#gdragon scenario

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh

not proofread

breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.

which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.

the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”

“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.

you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.

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walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.

the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.

after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.

he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.

you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.

all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.

"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.

you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.

his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.

without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.

he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.

“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”

you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”

you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.

he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.

you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.

“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.

“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.

“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.

he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.

[spacequokka]

Who You?

Pairing: Ex!Jiyong x Reader Genre: Angst Rating: G Summary: It's harder to pretend he doesn't miss you than he thought. Word Count: 0.8k Warnings: slighty mean Ji

Jiyong never understood why he turned up to these things. Hanging out with friends when you were among them wasn’t the same anymore. He knew he said he could do it, he could go back to being just friends, but it was a lie. His fingers ached to touch you, to hold your hands like you used to do. His lips tingled thinking of the many kisses you shared.

But now you were a crowd of people away and barely looked at him.

He hated it.

“Hey, we should all pile up on the ferris wheel!” Someone called out and the group immediately agreed. Assholes. Jiyong hoped like hell he’d get paired with anyone but you.

The line wasn’t too long, but somehow you’d drifted closer to him. Close enough to reach out and touch. He huffed and looked away. He wouldn’t give in now, not after a month of toughing it out and swallowing the pain. Another thirty minutes was nothing.

“Hey, Ji.”

His traitorous heart lurched at the sound of your voice and his head whipped around fast enough to make his neck hurt. Sure enough, there you were looking up at him with shy, unsure eyes. He said he’d never fall in love again yet there he was falling for you once more.

“Hey.” The word was stilted and rough around the edges.

You didn’t care. “Everyone’s pairing up. Do you have someone yet?”

He hated how the words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, as if you were asking if he’d moved on. A silly question given his history. He always took his time warming up to someone enough to hold them close the way he’d done with you. He had at least another year ahead of him and he didn’t even have someone new in mind.

He shook his head. “Nope.”

You nodded, more to yourself than in response to him, and pursed your lips. “Me either. We can buddy up then.”

“You assume I’d want to.” The second the words were out he cringed. He couldn’t help but be a little bitter, a little petty.

Your smile faltered. “We can’t go up alone.”

He wanted to argue, wanted to throw a tantrum and say mean things he didn’t mean just so you’d feel the same as he did. Yet, as always when it came to you, he couldn’t bring himself to keep up the act. And he was sure as rain that you knew how weak he was for you. The breakup had been a shitty attempt to get away from the vulnerability you brought out of him.

“Right.” He muttered. “Well, I’m not holding your hand if you get scared.”

He hated how everyone gave you both knowing eyes and sly smiles. This meant nothing. It was a simple ride that be just like your failed relationship—slow but over as soon as it started. He hated how the car was small and forced you sit close together. He needed much more than an arm’s length of space between you. Being so close to you made his skin tingle in ways he’d rather not feel. This was a stupid idea. Suddenly he couldn’t stay. still, fidgeting in his seat while pointedly looking away from you. There was no telling what dumb idea his body would get looking at you this close.

“Do you regret it at all?” Your voice cut through his unease, slamming him back down to earth with the tenderness in your voice. “Do you…do you ever miss me?”

What possessed him to look your way, he’ll never know. Yet still, his eyes found yours in the dimly lit car just as it reached the top of the ride. For the first time of the night, you looked hurt, wrecked and falling apart.

“What does it matter?” He ground the words out, determined to keep up the appearance of indifference. “The past is in the past.”

He hated the way tears lined your beautiful eyes but didn’t fall. The way your bottom lip trembled as if it was just that hard to keep it together. The way he wanted to pull you close and hold you and tell you it’d be okay—that you’d be okay, you just needed more time to get used to life without him. That he honestly still loved you more than words could express but the fear of being left wanting was stronger.

A fear you were living in that moment.

His body moved on its own, an arm curling around your shoulders and bringing your face to his chest. You shuddered with a quiet sob and he broke too, turning in his seat to hold you properly. As his eyes started to burn, he found himself whispering into your hair:

“I miss you every day and night.”

[aettuddae]

BLUE BLOOD — ⌞ KARINA SMAU ⌝

ᝰ pairing: karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

ᝰ synopsis: after the death of his predecessor, devi's father assumes the position of prime minister of south korea. this brings her closer to the royal family, where she crosses paths with crown princess karina, with whom she finds herself in a back-and-forth of friction and interactions that blossom after a night they spent together, but which cannot be repeated.

ᝰ genre: social media au, non-idol au, royalty au, high society au, forbidden love au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

ᝰ warnings: main character is an original character. insults, swearing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), may add on.

ᝰ status: on going.

ᝰ featuring: aespa, and members of bigbang and le sserafim.

— profiles :

— karina's | devi's

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

[maskedcrawford]

Lips of an Angel

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: After a fight with your current boyfriend, you call your ex.

Warnings: Angsttttt, cheating on both parts.

A/N: In NO way shape or form do I condone cheating. This is a FICTIONAL story, and doesn't represent GD in any way, he's just a character in the story. You can probably guess the song that sort of inspired the story.

Requests are OPEN

Jiyong is laying in bed next to his fiancé when his phone vibrates on the bedside table. He picks up the phone seeing your number splayed across the screen. His breath catches in his throat.

“Hello?” His voice is barely audible.

“Ji?” Your voice is soft spoken.

“Jagiya?” He slowly crawls out of bed, checking the clock to see that its just past midnight.

“Why are you calling me?” His voice is filled with concern. He can hear the sniffling on the other end of the phone.

“I missed you, Jiyong.” He involuntarily shutters at the way you say his name.

“Don’t say that,” he whispers, but doesn’t mean it.

“You don’t miss me?” you ask him innocently.

“Sometimes,” he breathes as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Sometimes yeah. But we both moved on,” he tries to explain it.

“Did we?” you sniffle again.

“Why are you crying?” He can hear you move around, a door opening on the other side of the phone.

“We had a bad fight,” you sigh as you sit in the car in your drive way. He sits back in his chair, keeping an eye on his bedroom door.

“What happened?”

“It’s complicated, and I really don’t want to talk about him,” your voice drops to a level of seduction.

“Y/n,” he sighs.

“If you don’t want to talk, hang up,” You say simply, “I’m not forcing you to do anything.” You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you hear silence for a moment on the other end of the phone.

“Ji?”

“I’m here,” he sighs.

“Meet me at our old place?”

