#gdragon scenario

[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 :)

[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.”

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can I request a reader x G-Dragon best friends to lovers smut fic. "Can you picture it? You and I together".

friends to lovers

❅ pairing - gdragon x reader

❅ rated - m | 18+ | NSFW

❅ genre - smut | hybrid!au

❅ word count - 500

❅ warnings - profanity | unprotected intercourse | NSFW | smut | mirror smut | something short and sweet

“Can you picture it? You and I together?”

Your quiet whimpers mingled with the sound of slapping skin, your breath getting caught in your throat with every thrust. The feeling was all too pleasurable to feel real, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you barely registered Jiyong’s soft spoken questions.

“Do you wanna cum?”

You whined pitifully, his voice soft but grating, hushed growls deep in his throat as his hands gripped tighter over your hips.

“Do you wanna cum all over my dick, baby?” Jiyong questioned once more, a quick flick of his hand palming down on your asscheek as you cried out his name, face falling between your arms.

“Look at yourself.”

The command was brought with a hand gripping the locks of your hair, pulling your head up to take a full view of yourself in the wide body mirror in front of you. You couldn’t deny how endearing the sight was, completely fucked out as you watched a sweaty dog hybrid fuck the shit out of you.

Jiyong was a mutt off the streets, never surrendering himself to the laws of hybrid control or taking refuge in becoming a pet for someone. He lived his life faithful to himself, taking a huge corner of your heart as you supported him in any way you could. The two of you grew up together on this lonely block of your city, a human and a hybrid becoming a troublesome duo that promised to protect each other no matter what.

Of course there were times where you longed for Jiyong, but you couldn’t see any room for yourself in the type of lifestyle he lived. You thought it better to remain his good friend, until his jealousy got too much every time you went out on a date with someone. Now here you were, bent over for him like a desperate whore wanting to cum all over his dick.

Your black dress was pushed up to your waist, letting Jiyong have a full view of your thong as the thin material was pushed to the side, absolutely ruined by the wetness gushing out with every thrust of his dick. The rough carpet scraped against your kneecaps as you reached a hand back, scratching against his abs as his pinched puppy ears flicked in enjoyment.

A smirk crossed his face as his dark eyes gazed into yours in the mirror. “Can you picture it? You and I together?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, hooded eyes never breaking contact with his as you pleaded his name feeling the onslaught of your climax inching closer.

“I can fuck you like this everyday, however you want it.” Jiyong promised between gritting teeth, leaning over your body with a hand still gripping your hair as close as he could get to your ear.

“Drop that worthless piece of shit you call your boyfriend, and let me handle you for now own”

You didn’t need much more persuasion, already planning out the break-up text in your head.

[kpopscenari0s]

longing

• gdragon x reader •

genre: fluffy smut

you had been hanging out with jiyong for the longest time, but you had no idea how to label your relationship. you were friends for years. you hooked up on the occasion. but you stressed yourself out at the thought of a label because you were worried he wouldn’t feel the same way about you. however, you did want to be more than friends.

“hey, y/n,” jiyong said, arriving at your place. “i sort of need to talk to you about something.” taken aback by his forwardness, you let him in and the two of you sat on the couch together.

jiyong turned to you: “listen. we’ve been hanging out for quite some time now, i think i like you.”

“i like you too, jiyong,” you replied. “that’s why we’ve been friends for so long.” jiyong clicked his tongue. “no, i mean i want to be your boyfriend. i really, really like you and want to treat you right.” you were in shock. you really weren’t expecting this. you gave him a look. “oh yeah? hmm. well, me too. you mean a lot to me and i can’t see myself with anyone else.”

jiyong smiled brightly. he shifted closer to you and gave you a soft kiss. you kissed him back, reaching your hand to the back of his neck. he stroked your arms and waist, deepening the kiss. “y/n, i’m so happy. i want to take care of you.” he reached for your heat, slipping his fingers through your shorts and panties and rubbed you gently.

you stopped making out to pull his fingers out and slipped them in his mouth for him to taste. “y/n, you drive me crazy.” he got down onto his knees excitedly and ripped off your shorts, causing you to yelp. he pulled your legs over his shoulders and kissed your inner thighs. you moaned softly, wanting more. he pulled your panties to the side and gave a sloppy french kiss to your clit. your head fell back in pleasure and he smiled. he nibbled on your clit softly and then gave it another kiss. “mm, jiyong i want more,” you moaned out. he obliged, picking up his pace and sucked on your clit while slipping a finger into your core. “that better?” you nodded, mouth slightly open as you felt euphoria. he continued eating you out as he fingered you and you came sweetly. you then sat up, ready to return the favour.

you unzipped his pants to reveal his erection. you looked up at him on your knees, ready to make him feel amazing. he was the only one you wanted to be with. you licked a stripe up his length from his balls to the tip then took him entirely in your mouth. he moaned your name and he began thrusting into your mouth. suddenly, he pulled out and put you on all fours on the couch. “ready, y/n?” you consented and he inserted himself into your heat slowly. you moaned out his name and he increased his pace.

