#g dragon fic

[maskedcrawford]

Emotional Support

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Life gets heavy at times, Jiyong tries to help.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and some suicidal thoughts, angst with fluff at the end, established relationship. Sweet ending.

A/N: Wasn't requested but I hope you guys can enjoy it.

You’re sitting there, staring at the glass in your hand, shards poking out of your skin violently. Your chest is heaving up and down. You went out to your friends car lot late at night with nothing but rage and a baseball bat. You were hell bent on destroying something and your friend mentioned weeks ago that there were plenty of junk cars that he’d taken in.

You just couldn’t do it anymore, the pressure was too much. Be this for someone, act like that for someone else, do this and do that. It all became an overwhelming weight that moved you closer and closer to your breaking point.

You’d taken the bat and beat the car, slashed the tires, broken the tail lights, and the final blow was the window you finally punched through after many attempts, causing the window to splinter into your hand and purple and red markings to appear.

You stared at it for a minute, briefly wondering if you’d bleed out if you removed a shard, and part of you was willing to do it. And if it wouldn't cause you to bleed out, well you knew how to do it. To escape the pressure of life and all it had brought on you. It was too much and you felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel. The only sweet release that could possibly there was death.

But instead, you reach for your phone in your back pocket and you call Jiyong, your boyfriend.

His phone rings and he answers it, barely awake at 2 am.

“Ji, I need help,” you choke.

“Where are you?” He’s all ready up, putting on his shoes.

“The old car lot,” you sigh.

“Is anyone with you?” He shuts the door behind him and runs down the hall.

“No, but I hurt myself.” Your sobbing is now more prevalent.

“I’ll be there soon, just stay there.” He says before clicking off the phone.

-

He walks around the junk yard, his eyes landing on you crouched on the dusty ground staring at your hand as the river of red DNA seeps into it.

“Baby what the hell did you do?” He bends down at your level and your eyes are red from tears, your body is shaking from the anxiety.

“I needed to blow off steam,” you quiver.

“Jagiya,” he breathes out heavily.

“I think I need stitches,” you whimper. Jiyong carefully takes your hand and examines it.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” His face mirrors an image of pity as he helps you up.

“It’s just getting to be too much, I don’t know what else to do. Every emotion feels so explosive. Like it takes over my entire being.” Stray tears fall from your eyes as he walks you to the car.

“Maybe we need to get you to a therapist.”

“I don’t have time for that, the company wants me on a world tour in 3 weeks.” You huff as you sit in the passenger seat, ridding to the hospital.

At the hospital, your hand is x rayed and it’s broken in a few places. Once the glass is removed your hand is littered with small cuts and large gashes. Jiyong holds your hand as you get the multiple numbing shots. Putting that into a broken hand was a new kind of pain.

“We have to do something for you,” he whispers as he kisses the side of your head.

“Like what? My options are pretty limited.” You mumble as they start to stitch your hand up. It’s not long before the stitches are done.

“What if I come out with you?” he smiles and you ponder the idea ever so briefly.

“You have your own tour,” you say and he nods.

“What if we do a teletherapy thing for you. Y/n, you have to talk to someone,” he pleads.

“It’s hard when most people don’t understand the pressure,” you admit quietly. Many times people would tell you you're over reacting, or that it's all in your head. Or to simply get over it.

“I’m not going to leave you like this,” he warns as the two of you leave the hospital.

“You don’t have much of a choice.” You say as you both get in the car.

-

The weeks go by and it’s the day before your tour starts. You and Jiyong have barely talked about the incident at the car lot or why you’ve been feeling like life is too much.

"I need to know you're ok," he says quietly entering the room that late morning.

"Jiyong it is what it is."

"That's not the approach to take to this." he sighs.

"I don't know what you want from me." He sits on the bed beside the suit case.

"I want you to be ok."

"If I just could be, I would be." you mutter.

"I'll be fine, Jiyong. I just need," you trail off thinking of the word, "Time."

-

"Hey, Jagi," Jiyong bounces into the room.

"You're happy," you say with suspicion.

“I am, because I had an idea,” he throws his arms around your waist and your back is pressed to his chest.

“Which is,” you ask.

“We get you an emotional support dog!” His voice is high pitched and you turn around to look at him.

“Jiyong, I leave tomorrow, besides doesn’t that take like, training and letters and stuff?”

“That’s a service dog. ESAs are totally different. And I know you leave tomorrow, leave that part to me.” He smirks mischievously.

-

You and Jiyong meet with your label the next morning to check out the tour bus you’ll be ridding in the next few months.

“This is really cool. Look a tv and an actual bed for you to sleep on instead of a bunk!” he shouts. That’s when you hear it.

RUFF

And Jiyong shushes the sound.

“Oppa?” You call out.

“Yes?” he comes out of the bedroom with a too wide grin on his face.

“What’d you do?”

“I don’t know what,” suddenly a larger body maneuvers its way between Jiyong's legs and looks up at you.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp as you see the dog.

“You like?” He asked and you bend down immediately petting the sweet animal.

“He’s perfect!” you ruffle his ears which he leans into.

“His name is Soldier,” Jiyong comments.

“Cute,” you grin at the dog who’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth.

“What about the label?”

“I took care of that. Basically told them that if they didn’t let you have him, you wouldn’t be working there anymore,” Jiyong casually shrugs to himself.

“Jiyong, I swear,” you giggle.

“It’s not a permanent solution, but you do better when you around animals so. This way I won’t feel so worried when you’re out there killing it on stage every night.” You stand up and your lips meet for a precious kiss.

“Thank you,” you smile.

“It’s my pleasure, baby.”

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𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 4)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Please read the warnings before continuing this part of the story. If you are uncomfortable with the contents in this story, please don't hesitate to DM me for a quick summary of what happens without going into detail! You are responsible for the content you read and your triggers. MDNI 18+

Also, I have always openly been pro-choice and supportive of women's reproductive freedoms so if that bothers you at all, this isn't the blog for you.

synopsis: Y/n receives some unsettling news. The weight of all her past decisions and now future ones are weighing down on her. But her boyfriend is there for her no matter what.

warnings: ABORTION (pill form), side effects of the pill (cramping, bleeding, vomiting), language, a bit of self-loathing, fluffy fluff, Seunghyun being the sweetest man in the world

wc: 3.8k+

The last month with Seunghyun had been nothing short of magic. You floated through your days on a cloud of warmth and laughter, your cheeks aching from the constant smile he effortlessly drew from you. He had a way of making the world feel lighter, of making you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t even realized you craved.

He loved helping you with your designs, offering input that was sometimes playful, sometimes insightful, but always supportive. And in return, you adored watching him practice his choreography, mesmerized by the way he moved—fluid, powerful, effortless. It was impossible not to be captivated by him. And when he was in the studio, his deep, melodic voice wrapping around lyrics like honey, you sat in quiet admiration, drinking in every note.

You were in awe every single day that this man was yours.

But while your world revolved around Seunghyun, Jiyong remained in the background, distant and unreadable. He only spoke to you when necessary, his words clipped and formal. You barely noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when you laughed at Seunghyun’s jokes, or the way his jaw tensed when you beamed at the older man like he hung the stars.

Jiyong wondered—if he had treated you differently, if he had just let himself be softer with you, would you be looking at him that way instead?

But life was good. You were happy.

Until your annual physical changed everything.

The doctor’s words echoed in your head, reverberating like the aftershock of an explosion.

Eight weeks pregnant.

Your fingers clutched at the crinkling paper beneath you as though it could ground you, keep you from unraveling completely. Your lungs felt too tight, like the walls were closing in, like the ceiling was pressing down on you.

"Y/n?" The doctor’s voice was gentle, too gentle, as if she hadn’t just detonated a grenade at your feet. "Are you okay?"

No. No, you were not okay.

"I…" The word barely made it past your lips, strangled and weak. Your mouth was dry, your throat constricted by an invisible force. "I can’t be pregnant."

But the test said otherwise.

The doctor knelt beside you, her fingers curling around your trembling hand, offering comfort that felt both too much and not enough all at once. "You have options," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin.

Options. That was the cruelest part, wasn’t it? That this wasn’t some nightmare you could wake up from, some mistake you could erase. It was real. And there was only one way to make it unreal.

A single tear slid down your cheek. Then another. You swiped at them angrily, disgusted with yourself for crying when all you felt was terror.

"I need it gone," you whispered, the words barely audible. "I can’t do this. Please."

"Okay," the doctor said softly. "Take a deep breath for me."

You obeyed, though it did little to steady the storm inside you.

"If this is what you want, you have two choices," she continued.

"O-Okay…" Your voice shook.

"You’re still early enough to take a pill. You can do it at home if that would be easier for you."

"What’s the other option?"

"A procedure at the clinic. You’d need someone to drive you home. Is your partner in the picture?"

You hesitated. The question shouldn’t have felt like a knife in your chest, but it did.

"Uhm… he—he’s not the father."

The doctor nodded, not pressing for details. "I see. Well, if you prefer, I can get you the pill today. Otherwise we will have to make an appointment for you to come back."

"Can I-" You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. "Can I do it tonight?"

"Yes. I’ll give you the first dose here, and you’ll take the second at home later on. You will experience cramping, bleeding—it’s normal. But if anything feels off, call us immediately. I’d like to see you again next week to check in."

"Okay." Your voice was barely more than breath.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

You nodded quickly, desperation clawing at your insides. "Yes. Yes, please. I need to do this."

The doctor nodded, offering a sympathetic smile before she disappeared for a moment, returning with a small paper cup and a bottle of water. "First, take these."

You hesitated, staring at the tiny pills resting in your palm. The weight of them felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.

Then, before you could change your mind, you swallowed them down.

She handed you a box, containing the pills for later. “Take these at 7 pm. It could take about 1 to 4 hours to start experiencing pain. Everyone is different.” She explained. “Here’s everything you can expect to happen. And I wrote down our 24-hour line if you have any questions.” She said, handing you some paperwork and pamphlets.

“Thank you.”  

By the time you reached your car, the numbness cracked, giving way to an avalanche of emotion. You let out a guttural scream, raw and broken, gripping the steering wheel as sobs wracked your body.

You hadn’t seen this moment coming. But your own careless actions had led you here, and now it was yours to bear. Alone. Or so you thought…

You made it back to your apartment in a daze, collapsing onto the couch, the stack of papers and pamphlets feeling like a lead weight in your lap. Your eyes were red, swollen, your chest tight with grief you didn’t know how to process.

You had no idea what to do or how to make this okay. There was only one person who could make this feel even a fraction less unbearable.

With shaky fingers, you picked up your phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, baby! How was the doctor?" Seunghyun’s voice was soothing, filled with warmth and love.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Seunghyun…"

His tone shifted instantly. "Baby, what’s wrong?"

"I… I need you." Your voice cracked. Tears welled up again, threatening to spill over.

"I’m on my way." His response was immediate, resolute. You could hear the rustling of his jacket, the jingle of keys. "Fifteen minutes, Jagi. Just hold on, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, clinging to the phone like a lifeline. "Th-Thank you…"

The wait was agonizing. You sat in suffocating silence, playing out the conversation in your head, the shame curling in your gut like a living thing. What would he say? Would he still want you? The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. But here you were, knocked up by someone else. Not just anyone else, but his best fucking friend.

A soft knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You wiped at your face with your sleeves before getting up to open it.

Seunghyun stood there, slightly out of breath, offering you a small, apologetic smile. "I didn’t have time to get you a flower," he murmured. "Sorry, Jagiya."

The dam broke. You fell into his arms, sobbing against his chest as he held you, his embrace firm, unyielding.

"It’s okay," he murmured, running a soothing hand down your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

And that only made you cry harder.

He guided you to the couch, keeping you wrapped in his warmth, waiting patiently until your breathing evened out. Then, he pulled back just enough to cup your face, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks.

"Sweet girl," he murmured, "tell me what happened."

"I fucked up," you choked out. "I fucked up bad."

"I doubt that," he said gently.

You inhaled shakily, glancing at the table where the pills and paperwork sat. "You know how you said our past doesn’t define us?"

"Of course."

You hesitated, then exhaled. "I was with someone before we got together.” You explained slowly. “It wasn’t serious. He was a prick, honestly…"

Seunghyun followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the mess of papers. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at until he saw the word Abortion written boldly across a pamphlet. Understanding dawned in his expression.

"You’re pregnant," he said softly.

He was silent for a minute, processing the news he had just uncovered. You stared at him with glossy eyes, waiting for him to say something. Anything. 

Then, he reached for your hand “Okay…so what happens next? What did the doctor say?”

You looked at him, puzzled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t storming out, calling you a whore. He was calm.