“I’ll be there in 10.” Jiyong says before grabbing the car keys. You two meet at the park, an old tree in the back of it, surrounded by others so its hidden and secret. You reach the tree first, seeing your initials carved into it with a heart. It's been there since the previous summer, when you swore Kwon Jiyong was the man you'd someday marry.

“Why are we here?” His voice is quiet as he walks up to you and, boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. His eyes automatically find the carving and he feels an ache in his chest.

“I dreamt of you,” you say quietly, “I dreamt of you and us and what it was like,” you trail off staring at the ground. He doesn’t say anything; he just stares at you trying to read the situation.

"I dreamt of what it could be," your voice cracks a bit at the end of your sentence.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispers.

“But you came of your own volition.” You remind him.

“Do you ever think about me? Us?” you know it sounds desperate but that doesn’t make a difference to you right now.

“I’ve dreamt of you,” he admits. You slowly inch your way forward to him, both of your faces inches from one another.

“My girl’s at home, y/n.”

“And yet I know you wish it was me,” you say as you search his features in the moonlight. He doesn’t deny it. He can’t. He knows the passion the two of you shared isn’t the same as what he has now.

“She’s good for me,” he tries to reason. You nod, not moving away or forward.

“Does he even know we’re here or that you called me?” You shake your head no and Jiyong can feel the heart beat in his chest accelerate.

“We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

“Then why are we meeting in the middle of the night?” His brow is quirked at you.

“I just needed to see you,” you runs your hands up and down his arms, landing on the tops of his shoulders.

“I,” you sigh as his hands move to your waist.

“We never even properly said goodbye,” you pout with desperation in your voice.

“Y/n,” he says as if he’s warning you, or maybe himself, as he pulls your closer, your faces centimeters apart. He looks at your lips and you look at his, the two of you momentarily forgetting you're out in public, and your lips meet for a soft, deliberately slow kiss. Your hands fist his shirt as his arms wrap around you, pulling you just a little closer. You savor his taste, mint, whiskey and a slight hint of cigarette smoke. It’s been your kryptonite since that first kiss he planted on you after your first date.

“I love her,” he breathes against your lips, almost like an apology.

“I know,” you say before pulling him in for another kiss, this one rougher and more passionate, your teeth lightly knocking together, his hands roam your body, and goosebumps appear. His touch is like lightening, the way it pricks your skin.

“You love him,” he says after the two of you part.

“No, I don’t,” you admit sheepishly.

“You just had a fight, that’s,”

“I don’t, Jiyong,” you cut him off.

“I don’t love him. I can’t love him. Not after what he did.” You say quietly. His hands cup your cheeks and he moves your face so it’s facing his.

“What did he do?” His eyes hold a fire that you hadn’t seen in ages, a fierce protectiveness in them.

“He shook me when I tried to ask about a girl in his phone that sent him nude pictures. He said I was crazy, that weren’t any pictures even when I showed them to him. He accused me of getting nudes just to fight with him.” Jiyong sighs and pulls you in for a hug. His rests on yours as you embrace him back.

“God, you’re making this hard,” he sighs while closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in his chest. You know this can’t end well. You know he loves his girlfriend, but part of you just needed him, even if it was just for a moment. The two of you sit down by the trunk of the tree in the silence of the night, resting against one another.

“Sometimes I wish she was you,” he admits suddenly. You look over at him and he’s staring at the moon, the night wind ruffling through his hair.

“We never really moved on,” you scoff shaking your head. The memory of that last fight playing through your head. It was over something so stupid, so small and petty.

“I still love her,” he tries to defend.

“Then why are you here with me, knowing damn well if she knew you were here she’d be crushed,” you ask honestly.

“You sounded like you needed help," his shoulders slump.

“You didn’t have to come,” he peers down at you, the way the moonlight catches your face makes you look innocent and small compared to him.

He withdrawals his arm from around your shoulder.

“I know,” he says as he stands up. You watch him, prepared for him to make his choice.

“I should get back, before she wakes up.” He scratches the back of his neck as you stand up.

“One last time?” you ask as you wrap your arms around his neck. He allows you to pull him down for one last kiss, one that says everything for the both of you.

“I love you, Jiyong,” you say when your foreheads rest together.

“I know,” he says before tearing himself away from you.

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Masterlist

Part 2

[rik0shii]

younger cousin!reader taking care of Top during his scandal. reader cook for him making sure he eats, making sure he didn't feel alone after what had happened to him. she knows that Top loves music and encourage him to write some as his therapy. (he once mentioned it in his recent interview that making music is one of the things that slowly healed him from his past!) basically just reader feeling concerned and taking care of her oppa <3

A Place to Rest

After everything that happened, Seunghyun shuts himself away, weighed down by exhaustion and self-doubt. But you refuse to leave him alone. You make sure he eats, stay by his side so he doesn’t feel alone, and remind him of the passion that once helped him heal—his music. Through quiet persistence and unwavering support, you encourage him to write again, not for anyone else but for himself. Even if he can’t see a way forward yet, you believe in him—enough for both of you.

hii i hope you enjoy this!! reposts and comments are appreciated!<33

The apartment was quiet, too quiet. It wasn’t the kind of peaceful silence that felt comfortable—it was the heavy kind, the kind that pressed against your chest and made everything feel colder.

You glanced toward the couch, where Seunghyun sat, unmoving. His posture was slouched, his hands clasped loosely between his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor. He looked exhausted, not just physically but in a way that went deeper, like he was carrying a weight too heavy for one person.

You hated seeing him like this.

With a quiet sigh, you placed the bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of him. “I made you something to eat.”

He barely acknowledged you, just a slight shift of his eyes toward the bowl before looking away again. “I’m not hungry.”

“You always say that,” you said, crossing your arms. “But you still have to eat.”

“Not right now.” His voice was low, quiet.

You sat down beside him, determined not to let him sink any further into himself. “Seunghyun, when was the last time you had a proper meal?”

He didn’t answer. That was answer enough.

“You need to take care of yourself,” you said gently. “Even if it’s hard.”

For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then, finally, he let out a slow exhale and picked up the spoon. He took a small sip, barely more than a taste, but it was something.

A small smile tugged at your lips. “See? Not so bad, right?”

Seunghyun let out a quiet, almost hollow chuckle. “You’re too stubborn.”

“You’ve known me long enough to expect this by now,” you teased, hoping to lift the mood even just a little.

He didn’t respond, just kept eating slowly, like it was a chore. You knew he wasn’t enjoying it, not really. But at least he was trying. That was what mattered.

For weeks now, he had been shutting himself away. After everything that had happened—the scandal, the backlash, the isolation—he had retreated into his own world, letting the weight of it all bury him. You had seen glimpses of this side of him before, but never like this.