“oh my god, jiyong this feels amazing- fuck.” he grinned and pulled your hair back gently. he went even faster, hitting your sweet spot. “god y/n i’m gonna cum,” his breath hitched and he quickly pulled out and came on your back. swiftly cleaning you off with a tissue, he put you on your back again, his face back between your legs. “i want you to cum again, y/n,” he said hotly. you moaned as he sucked your clit and shook his head back and forth before you came for the second time. you were in complete euphoria. no one has ever come close to making you feel this good- ever. he sat next to you on the couch and kissed your forehead, following by your nose and finally your lips. “i think i love you,” he said with his cute smile. you smiled back. “i love you,” you replied. he cuddled you on the couch and stroked your hair as you both fell asleep.

you were longing for his touch, and now you felt complete.

[severetimetravelnerd]

Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 9

To protect, you do something you never thought you would.

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Okay, so here, the war against EXO intensifies even more. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot.

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. There is death in this chapter, and it vividly describes the loss felt after death.

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Jiyong went down the stairs, cursing out loud while walking. He was furious beyond measure, both at you and at himself. He didn’t know why he thought snapping at you was a good idea, especially since it made him feel like such crap afterwards.

 “Fuck.” 

He held his head in his hands, wondering what to do. He felt like everything was just ganging up to make him feel like shit that day. They still hadn’t heard from their double agent where Hanbin was being kept, so they couldn’t plan a rescue. He had just yelled at the woman he loved, though to be fair, he genuinely thought she fucked things up big time. God, he was an asshole, but he needed to focus on things. Loosening his tie, he walked into the room where they were holding the meeting to try and figure out a way to get Hanbin back. Everyone was there. Jiyong started off the meeting, his voice angrier than it had ever been. 

“Mino, do we have any new intel on where Hanbin is?”

 Youngbae immediately knew Jiyong had yelled at you. He shook his head, deciding to talk to him about it later.

 “Yes, hyung. We finally found out that Hanbin is being kept with Jongin.”

 Jiyong raised an eyebrow.

 “Jongin? That’s odd. It’s usually Sehun.” 

Mino nodded.

 “Yeah, I know.”

 “Are you sure it isn’t a trap?”

 Mino looked up and nodded. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I called in a favour from one of them.”

 Jiyong paused to stare at Mino for a minute. He knew Mino used to be close to Minseok, but after things got worse between the two gangs, he vowed to never use their friendship for the gang. The fact that he risked that for Hanbin, and even the fact that Minseok told him, was something else. Jiyong nodded to Mino, mentally thanking him for that, and moved on. 

“Okay. Daesung, you and Seunghyun hyung are in charge of the operation tomorrow night, right? The two of you, with Mino on communications, will enter his house and get him back, right?” 

Daesung nodded. Seunghyun paused for a second before saying, 

“We’ll need back up. He’ll be injured and we won’t be able to both protect him and get him out of there in one piece alone.”

 Jiyong nodded.

 “Okay. Youngbae and I will come with you.” 

Everyone froze for a second. No one expected Jiyong to get involved with this. They needed their boss’s leadership if things went south with the mission, but then again, no one dared contradict him. They knew Hanbin was like a little brother to him. They knew he would go to any length to protect him. Seunghyun nodded. 

“Okay then, so let’s discuss the details.”

 You crept out of your room, more reckless than you had ever been in your life. You knew there were usually guards outside the room, but because of the meeting, you were lucky and you didn’t have to knock them out. You were feeling surprisingly lightheaded. Maybe it was the adrenaline. You didn’t focus too much on what just happened with Jiyong. You could deal with that later. He had made it clear how he felt about you. After getting Hanbin back, you would leave. You got down the stairs, finally able to see the front door. You could hear Jiyong’s voice from behind one of the doors. You knew there was a meeting going on. You felt your stomach twist when you heard his voice. You laughed a little. You never got to tell him that you loved him too. Maybe it was better that way. You looked back at that closed door one more time and you left the house. As you left, you removed the bracelet Hanbin gave you. He has warned you that it was a tracker. You didn’t want them to know where you were going and you didn’t want anyone else to be in danger because of you. You just threw it into the sand.