“I, uhm…I’m not keeping it.” You said. You took a deep breath. “The doctor gave me pills at the appointment. I have to take these ones at 7…”

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“She said there will be cramping…and bleeding…”

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you however I can.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “You-You’re not mad at me?”

"Accidents happen," he said, squeezing your fingers. "If this is what you want, I’ll be here. If you’d chosen differently, I’d be here too."

You sniffled again. “I really don’t deserve you.” You said sadly. 

“Don’t say things like that.” He said, pulling you close. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, clinging to him tightly. You couldn’t believe how calm he was. He didn’t even ask about who you were with before. You just couldn’t believe how perfect he was. You never wanted to do anything to hurt him, ever. 

That’s why Jiyong had to stay a secret.

-

As the night wore on, an unexpected sense of clarity settled over you. The earlier panic had dulled into something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or just exhaustion. Either way, you felt more sure of your decision than you had before.

Seunghyun had been by your side the entire time, slipping out only to grab a few things—a heated blanket, some soft foods, and a stuffed bunny he thought might bring you comfort. It was small, gray with floppy ears, the kind of thing a child might cling to. And yet, as he handed it to you with a gentle smile, your fingers closed around it instinctively, as if it could somehow anchor you.

He had taken the time to read through every page of the instructions and pamphlets, wanting to understand what to expect, making sure you had everything you needed, ensuring you’d be as comfortable as possible. It was such a small thing, but it made your chest ache. He was trying so hard to take care of you, to protect you from something he couldn’t possibly fix. And God, you loved him for it.

Dinner was light—just something to put in your stomach so you wouldn’t take the pills on an empty one. But eating felt like a chore, each bite turning to sawdust in your mouth. Seunghyun practically had to coax you into finishing your meal, his eyes full of silent understanding. No words, just patience.

Afterward, you curled up in his lap, tucking your head against his chest as the two of you watched a movie. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing slow, comforting circles against your back. Every now and then, he placed a soft kiss on your temple, your cheek—reminders that he was there, that you weren’t alone.

It lulled you into a drowsy peace, your body sinking further into his warmth, until—

“Jagi…” His voice was a whisper against your hair. “It’s almost 7.”

Your stomach twisted violently, the words alone had the power to unsteady you. You sat up slowly, pulling the heated blanket around yourself, gripping the stuffed bunny to your chest. Your hair was tousled, your face still puffy from the tears you’d shed earlier, but none of that mattered.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Seunghyun cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before pressing a lingering kiss against it. “I’ll get you some water.”

As he got up, your eyes landed on the box sitting on the coffee table. You reached for it, turning it over in your hands, as if staring at it long enough would change what was inside. The first dose had been easy—nothing had changed yet. But this? This would be final. This would put an end to the madness you had created.

You sighed.

A family. Children. It had never been something you seriously considered before. Your career has always been your focus, your schedule too chaotic to even entertain the thought. But now, for the first time, you wondered—if you had thought about it before, would you have been more careful? Would you have stopped yourself from being so reckless with Jiyong?

But there was no use in wondering. What’s done is done, and all you could do now was face the consequences and make your decision.

At least you didn’t have to do it alone.

“Okay, here you go…” Seunghyun murmured, handing you the glass of water as he settled back beside you.

“Thanks…” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Silence stretched between you. Seunghyun sat awkwardly as you stared down at the pills in your palm, unsure of how to help. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to make this easier, and you could see the helplessness in his eyes.

A tear slid down your cheek, unbidden. You weren’t even sure why. Was it fear? Anger? The fact that you hadn’t even hesitated in your decision? Or maybe… guilt.

How would Jiyong react if he knew?

He could never know.

“Am I a bad person?” The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it. You kept your eyes locked on the pills, afraid to meet Seunghyun’s gaze. “Am I… am I a bad person for doing this?”

“Oh, Jagi…” Seunghyun sighed, shifting closer. “Of course not. It’s a hard decision, but only you know if it’s the right one. Does it feel right?”

You exhaled shakily. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so. I’m not ready for kids. Especially with...” You trailed off.

“And that’s okay.” He said. He didn’t push for answers. He didn’t want to know.

Your breath hitched slightly. “Can this stay between us?”

Seunghyun took your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I won’t tell a soul.”

For the first time that night, you truly smiled. It was small, but it was there. And somehow, that tiny gesture gave you the final push you needed.

Without another word, you popped the pills into your mouth and took a long drink of water, swallowing them down in one go. You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie and exhaled.

“C’mere,” Seunghyun murmured, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you scooted into his embrace, letting him tuck you back against him as the movie played on in the background.

You felt yourself start to doze off again, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, you could sleep through the night.

But that hope shattered an hour and a half later.

A violent wave of nausea hit you so hard it was disorienting. Your stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in your throat with alarming speed.

“Oh, God…” you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the couch, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut just in time.

The retching was brutal. Your entire body trembled as you clung to the toilet, heaving until there was nothing left inside you. Tears burned your eyes, your throat raw from the force of it. The room spun, and for a brief moment, you thought you might pass out.

After what felt like forever, you finally slumped back against the cold tile floor, utterly spent.

"Y/n?" Seunghyun’s voice was muffled through the door. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

You took a shaky breath. “I’m okay…” Your voice was hoarse. “I just… I just need a minute.”

A pause. Then, gently, “Okay… Let me know if you need anything.” He wasn’t sure what else he could say. He felt helpless standing on the other side of the door as you sat in pain.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion settling in deep. “Thank you…”

This was going to be a long night.

And it was.

The hours passed in uncomfortable waves. The nausea came once more before the cramping set in, sharp and relentless. You curled up on the couch, wincing as each wave of pain rolled through you, trying to focus on the TV for a distraction. It didn’t work.

Seunghyun stayed close, his hand resting softly on your stomach, tracing slow, careful circles in an attempt to soothe the ache. It didn’t stop the pain, but the warmth of his touch was grounding.

And then, it happened.

You knew. Not just because of the blood. You could feel it—the shift, the emptiness, the finality of it all.

You sat on the floor of your shower, your knees pulled to your chest as the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of the day. Washing away the last piece of Jiyong.

You hated yourself for it, but you breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness that still cloaked the room. The faintest traces of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft shadows against the walls. The quiet hum of the city outside was distant, muffled, as if the world itself had slowed to match the exhaustion weighing down your body.

But the ache in your abdomen refused to let you rest any longer. A dull, persistent cramping settled low in your stomach, an unwelcome reminder of everything you had endured the night before.

Yet, wrapped in Seunghyun’s arms, you felt safe.

His strong arm draped over you protectively, anchoring you to him. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm against your back, his warmth cocooning you in a way that made the pain feel a little less sharp. You weren’t ready to move just yet. You weren’t ready to leave this moment.

You burrowed deeper into him, your body instinctively seeking out his comfort, your fingers lightly tracing the arm around your waist.

A sleepy murmur came from behind you. “How are you feeling?”

His voice was hoarse with sleep, rough around the edges in a way that sent warmth curling through your chest.

You exhaled softly. “It still hurts a little… but it’s not as bad.”

He shifted slightly, tightening his hold on you as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a silent reassurance. “Can I get you anything?”

You hesitated. The answer was yes—there were a hundred things you could have asked for. A heating pad, another blanket, tea… something to help fill the empty space inside you.

But more than anything, you just wanted him.

“Just… hold me a little longer,” you whispered, barely audible in the quiet room.

“I can hold you all day, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I already told everyone we wouldn’t around today.”

That made you stir slightly, turning your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “What did you tell them?”

He chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your skin. “Food poisoning.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you did.”

“I had to come up with something, Jagiya. You think I was gonna tell them I wanted to stay home and cuddle my girl all day?” He teased, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

Your heart swelled at his words. My girl.

You shifted in his arms, turning fully to face him. He instinctively slid his hand to your hip, keeping you close. His face was still heavy with sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction, his lips slightly swollen. His puffy, half-lidded eyes met yours, full of unspoken devotion.

God, he was beautiful.

“Morning, Angel,” he murmured, his fingers brushing softly against your side.

You smiled, lifting a hand to smooth down the unruly strands of his hair. “Morning.”

Seunghyun leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something different in the air between you—something heavy, something unspoken.

Your throat tightened as the words formed at the tip of your tongue, pressing against your lips. Was it too soon? Should you wait?

But the truth sat so heavily in your chest that holding it in any longer felt impossible.

“Seunghyun, I—” You paused, gathering your thoughts, trying to find the right way to say it. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air between you, fragile yet absolute.

His eyes widened slightly, the sleepiness dissipating in an instant. “You do?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Yeah, I do. And what you did for me last night… you didn’t have to do that. But you did. And I just—” You exhaled, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I—”

Seunghyun cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, lingering, full of emotion that words couldn’t quite capture. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment, like he had been holding onto those same words, just waiting for you to say them first.

You melted into him, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, grounding you, steadying you.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless smile playing at his lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.” His voice was steady, sure—like he had never been more certain of anything in his life.

Your breath hitched slightly. You had hoped for it, but hearing him say it sent a warmth through you that chased away all the darkness lingering in your mind.

“Seeing you go through that last night…” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “It broke my heart. I hate seeing you in pain. I just—I’m just glad you trusted me enough to let me be there for you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness or guilt. They were from the overwhelming love you felt for the man in front of you.

You had no idea what you had done to deserve this. To deserve him.

But God, you were grateful.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb tracing over the stubble that shadowed his jaw. “I know it’s a lot to ask… but… can we never talk about it again?” Your voice was small, hesitant. “I just want to move forward… with you. Only you.”

Seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He smiled softly, tilting his head to press another lingering kiss to your lips.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “Just you and me now, yeah?”

You nodded, letting yourself sink back into his embrace. “Just you and me.”

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[eru-vande]

PLEASE, NO

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Summary: a type of surprise a true Tumblr person (aka all of us lol) won't be happy about

A/N: this is a crack fic but i'm still in awe we collectively decided that this have never happened

Trigger warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

"Jagia, I have something to show you!"

Jiyong busted into your living room, startling you while you were eating your 2pm breakfast, comfortably spread out on the sofa, the bowl with milk and cornflakes in your hands, nearly spilling everything on yourself when Jiyong jumped in front of you, smile hysterically wide.

"I bought a new car for us, baby!"

The way you literally choked on your cornflakes made Jiyong laugh. You stood up on the wobbly mattress, trying to balance, eyes resembling two black holes glued to Jiyong, who was already holding you to prevent from falling and spilling everything.

"A car???" You knew Jiyong l-o-v-e-s cars, but you thought he will announce it beforehand, so you could brag about it and tease him and just be the passenger princess in waiting. "Where? What car? Is it Porshe? Bugatti?.."

You tried to guess, but at every brand you named Jiyong was shaking his head. Was it a "no" or was it "I won't tell you", you couldn't tell, but your anticipation took over you.

"I wanna see!" you shoved the bowl into Jiyong's hands, jumping off the sofa and running to the wardrobe to change your pajamas to something at least a bit presentable. His laughter resonating through the rooms.

"So, is it... Is it... Is it a sport car? Or a family-like car?" you screamed from the garderobe, straggling with tugging the turtleneck over your head.

"It's better, baby!" Jiyong was being mysterious as always.

"I'm ready!" You sprinted out of the room to Jiyong, childlike smile shining on your face as you tried your best to act normal.

Jiyong smirked, looking you up and down. "All pretty for the good ride?"

You almost squealed yes, but kept it together.

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"Okay, Jagi, wait!" Jiyong's laughter ringed though the underground parking just in time. You stopped, looking back at him as he was running towards you. "Wait, don't spoil the surprise."

He covered your eyes with his hands, placing his chin on your shoulder and guiding you to the right place, one step at a time.

"Just a few more steps, Jagiya."

You fingers were curled around Jiyong's, you felt his chest on your back as he was pushing you forward. You squirmed, laughing, and he felt your cheeks lifting up by your smile.

"Okay, ready?" He whispered, the nod followed immediately after. "Isn't she absolutely amazing?"

He opned your eyes and jumped to the side to be able to see your face.

Your smile dropped as soon as you saw THIS.

You blinked a few times, zoning in on the car, scanning it through and through, zero words leaving your mouth as you parted your lips and closed them again.

Slowly, you looked at Jiyong, then back at the car, and back at Jiyong.

"Please, no." you couldn't even say it, the air escaping your lungs carried the words barely audibly. "Tell me it's a prank, tell me you did not buy... It..."

Your vague gestures at the miserable image of the real car, the ridiculous vehicle, monstrous deathtrap sent cold waves of shivers down Jiyong's neck. "Jagi, you don't like it?"