Seunghyun had always been someone larger than life. Confident. Creative. A force of nature. Seeing him like this, quiet and withdrawn, hurt more than you could put into words.

“You know,” you started carefully, watching his reaction, “you once told me that making music helped you through your hardest times.”

He stilled, his spoon hovering just above the bowl.

“You said it was the only thing that really let you express yourself,” you continued. “That when everything felt like too much, writing helped.”

Seunghyun slowly set the spoon down. His expression was unreadable, but you could see something shift in his eyes.

“I don’t know if that’s true anymore,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It is,” you said without hesitation. “Even if you don’t believe it right now, I do.”

He let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Then don’t think about starting,” you said. “Just write. Anything. Even if it’s messy, even if it doesn’t make sense. Just… let it out.”

He didn’t respond, just stared at the ceiling like he was searching for something there.

“You don’t have to share it with anyone,” you added. “Just do it for yourself.”

Silence stretched between you, but this time, it didn’t feel as heavy. It felt like he was actually considering it.

“You really think it’ll help?” he finally asked.

“I do.” You met his eyes, unwavering. “And even if you don’t believe in yourself right now, I still believe in you.”

Something flickered across his face—something fragile, hesitant. Hope.

For the first time in weeks, he didn’t look so lost.

He didn’t promise anything, didn’t say he would do it, but the fact that he was listening, that he was even thinking about it, was enough.

For now, that was enough.

[multidol]

REACCIÓN ★ BIGBANG

Por primera vez se van de viaje contigo, su pareja.

❥ Advertencias: Ninguna.

❥ Pedido: Si.

English Version ‧ masterlist

CHOI SEUNGHYUN (T.O.P)

Estaba completamente centrado en disfrutar en todos los sentidos, haciendo actividades que ambos apreciaran y, en su caso, le brindaran tranquilidad. Elegiría sitios que despertaran el interés de los dos, incluyendo, inevitablemente, algunos restaurantes y bodegas en la lista. Su objetivo era distanciarse del trabajo y de las interacciones forzadas, deseando simplemente compartir momentos de calidad contigo.

KWON JIYONG (G-Dragon)

Por dentro, sería como un niño entusiasmado y feliz, realmente emocionado por la idea. Sonreiría cada vez que recordara que viajaría contigo, centrado más en el tiempo que compartirían juntos que en las actividades que podrían hacer.

DONG YOUNGBAE (TaeYang)

YoungBae estaría tranquilo y contento, dejando entrever de vez en cuando las expectativas que tenía sobre el viaje. Para él, sería una oportunidad clave para fortalecer la relación y descubrir cómo se desenvolverían juntos, lejos de su zona de confort. Confiaba en que disfrutarían la experiencia, pero también lo veía como una prueba importante para determinar hacia dónde se encaminaba su relación.

KANG DAESUNG

Definitivamente estaba feliz, completamente emocionado de que te sintieras tan a gusto con la relación como para aceptar su propuesta de viajar juntos. Le entusiasmaba la alejarse de la fama y la atención, siendo simplemente ustedes, disfrutando el momento y fortaleciendo aún más su vínculo.

[multidoluv]

REACTION ★ BIGBANG

For the first time, they’re traveling with you, their partner.

❥ Warnings: None.

❥ Request: Yes.

Spanish Version ‧ masterlist

CHOI SEUNGHYUN (T.O.P)

He was entirely focused on enjoying the experience in every way, choosing activities that you both appreciated and, in his case, brought him peace. He would pick places that sparked both your interests, inevitably including a few restaurants and wineries on the list. His goal was to step away from work and forced interactions, simply wanting to share quality moments with you.

KWON JIYONG (G-Dragon)

On the inside, he’d be like an excited and happy child, truly thrilled by the idea. He would smile every time he remembered that he’d be traveling with you, focusing more on the time you’d spend together than on the activities you could do.

DONG YOUNGBAE (TaeYang)

YoungBae would be calm and happy, occasionally letting slip the expectations he had for the trip. To him, it would be a key opportunity to strengthen your relationship and see how you’d navigate being together outside your comfort zones. He was confident you’d enjoy the experience, but he also saw it as an important test to determine where your relationship was headed.

KANG DAESUNG

He was definitely happy, completely thrilled that you felt comfortable enough in the relationship to accept his proposal to travel together. The idea of escaping fame and attention excited him—just the two of you, enjoying the moment and strengthening your bond even more.

[kwomikailea]

help

Guys help me😭 I've trying to find a specific one shot of gd, where he and bigbang are like performing and its the reader's birthday or sum, and gd was singing R.O.D(requested by taeyang after mentioning it was the reader's fav song) as a final song of sorts, and he and the reader had a duet, i can't remember the title and i don't know if its on here or on another website😭😭 im legit losing my mind😔😔😭😭😭

[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

pairing: g-dragon x reader warnings: none word count: 1.1k

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— this is for anyone that feels like a burden to others if they dare open up about their feelings —

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jiyong slides in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. music production has been so stressful, trying to meet the high expectations put on his name. g-dragon. sometimes, he wishes he can run away from this name, from his genius producer reputation. but he loves music, his fans and...he wouldn't have met you.

he met his girlfriend of three months now through mutual friends, and he couldn't be more thankful. you're everything to him, which is why your reply made him sulk.

jy: hi baby, are you free tonight? ;) y/n: hii my beloved, im sorryy :( work has piled up and i see no escape. i'll be busy for the next few days :(

several days is way too long of a time without seeing you. "i don't blame her, i'm struggling the same with my work. but i would love to see her for an hour or two." he was ranting to his bestfriend, taeyang, on the phone with a visible sulk in his voice. "i think you should tell her that jiyong, maybe she was too stressed to think of meeting for a few hours."

he was staring at the demo he produced a few hours ago, his mind thinking of ways to make the song sound better. he forgot taeyang, still on the other side of the call, but a feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "did she say she's busy with work for a few days?" "yeah, why?" he cleared his voice, "uhm guys, what are you on about?"

hyorin, taeyang's wife, sounded worried. "i think you should go check up on her, jiyong-ssi." he sat straight in his seat "why? what does it mean when she says she's busy?" hyorin sighed on the other end, "i can't talk in detail about it because it's not my place but, (y/n) has struggled with being vulnerable because of a previous relationship." he stood up fully now, rushing to save his work. "i coincidentally went to visit her with a meal when she said she was busy, and she was having a breakdown...she thinks she will be a burden if she made people rush to her side everytime she's going through something." his heart felt like it stopped working, like it malfunctioned. why would she...she's not comfortable with me?...