You got to the address Jongin gave you without any real problem. Sure, you had to knock out a couple of the new guys under Jiyong because they were standing guard, but it wasn’t going to be any lasting damage, and their shift was nearly over anyway. As you stood in front of the massive house that belonged to Jongin, you felt the nerves hit you again. The light-headedness came back a little stronger this time. You blinked it away, pinched yourself to calm down and called Jongin.

Jongin and Hanbin had just been sitting there, talking. Hanbin still refused any food, knowing that it could be drugged or poisoned, but he had warmed up a little to Jongin, whether he liked it or not. He was teasing Jongin about his ridiculously blingy décor. Jongin had just gotten all huffed up and was defending himself heartily when his phone rang. Both of them went silent. Jongin answered, and trying to sound calm, because he was trying to pull off something extremely tricky, said,

 “Hey Y/N.”

 “Okay, so I’m in front of your house. What do you want me to do?”

 “Just walk in.” 

You snapped. 

“Jongin, I’m not stupid. I can see that there are a lot of people guarding your house.”

 Jongin smiled.

 “Y/N, don’t worry about that. They are all loyal to me. They’ve been given orders to let you through and pretend like they didn’t see anything.” 

You were taken aback. The more he said, the shadier the plan sounded. Sounding unsure, you said,

 “Okay then.” 

Jongin smiled softly to himself. He could practically see the confused expression on your face.

 “Who else is here with you as back up Y/N? Daesung? Youngbae?” 

Your voice turned snippy. 

“No one. I’m here alone.”

 And you cut the call, giving yourself a mini pep talk before entering the house, making sure you had your hands around your gun at all times.

 Jongin and Hanbin both just stared at each other in shock when they heard that. Hanbin sounded very unsure.

 “Did she just say that she’s here with no back up?” 

Jongin nodded, looking equally confused.

 “Jiyong hyung sent her out here without backup? It makes no sense.”

 Jongin nodded along again. 

“He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be okay with his girlfriend doing this alone, especially when it’s her first time.”

 Hanbin agreed. 

“Yeah, he’s not. Something is up.” 

Jongin slowly collected Hanbin’s stuff and untied him. Hanbin looked at him like he was crazy.

 “What? If either of us really wanted to kill each other, we would have done it by now.” 

Hanbin shrugged. He had a point. Hanbin stretched and had just picked up his gun when you kicked open the door. You were flushed, looking around nervously, your eyes indicating that you were sure it was all a trap. You saw Hanbin, and you just relaxed. Still holding your gun out, pointing it around nervously, you walked in. You stared at Jongin, trying to read him, but the moment you met his eyes, you knew it wasn’t a trap, because he was smiling at you with the warmest, most excited smile of his that you were so used to and loved.

 You walked in, still holding your gun out when Hanbin walked up to you and hugged you, making you relax your hold on the gun. You fell onto his chest, trembling a little. You pulled away and ran your hands over his face and shoulders. 

“Hanbin, you’re okay? You’re okay, right?” 

He hugged you a little tighter. 

“Yes, yes I am.” 

You pulled away and smiled at him, overjoyed to find him okay. He slowly nudged you in Jongin’s direction. He pushed you forward and whispered in your ear, 

“Y/N, honey, put down the gun.” 

Cautiously, you walked closer to him, Jongin waiting with a nervous smile. 

“Y/N?” 

You walked a little closer. 

“Jongin.” 

 “Y/n, how are you?” 

He opened his arms wide, closing his eyes trying to prepare himself for you rejecting him. He was shocked beyond measure when he felt your warm presence in his arms. You were there for barely a second, but that was enough for Jongin. He had an adorably stupid smile plastered on his face, just incredibly happy you had done that.

 “Sit down Y/N. I just want to have a quick chat.” 

You did, still a little wary of him. Hanbin sat down next to you.  Before Jongin could ask you anything, although Jongin didn’t really need to anymore because he could see that you were fine and they were treating you well, Hanbin asked you something.

 “Y/N, where’s hyung? Why are you here alone? Do you seriously have no backup?” 

You sighed and looked away. Hanbin’s voice grew dangerously low. 