He pouted. He pouted and he thought it was going to help him drag you into liking the peace of metal wrap, but even from the thought of liking it your face visibly shivered.

"Yeobo, I know you love to turn your every public appearance into a massive scene, but this," you gestured dramatically at the car not daring to look at it. "this is too much!"

The huge ass Tesla Cybertruck was parked in Jiyong's parking, almost two times as huge as his Rolls Royce and billion times more ugly and tasteless.

Jiyong's face went blank. You could spot a little panic, but overall, blank. He thought you would like it, you liked everything high-end and hyped up. Cybertruck was just like that. The only Cybertruck in Seoul. The most hot item worldwide and your man just got it. Impressive, one of a kind, some magic stuff he thought your reaction to that would be.

"But Jagi!.." he trotted to the car, looking ridiculous standing near this huge peace of metal, the tiniest man to ever live on that planet. "Let's have a ride, it's so nice in there!"

He opned the passenger door, shaking his head in the direction of the seat, but you only huffed, crossing your hands on your chest.

"You won't drag my ass into that car!"

"But Jagi, who will be my passenger princess?" he groaned, eyes pleading with you, but his teary veiled calf-like cutie eyes are not strong enough to move you.

"Ask Zoa." You turned around on the tips of your sneakers, making a few steps towards the elevator. "But no, you know what? I won't risk my baby, ask Soohyuk instead, he'll gladly be your passenger princess, you're guys are ride or die."

When you pressed the elevator button, you darted a glare at Jiyong. "Just don't die for real, please."

You left him standing alone in the chilly parking lot, puzzled, absolutely stanned. Jiyong watched as you disappeared in the elevator, not a single word escaping his bewildered mind.

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"Why?"

The door blew open, almost shattering the wall with it's handle.

"Jagi, why?"

Jiyong ran into the living room, where you were sitting with your laptop, searching something on the net. He stood behind the table, panting and squirming, his hands froze in the mid air.

Man truly couldn't figure out what was so incredibly wrong with that car. Uh. You groaned, lifting your gaze from the laptop screen to Jiyong slowly, giving him time to understand how annoyed you were with this stupid car.

"First of all," you looked him dead in the eyes, sending a shiver to run down Jiyong's neck. "we do not support Elon Musk in this house. Second of all," you turned the laptop to Jiyong, gesturing him to take a look. "this car is a fucking deathtrap, Jiyong. Kill it before it kills you, I beg you."

Jiyong devoured the articles you have found, each and every one of them about how someone died inside the car, either from the car blowing up or it's door locking, not letting the driver to get out. His face visibly shivered, his upper lip curling in a mix of disbelief and disgust.

"And this fucker can see whatever the hell people are doing in this car," you reached for his chin over the laptop and lifted it carefully to meet his gaze. "so forget about your late night car blowjobs..."

"I hate this car..." Jiyong whispered airly, looking at you with a weak frown. "I could live with the thought of getting blown up, but the blowjob part took me..."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing.

Lifting your hand to your face, palm open, you started curling fingers. "It's ugly. It's Musk's. It's dangerous. It's not private..." you stopped, eyes wandering over Jiyong as you have been formulating the fifth reason why this car is a peace of trash.

"No blowjobs..." Jiyong sighted, curling your pinky finger, audibly battling the low chuckle.

"Please, get rid of it..." it was your time to plead, your eyes as soft and round as boba balls.

Jiyong sighted, a little raspy aishh rolling off his lips.

"I can't. It's not cool... I'll keep it but I won't drive it, I swear."

"Pinky swear?" you reached for him, straightening your pinky finger.

"Pinky swear." he chuckled, wrapping his own pinky around yours, locking your fingers together. Jiyong tugged on it suddenly, making you lean forward, and kissed you thought smile. "What things you make me do, Jagiya."

I swear to G(o)D idk how we, as a Tumblr netizens, don't talk about the fucking Cybertruck lmao i'm not sure if it's his his, but man had way too much joy driving it

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[peckoo]

                  短編  ◞  VALENTINE'S DAY TEDDY BEAR ⠀⠀ feat. übermensch kwon ji yong .             

知英  ⌇      pure smut .   latina fem!reader .   established relationship .   older man⸻younger woman tendencies  ( reader is in her twenties ) .    (  wc. 595 )  .

your arms clutch snugly around the massive teddy bear your boyfriend had gifted you during the lovely romantic dinner he had arranged for you on valentine's day , your fingers pinch the brown faux fur back , teeth chomping on the fluffy belly.  you slobber on the suedey material , jiyong's veiny large hand is ensuring you get soaked in the syrupy cherry scent it possessed in the reddish ribbon that graced the neck of the plush toy as it stamps against the crook of your nape , having a tidy grasp against your scattered hair , maintaining you in that doggy position unabashedly.

steady , heated gasps flush your cheeks , your backbone slouches in an acute bowed arch , and the older man smooches the beaded layer of sweat storing on your nude shoulder blade. his nails gouge into the pliant skin of your hip―joint , until it scrape the bone. he curses repeatedly , under puffs of air whistling in your tympanum , awed by the ricocheting fatness of your rear as it strikes against his pelvis as they connect with each precise thrust. 

he accommodates your knees flat against the mattress of his bed , fondling the pattern of stretch marks that were springing from your left buttock , outlining the wheaty streaks until caressing the peak that finished at the hint of your chunky thigh. he exhales an aerated giggle as he perceives your muffled whimpers , smacking deliciously at the bubble of bouncing flesh of your arse. he grunts as his cock is squeezed amidst your caramelized canals , greedily swallowing everything in its path.  

you wail in contrast " ji―oh , ji . . . " you stagger through your teeth , hiccuping " don’t stop; por favor , cariño. " you implore , tilting your lower body backwards , receiving every inch of his cock within you.  

the bloated , raging pink mushroom—shaped tip pounded the entrance to your cervix. you pant audibly , drooling lips parted , sealing a squeal of delight as he pushes in deeply in a rocking motion , halting his judicious movements , entombing you in the mattress and against the crumpled sheets absorbing the searing heat of your naked anatomy. your nipples , perky and erect after an exhaustive session of unending nibbling and sucking by the older man's ravenous mouth , send thrilling gusts of pleasure into your stinging , damp core as they are squashed to the surface beneath you. you writhe , the stretching he inflicted by being nestled inside you becoming weighty and unbearable. jiyong's slender , faintly tonsured figure peeks out and nuzzled against you , his chin settles on your steep shoulder. his teeth chew tenderly on the honeyed , soft skin that fawns below him. 

" what was that , love? " he croaks with a derisive gleam hidden beneath the artificial and tangible sheepish pitch. nevertheless , you foolishly greet the sonorous kisses he doles out on your slumbering mouth " c'mon , say it again , pretty girl. " he demands.

your brow puckers and your lower lip curls into a pout , lifting your head as far as his anatomy above you would permit. " no pares , ji. please , i've been good and patient. " you splutter , eyes crystallizing. the rapper kneads your waist in an act that reassures your despair , his thumb viciously sliding between the junction with your cute belly and the slickness on your lower back. he hums then , presumably in thought. 

" is that so? " he inquires wickedly curious. you nod clumsily and he leaves a peck on your sweating temple. " i know you have been , darlin’. you deserve only the best. " he consoles poetically , mingling his burning cheek with yours , his hips budge in a enticing roll , and you grind against him in submission and allure. " so let's give it to you , then. " he assures you.

I GOT THE POWER Ξ © PECKOO , 2025 .

[katarinawwwland]

A really good try

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x f.reader 

Warnings: Established relationship, marriage au, discussion of pregnancy, sexual content. 

Words count: 1,2

Summary: You and your husband want to have a baby

Author’s note: English is not my first language. So I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it.

After Jiyong's comeback, he decided to leave the media for a long period. During this time, you have already gone on vacation to Jeju Island. And one hot evening, you were walking along the beach after dinner. 

"Baby, do you remember Do Hyun's daughter?" Jiyong suddenly asked, breaking the calm silence. 

"Are you talking about Seo Yeon? Of course, she's so sweet. Why do you ask?" - looking at your husband, you immediately remembered the daughter of your mutual friends, colleagues of Jiyong.  

"Yes, she's really very sweet, she looks so much like you, I notice it all the time … You know, I've been thinking about it more and more lately," your man replied thoughtfully. 

"That I look like little Seo Yeon?" you asked, laughing. 

"No, I mean about the kids. About the possibility of having a little copy of you, the same beautiful little angel that we will take care of."- the smile did not leave his face. Your heart has melted at your husband's words. Of course, you've already talked a lot about children, but only as plans for the future. You two had very busy jobs and you were often on the move, but now you had a break and the two of you decided to isolate yourself from all the hype for an indefinite time so that Jiyong's words sounded like a suggestion. 

"Or a little copy of you if it's a boy…Or it could be twins, you and me, but small," with a wide smile, you continued to reason. 

"THE TWINS? Baby, it's fantastic, I'm going to be the happiest dad." Every word gave you goosebumps, and you were the happiest at that moment. 

"Honestly, I mean, we could have started trying. We don't have a job right now and won't be in the near future, we're left to ourselves."

"Trying? I always thought it was an unspoken synonym for people fucking a lot," you said with a laugh. 

"Oh my God. You're actually right," Jiyong replied, giggling. 

"Well, you know, I like this prospect."

"Don't talk like we don't have sex several times a day."

"Jiyong, remember when you had a comeback, we barely had ten minutes in the morning before you left for filming."

"Hey, and when you were on the move, we only had face time at all," Jiyong continued defensively. 

"We're really arguing about this," you laughed. 

"There's no time to waste, princess." With these words, Jiyong squeezed his hand on your waist and you walked towards your villa.

It's been two weeks since your conversation and since you've been diligently trying to make a baby. It was crazy, you didn't have any problems with your sex life before, but now you could have sex several times in the morning, then again in the shower, and always before going to bed. Despite your husband's frenzied enthusiasm, you felt better than ever, the most beautiful, the most desirable, and the happiest.

You have already arrived from Jeju and were going to visit your friends Young-bae and Hyo-rin. today. You were making up in front of the mirror while your husband came up from behind and put his hands under your blouse, wrapping them around your waist and slowly leaving kisses on your neck. 

"Baby, if you're ready, then you'd better just wait for me and not distract me, so I'll get ready even longer." To which you received only a satisfied mumble, the man didn’t listen to you at all, but on the contrary continued to pull his hands to your chest and gently squeeze it. 

"Ji... we've already done this three times, and it's not even evening yet. And the guys are expecting us by six," you said almost pleadingly. 

"Princess, we'll do it quickly." That's the only person you couldn't refuse. 

Of course you're late.

At about 7 p.m., you arrived at your friends' house, making excuses for the frantic traffic jams. You had a wonderful dinner, you sat discussing everything from work to vacation. Baby Dong has been sitting on your lap all this time. You and Jiyong were crazy about that kid, just like he was crazy about you. Whenever you were visiting Young-bae and Hyo-rin, you couldn't tear yourself away from this baby.

"Kitten, what is it?" - you felt that the boy started twisting and fidgeting. 

"Jiyong." - the boy started pointing at your husband. 

"Do you want uppy?» - with emotion on his face, Jiyong took the baby in his arms. "Do you want to play? Let's go to your toys."- with these words, the men went to the children's room. You and Hyo-rin are left alone.

"Sometimes it seems that you come to us only because of the child," the girl remarked with a smile. 

"Yes, it is," you said sarcastically. 

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" You unconsciously tensed up from such a question. 

"Of course."

"Are you pregnant?"

"Haha, no. Why?" - you let out a nervous laugh, how could she know that you were diligently trying to make a baby. 

"It's just that something has changed in you and in Jiyong, too, I know it sounds strange, I just assumed that you could be in a position." Her words sent warmth through your body. 

"You're going to be great parents."

"Thank you, Hyo-rin.". There was silence after that. There was no discomfort or awkwardness, on the contrary, it was the most comfortable silence.

Towards nightfall, you realized that you had stayed up too late and it was time to return home. All the way home, you discussed your cozy evening. 

"Y/N, when we were playing with Baby Dong, it was as if I realized that this was exactly what I had been working for all my life. I'm so looking forward to our future baby," your husband said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

"Oh Jiyongie, you will be the most wonderful father." - your hand gently touched his cheek.

Later that night, your husband was already lying in bed and waiting for you from the shower. For some reason, you have an irresistible desire to do the test, despite the fact that you did it yesterday. The minutes seemed to drag on forever. 

"Baby, are you coming soon? You've been there for an hour." - your husband's indignation could be heard even in the bathtub. And before he could finish the last sentence, you were flying out of the tub holding a test in your hands. 

"Baby!"