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you heard a knock on your apartment door and you started wiping your tears, the delivery man doesn't need to be seeing dried tears and puffy eyes, you tried to joke. "you can leave it just on the inside-" you were super-glued to your place. it wasn't the delivery man. "ji-jiyong?" your voice came out thick from all the crying you did. "can i please come in?" his voice was almost a whisper, like he is afraid to raise it any higher in case you run the other way.

you silently opened the door wider to allow him in, not knowing what to do with yourself. run, hide, don't show him your weakness. your traumatised mind was screaming at you, but you were still glued in-front of the gentlest man you've ever met. his eyes had an expression you couldn't read; pain? guilt? sadness..?

your body starts forcing you to walk into the living room, but before you turned around he leaped and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head leaning into your shoulder, engulfing you whole. you stayed in your place, you didn't understand what was happening. "(y/n)" he breathed again. "(y/n)" he breathed out, "why are you crying, alone, when i'm here?" you felt your body shaking, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the confession he was asking of you.

you held him tighter, and he returned it by pulling you closer to him. "it's not about you" your voice was more of a whisper than anything. "i know baby" you shifted in his arms, "you know?" he slowly started drawing circles on the small of your back. "hyorin told me a bit about it, but" he placed a kiss on the top of your head as he rested his chin on the top of your head, "who in their right mind would not want to hold you in their arms, like this, and smell your floral shampoo?" he tried to lighten the mood.

"a whiny, clingy person" you started "that's what he told me when i called him, needing reassurance." at which point did your tears started pooling around your eyes again, you don't know, but you notice how jiyong starts swaying the both of you gently right and left, like he's telling you he's listening. he knew you still had more to say. "i'm the type of person that holds it in, i don't complain unless i've suppressed my emotions for too long. at some point in my relationship, he started sighing anytime i tried to express how i'm feeling.." you started crying, but wanted to continue,

"so, i stopped telling anyone how i feel. every time i tried to speak, my mind would start to attack me, scream at me, and it shut me up." you hid your face in his chest as you cried your heart out. you let out all of your pent-up feelings to another human being after all this time. it wasn't just anyone, it was to the person that mattered the most to you. his arms melted away your sadness, stress, frustration. after what felt like hours, your cries were now sniffles, slowly settling into this newly cleansed heart.

you felt jiyong pull away, and pull you with him over to the couch in the living room. he sat you down, held your tear-stained face ever so gently, wiping any escaping tear from your (e/c) eyes. "your vulnerability" he kissed the space between your brows "is what you makes you human" he kissed your left cheek "becoming someone you can lean on," he kissed your right cheek "is a great honour for me." he kisses your nose "i want to know your everything, i want you to cry only in my arms, and to complain when life feels unfair." he grazed his thumb over your lower lip.

he slowly leaned in, placing a feather-like kiss. you smiled as he kissed you again, deepening the kiss, like he's sealing the promise he made to you with his warm, soft lips. you melted, feeling your mind settle into an unheard whisper. he rested his forehead on yours, sighing happily.

"i love you, kwon jiyong." he giggled at the mention of his full name, "i love you too, (y/n) (l/n)." you were both giggling at this point. you settled on his lap, as he held you close to his chest. feeling his heartbeat, you felt yourself come home. "thank you, my dearest." he reassuringly squeezed your upper arm. "always, my most beloved."

a/n: im working on a gdragon x reader slow burn friends to lovers reuqested by anon, but enjoy this scenario written by yours truly :)

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BLUE BLOOD — chapter 1.

ᝰ synopsis: after the death of his predecessor, devi's father assumes the position of prime minister of south korea. this brings her closer to the royal family, where she crosses paths with crown princess karina, with whom she finds herself in a back-and-forth of friction and interactions that blossom after a night they spent together, but which cannot be repeated.

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devi was an extremely multifaceted person, a true wonder. she was a shot in the air, the hurricane that came to sweep away everything in its path. she had never learned to set limits for herself, and if she did it was out of pure survival instinct. although that's what devi did least of all, survive. surviving meant you weren't living, not the right way. ha devi was in love with life and the adrenaline rush of giving her heart and soul to it. she was passionate about her convictions, she fought for what she believed in and was always at the front of any stampede that moved in the direction of something better.

devi was a traveler. she knew the world as she knew herself. she loved paris, she loved escaping to the different countries that made up the caribbean, she treasured her memories of her adventures in africa, but most of all she loved seoul.

she believed that a good politician was one who loved their land, and there were none of those left. her sensitive being was squeezed when she saw power in the hands of those who only wanted money or to take advantage of the weakest, of the people. unfortunately, she was surrounded by that kind of person.

that's why seeing her at a royal event was so peculiar, like meeting a jaguar in the middle of a public road. a gala full of economists, politicians and businessmen was no place for a dreamer like her.

but devi was also a lover. she loved to live like she loved to give her heart to whomever she thought was worthy, and she loved people. she was someone who would come for you at four in the morning when you needed company, she was the one who would follow you to the end of the world if you asked her to. and she was the one who would show up at a masquerade ball just because her best friend yunjin wanted it.

the lights were dazzling, changing and flashing to the rhythm of the music that the girl found extremely boring, but she understood that it was what was supposed to musicalize the lives of such monotonous people with such empty goals. the crowd was suffocating, but not for someone who was so fascinated with the human being and how it worked, not for someone who looked for connections between people as if she was under the sea and looking for oxygen. she thought that among so many packages without content maybe she could find someone who was worthwhile.

and so she did. because when you look, you find. and even more so with the determination and stubbornness that characterized the young woman.

the night had passed without notable events, beyond the fact that she enjoyed being in the presence of her friend who was characterized by being the soul in any crowd she found herself in, and with her other friend, jiyong, who if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to make a party entertaining.

but it wasn't until she went outside to smoke a cigarette away from the distressing tunes that were dazing her inside the hall, that she found something that really gave her evening something to look forward to.

everyone at the gala was wearing their masks, as they went about their business, it was hard to tell who you were running into, but when a slender, delicate figure made her presence known in the courtyard next to devi, she didn't need to see her face. the woman had the most striking back and nape she had ever seen in her life, if she had ever paid attention to that. it was her aura of elegance that called ha to not be able to take her eyes off of her.

and devi wasn't shy or slow. if something caught her attention, she wanted it for herself, so after a moment of letting her eyes lose themselves in the woman's porcelain skin and finishing her cigarette, she approached this one. she positioned herself behind her and leaned in so that her head was on her shoulder, at ear level.