“Y/N, does hyung not know that you’re here?” 

Jongin turned to you, shocked. You were upset and angry, so you snapped.

 “No, he doesn’t know I’m here. What does it matter? Hanbin, let me just get you out of here and I’m leaving. I don’t know where I’ll go, since living here was my dream, but I’m done. I’m done being treated like this.” 

Hanbin’s voice grew gentle again. 

“Y/N, what did hyung say?” 

You looked away.

 “You don’t need to know Hanbin. All you need to know is we’re done.”

 Jongin looked shocked. Hanbin looked angry. Hanbin quickly put up his hand to your head.

 “You came out here, alone, with a fever? Are you out of your mind?!” 

You glared at him.

 “Hanbin, I’ll manage. Just let it go.” 

Jongin just looked at you, shocked. 

“Y/N, I thought he was treating you well and that you were happy. What happened?” 

You refused to answer any more questions about what happened between you and Jiyong. You didn’t want to speak about it. It hurt too much. After all, you had put your faith in Jiyong countless times only to be proven wrong every time. Hanbin and Jongin exchanged looks. They decided to drop the topic. Jongin began to ask you questions about how you were treated, which you answered without much hesitation. You knew you were lucky to be treated that well. Jongin slowly finished his questioning and his explanation before getting up to give you a hug.

 “Okay, Y/N. I hope you can forgive me for not telling you about EXO earlier and I hope you can forgive me for this mess. Take care. Remember, if you want to talk, call me anytime.” 

You nodded and you and Hanbin were just getting ready to leave when the door slammed open. It was one of Joonmyeon’s men. You could tell from the panicked expression on Jongin’s face that he wasn’t part of the plan. You were terrified; you were beyond scared of what you were about to do, but you knew you had to do it to protect Hanbin and Jongin. Before any of them could react, you took out your gun and shot him in the head.

 Both Hanbin and Jongin froze, unable to believe what they just saw. You also froze, your hands trembling in shock. You had killed a man. Those hands were responsible for the death of a human. A human with their own friends, family and dreams. Maybe he had made a promise to go take his child out for lunch the next day. You felt sick. You felt terrible, terribly sick. Suddenly, the world around you was spinning and you fell back, blacking out. Jongin caught you, Hanbin still being in shock from what he witnessed. Jongin snapped Hanbin out of it by the way he cursed when he felt your forehead.

 “Fuck. Hanbin, she’s burning up. How on earth did she manage to make it till here?”

 Hanbin quickly joined Jongin. 

“The headache must have gotten worse.” 

He stared at you, gently squeezing your hand.

 “Jongin, that was her first time killing somebody.” 

Jongin, in a quiet voice, said, 

“I know.”

 Hanbin looked at Jongin, desperate.

 “How are we supposed to escape now? Are none of your men going to talk? Seriously? Even after hearing that shot?” 

Jongin sighed.

 “Some of them might tell Joonmyeon hyung, since some of them might have been close to the man Y/N shot.” 

Hanbin, getting more desperate by the second, turned to Jongin.

 “Jongin, what’s going to happen to you if you stay here? They’ll tell them about your plan. You’re going to be killed!” 

Jongin looked away.

 “I knew I was going to be tortured for this, but yeah, now that one of our men is dead, it’ll be worse.”

 Hanbin lifted you out of Jongin’s arms, carrying you on his back.

 “Jongin, you know you’re a better shot than me. If we leave now, I know Y/N and I won’t make it out of here alive, especially since she’s passed out. Come with us.” 

Jongin hesitated, looking at the tattoo of EXO he had on his arm. He looked back at you and Hanbin, your situation growing more precarious by the second. He looked back at the framed photo of EXO on his desk. He focused on Joonmyeon hyung, Sehun and Yixing hyung. They had stopped smiling like that. They needed a bit of a wake-up call. He would help you and Hanbin. He picked up the gun and he looked Hanbin in the eye.

 “Keep quiet and follow me. I know a shortcut.”

 Jiyong sat back down on the chair, closing his eyes for a second before calling out, 

“Meeting dismissed.” 

He threw his head back, feeling a little calmer now that they had a clear plan in place for how they were going to get Hanbin back. He was still feeling like shit though, because he couldn’t get your hurt face out his mind from when he spoke to you that way. He crushed the cigarette in his hands, unable to even enjoy that while you were upstairs hurt and alone. He opened his eyes, expecting to find himself alone, but he found Youngbae sitting across him. Youngbae looked up at the ceiling and started talking. 