"What? What is it?" - he was puzzled by your enthusiastic cry. It was already clear from your face, from your voice, and even from the test in your hands, but Jiyong can't quite believe it. 

"Baby, I'm pregnant." - tears of happiness appeared in the corners of your eyes. 

"Y/N, baby, I love you, I love you so much." You couldn't believe your luck.

The two of you were almost asleep, but something was bothering you: "You know, when you left, Hyo-rin asked if I was pregnant?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, that's what prompted me to take the test, it's so strange. She also said that we would be great parents."

"Well, if she wasn't wrong with the first one, then the second one is also true."

And tonight, falling asleep in the arms of your beloved man, carrying your baby under your heart, you felt like the happiest woman in the world.

[ctrldivinev]

Unexposed

Pairing: Jiyong x Reader (y/n)

Summary: You get the opportunity to be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s next editorial shoot. What you thought would be a typical day at your job, blossoms into something more. 

A/N: this is my first fic ever. i have been cooking this one for a few weeks since the vogue photoshoot. so hopefully i did jiyong justice :')

Warnings: sorry it’s gonna be a SLOOOOWWWW BURNNNNNN. also probs horribly planned photoshoot logistics. also probs weird writing. also mostly awkward yet fluffy flirty behavior. anyways.

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You’re not necessarily new to working with celebrities. In fact, many A-Listers seek out your work since you’ve been deemed as the best editorial photographer in Seoul, something you worked very hard towards since you decided to pursue a creative path after working a dead end desk job that made you question your own worth and sanity. You always had photography to lean back on, as a way to escape from the stressors in your life. It was your way of seeing a new perspective of the world around you, and helped you bring the visions you had in your head to life. It was scary to take the leap into this new world, as you were unsure if it was a good idea to turn your hobby into a career. But once you did, you felt free and like you were your authentic self, finally. Expressing your creativity with your camera was what brought you the most peace and joy, and you felt honored to have the career you have now, where you can capture and share your creativity with others. 

You were grateful you got to work with so many talented individuals in the industry, but when your boss told you you’d be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s (yes, THE G-Dragon) next editorial photoshoot, you felt a wave of shock and uneasiness move through your body. You hadn’t worked with him before, never even met him, so why the hell were you feeling like this all of a sudden? A part of you knows he’s just another celebrity, but then there’s the other part that also realizes HE IS the celebrity everyone aspires to be. His creativity, fashion, and music has shaped the music industry into what it is today, and it’s no doubt that his presence can be felt everywhere. 

You snapped yourself out of all your thoughts, concluding that these feelings was just your imposter syndrome creeping in. 

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You had stayed up late the past few nights prepping for this shoot. Lots of mood boards filled with themes, colors, outfits, and poses that you had in mind plastered all over your desktop. You had hopped on a few calls with his team to brainstorm ideas. This was a big moment for him and his team it seemed like, since this was his first editorial appearance that coincided with his comeback after 7 years. After much back and forth, you and his team decided that the theme of the shoot would be Transformation, something you had pitched to them from a place of experience of going through your own version of it. You weren’t sure if it was the delusions in your head, but you had an inkling that G-Dragon had also gone on a similar path to you as well, so it felt fitting to have this be the theme to celebrate his appearance. Kind of like a phoenix rising from the ashes. 

’Maybe that’s why I feel nervous…’ you think to yourself as you start your commute to the shoot location for the day, a random warehouse. You wanted to get there early to scope out the area, and mentally prepare for the long day ahead. It was gonna be hectic with all the outfit and set changes, so you thought it was a smart move to settle in early at the warehouse so you can clear your mind so you can confidently work your magic behind the camera. 

You walk into the building with all your camera gear, thinking that you were the only person here.  But as you look around, you notice a tall and slender figure from a distance, hanging out in what looks to be the dressing room. You walk towards the room, praying that it’s not some serial killer plotting to lure you in then kill you. What a tragic way to go out honestly.. I might need to stop listening to True Crime podcasts before bed. As you walk towards the room, you notice the sun peeking in from the windows above, shining down on this unfamiliar figure. It was almost like a scene in a movie, where the character walks towards the golden ticket. The warehouse was still pretty empty, so the only noise you could hear was the slight wind blowing against the window. Shaking your nerves away, you quietly enter the room and start making your way towards the mysterious person. 

‘Hi! I didn’t think anyone else would be here this earl— oh shit’ you realized who was standing in front of you. ‘Oh gosh, hi.’ Ah shit, why were you blushing all of a sudden… 

‘Oh hey, I didn’t think you’d be the first one here.’ He says. ‘Y/n right?’ You nod your head. Here you were, standing in front of G-Dragon himself. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand, while also holding one of the mood boards you made in the other, studying pretty intently before you had walked in.  You had thought you’d be more of a nervous wreck interacting with him, but you felt more at ease than ever. Calm even. 

‘I’m excited for this shoot today, y/n. I’ve always admired your work. Even looking at these mood boards, I can tell how much thought and care you put into your photography.’ He says before taking a sip of his coffee. You smile and bow your head a bit, hoping he didn’t see how flushed your cheeks were getting. 

‘That’s very kind, thank you. It’s truly an honor to get to work with you today, GD’ 

‘You can just call me Jiyong. No need to be proper with me,’. Jiyong. Suddenly you felt your heart rate pick up a bit, while also questioning why, out of anyone, he’d allow someone like you to call him by his first name. 

You shook your thoughts away, as you remembered he was still standing in front of you. ’Jiyong, thank you. I appreciate the kind words, truly.’ Not wanting to interrupt your setup time, he lets you get to preparing for the day. 

The room stays silent for a bit as you try to get all your equipment ready before everyone else arrives. Jiyong is sitting at the end of the table, still studying the mood boards you had made for today. He’d glance up at you once in awhile, observing what you were doing. Every time he did, his heart would beat a little faster. Strange feeling, huh. Before he could shake the feelings off, he notices the camera in your hand, peaking his interest even more. 

‘Oh, you shoot film too?’ He walks towards you, pointing at your most prized possession in your hand — your medium format film camera you inherited from your aunt. The person and item that really fueled your passion for photography. 

‘Oh yeah, I love shooting on film. I’d say I prefer it over digital’ you say shyly. You hold it up proudly to show him, ’I was thinking we could grab a couple of shots on this ancient thing. We don’t have to use these shots for the magazine obviously, but I think it would be fun to play around with it today.’ 

‘I hope you remember to develop them though. Because this is such a brilliant idea.’ He exclaims, as he starts ruffling with his pink hair. ‘I knew I picked the right photographer for this. I had a feeling that this was meant to be in some way.’ 

You froze at his statement. Meant to be? you repeated the last part over and over. You were unsure of how to even reply. Did he really mean it, or was he just being nice and charming? Or both? 

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to develop them. You just won’t know when,’ you jokingly say. Aish, was that the best you could do? 

Fidgeting a little bit, he tries to come up with a witty response to your lighthearted joke, but his thoughts are interrupted due to the sounds of hurried footsteps and slamming doors. Shoot day has begun. Without thinking, you take a quick photo of him lost in his thoughts, “Let’s have some fun today, yea?”  

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The photoshoot was smooth-sailing, with barely any hiccups besides maybe a few makeup and wardrobe errors. Despite those minuscule moments, everyone was chirpy and impressed at how you were working. The way you commanded the space, the way Jiyong followed your lead during the shoot had everyone in awe. 

‘Y/N really is amazing at their craft.. maybe a God even’ ‘I’ve never seen someone work so hard until seeing Y/N today. Phenomenal work honestly’ his team would murmur in the background. 

‘Alright, that’s a wrap for today!’ you yell as you take the last shot of Jiyong, who was sitting on a swing in front of an orange background, wearing a very clean and sparkly Chanel ensemble. Only he would be able to pull this off. You walk over to him, give him a little tap on his shoulder, and show him the photos you had taken for the past few hours. When he leans in a little closer to look at the photos, you could feel heat rush to your cheeks. He’s not even touching you in any way, but the way you feel like you could melt as he smiles and shows admiration for your vision. There was something so special about this moment, and this feeling that you had around him was just … 

‘These are great, y/n! But…what about the film photos? You have to get a better shot of me than that candid shot you got this morning’ his tone had a slight playfulness, but mostly seriousness. How could you forget about that candid you took this morning on your favorite camera in the world… that Jiyong was also interested in. 

‘But you lost in thought is soooo on brand for you though.’ You joke as you lightly nudge his shoulder a little bit. He chuckled, getting a little shy at your comment. Is Kwon Jiyong getting shy around me? ‘How about we do some personality shots on the film camera? You’ve been in G-Dragon mode all day today. I’d like to capture some moments of you being you, Jiyong.’ You suggest breaking the tension between the both of you, although you’re starting to very much enjoy whatever was happening during this moment. 

Shocked, he looks at you with such deep sincerity and smiles, ’No one’s ever suggested that before. I’m down for that.’ He stands up and gives you a quick side hug, something you both didn’t expect and leaves you both a little flustered, but there’s a part of you that wishes he would do that again. ‘Aish I’m sorry I didn’t know what came over me.’ 

‘Don’t be. It didn’t bother me at all.’ You reassured, as you leaned in closer to him, beaming a warm smile. ‘Let’s let everyone know that we’re gonna take some film photos, yea?’ 

‘How about…we let them focus on cleaning up? I’d like it to just be the both of us only, if that’s ok’ 

‘What about the outfits? Make up?’ 

‘You said you wanted to capture Jiyong, not G-Dragon. I don’t always need to be dressed up’ he exclaims, as he starts making the way to the rack of clothes, pulling out his favorite knit sweater and a pair of jeans. ‘Now this is a Jiyong outfit. Plus a beanie because it’s cold right now. This can be my outfit for this part of the shoot yea?’ 

It hit you in the moment that this was indeed, Kwon Jiyong. The fact that he felt so comfortable showing this side of him — this softer, more gentler side of him that he rarely gets to show in the public eye, made you feel warm and fuzzy. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you’re now eager to understand him more. But you were also hesitant to do so, as you also felt unsure why he felt so comfortable with you all of a sudden. 

‘Y/n? Everything good?’ 

‘Jiyong, I have to ask.. Why do you want it to be us two only? Don’t you need your team to help you with anything too?’ 

‘I just… feel like I want to spend time with you away from everyone. There’s something pulling me towards you, as weird as that sounds.’ Your eyes widen before breaking out into a small smile. ‘You have a presence that I’m curious about, Y/N.’ 

As much as you wanted to drop everything you were doing and run away with him (or maybe you wanted to run away in general because this was a lot for you to process), you were reminded that you were still working, on set, and that if your manager found out about this interaction that he’d probably talk your ear off about unprofessional this all was. You reminded yourself of this and refocused your energy on getting back to the task at hand. 

‘Okay that’s very sweet of you, but logistics wise – how should I send these photos to you? Should I deliver these to your team?’ you were trying to be as professional as possible after Jiyong basically confessed he was intrigued by you. This was your way of avoiding your emotions that could explode at any moment. This man is making my job hard today, but I’m kinda up for this challenge. 

‘Well… you could share it with me when I take you out to dinner? How does that sound?’ you look at him with wide eyes.  The nerve of this man honestly. There was no way you could keep this professional anymore. Not when Jiyong was smirking at you, anxiously waiting for your response to his offer. 

You blink once, maybe twice, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks before responding to him. ‘Kwon Jiyong, are you asking me out on a date… while on set?’ 

‘Yea, there’s no problem with that. I’m G-Dragon after all’ he winks at you before taking your camera out of your hand. ’Now smile!’ He runs away with the camera, taking random pictures of himself, the set, and of you. 

‘YA! That thing is expensive and PRECIOUS!!!!’ you say as you run after him.

Professionalism wasn’t really in the picture anymore, because you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter for you both. A special chapter – one that you never really expected, one that you definitely didn’t want to get out of. You knew this chapter that you were stepping into with Jiyong, was going to be a transformative one to say the least. But hey, some of the best photos you’ve captured come from special moments like these, anyways. 

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hope y'all enjoyed!! ♡

i might write an epilogue for this... maybe

[megangovier]

a suit kink, nah but sames 🤍🥹

SUIT THAT KILLS

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Summary: you got extremely horny from the pic of Jiyong on the set of Too Bad mv, and decided you need to do something with it.

posting it second time cause tubmlr is a little wanker

A/N: It has a bit of a smau, just a little, also to get people who don't know some of the characters from the fic in the loop: Gee Eun is Jiyong's stylist, Deukie and Dony are Kwon Twins, dancers and choreographers who've been working with GD for only God knows how long lol

A/N2: I think I have a suit kink but whatever, I thought I'd contribute to the Übermensch slut-core era, so here we are 😌

Warnings: smut, it's pretty graphic but not as graphic as it could be, blowjob, regular unprotected sex, englsh isn't my native language

Word count: ≈ 2.300

You woke up in the morning, way too early for your day off, first in weeks. The phone vibrated several times right under your pillow and you groaned into the soft material, not wanting to open your eyes, if it even was possible. The third vibration went straight into your head, drilling the walls of your skull like a skillful construction worker.