"are you looking for something?" she let out in a whisper that ran through her body.

the latter gave a little jump from the fright of the sudden company and turned quickly to see who it was. "i don't know who you are." was all she could say due to the uncertainty of the situation.

"for now." her mask only covered her nose and eyes so the confident smile that had been drawn on her lips was easily visible.

"who are you?" repeated the girl already calmer, and now slightly annoyed by the intrusion of the contrarian.

"i can't tell you." she refused. "that's what masks are for." she pointed to the pieces covering their faces. "but if you let me buy you a drink you'd be one step closer to knowing."

"and why would i accept a drink from you?" she folded her arms and from behind the garment covering her could still be seen furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.

"because clearly i'm the most interesting thing that's happened to you all night."

maybe it was the drinks, or the sweet words that came out of devi's mouth like a waterfall, or her delicacy to treat a woman. or maybe the lady was extremely bored like everyone else at that party and was looking for something to generate dopamine. there were several possible factors as to how they had arrived at that situation, the only certainty was that they had ended up on the second floor that was desolate, in the darkness of a corridor, desperately kissing each other.

it was like that. when devi set her eyes on something, she got it.

the woman's hands tangled in devi's hair as they frantically sought to bring her even closer than they were, while ha's touch ran up and down the back of the other woman's back whose dress left exposed as if inviting her to explore it. their mouths were in a war to prove who needed the other more and their tongues caressed each other when they saw the opportunity to do so. the blackhaired lifted one leg with difficulty due to the big dress she was wearing and caressing devi's side with it she reached her waist wrapping it around it to which the latter held her firmly to avoid her from falling.

"we should go back." the woman spoke between kisses.

"no." she secured her grip on her waist and leg. "we shouldn't."

she brought her hands up to her cheeks to pull her away a little. "i didn't come here alone." she reported, still unable to stop the kisses the contrarian was leaving on her lips.

"neither did i." she concurred. "but i guess they wouldn't mind losing sight of me for a night." she tried to rejoin their lips only to be stopped by a hand resting over her mouth.

"maybe you have that privilege." she observed. "but if they lose sight of me, there's going to be a big problem." she laughed softly.

"let there be." she instigated. "what would life be without trouble?" she smiled broadly, her opponent's hand still on her lips.

"it's not that easy." she spoke with some sadness.

"things are only hard when you make them hard."

"do you have a philosophical saying for everything i say?" she looked at her amused.

"i must convince you to stay with me somehow." she raised her hand to her shoulder to carress her arm from it gently to take the hand resting on her lips and pull it away a little so that she could leave a kiss on the back of it. "would you let me take you out of here?" she proposed, her eyes expectant.

"and where would you take me?" she asked with a laughing expression.

"to my humble quarters, of course." she stretched her arms in the air as if speaking of something obvious. "i must warn you." she raised her index finger in the air, placing it in front of her as a warning sign. "that i am not the tidiest person in the world." she extended her palm after giving herself away. "but my mattress is extremely comfortable." she returned to her, grabbing her waist.

"i can't afford to run away with a messy felon."

devi showed a pout on her lips, which made the woman laugh.

"not without first knowing who i'd be running off with." she hinted mischievously.

"oh, of course." the girl took her distance, to a point where the other could see her clearly. she took the mask covering her face and carefully removed it, arranging her hair and clothes after doing so as if to look more presentable, finally staring at her exposing herself as if she were the muse of a painting. "devi." she held out her hand inviting for a squeeze. "to please you." she winked.

the woman took her hand as she laughed at her opposite's comment and tugged this one closer until she was at a sufficient distance to give her a gentle tap on the shoulder. devi wrapped her arms around her and looked into her eyes, losing herself in them as had been happening to her all night. the blackhaired took advantage of the closeness to inspect her features carefully, squinting her eyes as if that would help.

"i think i know you from somewhere." she mentioned, but she wasn't able to decipher where she knew that face from.

"i don't think so." she shook her head. "i'm never in one place for too long."

"you'd be surprised to know that i'm not either." she concurred.

"now that i've revealed my super-secret identity." she began. "could you give me the privilege of knowing yours?" she asked kindly.

"okay." she agreed after hesitating for a few seconds. "but don't freak out as soon as you see me."

"never." she assured and stepped back to give her space.

the blackhaired took a moment to meditate on what she was about to do, devi noticed her anxiety as she shook her hands as if trying to shake off the nervousness that way. she took a breath and raised her arms to behind her head to untie the straps that held the mask over her face. finally removing the piece and revealing the person underneath it.

devi froze, staring at her as if she had come face to face with a ghost. she was the most beautiful creature her eyes had ever seen, but it wasn't the first time they had seen her. she contemplated for a second that she had gotten herself into a barbaric mess, but another great quality of devi was that she was brave and didn't shy away from even the biggest of disasters. and if she thought about it, this was more of a blessing than a problem, a peculiar blessing.

devi arranged her garments again and quickly bowed. "jeoha." —your highness —.

"oh, please." she scoffed. "get up." she commanded and immediately devi obeyed. "you have put your hands inside my dress, all of this is performative."

"my hands were inside your dress before i knew you were a royal princess." she defended herself.

"you really didn't know?" she inquired incredulously.

"these masks." she held up her own, showing it. "they really do the job." she joked.

"do you understand now why it would be a big deal if i disappear for a night?"

"i understand." devi took a few quiet steps toward the princess. "and yet i still think we should give it a try." she admitted.

"you're stubborn." the blackhaired pointed out.

"i just really like you, princess katarina." she confessed.

the largest of the audience halls at gyeongbokgung palace was packed with a large number of the elite waiting to see the king appoint the new prime minister following the tragic and untimely death of the one who had previously served in that job.

the news had announced a tragic car accident and plans for his wake and the upcoming inauguration of the deputy prime minister were set in motion according to protocol as quickly as possible.

normally, the ceremony for the appointment of the prime minister was somewhat more discreet, but this time, a big event had been arranged. ha yoonho had been chosen by the king himself to take office, and after being accepted by parliament, the organizations for the celebration had begun immediately. it was no coincidence that the king had thrown such a party for the occasion since the ha dynasty and the yu dynasty had been close friends for decades, and in this case, ha yoonho and king yu seongmin were close friends.

the huge doors opened, letting in the new prime minister of south korea, bringing everyone to their feet. behind a large wooden table waiting for him at the end of a long red carpet were the king and his wife. while the royal princesses were seated to one side, their seats being closest to their parents. on the opposite side to them was yoonho's spouse, and next to her was an empty chair.

