s starting to come down fast and I don’t know how long you have until it stick enough where you’ll start making footprints.” I peered down the closest vent and saw I was just over Yoongis room. I pressed my ear down but heard a soft muffle of a noise but it was to steady to be a voice.

I jumped down carefully and saw what I heard, the TV was on and sitting on the small couch was a sleeping Suga, his head thrown back in exhaustion and I couldn’t help but think of the videos Jimin used to send me of him catching the older boys sleeping just to tease him. I threw a blanket over him and ran my hand softly though his hair. “keep this one safe too Negan, he helped me get to you.”

“Okay,” He replied coolly and I made my way over to the window. I could make it back to the roof by balancing on the thick metal railing. I could get over it pretty quickly. The wind whipped in chilly as I opened it looking down at the fall and sighed. “Be careful.”

“Nothing is ever easy huh?” I whispered and shivered, the cold wind chilling the room. “Okay let's do this.” I grabbed the window frame and was about to hoist myself up when I heard a groggy sleepy voice. At first I panicked before I registered who it was.

“Kay?” I turned back seeing the sleepy face of Suga, he blinked as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and I smiled. “Are you a ghost?” he sat up rubbing his eyes “Did you die?” I gave a chuckle and hoisted myself up on the windowsill, his eyes went wide and he shivered.

“Keep yourself and Joon safe, gummy, I’ll see you soon.” He rubbed his eyes again but I didn’t stay to answer his questions. I made my way on the railing shutting the window behind me and running across it as fast as I could back on the roof. “Simon” I whispered in the head piece looking out for him, but he was right, the Snow was coming down faster and large fat snowflakes were coming down from the clouds. 

“I can see ya, kid, come down here’ I got you covered.”

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