You barely opened your eyes, lids heavy and almost glued to each other from sleep. Jiyong was long gone, having one more day of filming. The bed felt so empty and cold without him lying on his side, wrapping his hands around you for comfort and warmth. You shrugged, adjusting the puffy blanket, tangling in it until all the parts of your body were covered. 

The fourth wave of vibration got to you and you snatched the phone, clicking on the power button to see who's been bugging you in the morning, and seeing the notifications from Gee Eun popping out on the screen felt like a bracing shower. You opened the chat with her in a matter of a second, knowing she probably sent you the pic of Jiyong from the set. 

And damn yes she did.

You sat on your bed, butterfly pose, resting your elbows on your knees as you zoomed in on the picture of Jiyong Gee Eun just sent you. To say that the picture drove you insane immediately is to say nothing: that angle, as if you were sitting on your fucking knees in front of him, the skirt, the face - everything was serving one exact goal, - to make you squeal, bite your lip and lust. You felt the pleasant tug in your belly and groaned, opening your chat with Jiyong.

You pouted in frustration, immeadiatly asking Gee Eun if you could come to the set at a break and see Jiyong in this slutty skirt with your own two. 12pm, she said, and you jumped off your bed, starting to prepare yourself, choosing the dress you wanna wear.

You check the time on your watches, standing in front of the filming studio. Exactly 12pm. Tugging on the massive door you walked in, immediately seeing lots of faces, some you knew, some you didn't, but one you were trying to find was missing. 

“Y/N?” Dony waved at you with an open grin, waving to you to come closer. You closed the space between you and him, squeezing between people and maneuvering around the rest of the staff until you reached Don. “Are you here to see Jiyong hyung?”

You nodded, receiving a smile from your friend. He coordinated you, showing where he saw Jiyong last time, and you went off to finally find him. 

A few minutes after and a dozen people's faces you saw, you found him standing on the beautiful set with a convenient store and cars and night sky, chatting with Deukie and someone you hadn't met before. Jiyong was showing some moves, looking at Deukie sheepishly when the twin said he was doing it wrong with an airy chuckle. That grey suit fitted him perfectly, even more so in person than on the pic Gee Eun sent you. 

“Oppa!” You wrapped your hands around Jiyong's waist from behind, making him shout from surprise, Deukie and the mysterious man laughing in unison. 

Jiyong turned his head around frantically trying to locate you, and when he finally did, your hands slipping from his movements, he pouted. 

“Jagiya!” He dramatized, glaring at his companions who still weren't able to stop themselves from laughing, Deukie literally placing his hand on Jiyong's shoulder to stabilize himself from falling. “Don't do it again, please…”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry…” Your hands found their way to your face, covering your boorish laughter. Jiyong looked way too cute pouting like a baby, it never failed to make you grin. “I need to talk to you,” you said, not asking if he has time or not. You NEEDED to talk to him. “I'll bring him back in fifteen minutes.”

Deukie only nodded, trying to die down a smile, as you swirled your fingers around Jiyong's wrist, pulling him along with a soft whimper. 

“Jagiya, what do you want to tell me?” Jiyong's cluelessness touched you. He must have gotten so tired filming the music video he totally forgot your texts from earlier. 

You pushed him into the backroom, gently closing the door behind you, a laughter living on the tip of your tongue, fighting you to escape as you looked at Jiyong who still was waiting for you to answer. “I don't want to talk to you right now, Yeobo.”

You made a quick move on him, covering his lips with yours and immediately feeling his grip on your waist, Jiyong's fingers nailing into your skin, coaxing a gentle whimper to roll off your lips into his.

“So, this is how we talk now?” He gave you a naughty smile, framing the crook of his lips with his tongue. You only mewled, gripping the lapels of his jackets in both hands, tugging it down lightly. 

“That suit looks so good on you…” It wasn't even a whisper, you practically aired it out into his mouth as you kissed his lower lip, nibbling on it. You heard him drawing in the air, his chest floating up under your hands shakingly. If he didn't have those colored contacts on you'd see Jiyong’s pupils getting wider as his palm found the round bump of your bum, gripping it and pressing you closer to his body instinctively. 

“I really meant in the texts, Ji,” you broke the kiss, your gaze heavily locked on Jiyong's eyes, as you let off his lapels, slowly sliding your hand to the collar of his shirt and to the silk Chanel tie, curling it around your palm as you started to sink lower slowly, never breaking the eye contact. “Nasty things… to you… in that suit…” The way you were playing with the tie, the other hand pressed flat to Jiyong's body as you slid down, hand tracing the buttons line of his shirt until it reached the belt of the skirt, you already standing on your knees in front of him. You saw him chewing on his bottom lip, gulping audibly when your hand reached his belt. 

“This skirt is so fucking sexy on you, Ji.” Your voice was raw and gravely, and Jiyong rolled his eyes at the sound of it. 

You took the hem of the skirt and lifted it up, crawling under it, which almost made him giggle, if the next sound he heard wasn't of his zipper getting opened and the thud of his pants falling to the floor. You heard it, you could see it in your mind, his messy head bumped into the cold wall as your warm breath reached his sensitive skin and his hips automatically buckled forward, the tip of his dick brushing your lips. 

You didn't hesitate a second, Jiyong was on a clock and you didn't have quite much time anyway. The way you just took him in, coaxing the heavy breath from Jiyong, made your head spin. The forbidden moment, you felt like rascals on the street who would be caught by police any second from now. Your mind got fuzzy as you felt Jiyong lightly thrusting into your mouth after you slid his dick up and down a few times, his low grants breaking the deadly silence of the room. 

You weren't sure enough what was making him more aroused, the sole fact of you standing on your knees and devouring his dick when you clearly shouldn't have to, or the way he wasn't even able to see you while you were doing it, covered with his skirt. Your every move was a mystery, every little touch a surprise that made Jiyong shiver and whimper, his sensitivity growing stronger from the absolute cluelessness of what you were about to do next. 

The way you were curling your tongue around his tip or sliding your tongue flat down and up his shaft, you were making him swirl against the wall that stopped being cold minutes ago, biting his lips to die down the moans. 

Your fingertips were tracing his veins up from the tip and down to the base of his shaft, touching it so lightly, you swear you heard him sequeling, your name slipping into the silence of the room off his lips. 

Jiyong's phone started buzzing. Without stop, the buzz after buzz after buzz. He tried not to think about it, squeezing his eyes shut on the feeling of the warmth of your wet tongue circling around his sensitive tip and how pleasantly cooling the air felt on the heated and wet tip when you broke the motion, getting his phone off the floor, cause the buzzing was making you anxious. 

With a low annoyed growl he looked at the screen and sighed. 

“Jagi…” he breathed out, lifting the hem of the skirt, and crumbled just from seeing you looking up at him, lips in inches from his dick. “Ten minutes, I need to go…”  

You smiled at him. “Ten minutes will do.” 

Jiyong shook his head, cupping your cheek, framing your jaw with his fingertips, sliding down to your chin, and tilted your head back just slightly. “I know it too well, ten minutes of this won't do.” 

He smiled only with the corners of his lips, tugging you up, reading the disappointed question in your stare. “But you've made quite a mess of me, but not quite the mess.” Once you were standing up, Jiyong placed his hands on your hips, turning both of you around and now it was you, feeling the wall behind your back. “I can't go out like this, don't you think?” He looked down at his erected, dripping with pre cum dick with a smirk. 

Jiyong's voice wasn't just a sound in the air, it was goosebumps on your skin running down from your ear to your belly and lower, knitting the knots inside of you with every word. His grip slipped from your hip down to your knee, grabbing your leg and lifting it up enough for you to jump instinctively and wrap your other leg around his waist. His free hand finding its way to your core, sliding your panties to the side, and he didn't even comment on the wet mess that you were, before he entered you with a rashed thrust, grumbling lowly on the tightness of your walls around him. You gasped from the feeling, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

He was thrusting into you not rough enough to hurt you, but passionately enough to make you want to crawl up the wall. You had to stop yourself from scratching his back several times, trying to find the missing stimulus on the wall. It was hard for you to keep all the things in mind while he was driving you mad: you weren't home, you could not rip Jiyong's clothes or mess his hair or even kiss him too vigorously not to make his lips swallowed, so you let your hands travel all around your own body, squeezing on your breasts or choking yourself slightly, awarding yourself with low whimpers and chuckles from Jiyong when he saw this. 

The way he moved his hips was so error-free, his hips landing perfectly between your thighs with every motion, his dick sliding into you exactly at the length that was made for you. It felt as if you were two puzzle pieces made to complete each other physically and that was the reason why the lovemaking was so pleasurable. In a matter of a few minutes Jiyong got you shaking, clenching around him as he filled you up, granting sharply, his lips brushing your ear, his damp hair sticking to your cheek, as your walls were milking him dry. 

The silence of the room was ringing in your ears, only mixed with Jiyong's and yours heavy, rapid breathing. He pressed his forehead to yours, resting, covering your face with his hot breath, his gaze hazy and arms barely holding your legs anymore, fingers losing its grip on your thighs, sliding inch by inch on the slippy sweat. 

“Jagi…” Jiyong parted his lips, lingering on the next move, but instead of words only airy gasp escaped his mouth. “I'll try to come home early.”

“This was only an appetizer, Ji.” You kissed his lips light, brushing them with yours almost painstakingly unnoticeable. 

Jiyong let your legs free, letting you stand firmly on the ground, before running his hand through his damp hair, pouting on the feeling. “Ruined.” He muttered just under his nose. “They'll have to redo my hair…”

“And your makeup, too.” You said as you wiped the smudged lip balm that smeared all around Jiyong's lips. “I'm sorry we went so hot, I couldn't help myself.”

After you tried to hide the evidence of your passionate making out, wiping the sweat off your faces and necks, adjusting your clothes and trying to steady your breathing, you walked out of the room separately, scanning the people who could see the backroom door. Seeing Jiyong walking confidently across the massive set as if he wasn't whimpering and squealing into your skin just moments ago made you grin. You went in the other direction, but once your gaze met his, Jiyong winked at you and slowly smiled, chuckling, already surrounded by Kwon Twins and some staff. 

It was almost 12am, Jiyong was still busy on the set, the set buzzing with work and people. They had to shoot Anderson Paak and honestly, you felt a bit betrayed by the fact you couldn't stay there for longer and meet the man, but in the state you have found yourself after meeting with Ji, you could barely allow yourself to meet anyone decent. 

You were lying on the floor in the main room, checking out some new manga Jiyong had bought, when the phone buzzed a few times.

So, this is it! My first Jiyong smut, it felt a bit awkward to write ngl, i haven't written a real people smut in almost a decade huh *nervous laughter*, but anyway it's for you to decide wether it's good or not lmao So hope you liked it

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[ldydeath]

My Heaven | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong wants to marry you.  Warnings: None. Author’s Note: This is short sappy fluffy fic in honor of Valentine's Day.

Today was your five year anniversary and Jiyong wanted to make today as special as possible. It was no secret that the man was crazy about you, he only told you every chance he got. Which is why tonight at dinner, he was going to propose to you. Jiyong had been talking about marriage for a long time now, bringing it up in interviews. Tonight had to be perfect. Jiyong didn’t know what he’d do if you said no. He wasn’t going to think about that right now, he had too many other things to prepare than to think about the worst case scenario. 

You had been given very clear instructions to pamper yourself that day, mani, pedi, buy a new outfit, all at his expense and then meet Jiyong at the restaurant for dinner. You weren't stupid, or at least you hoped you weren’t. Men didn’t usually drop such large hints when they were about to propose but Jiyong couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Not that he’d said anything, but he was good about dropping the biggest, most obvious hints. You’d had butterflies in your stomach all day as you pampered yourself for your big date. There was nobody else in the world for you and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with your soulmate. 

“Hi you.” You grinned at your boyfriend as you walked into the restaurant. You took note that it wasn’t the fanciest place you’d imagined but you trusted Jiyong, whatever his vision was you knew you’d see it soo. “Hi.” He grinned, standing up to greet you with a kiss.

He was nervous, something he’d never been good at hiding but you hoped you could reassure him throughout the night that you knew and it was an easy yes. He had to know this was all you’d ever wanted, since the first day you’d met him. He was special, he was amazing, he was yours. Who wouldn’t want to be with him for the rest of their life? 