“Jiyong, you know something? Y/N is the closest to Hanbin out of the lot of us. He was always there for her, even when you weren’t. They obviously have a close bond as friends. So how do you think she felt when she found out that EXO had taken him, all because of her? How do you think she felt when she found out they would return him only if we gave her up? Obviously, she wouldn’t want to go, but her fear for Hanbin would win over that. She probably wants to tell you to let her go, no matter how scared she is. And after finding out, she’s been all alone there, with no one to be there for her. I know things are rough on you Jiyong, but you need to go talk to her and make sure she knows that she’s safe, we won’t give her up and we’ll get Hanbin back safe and sound. You didn’t see the way she cowered away from you the night I told you. I did. Go and tell her it’s not her fault. She needs to know that. She needs to know we don’t blame her for anything that happened. We’re the ones to blame, for getting her involved in the first place.”

 Jiyong sighed, rubbing his eyes.

 “Youngbae, I yelled at her. I said some very horrible things to her.”

 He looked at Youngbae, his eyes pained and haunted.

 “I told her I don’t know why we aren’t giving in to EXO’s demands.” 

Youngbae looked at Jiyong, shocked for a second, but then his voice was soft when he said,

 “Jiyong, so go apologise now. We have a good amount of time before we have to leave. Make sure you make it up to her.”

 And he left.

Jiyong knew he was right. He had to make it up to you somehow. He climbed up the stairs, feeling more awful as his words to you played on repeat in his head. He was terrified he’d find you crying. He couldn’t bare seeing your tears. He slowly pushed open the doors to your bedroom, calling out 

“Y/N?” 

He sighed when he didn’t get a response. Of course you wouldn’t respond. You were mad at him after all. 

“Y/N, my love?”

 Still no response. His voice became a little softer.

 “Y/N, love, I’m sorry. I never should have said that. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just upset, and I know that doesn’t give me the right to speak to you that way, but I’m really sorry.” 

He walked in, thinking you’d be on the bed, asleep or crying when he realised there was no one in the room. He felt this uneasy feeling rise in him, like bile. He quickly checked the bathroom, but he already knew you weren’t going to be there. He looked around, heart sinking even more when he saw that your knife and gun weren’t there. He quickly took out his phone, checking the tracker that was in the bracelet. His gut twisted when he saw it was showing that you were in the lawns outside. You threw away the tracker. You had gone to EXO to get back Hanbin. Alone. Because of him.

[inthispagewestanikon]

GD scenario - pt1

I decided to divide this into parts because it’d be too long, but I hope you enjoy it :)

After returning  from the military it was well know that Jiyong was taking a break from his career and enjoying life as he pleases. So, like other nights he got ready and went out to drink with his friends.

The bar they met up was very underground and owned by an old friend so he could trust that none of what he did in there would leak to media, which was hungry for News. It was almost 5 am when the group decided to call it quits.

“Ya jiyong-ah, call a taxi” one of the noonas suggested.

“I am not that fuck up, I can drive” He answered laughing.

“Ya, I am your noona, listen to me” She said while jokingly hitting his head.

The others in the group each called a taxi, but Jiying insisted on driving his expensive car home.

“Your manager can pick it up tomorrow first thing, jus take the fucking cab” His hyung said as Jiyong kept walking away towards his car and just waved his hand as an answer.

GD’s POV

I got inside the car and sat there for a while. I was not that drunk, at this point in life I could handle alcohol pretty well, but I was a bit sleepy because also, at this point in life, I’m 30 years old so I can’t handle long nights.

I started the engine and it revved, this car was a precious item I owned and I was just not going to leave it here in this dark ass neighbourhood. I started driving and making my way home, I turned on the radio and was jamming to the song playing when I realized I was driving towards my old house.

“Fuck, I’m still not used to the new route��� I cursed while I had to turn around and drive for even longer now.

I used to live at Seongsu-dong  and now I live in Hannam it wasn’t that distant, not when you have a car, specially a fast one like this, butI still had to drive back. I decided to stop complaining and just drive, it was getting lighter outside, meaning the sun was going to rise any minute now and my eyes were getting heavier and heavier. My blinks were longer and I just wanted to get home and sleep the rest of the day.

In order to get to Hannam-dong you need to cross the bridge and I could already see it but I don’t know what happened next because everything just went dark.