as the man walked in front of the attentive gaze of all those people who were part of the parliament cabinet and the south korean upper class to the rhythm of a melody played by a string ensemble, a bit of commotion began to build in the area where his family was supposed to be. people began to run and make room for each other while someone's agitated voice could be heard in murmurs. out of the crowd emerged ha dabin, or devi, the prime minister's daughter, who had overslept and was late for her own father's appointment as the most powerful person in the country. she made her way awkward and hurriedly to her mother and took a seat in that waiting chair, earning a rebuke from the woman next to her.

karina's eyes, who was watching everything from the front wing, expanded in horror as she saw her next to the woman who only minutes before had greeted and introduced herself as father ha's wife. that's where she knew devi from, it all finally made sense. she was the daughter of one of her father's closest friends and she had seen her at a few events throughout her life.

but more important than that, it meant she had slept with the daughter of the new prime minister.

from her place, devi began to survey the room, her ability to pay attention to things being very short, she always needed something to stimulate her mind, and as she let her eyes wander around the room, she found it. her gaze fell on princess katarina who was already staring at her from earlier.

karina expected anything but to meet her one-night stand in the middle of a royal appointment.

devi smiled sideways at her, her eyes showing confidence. the girl was happy to see her again, for a moment she had forgotten that she would be there, to be honest, she wasn't even sure if the princesses would attend. karina wore her hair down and a white dress that clung to her body perfectly, the newcomer was unable to tear her gaze away from her.

she winked at her.

and karina looked away.

the ceremony passed with devi paying very little attention to what was going on with her father and too much to the crown princess, while this one pretended not to see her and tried her best to stay focused on the event, giving a few glances at the other at times, only to be discovered by her.

everyone left the courtroom and devi was now officially the daughter of the prime minister of south korea. she congratulated her father before anyone else and took advantage of the gathering of people who came to speak to him to go on her journey to find the woman she had been with a month before.

after that night, waking up in ha's apartment, karina had practically fled. she said a fleeting goodbye and left no way of contacting her for a devi who was now fascinated with her. of course the blackhaired did not expect the prime minister to die in a car accident, nor that devi would turn out to be the daughter of his predecessor.

the chestnut slipped through the corridors of the palace, following the faces that seemed to work for the nobility, finally slipping behind the large wooden table into a small place off to the side, she walked around for a while and stumbled into a room where she could see the king's ceremonial accessories being taken from him. she assumed she was going the right way, so she kept on walking. then a voice alerted her and reached her ears briefly, a voice she knew. she followed the direction it was coming from and came across a small room where she could see, through the small opening of the door, princess katarina desperately explaining something to her lady-in-waiting.

she didn't manage to hear clearly what the blackhaired was saying, but she did hear when her companion told her to wait there. devi quickly ducked around the corner of the hallway and waited for the girl to walk away, then approached the room and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

"aeri, did you forget something?" the woman said with her gaze focused on detaching the lock from her bracelet.

"shall i help you with that?" spoke devi seeing the difficulty the girl was having with the accessory.

karina lifted her head with momentum at the sound of the girl's voice, it didn't even take her a second to recognize it. "how did you get here?" she asked in surprise.

"let's just say you need better security at the palace." she joked.

"devi." she named seriously. "you can't be here."

"can't i?" she feigned bewilderment. "i thought being the prime minister's daughter gave me certain powers."

"certain ones, but not wandering around the royal palace at your leisure." her attitude was serious, unlike the intruder's, who seemed to be enjoying the interaction. "what are you doing here?"

"i saw you earlier and couldn't resist." she began walking towards her. "let's just say i haven't stopped thinking about you and was excited to see you." she confessed, her voice soft and confident.

"devi." she dropped her head and let out a sigh. "look-"

"you haven't thought about me?" she interrupted.

"i can't answer that." she dodged.

"it's a simple question."

"but it exposes me." she explained. "listen, what happened between us was really nice." she moved closer to her and put a hand on her chest. "but it's not going to happen again." she sentenced. "and these things." she pointed to her and the door. "they can't be happening."

"did i do something wrong?" devi's confidence was flagging, some disappointment infiltrating the way she spoke.

"other than breaking palace rules and security to see me." she laughed, but it carried a bit of bitterness. "you didn't do anything wrong." she assured sincerely. "but nothing is going to happen between us and if you keep looking for me, you'll only get into trouble."

"but what would life be without trouble?" she smiled as she repeated what she had said to her the night they met.

"that philosophy could maybe convince me once, but i don't fall for the same trick twice." she reined the girl in.

"could at least know why?" she inquired, her face exuding frustration.

"because i'm the crown princess." she said simply. "and someday i will have a husband to give me heirs." she explained. "i can't risk being caught with a woman." she turned away from the girl.

"and do you want that?"

"no." she answered truthfully. "but it's not my decision." she clarified, these things seemed assumed by her long ago. "i'm sorry, but you should go now."

devi didn't know what to answer, one thing that was uncharacteristic of her, she always had a come back for everything, but at that moment she had become mute. she hated everything she couldn't have, and at the same time she longed for it even more. she turned and walked to the door. "i just want you to remember," she stopped to speak to her. "that i'm incredibly stubborn." she reported. "and it just so happens that we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on." she put her hand on the door handle.

"that's not the way things work."

"things work the way i want them to." she winked and gave her one last smile, then walked out of the room, leaving karina alone.

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Hidden Secrets

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Relationships have many phases, and now it's time for a new one.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, my dears.

A/N: This chapter by far has been a favorite to write, I really hope you guys love it!

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Chapter 10

Chapter 11- Surprise

Jiyong looks over the sparkling diamonds in the jewelry store.

“What about this one?” Seunghyun asks pointing to one.

“Too small,” he says as he barely glances at it.

“Jiyong it’s 8 carats,” Seunghyun deadpans.

“Hyung, why are you freaking out about this?” Seunghyun puts his hand on his best friend’s shoulder causing Jiyong to look at him.

“It’s got to be perfect,” his hair is slightly frazzled and the stress is evident on his face.

“It will be, you know her, quit thinking about what’s going to impress her and think about what she’d be happy with.”

“It all seems like it isn’t enough, nothing says, ‘I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you’,” he sighs and puts his face in his hands.

“Ji, you’re thinking too hard. You know her,” he reassures his friend. Jiyong is completely at a loss. He’s been looking at rings for months, he started slowly looking when he found out you were pregnant but given the tragedy that followed that, it wasn’t exactly the best time to propose. It’s been a year now since it happened and he’s ready and silently praying you are too.