“How was your day?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, and he raised a brow in response. You shook your head taking a sip of your wine. “It was good, how was yours?” He leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips. “It was good.” 

As you two ate, he continued to tease you, asking questions and watching your disappointed reactions every time. This was definitely more fun than leaving hints around the house for you. Not that he didn’t have more tricks up his sleeve, because of course he did. He cleared his throat as he finished eating and leaned over the table, a card dangling from his fingers. You eyed it suspiciously before taking it from his fingers. 

“What’s this?” You looked up at him before eying the card again trying to make sense of the address on it. “Meet me there in twenty minutes.” His eyes scanned your body, before he tilted his head to look down at your shoes. “Might want to change those.” He stood up, adjusted his coat and walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you soon. Dinner’s already paid for.” He winked at you before walking out of the restaurant. 

What the fuck? This man was going to drive you insane but you couldn’t help the grin from spreading across your face. The address he’d given you was to one of your favorite spots in town and you couldn’t wait to get there. You had time though, it was an easy five minute drive to the location and you didn’t want to arrive early. He too needed to be kept guessing. 

You pulled up at the park and made your way through the entrance, not sure where to go when you spotted a faint glow off in the distance. Your stomach was currently doing summersaults, why were you nervous? It was only the moment you’d been waiting for for nearly five years. Spotting Jiyong standing in the middle of the courtyard you smiled as you made your way to him. 

He’d lined up the circle with roses and twinkling lights, making it look like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Which it was, every day with Jiyong had been a fairy tale. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him. His face lit up and he grinned at you.

“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes as you stopped in front of him. 

“Had to change my shoes, remember?” He smirked at your comment, pleased that his trick had worked. "What's all this?" You knew the answer, but you needed him to say it.

Grabbing your hands in his, you offered him a reassuring squeeze. Your eyes stayed locked on his, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. Which was getting difficult with the way he was looking at you. He always looked at you like you were the only person on the planet but this was different, somehow. More intense, more love than you’d ever remembered seeing. 

“You are by far the best thing to ever happen to my life. I knew when I met you that you were different, I wasn’t prepared for how you were going to come in and flip everything upside down. Everyday's an adventure with you, I genuinely have no idea what’s going on in that brain of yours or what you’ve got planned for us and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He paused, pulling a box out of his pocket, your breath catching in your throat as he smirked at you before kneeling down on one knee. “I had so many things prepared to say to you but I’m afraid if I don’t ask you now I’ll chicken out. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me, will you marry me?” 

You stood there for a minute trying to get the words to come out, all you wanted to do was yell yes a thousand times but you couldn’t get the words to come out. You nodded your head frantically and Jiyong grinned at you as he moved to slide the ring on your finger. 

“Yes, yes…a million times yes.” You cried as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He laughed before covering your lips with his. “Oh my god, I’m going to be Mrs. Dragon” you squealed as you pulled away, bringing your hand up to your face to examine the ring. Not that you cared at all about the design, you only cared about the man it belonged to.

Jiyong laughed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you back through the park. “Maybe we should try Kwon.” He teased and you shook your head. You’d tell him some other time that you would be requesting all your friends to call you Mrs. Dragon from here on out. He was the one that said he liked you keeping him guessing anyway. 

“I love you.” He sighed into your hair as he planted a kiss on your forehead, opening your car door in one swift moment. God, he was so hot when he oozed this natural confidence.  “I love you too, Mr. Dragon.” You leaned up pecking his lips and he rolled his eyes as you slid into your car. 

He had the rest of his life to argue with you about names. If you wanted to be Mrs. Dragon, he’d call you that, whatever you wanted. He was going to spend the rest of his life spoiling you. 

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[wcnderlnds]

love dust | kwon ji-yong (g dragon)

・❥・summary: jiyong has been your closest friend for many years but what he doesn't know is you like him a lot more than that. ・❥・word count: 1.4k ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・authors note: first time writing for gd so go easy on me <3

“You should let me borrow this one when you’re finished with it.” Your delicate fingers played around with the rings decorating Jiyong’s hands. His accessory game was always on point — you were always asking if you could borrow the things he wore and he would always very happily oblige. Something about seeing you in the things he wore made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

His arm was wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you laid out on the couch in his dressing room, legs stretched out. Jiyong's other hand lay on his stomach where you were playing around with his fingers. It was soothing, putting him in a calm frame of mind before he had to go out and perform later in the day. Nobody could calm him better than you. He gently rested his head on top of yours, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed softly.

“I should start charging you for the amount of things you take from me,” he joked.

“You’d double your fortune at this rate,” you grinned over at him, tilting your head. “Not my fault you always have the best stuff. Stop being such a style icon and I wouldn’t have to.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jiyong’s fingers playing with a strand of your hair, soaking in the quiet. It had always been like this with you. Jiyong was your closest friend — you’d known him before he’d even debuted. Every step of the way you had been by his side. Nobody knew him better than you and vice versa. He had been there at your lowest, you had been there at his. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t experienced together. It was easy to say that without each other, neither of you would be the person you were. It wasn’t often in life people found someone they connected with so easily, so deeply which is why Jiyong could never know how you really felt about him.

Over the last couple of years, your feelings for him had shifted. At first you’d brushed it off as just a crush, a silly little thing that would pass as time went on. Except it didn’t pass. It only got stronger. Every single day it was like a weight on your chest knowing that you could never tell him. Not only would it be humiliating but he definitely wouldn’t feel the same and that would be it. The friendship would be over and he’d be out of your life.

A sigh escaped your lips before you could even realise. Immediately, it caught Jiyong’s attention. His eyes that had been closed now opening to look at you with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” you assured him. He looked at you as if he was examining you, trying to figure out if you were lying to him but as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the room opened.

Daesung and Youngbae walked in, laughing at something. Their eyes caught the position the two of you were in, mischievous grins slowly creeping onto their faces. Oh no. You know what was coming next. It had been like this for years now. They’d catch you and Jiyong cuddling or being close to each other and never let either of you live it down.

“Did we interrupt something?” Daesung raised a brow. Jiyong rolled his eyes, sitting up with you and giving his friend the middle finger.

“I think we did. You know, next time put a sock on the door or something so we know you’re busy,” Youngbae teased. Your cheeks flushed red as you hid your face in your hands. This only caused the two men to laugh.

Jiyong got to his feet, holding his hand out to help you to yours. “You two are a pain in my ass.” He turned to you, his hand lingering on yours for a beat longer than normal. “I need to go get ready but I’ll see you after the show? We can go get food or something.”

You simply nodded your head, waving goodbye as he and Youngbae left the room. Daesung remained behind, looking at you with a soft smile. “You should tell him, you know.”

“Huh?”

“You should tell Jiyong how you feel.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. How had Daesung even figured it out? He really was more attentive than you gave him credit for.

“Sure but I’m just saying, I think you’d be pleasantly surprised if you told him,” Daesung shot a wink your way, running out of the room to meet up with his friends.

Now, what the hell did that mean?

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The show had gone amazing. It was like Jiyong had never been gone. Each show he performed he got more and more confident, G Dragon coming out in full force. Honestly, seeing him on stage and fully embracing his G Dragon person was hot as hell. Nobody did it like him. He was the king of K Pop for a reason.

You had slid away to the dressing room as the show ended, giving the three boys time to thank the crew. It was Taeyang’s tour but you knew how much all of them appreciated the people who helped them. It was one of the most endearing qualities — it’s what made them some of the most loved boys in the industry.

The door to the room opened and in came Jiyong. He hand a towel in his hand, dabbing at the sweat on his face. The second he laid eyes on you, he smiled. His heartbeat speeding up everytime he looked at you. He had it bad. So damn bad.

“You did so good out there!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. Without hesitation, he dropped the towel, wrapping his arms around you. If he could keep you this close to him forever, he would. Hopefully you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating right now. The best feeling in the world was you waiting for him after a show. It felt like he was on cloud nine knowing that he had the most supportive, loyal and kind person by his side.

He pulled back, only slightly, his hot breath fanning across your face. You couldn’t place the look in his eyes but it cause a shiver to run down your spine. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Couldn’t do any of it without you.”

Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with each other. Was this it? Was this the right moment to tell him how you felt? 

“Jiyong, I….” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m sorry for cutting you off, I need to say something to you and if I don’t do it now, I never will,” he cupped your cheek, taking a deep breath as he found the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long now. “I’m crazy about you. I have been for a very long time but you are so important to me that I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. I can’t lie to myself or you anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I owed it to myself to at least tell you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to his soft, rushed words. You could tell how nervous he was, how much he wanted to probably run out of the door and pretend he never said anything but he didn’t. He was stood here being brave so you had to be too. “Jiyong, I’m crazy about you, too. You drive me insane. It’s kind of terrifying how much I like you as more than a friend. I just… didn’t think you’d feel the same so I never said anything.”

“What? Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I feel the same? You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yeah, well,” he grinned one of those signature Jiyong grins. His eyes flickered down to your lips then back to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded your head and that was all he needed. He leaned forward, closing the distance to meet your lips. The kiss was gentle, a declaration of his feelings for you without actually giving them words.

It was short and sweet. It was perfect. 

Pulling back, he smiled at you. Seeing you stood there with your flushed cheeks and nervous smile, he felt like he could burst from joy. He was so head over heels for you. “Come on,” he said, linking his fingers with yours. “I believe I promised you some food.”

But before he could pull you off, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to meet your lips. Food could wait for now.

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[lovemepartly]

bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

a/n: jiyong is so bf core, i love the pic of him above he’s so adorable 

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• jiyong is extremely protective of you, but especially when you two go out in public together. paparazzi can be overwhelming. he’ll always lend you a pair of sunglasses, hold your hand tightly, and wrap his other arm around you, sheilding you. 

• he is sooo touchy. his hands always have to be innocently on you in some way. whether he’s holding your waist, rubbing your hand, or drawing small circles on your thigh.

• when you’re able to come watch him perform live on his concerts, it’s the best night of his life.  he’ll always sneak glances at you from where you’re standing backstage, a helpless smile growing on his face. as soon as the last song has ended, he’s rushing off the stage and into your arms, holding you tightly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.  

• once you guys have been dating for a while and he becomes more comfortable, he’ll casually mention how he can’t wait to marry you and have kids. he’ll say it so casually, as if he hasn’t known that he would he marry you the day that he met you. 

• jiyong is totally whipped for you. you can be doing the most boring task and he’ll watch you endearingly, taking in your features, before reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and whispering, “you’re so beautiful.”

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• no quickies whatsoever with jiyong. he likes to take his time with you, and although it’s sometimes torturous to wait for the right moment, he prefers the build up. as soon as the moment presents itself, he’s all over you like a madman, hurriedly taking off his clothes and yours, too. 

• if he’s gone for too long without seeing you on tour, it’ll definitely translate into the bedroom as soon as you visit. jiyong is replaced by g-dragon. he’s rougher than usual, pushing you onto the bed and not even bothering to fully undress. 

• speaking of which, he gets needy for you very easily. you could barely be teasing him, tongue lightly tracing his tip and he’ll already be whimpering your name. “please…” as you look up at him through your eyelashes, he’ll avert your gaze, cheeks flushing pink at his own neediness for you. 

• jiyong is the best at aftercare. he’ll immediately pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, and asking you what you need. water? he’s getting up and filling you a glass to the brim. a towel? he has one already ready for you. a shower? he’ll instantly run the water for you, making sure it’s just the right temperature. 

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

[maskedcrawford]

Sick Day

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Jiyong takes care of you when you feel ill.

Warnings: None, just all the fluff.

A/N: I hope you feel better soon, nonnie. I hope this can help bring some temporary relief or even just a little comfort with all the crud you have going on. <3

Requests are OPEN

You called out of work yesterday, completely forgetting you and your boyfriend were supposed to go to dinner, so when Jiyong showed up, you mentally slapped yourself. You answered the door, blanket wrapped around you, messy hair and an exhausted, and slightly sweaty, look on your face. His smile dropped the minute he saw you and he swore he’d take care of you.

He ordered dinner last night, since you hadn’t had the energy to go grocery shopping, and decided he was going to stay the night to take care of you. He held you when you wanted it, and didn’t when you didn’t. He rubbed on our stomach when it became painful and helped keep track of the fever you had. He was at your every beck and call.

That’s how he wound up getting up early the next morning and grabbing some groceries for homemade comfort meals. He got things for soup, some things for your absolute favorite meal, and he also got you the medications to help your fever and throat, including a humidifier, and something to help you sleep.