I woke up and there sirens all over and those blue lights shinning, I blinked a few times trying to make sense of what was happening, I tried to look down but I had something around my neck that prevented me from doing so, I was laying on a stretcher and it downed on me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck I hit my car...

As my eyes were closed and I cursed myself internally I heard my managers voice and opened them. He was by my side talking to the paramedics but I couldn’t hear much because I was still a bit out of it.

“Ya, open your eyes you idiot.” He said.

“I’m hurt, don’t you think you should be nicer?” I replied while opening my eyes.

“Why didn’t you just take a taxi, I said I’d get the car first thing” He complained “Aigoo, look at you, all hurt, you’re Lucky you only broke a leg” He sighed and walked away to answer his ringing phone.

Now that he mentioned my broken leg I actually started to feel the pain and to be honest, it fucking hurted, I really am an idiot. And, worst than breaking a leg or busting my cari s the fucking press talking about me drinking and driving, for fuck sake. Thank God I didn’t hurt nobody...

I was quickly rushed to the hospital as soon as we heard the press was coming and the whole time inside that ambulance I kept thinking about how annoying it’d be dealing with this, specially for the managing team.

The ambulance stopped at the emergency entrance and the doctors were waiting for me, they pulled the stretcher out and started shinning lights in my eyes and asking me questions, honestly it was hard to process all that, I’m pretty sure I still have alcohol running on my blood system and I haven’t slept.

As I was being rushed to a private room and all those doctors were up on me, one feminin voice suddenly said:

“Can everyone just back off?”  silence “If you keep getting all up on him like this he’ll probably die suffocated” I swear I would laugh at that comment if the “he” she mentioned wasn’t me and my whole body wasn’t starting to ache like a bitch. However, I did silently thank her, whoever she was.

Ji ae’s POV

I was working a double shift today, being a resident is tiring but I did choose this job. I was at the resting room making some ramen after checking on a patient who had heart surgery earlier today when I was paged to the emergency. I left the ramen there and just ran off, I was really hungry and all that went through my mind is that the noodles were going to be all soggy when I come back.

“What happened?” I asked as soon as I got there.

“Car accident. Male, 31 years old, fractured leg and possible concussion” The nurse described. “Ya, apperently it’s a celebrity, a really famous one” She added and I nodded, still thinking about my noodles.

Few minutes later the ambulance pulled up and we went closer to get him out and since news travel fast, everyone knew it was a celebrity and the order was to rush him to a private room in the VIP area.

When we pulled the stretcher out you could hear the gasp coming out of the nurses and doctors mouth.

“Ya, it’s Gdragon” one pointed out and all I could hear was everyone repeating this same sentence over and over.

We entered the hospital and we needed to be quick, so usually we start acessing the patient while he is being moved but since this was Gdragon every doctor wanted to check on him and ask questions and I couldn’t take that anymore.

My day had been hell, I assisted on a heart surgery that lasted over 5 hours and had to stay the night so I could check on the patient plus I had to study for the exam AND I couldn’t eat my ramen.

“Can everyone just back off?” I said loud enough for everyone to turn their attention to me “If you keep getting all up on him like this he’ll probably die suffocated” and then everyone just kind of backed off.

“Ok, so if are not from the neurology team, the GS team or a nurse then you can leave the room” I added and watched as 5 or 6 people left the room. “Alright, let’s get to work” I finished and we all started working.

A bunch of tests were done and his cognitive functions were normal, his heart was fine too, only the leg was broken and his ribs probably hit the steering wheel when the crash happened because there were signs of bruising around that area.

All the procedures were properly done, his leg was casted and we put him under some morfine due to the bruises on his ribcage area, those are going to get really dark and sore by tomorrow. Finally, he got some rest and we could get too.

When I left the room in order to talk to his team they seemed to have found me first.

“Hello! You must be Dr. Jang Ji Ae.” A man approached me.

“Yes, it’s me” I bowed back. “You must be Mr. Kwon’s manager” I said.

“Yes, correct” He smiled “So how’s he?” He asked and I could see some other people behind him, they all seemed older than him but none old enough to be his parents.

“He’s stable. His wounds were easily treatable and he should be fine. Right now he’s under morfine due to the pain, but don’t worry, as soon as he wakes up you can all see him. Also, there were no concussions meaning his cognitive abilities were untouched” After I finished my monologue they all smiled, thankful that he was good.

“Thank you so much Dr” They thanked me and the man who approached me first got closer.