“What about this?” Jiyong waves Seunghyun over to a ring that’s exactly your style, cut, and size you’d love.

“I think she’d love it,” he says in support.

“It’s her, ya know? It’s perfect.” He sighs as he waves the jewler over asking to see it outside the case. He holds it delicately, watching the way the diamonds catch the light.

“I’ll take it.” He looks at the man who has a polite smile on his face. Jiyong quickly pulls out his black card and purchases the beautiful piece of jewelry.

“Take this home, and keep it somewhere safe. I can’t risk her finding it.” He hands the bag to Seunghyun who was more than happy to give his buddy a helping hand.

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He arrives home and you’re working on a painting.

“Oppa?” you call out from the room. Silence.

“Ji,” you yell out louder.

“Miss me?” He appears in the door way with a smirk and you set down your brushes before embracing him.

“How was your day at the studio?” He shrugs with a coy smile.

“Pretty normal, did some recording, mixing and all that.” He looks at you with love filled eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle softly as you shift your weight under his gaze.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he says before cupping your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss.

“I have a surprise for you,” he winks.

“Oh?” you lift your brow in suspicion.

“I booked you an appointment to get a manicure and pedicure in the morning,” he smiles and you grin at him.

“Thank you Oppa but you didn’t have to do that." He tuts in response.

“Let me spoil you, Jagiya, the appointment is at 9 am,” he informs you and you both leave the studio to get washed up for dinner.

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The next morning you’re at your nail appointment and you get a text from Jiyong as the pedicure begins.

I’m packing your bags, when I pick you up we’re going straight to the airport, anything special I should pack?

You look at the text confused.

Where are we going?

You wait a moment and see his little typing bubble.

Don’t ask questions, just let me know.

You can’t think of what he’d be doing, I mean why the sudden extravagance lately? It was out of the ordinary for this, but this just didn’t quite seem like him. Especially when he won’t tell you anything.

Just my phone charger and a bathing suit if there’s water at this mystery location. As well as any other clothes.

You send out the text as your mind races wondering what in the world your boyfriend has planned.

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As you board the plane you can’t help but fidget nervously.

“Where are we going?” you whine slightly, the anticipation bugging you.

“Nae sarang,” he begins with an amused smile, “patience,” he wags his finger. His own anxiety is beginning to get to him. What if its wrong? What if everything falls apart or something screws up? Or worse, what if you flat out say no?

You huff as you sit against the airplane seat.

“How long is the flight?”

“Couple hours,” he answers simply. The plane takes off and you watch out the window, still curious as to what the heck is going on.

“How long will we be gone?”

“A couple days,” his answers are short, ominous almost.

“What are you up to, Ji,” you ask realizing he’s got something planned. Of course he does, he always does. A couple hours into the flight the two of you are holding hands. It’s been silent, the two of you comfortably enjoying each other’s company.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks over at you with brows raised.

“Always.”

“Why me,” you ask him quietly.

“What do you mean,” there’s a slight chuckle to his voice but he’s all too serious too.

“Why’d you pick me?” His heart raced at your question.

“Because I love you,” he answers but you shake your head.

“I know, but why?” He sighed as he turned his body to yours. He was trying to not give away his speech he had planned.

“Aein, do you know the fullness you add to my life? Do you not understand that I would go to war for you anytime anywhere? That I’d choose you over and over and over again in a million different lives. And yes, I’d still love you if you were a worm,” he winks and you giggle at the last part.

“But why?” you ask again, not to drag it out of him, but you simply wanted to understand why he stayed by your side the last two years.

“Because you’re you. And you’re worth it. You always have been and you always will be. There’s nothing more to it. I’m not just in love with your body," he pauses for a moment to really gaze into your eyes, to gaze into your soul, "baby I’m in love with your soul, the way you see the world, the way you laugh and your generous kind heart. I’m in love with the way you see things in ways most others don’t, the way you get excited over the smallest things and how you talk a little too fast when you get excited about something you want to share with others. The way you walk, the way you talk, it’s a breath of fresh air every. Single. Day.” Your face flushes and tears are beginning to prick your eyes at his heartfelt words. He smiles as one escapes and rolls down your cheek.

“I love you,” you smile as he wipes the tear off your cheek.

“I love you more,” he says.

-

After you get off the plane you’re taken to a boat dock, taking a boat to your room. You feel the heat of the sun and humidity in the air and when you see the overwater bungalows come into view you realize exactly where you are, Bora Bora.

“Jiyong, you didn’t!” You turn to him and he all ready has a huge smile plastered across his face.

“Surprise,” he says with raised brows and an amused look on his face. You throw your arms around his neck and his go around your waist. You breathe in the salty air realizing the two of you are getting a much-needed relaxing vacation.

-

As you two get settled in the bungalow you can’t help but feel the relaxation take hold. You guys have couple massages, meals that neither of you have to cook and it’s not take out, and time alone, without the world. Lately it seemed like unless you were in the comfort of you own home, and sometimes not even then, did you get any privacy. Ever since news broke about your relationship and your miscarriage, it’s like the media went into a frenzy, constantly wanting to know every little detail of your lives.

That night you’re standing on the balcony of the bungalow, the bedroom behind you lit with warm yellow lighting against the wooden features of the room, just breathing, taking in the solace of being alone; of being happy and stress free. Jiyong watches you smiling to himself, happy that he can be the one to give you a break from the suffocating life of being in the public eye. He knew it got to you, even though you didn’t complain, not once did you complain since the two of you decided to go all in. But it got to him, and he’d been in the industry since he was a little kid, so he knew it took a toll on you.

He quietly walks up behind you, pulling you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder looking out at the blue water as the lights outside light up the night sky.

“It’s so beautiful here,” you mention as you close you eyes, leaning against him. The sea breeze pulls goosebumps up on your skin but you don’t care. You’re in a place of solace.

“Are you happy?” He mumbles in your ear and you hum in response with a relaxed and content smile on your face.

“How could I not be? I’m on a private beach, with the man of my dreams, and we get time alone together. I’m in paradise, Jagiya.” You affirm. He smiles and kisses your temple as he holds you there. His heart beat is at a steady pace. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out he see’s a text from Seunghyun. He steps away for a moment to read it.

We just got in, we’ll be at the beach tomorrow to set up everything. Keep her busy. We got the photographer.

Jiyong’s heart beat suddenly quickens at the thought of tomorrow night.

Sounds good, you have the ring, right?

It takes only a minute to get a response.

Shit, I knew I forgot something!