“Here, jagi, take this.” Jiyong hands the fever reducer and you take it from him without hesitation. He sets up the humidifier in your room for you and turns it on.

“I don’t want you to catch,” you think for a moment, “Whatever this is. You should go home,” you try to reason with him but he won’t have it.

“Absolutely not, I’m staying right here to take care of my girl,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.

“After dinner you can sleep some more,” he says as he walks out of your room to work on the homemade soup. After a while of laying in bed you start to miss his presence so you get up and walk into the kitchen, your blanket still wrapped around you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he abandons the pot on the stove and walks over to you, you lay your head on his shoulder, feeling pitiful.

“I missed you,” you mumble as you relax against him. He smiles to himself.

“It’ll be done soon, ok? Go lay back down or get comfortable on the couch. I’ll bring it to you.” He hugs you close and you reluctantly pull your head off his shoulder. Walking over to the couch you sit there and wait for dinner.

Jiyong grabs two bowls and portions out two servings of the delicious meal. The food is great but your energy is depleted. You put the spoon down after only a few bites and he arches his brow as you set the bowl down.

“I can make you something else, or order something if it’s not good,” he says and you shake your head.

“I’m just tired,” you yawn.

“Well, you need to eat, so,” he trails off as he picks up the bowl and gets some of the soup on the spoon. He holds it up to your mouth for you and you give him a second glance before allowing him to feed you.

“This is so stupid,” you mumble feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Why?”

“I’m not a baby,” you whine as you take the soup from him.

“You’re my baby,” he says to give you a different perspective.

“Would you not do the same for me if I needed it,” he asks genuinely.

“Without a second thought.”

“Then stop complaining and let me help you,” he feeds you another bite and you huff. After dinner you get back into bed and Jiyong’s not far behind you with your sleep aid. You lay down and get comfortable and once you do, he’s right next to you pulling you into his side.

“This should help,” he says as he hands you the stuff. You grin in response and before you know it you’re out like a light, he rubs up and down your arm gently, helping lull you to sleep. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep next to you.

A couple hours later you stir awake due to the pain in your stomach and you groan, hiding your face in his neck. Jiyong slowly opens his eyes, forgetting for just a moment where he was, until he realizes its you laying next to him.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He grabs you some Ibuprofen for the pain and you take it.

“My throat is killing me,” you rasp out.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.” He kisses your forehead before grabbing his keys. About ten minutes later he comes back in with two servings of ice cream.

“This might help,” he says as he hands you your desert.

“You know me so well,” you grin as you take a bite of the delectable dessert. He turns on your favorite movie as you both get comfortable again, and eat your midnight snacks. Once your done, cuddling resumes and you kiss his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly in his ear.

“For what?” he peeks down at you.

“For taking care of me, I don’t mean to be a burden,” you look away from his eyes.

“You are never a burden. I like taking care of you,” he reassures you. You smile to yourself and lay your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. As you watch the movie, your eyes slowly start to close and before you know it, you’re out like a light with Jiyong not far behind you.

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[petersasteria]

That's That Me Espresso - G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: Senior barista!Ji-Yong x New barista!Reader Summary: Coffee shop AU. Haters to lovers.

A/N: HEAVILY inspired by my life bc i work as a barista and it's my first job and i've been a barista for like a year and 6 months

You're a fresh graduate with a degree of hospitality and restaurant management. You've always wanted to start your own business, but you wanted to have enough work experience first. Lucky for you, your favorite coffee shop near your apartment is hiring. After you did your chores, you got ready and went to the coffee shop.

Upon opening the door, you were immediately greeted by the warm welcome of the baristas there with an award-winning smile. Of course, you smiled back as you approached a man behind the counter. He smiled, "Hi! What can I get you?"

"Um, hi," You squinted and read his nameplate, "Ji-Yong! I saw that you were hiring and I was wondering if that position has been filled already?"

He looked at you and smirked, "No, it hasn't been filled yet. Though, if it were up to me, you can start today and I'll personally train you. I've been a certified barista trainer for 5 years." He looked very proud of himself. You scrunched your face a little bit before saying, "Anyway, I'd like to leave my resume here." You handed him your resume and he gladly took it from your hand.

He skimmed through everything and nodded a few times with an impressed look on his face. He glanced at you and said, "Cool credentials." He placed your resume on the counter and looked at you, "Listen, I'm like the second senior barista here so I'm basically like a supervisor at this point."

Why was he telling you this?

"Um, okay. Good for you." You said. He chuckled.

"I'm telling you that info because I was going to let you know that you can sit down and I'll tell the manager. It's a bit of a slow day, anyway. I'm sure she can give you an interview today." He smiled.

"Oh, that'd be great! Thank you, Ji-Yong." You gave him a curt smile.

"Maybe next time, you'll call me 'baby' instead." He flirts and winks at you before disappearing in the back office to talk to the manager. You shook your head and sat down on one of the tables near the counter.

After about a minute, you hear footsteps approaching you and you look up to see a different barista holding a tray with a cup of warm latte adorned with a beautiful, simple latte art. "Here's your complimentary latte, miss." He smiles.

"Thanks you..." you trailed off. He didn't have a name tag.

"Oh! Sorry. My name is Daesung."

"Thank you, Daesung! I'm Y/N." You both shook hands and conversed a little bit. You learned that he only started working there the week before and you were quick to learn that he's quite funny. After a quick chat with Daesung, he went back to work after Ji-Yong told him to come back and help make drinks.

The manager walks out of the back office, sees you, and smiles. She walked over to you and said, "Y/N Y/L/N?"

You nod before standing up. You reached out your hand for her to shake, which she did, and said, "You must be the manager."

"Yes, I am. Let's take a seat and talk about your application."

-

Needless to say, the interview was a success. Today's your first day and you were excited and nervous at the same time. It's your first job, after all. You dressed in a simple outfit and when you arrived there, your manager was quick to inform you that Ji-Yong would be your trainer.

Oh, how you found him annoying as hell.

Since he's your trainer, all your breaks are scheduled together. Every chance he'd get, he wanted to be close to you. It started with small things. He would stand next to you and guide your hands to steam the milk correctly, he'd sit next to you on your break time and take a peek on who you're messaging, he'd take a bite of your food before running off laughing. You'd always roll your eyes and just let him be. It was clear that he wanted a reaction from you and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

After a pleasant month of working at the cafe, Ji-Yong decided that it was finally time to train you on the ins and outs of working behind the register. You were extremely nervous. When you asked him for advice, all he said was, "Just don't press the wrong thing."

One day, your manager didn't come in for work because her son was sick and didn't have anyone to take care of him due to her husband being away for business. That would mean Ji-Yong had to step in and play the manager role. After all, he was currently on store manager training.

Throughout the day, many people came in and out of your store and at one point, the line reached the door. Daesung was absolutely busting his ass off making drinks as fast as he could, Taeyang was quickly calling out people's names for them to claim their drinks, and Ji-Yong was jotting down advanced orders and placing them down next to the register for you to see while he heats up the pastries customers bought to quickly hand it to them as they wait for their turn to pay.

And you? Well, you were doing your best. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to have a mental breakdown. But you sucked it all up because you were NOT going to cry today. Especially not now when your trainer, Ji-Yong, is stressed. Of all the days the manager's son could've gotten sick, it had to be on a busy weekend. Ji-Yong was on his wits end.

There were actually two registers, but Ji-Yong decided that since you're under-staffed, that would leave Daesung the only one left to make drinks if he made you and Taeyang transact customers. He had enough compassion and empathy to know that it wouldn't be nice for Daesung to be left like that. That's why he chose you to transact customers as part of your training.

'Taeyang got off easy.' You thought to yourself.

Ji-Yong was quite intimidating and scary. You've never seen him like this before. He was usually fun and relaxed. Not today. He moved so quick. When he joined Daesung to make drinks, he got the ice blended drinks while Daesung worked on the simple hot and iced drinks. In the span of 5 minutes, Ji-Yong was able to make 20 drinks all by himself (tricky promotional drinks included). Daesung was only able to make 10 drinks. A bit irate by that, Ji-Yong sternly said, "Taeyang, you know Daesung's only been here for only a month and he's not that quick yet. You've been here for a year and you know it's a rushed day. Switch."

It was chilling to hear. Taeyang and Daesung immediately switched places, not wanting to be killed by Ji-Yong's intimidating gaze. If they were nervous around him, they can't imagine how scared you are of your trainer. It was at this moment you wanted him beside you because when he left to help make drinks, it felt chilly and you were scared.

After he was done with the ice blended drinks, he wiped his sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, wiped his hands on his apron, took a deep breath, and walked towards you. By now, the line is shorter, but it's still a lot of people.

"How are you?" He quietly asked as he looked for his notepad; preparing to take advanced orders.

"I'm hanging in there." You replied meekly. He snorted before taking advanced orders again. You glanced at him as he plastered a fake smile on his face while conversing with customers to make them less irate. He was quite charming, even though you hated to admit it. You were grateful for him despite the annoying shit he does.

Eventually, peak hours were over and it was now time for a break. Coincidentally, there were no people left. Just then, Ji-Yong did the unthinkable.

"Everyone, gather around." He called out. You, Taeyang, and Daesung left your posts and walked towards him. He was standing by the pastry case, his hand on top of the glass as he leaned over, deep in thought.

"What I'm about to do, shall never reach our manager. I trust you all and I know you guys have trust in me. I wouldn't be here if you didn't." He said quietly. It was almost dramatic like in some Captain America movie where he's going to sacrifice himself or something.

"What're you gonna do?" Taeyang asked, curious about his actions.

He removed his hand on the glass, turned around to face all of you and said, "I've decided to close the store for an hour to get our much needed and long awaited lunch breaks. Because of all your hard work and commitment, I bought all of us lunch and you're free to get your complimentary drink. I'll make a sign that says we'll be closed for an hour. Until then," He trailed off.

He looked at you, "Y/N clear the register. Make sure nothing's on top of the counter, not even your Sharpie. Wipe the pastry case's exterior with glass cleaner and replenish what is needed in the pastry area."

You nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Well? What're you waiting for, Christmas? Go!" He said and you hurriedly did what you were told.

"Daesung, replenish what is needed in the production station, clean them, replenish the milk in the fridge, and for god's sake replenish the beans!" He said and Daesung immediately did that.

"Taeyang, you've always been really quick at lobby duty. You know what to do." Ji-Yong said coolly.

Taeyang nodded, "Yes, sir. Clear the tables, sweep the floor, mop the floor, and throw the trash."

"Good job, now, go." Ji-Yong said as walked to the back office. "I'll make the sign now and once you're all done, remove your aprons and put it in your lockers, wash your hands, and get settled on the table. I will join you shortly."

When all of you were done, you all watched as Ji-Yong taped a sign that said: "BARISTAS ON BREAK. COME BACK AFTER ONE HOUR."

Just as he placed it there, a delivery boy came and Ji-Yong immediately paid the guy as he got the food. Ji-Yong locked the door and made his way towards you with a big smile.

You all decided to share a table because it made no sense to separate. He sat next to you and he distributed all your food.

"Thanks, Ji." Taeyang said as he took a bite.

"Thank you." You and Daesung said at the same time. You all ate in silence when Ji-Yong asked, "Just wondering, how am I doing so far? Y'know, as the manager for today's shift?"

"Ji, you're very skilled." Taeyang started. "You wouldn't be running our shift today if you weren't. You're doing great. I'm actually pretty glad that you're not like our manager. I mean, she's nice and all, but she just stays in the back office the whole day until she decided it's time for her to go home. You stuck with us and ran the shift effectively as you see fit."

"You were quite scary." Daesung admitted. Taeyang chuckled at his confession and Ji-Yong laughed.

"Daesung, I'm only scary when I need to be. I can't be your buddy-buddy barista forever. I'm on manager training now. There are boundaries I have to put if I want our shift to be smooth. However, I'm still your friend and you can still count on me if you make a mistake and want to keep it a secret." Ji-Yong said with a real smile. He turned to look at you, "My wonderful and beautiful trainee... how did I do?"

"You're a natural born leader, that's for sure. I agree with Daesung; you're quite scary, but now I understand why." You said.

"Thanks, guys." Ji-Yong grinned.

After lunch break was over and your table was cleared, Ji-Yong waited for all of you to settle in your stations before removing the signage he put. To his surprise, a long line was waiting. He turned to all of you and said, "Long line again! Be your best selves. Our goal for this part of the shift is to not get a complaint about behavior and attitude. We all just ate, so we have all the energy." He turned to face the customers waiting as he unlocked the door. Immediately, people came in.