“Dr, could we speak in private, please?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes, let’s go this way” I showed him the way “Excuse me” I said to the rest of the group after walking away.

I took him to the Dr’s lounge and offered him to seat.

“So, Dr. Jang, you must already know by the blood test results that our Jiyong was under the influence of alcohol when he was driving and since he’s a public figure I’d like to ask you and the rest of the team that treated him to not give any interviews or realease informations regarding his treatment or test results” He politely asked “I already solicited a meeting with the hospital’s director and will ask him the same thing, anyhow, I wanted to talk to you about this so nothing gets released before I can do so” He added.

“Yes, of course. I will call a meeting with everyone that was caring for Mr. Kwon  and will make sure no information is leaked. However, I cannot control the whole hospital, maybe the Director can, but you can count that the team responsible for him will not leak out any sort of information” I stated and he seemed please, not entirely, but oh well...

[lady-une]

Enough

Hey y’all, so I have been in such a writers block the past few months and I am trying to slowly dig my way out of it. Writing for nyongtory is one of my favorite things to do. So of course I need to work my way back to that so I can get back to Bitter Sweet Destiny. I did NOT abandon that story, I will get back to it! But for now please enjoy this little story. I will make this into three parts but here is the first part. I want to see if y’all are feeling this or not. I’m still rusty with my writing so please just bare with me. Also if you haven’t noticed I am OT5, BigBang will always be 5 in my eyes. I am also still a supporter of Seungri, until they can prove with actual evidence that he is guilty I will stand with him. With all that said please do enjoy and as always love, comment and share. 

With everything that has happened he thought they would still be there for him. What is he supposed to do other then move on when the “Family” he had is no longer there. Enough is enough. It is time for him to be happy.

Theme: Angst

Word: 3073

The dark cold silence was something Seungri was slowly getting use to. Gone were the days of playing around with friends and laughing with his so called brothers and the love of his life. The year leading up to his enlistment was what he thought was his darkest time…he was so wrong. Going into his enlistment after being cleared of the horrendous allegations he thought things would change. That the media would spread the word that he was innocent. They never did. The people who thought he was guilty before still though of him as guilty. They justified their thoughts by saying he paid off the courts and the police to proven his innocence. Seungri couldn’t believe how blind and stubborn people were. The amount of money needed to do such a thing was more money then he would ever have.

Leaving the military he thought his brothers would be there to greet him but they were absent. He understood why they couldn’t send him off because of their schedules and because he was still seen as a negative aspect in societies eye, so it was only natural that they wouldn’t want to be seeing public associating with him. Yet now that time had passed he couldn’t understand why they weren’t there for him. Their schedules were clear and there should have been nothing to stand in their way. After all even with the reports hunting his every move down he still made the time to see each of them after they returned home.

It hurt to not see his three so called brothers, but that hurt didn’t compare to what he was feeling to not even get a welcome home text message from Jiyong. That pain was by far the worst, it was as if someone had stabbed him directly in the heart. But he just assumed Jiyong was busy with something, after all he was the all mighty G-Dragon. The pain only got worse as the time went by without a single message from Jiyong.

The only solace Seungri had found in those days were from his family. They were there to welcome him home with open arms. Glory…the one true friend was there as well. Glory and a very few friends were there to take him out for his first drink and dinner. Glory had organized a small gathering in a private setting for the celebration.

Glory was really the only one who openly supported him this whole time out of his inner circle. Glory was also the only one Seungri allowed to see how hurt he was. He was the one to sit up with him at night as he cried his pain into a glass of wine. Glory allowed him the chance to openly let his emotions show with no judgement.  

For months Glory sat by and waited for the members of BigBang to come back to Seungri. For them to make the smallest movement that would give him hope that things would be fixed. Yet it never came. He watched those so called brothers and lover go on with their life without a single concern for Seungri. He was never mentioned on a single SNS post or in any interview. It was as if they had deleted him from their life.

It was when Seungri started mentioning how he didn’t want to be there anymore and how he was tired of feeling the way he was. Glory knew that he needed to change something before Seungri would do something that could not be undone.

For the following two months Glory did research on the process of immigrating and opening a business. He knew that South Korea was toxic for Seungri and it was time to see him happy again. Glory had been wanting to leave South Korea to start fresh in a new setting, he just couldn’t see him leaving Seungri alone with everything going on. So this was the best option and chance for both of them to be happy, he couldn’t let it pass them by.