Jiyong’s breath gets caught in his throat and his anxiety sky rockets when another text comes in

I’m kidding hyung, I have it. Quit freaking out, it’s going to be fine.

Jiyong breathes a sigh of relief as you walk back inside.

“You ok, baby?” you notice the pale look on his face.

“I’m good,” he smiles before sending a text back to Seunghuyn.

Fuck off that’s not funny.

-

The next day Jiyong has you going all over the place, there’s snorkeling, a glass bottom boat tour, and of course a shopping spree in town where he buys you a new outfit for tonight. It’s a simple white dress with sandals to match.

“I don’t need any more clothes,” you giggle as you walk up to the counter. He wants you to wear it out since you’re going straight to dinner.

“Just trust me, Jagi.” You sigh at his satisfied smirk.

“You look beautiful,” he says as he swipes his card and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” you smile satisfied. You expect to be going to a restaurant but when you hop on a boat you’re once again confused as to where you’re going. Jiyong helps you on and the ride is silent, but Jiyong’s heartbeat is in his ears. He’s almost shaking with the anxiety, both good and bad. When you get to your destination you see a small square table set up with two chairs, surrounded by 4 tiki torches, and rose petals around the table and chairs. There’s champagne in a bucket and plates ready for your dinner.

You get off the boat and walk over to the romantic dinner. Jiyong quickly gauges your reaction as he takes in the awe-struck look on your face. A single tear rolls down your cheek as the magic of the moment really seeps in. He smiles to himself as he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours walking you to the table.

“Ji, it’s beautiful,” you gasp as you look at the intricate but intimately detailed space.

“Thank you,” you hug him before you sit down and he takes a moment to lock in this memory, one of the last before your lives are hopefully forever changed. The sun is close to setting, still giving off enough light to see. The two of you eat, looking out at the view of the ocean before you and basking in the romantic feeling in the air.

After dinner Jiyong suggests a walk down the beach. You walk hand in hand, feeling the sand sink between your toes and the water slowly cascade over them as the tide comes in. You’re walking for a few minutes before Jiyong turns to you blocking you from going forward. You can see the anxiety on his face.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you trail off.

“Are you sure? If you don’t tell me now,” he bites his bottom lip. Part of you thinks he’s playing some silly joke.

“Kwon Jiyong you are the love of my life,” you say finally before stepping close to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, your foreheads a little damp from sweat are pressed together, “And nothing in the world is going to change that.” He sighs in relief before kissing you one last time, committing it to memory for better or worse. You follow his lead and kiss him back with the same passion before he reluctantly pulls away.

“You wanna go back to the bungalow, let me show how much I really love you?” you smirk at the idea of what you’d do to him.

“There’s plenty of time for that. Come on,” he takes your hand again and leads you forward. He has you stop when you’re about to round the corner and wait for just a moment as he goes out ahead of you.

 Suddenly, the other three members of Big Bang are walking around the corner and your gasp.

“What the hell,” you ask yourself.

“Hey, y/n, you look beautiful,” Taeyang says as he comes up and gives you a hug. You hug each of them and they can see you trying to piece everything together in your head.

“Jiyong didn’t mention anything about work,” you say as you look at them and they all exchange knowing glances.

Before anyone can say anything else, Seunghyun gets a text on his phone.

“Go,” he motions you forward around the corner where you see the unexpected scene.

Jiyong is watching you for just behind the bushes letting you have a moment to really soak in all the glory of the display before coming to stand in front of you. He notices the tears dripping off your cheek and his own start to prick his eyes.

“Baby,” you whisper out as you search his eyes and he reaches into his pocket and gets down on one knee.

“Y/n,” he begins and takes a deep breath. You sniffle slightly as you look at him with a quiet giggle of nerves and excitement.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I love you more than life itself, you’re the reason I get out of bed every single morning. The reason I want to keep breathing. We’ve been through hell and back, and we’ve fallen together and fallen apart only to come back together. You’re the light of my life, the muse to my art, the person I want to wake up to every single morning for the rest of my life. I want you to be my forever. I love you so much Babygirl.  

Will you marry me?”

You giggle with more tears streaming as you take in the moment for just a second.

“Yes,” you say and relief flood Jiyong’s face.

“Oh thank God,” he says as get up and puts the beautiful ring on your finger.

“I love you so much,” he says as he embraces you, picking you up and spinning you around. You let out a squeal and you hear cheering and clapping coming from behind you.

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you remember the three boys behind you.

“That’s why they're, and you had me get my nails, and the dress,” you trail off as the pieces finally fall together.

“I told you I wanted to treat you.” You hug him one last time.

“So, were you surprised?”

“Absolutely.” You smile as the two of you walk off, your arm around his torso as his goes around your shoulder. There's a brief celebration with the guys with some champagne.

That night the two of you are tangled in the sheets, but this time, it’s different. Your bodies seem to fit together in a brand-new way, one that’s more intimate than it ever had been, more vulnerable than ever before. The room filled with sounds of passion and love making, your hands interlocked together as ecstasy takes over both of you.

Your bodies are cuddled up to one another, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll be Mrs. Kwon Y/n,” you giggle as you look up at your now fiancé with a very excited and intensely happy grin.

“God that sounds so good,” he gives you another kiss on the lips, rolling on top of you as you shriek, your whole world feeling complete and happy.

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if there were a pair of kpop idols who could have a banger feud like Drake and Kendrick Lamar, who would be your picks?

hate to say it but gdragon and one of the bts men. suga most definitely (if he hadn't had that dui) cause hoseok is too much of a softie and namjoon would just victimize himself with his fandom but suga is arrogant and bitter enough to go in on it.

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'do you love me in every universe..?'

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who am i?

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hi, im sinner(obviously not my real name.) , i listen to kpop alot and getting back into bigbang recently. i enjoy the sturniolos and sam and colby. i dont support homophobics, transphobics, racists, or rvpists.

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bands/singers i like.!

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tyler the creator

frank ocean

arctic monkeys

the killers

mitski

lana

eminem

kendrick

kanye

doechii

tyla.

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who i will write for

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GDRAGON

TOP

taeyang

daesung

thanos

semi

peter maximoff

steve rogers

peter parker

chris sturniolo

matt sturniolo

nick sturniolo (bsf!fem only)

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non con/rvpe

SA

weird kinks. (piss, scat)

age gap bigger than 4 years.

gay people with fem reader.

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comfort

reverse!comfort

bsf!reader

angst

fluff

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fics

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♡I have been a kpop stan for about 5 to 6 years now however I have known about kpop for longer then that.

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