Time passed and it was now near closing time. Taeyang was already on his planted position in the lobby area. He was spraying unoccupied tables, wiping them down, and flipping the chairs. Daesung was already cleaning one of the espresso machines and he already shut off one of the blenders in the station behind him. Ji-Yong was removing the empty plates inside the pastry case and removing the signages of food that isn't there anymore. You were transacting the last customer of the day.

"I'd like 5 of your ice blended mocha with 5 additional pumps of salted caramel syrup on each. I'd also like 6 slices of your cheesecake and 5 cookies." Your customer said with a vibe you didn't like. This customer was so full of it. Ji-Yong and Daesung didn't start preparing anything because you didn't endorse anything yet.

"Um, sorry to ask, what size will you be getting for the ice blended mocha?" You asked nicely.

"Ugh, are you stupid? I said large!"

You swallowed the lump on your throat and asked, "As for your food, um, you never clarified what kind of cheesecake and cookies you wanted. For the cheesecake, we have New York cheesecake, blueberry cheesecake, and cookies and cream cheesecake. For the cookies, we have chocolate chip cookies, red velvet cookies, and oatmeal cookies."

"What did I say earlier? I said cheesecake, right? Which means it's plain. It also means that I meant it's the New York cheesecake. As for the cookies, are you really THAT dumb? What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word, 'cookie'?? It's obviously chocolate chip. Can you stop being dumb?!" The customer shouted.

The other customers looked up in shock, even Taeyang stopped mopping the floor. Daesung put a hand on his mouth, not knowing what to say. And Ji-Yong? Well, he's had enough. You were his trainee and you happen to be his work crush. No one treats his trainee and work crush like that. He looked up from what he was doing and coolly walked towards you.

"What's going on?" He asked sternly.

"This cashier girl is stupid! She-"

"I heard you the first time. What I meant to ask was, what's going on and why's your underwear in a twist, huh? You think shouting at people who work in customer service is good? You think so highly of yourself, is that it?" Ji-Yong asked with a raised eyebrow.

"She's my trainee and people I've trained are not stupid. Every barista you see on duty right now, I've trained. They turned out fine. She's just doing her job like I taught her how to. I heard everything. You never said the size you want for your drink, you never said what kind of cheesecake you want, and you never said what cookie you want."

"I'm a regular here! She should know my order by heart!"

"I've been working here for 5 years. I've never seen you before. If I have seen you before, I would know because I would've warned everyone here about your shitty attitude, so don't come here pretending like you own the place because you don't. If the barista says you're not being clear, then you're not being clear. How are we supposed to do anything right, if you can't order properly?" Ji-Yong argued. He wasn't holding back at all.

You looked at him. His veins were popping on his neck and his forehead. Oh, he was MAD.

"How dare you talk to a customer like that?! Where's your manager??"

Ji-Yong smirked, "That would be me."

The customer looked in horror and said, "I'm leaving! I don't want to order anymore!"

"Good! We don't need a customer like you. You're the only customer with many demands that aren't clear. So, yes, do us a favor and go home." Ji-Yong said with a proud look on his face. The customer scoffed and left.

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As Ji-Yong double checked all the stations, all three of you were outside of the cafe, waiting for him.

"That customer was intense, no?" Taeyang said. Daesung nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I thought the customer would bite your head off, Y/N. I mean, thank god Ji-Yong was there to speak."

"He's always had a smart mouth." Taeyang snickered. "I wouldn't put it past him to do shit like that, especially if he's going to be a manager now."

"He was so quiet in the back office. It was weird. I mean, thank goodness the dishwasher made white noise. Otherwise, I'd go insane." You said. You closed the backroom area and you'd glance at Ji-Yong from time to time. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he typed away on the store's computer.

When Ji-Yong was done checking the stations, he closed the air conditioner and the lights before exiting the store. He looked surprised, "Oh, I thought you guys left me already."

"Ji-Yong, you bought us lunch and became our star barista of the day. Of course we'll wait for you." Daesung said with a smile. He's always so positive and joyful.

Ji-Yong's cheeks flushed in a pink color when Daesung mentioned that he was a 'star barista'. He smiled to himself as he locked the door of the cafe. "If you guys want to leave already, you can go now." He said. He looked at the three of you, "Thanks for trusting me today. I hope I didn't let you down. I'm very open to feedback and if you have some feedback for me, well, don't hesitate to send me a message. It's been a pleasure manning our shift."

You all thanked each other and just like that, Daesung and Taeyang left. He looked at you expectantly and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Well, I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me back there." You said in a small voice, afraid that if you spoke louder, you'd cry. His face softened and pulled you in for a hug.

"Aww, it's no problem." He pulled away and looked at you as your tears start clouding your eyes. "You're not stupid because if you're stupid, then you're trainer's stupid. Lucky for you, I'm your trainer and I'm not stupid." He playfully winked, making you chuckle.

"You did great today at the register. I half expected you to cry. I was ready for you and Taeyang to switch places and I know he can transact customers 10x faster than you." He confessed.

"Well, why didn't you?" You questioned.

He shrugged and gave you a boyish grin, "I believed in you. If you trusted me enough to know that I won't fail you as your trainer, I should also trust you not to fail me as your manager. This is a give and take thing, Y/N. Just like how you trust Daesung to make drinks correctly or how you trust Taeyang to give the customers their orders correctly. So, don't be so hard on yourself especially when you're still getting the hang of it. You'll get there eventually."

You nodded, speechless by his encouraging words. "Thank you, Ji-Yong... for everything. I'm learning a lot from you."

"I'll be absolutely terrified if you don't learn anything from me." He laughed. "I'll walk you home. It's not safe to walk this late. Which way are you going?"

You pointed in the direction you usually walk on and he nodded, "Oh, I use the same route too. Where do you live?"

"I live in the apartment nearby, actually."

"...Is your apartment building beige with a random blotch of blue paint?"

"Yes... how did you know?" You eyed him suspiciously as you both started walking.

"Two reasons. One: it's a weird design and two: I live there too." He laughed. "What a coincidence."

"Wow, it's like I can't escape work." You joked, causing him to laugh really hard.

"Wow, and she jokes!" He laughed, kicking a random pebble. "You really are something, Y/N."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I like you, Y/N."

You stopped in your tracks and he stopped too. Neither of you looked at each other.

"Um, sorry for saying it like that. I just-"

"Well, that's that me espresso." You shrugged and continued walking. He chuckled and jogged a little bit to catch up with you.

"What was that?" He chuckled.

"I just mean that you liked me for me, I assume. So, that's that me espresso." You giggled. "I will admit that it does sound silly, but it makes sense to me."

He smiled, "So, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Isn't it bad to date your co-workers?" You questioned, both of you entering the apartment building.

"Lucky for you, I won't be your co-worker for long." He trailed off sadly. "No one else knows this yet except our manager, but I've submitted my two-week notice three days ago. I got a job offer to be a manager at a bigger cafe and the pay's better."

"Well, in that case, I'll be sad to see my trainer go, but I'll be happy very happy to see you when we're going on dates." You flirted as you pressed the elevator button.

He stared at you in surprise and exclaimed, "So, is that a yes?!"

You shrugged, "I don't have a trainer that's stupid."

"Wow, using my words against me." He laughed. The elevator doors opened and both of you entered. He watched as you pressed the floor number you're going to and said, "I'll take you out when I'm not working at the cafe anymore."

"That sounds fine to me."

"In the meantime, can I call and text you?"

"Ji-Yong, we live in the same apartment building." You snickered. The elevator dinged. Both of you got off on your floor and walked to your door. "You know exactly where I live. You can just come over."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I want to start off on a good note... preferably, not when I'm your superior. That's not going to look good, especially on me."

You pulled out your keys, unlocked your door, and hummed. "Okay. We can call and text, but since you want to start off on a good note, maybe we can call and text as friends? Y'know, just until you're settled in your new fancy schmancy bigger and better cafe."

"Sure." He laughed. "It's been a pleasure to walk you home, beautiful. Good night, Y/N." He took your hand and kissed it before dropping it gently.

"That's not very friendly." You smirked.

"I know. I just wanted to give you something to remember me by in hopes that you'll miss me tonight." He winked before walking away. "Good night again, Y/N." He called out.

"Good night, Ji-Yong." You smiled to yourself before entering your apartment.

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A/N: this took me two days to write holy shit WAHAHAHAHAHA lmk if you want to be in a GD taglist! 🤍

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短編 ◞ MORNING CIGARETTES AND COFFEE ⠀⠀ feat. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ motte era kwon ji yong .

知英 ⌇ domestic fluff . caribbean fem!reader . addiction problem . hint of depression . established relationship . ( wc. 419 )

when jiyong stirs awake in his plush hotel room ⸻ sprawled on the king―size mattress , sunken into the jumble of whitish sheets and scrubbing his strewn locks of hair haphazardly , placing a cigarette amidst his teeth and parched lips ⸻ , he intuitively pats your side of the bed , nudging the warm covers out of the way; ceaselessly seeking your dozing figure. he sighs profusely when he doesn't , puffing out a fog of smoke against the pillow.

he grunts then , scratching his steeped―up shoulder , lifting his chin. six of the morning sun's rays sketch from his tapering jawline to his scowling brow , and he batters his eyes in aggravation .

he oscillates ruggedly , cat―like eyes drowsy and scrutinized; hunting your presence. to his right , among the window and the brown armchair , the silhouette of a fluffy and knotted mane , shape concealed by one of his sagging t―shirts meets his pupils. he smacked his lips with pique , stretching sideways to shove himself upward with a throttle gasp. his anatomy slump back on his hip―joints , his loin surge like a porcupine. his scent of nicotine , dior perfume and vanilla shampoo mingles with the spiky smell of coffee and his upper arms unwind weightily as he feels at home.

yet , the edge of his mouth is tilted down in a sneer of tribulation , for you had risen early ( he deduced cloudingly ). jiyong grumbles grudgingly; he abhorred not huddling next to you in the morning , digging into the warmth clinging to your skin and nuzzling the curve of your nape before starting his tedious workday.

with a jaunty wobble , he bursts from under the coverlets with a limp rocking motion. his bare feet flat against the chilly floor make the hair on the back of his neck flip up in a shivering whip. he takes a drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it on the solid surface of a high , circular piece of furniture in the corner of the bedroom , spitting the smoke behind his shoulder blade , dimly remembering how much you loathe the acrid scent it leaves on the walls. his long fingers tickle your ribcage , the tip of his nose sweeps along the highway of your mandible. his tongue soaks his dried mouth and nestles a tender , intimate smooch on the telltale hint of your pulse pounding in your neck. he drinks in the fizz of your tanned skin , and the cloying rattle of your small purr .

he grins delightedly , with all his teeth ; " good morning , darlin' . "

I GOT THE POWER Ξ © PECKOO , 2025 .

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consideration

a/n: something short and sweet for valentine’s day :)

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you always appreciated simplicity in your life. you lived your life with the intention to make it as calm and quiet as possible. because for the longest time, your mind and body had always been running around in loops. you vowed to give yourself the peace that you had yearned for, and hoped to find someone who could also provide that. 

so when you met jiyong, you questioned whether he could provide that peace for you. you both came from different lives, which you didn’t mind. but you still had your qualms about how a relationship with a well-known musician would pan out. would it be hectic? would it be distant? would it disrupt your peace? you thought about all the scenarios in your head, but you felt a nudge from the universe that this was worth exploring. and so, you surrendered. 

you had thought that loving jiyong would be incredibly fleeting, with how hectic his schedule was, his brain always on and running at lightning speed. but you were proven wrong, oh so wrong. because jiyong was also a simple man outside of the spotlight. he made it known to you how much he loved you and considered what you needed, too. 

it was the way he’d hug you from behind, and plant gentle kisses on you as you were making breakfast in the morning. telling you how beautiful you were, and showing his admiration and appreciation for what you do at any moment of the day. 

it was the way he’d call when it was reasonable for you while he was on tour, just to hear your voice and tell you how much he loved and missed you, even if it was late where he was and he was exhausted. (‘babe you don’t have to call me right now it’s late for you’ ‘but babe, i want to’) 

you were never really into extravagant or flashy gifts, because to you, loving him was the best gift of all. still, he’d find small ways to brighten your day, like surprising you with a delivery of your favorite flowers at work (with a note that says ‘just because ♥︎’), or creating a photobook filled with all the photos he’s taken of you, a tangible reminder of how he sees you and loves you. 

and when life felt too heavy for you to carry on your own, he would be right there. picking up the pieces you’d leave behind, holding you close and steadily as you let yourself surrender to the wave of emotions. you knew in that moment he was your safe space, the home you could stay in to quiet your mind and soul. to find your peace.

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happy valentine's day lovies!! 🤍😘