With Seungri sitting at the dinning room table Glory placed a plate of food in front him before he sat down across from him. Glory watched Seungri as he moved the food around the plate without putting much in his mouth, something that he was doing more and more these days. He was losing weight again and the dark panda circles were becoming more prominent.

“Hyung I have an idea and I need your help.”

“What did you need? You’re not in trouble are you?” Seungri asked as he set down his utensils.

“No, I’m not in any trouble. Hear me out ok. I think this would be great for both of us.”

“Ok, I’m listening.”

Glory got up and walked to his bag on the floor to retrieve a folder. Returning to the table he handed Seungri a pack of paper before returning to his spot and pulling out his own packet.

“Hyung lets move. I want us to move to LA. We can open up a dance studio and we can expand NHR and work with other Korean DJs in the states. If you look over these pages I have highlighted the price it would cost to start everything. It wouldn’t take much to move there and get the proper legal documents needed for the business. Then if you move to the next page it breaks down the cost of the move and start up. I have included what I have to put towards the cost and what I would need from you. Now I know you don’t have much income coming in but I did look at how much we can get if we were to sell your stocks and how much we would get if we liquidate all of our larger assets. It’s not like we can bring everything with us like your houses and our cars.”

Seungri sat there looking at all the info Glory provided him. The younger man was very thorough with his research. Was this the right thing to do? Could he cut ties with his home? It’s not like there was anything holding him there besides his true family.

“Your family is on board with this. I already talked with your parents and Hanna. They think this is a good thing for you.”

“You already spoke with them?” “Yes because I knew they would be the thing holding you back.”

It was crazy how much the younger man knew about his way of thinking. Seungri always thought there was only one man who knew him like that but clearly he was wrong. It was time for a change.

“Let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Glory jumped out of his chair and ran to Seungri and threw his arms around him. The two men laughed. The feeling of excitement was something that Seungri had not felt in such a long time.

With his mind made up things moved quickly. Before he knew it they had a rental property picked out. The proper legal documents were being processed and a meeting was set to handle the stocks and shares Seungri owned.

Walking out of his lawyers office Seungri felt a bit of unease. Things were really becoming real. His lawyer had him sign off on documents and promised to find buyers quickly. The amount of money Seungri would be getting would be more then enough to keep him comfortable in the states.

Sitting in the studio with the rest of the members Jiyong was going over lyrics as the other members chatted about a variety show appearance they were going to have tomorrow. Jiyong’s phone lit up with a notification from his attorney. Putting the pen down Jiyong grabbed his phone wondering what was wrong since he didn’t have anything going on that needed his legal representative. Opening an email he was being made aware that a few companies he was interested in had shares available, including a decent amount of shares in YG. Jiyong looked at his phone confused, his brows scrunched together as he thought hard.

“Jiyong what’s wrong?” Youngbae asked from his spot on the couch.

“Just my attorney asking if I wanted buy some shares.”

“For what company?”

Jiyong rattled off the names and number of shares that were listed in the email.

“Weird, those are about the same amount of shares we all hold in the same companies. Remember when we got our first big check we all a bought shares for retirement.”

“You’re right, weird because none of us are selling them right? Who would have thought someone else would have the same amount as us.”

Everyone stopped talking and looked at each other. None of them would sell. They didn’t need to after all…..but there was one person not there.

“He wouldn’t.” Daesung pipped up.

“Why would he?” Seunghyun asked putting his phone down.

“Has anyone talked to him? Why would he?” Youngbae added.

Closing the email Jiyong opened up a web browser and searched Seungri’s name. Nothing much came up besides picture of when he was discharged from the military. Jiyong bit his lip remembering that he had forgotten about it. One small article published a few days ago showed Glory and Seungri leaving a building with the headline “Former member of BIGBANG ready to move on to new endeavors” but didn’t mention what.

“Nothing alarming is coming up so it must not be him. Oh well, I am just going to buy them.”

Jiyong replied to his email giving the green light for the purchase not knowing what he had done.

The next morning Seungri had gotten a phone call verifying that he wanted to sell his shares and he confirmed again that he wanted to. His attorney promised him the funds would be available the following week and that his legal forms were ready to be picked up. With everything set up and ready to go Seungri informed everyone that they could start preparing for the move.

That same day the members of BIGBANG were just leaving the recording of the variety show when they were stopped by reports bombarding them with questions.

“What are your thoughts on Seungri selling his homes and cars?”

“Is Seungri filing for bankruptcy?”

“Do you know why Seungri is liquidating all his assets?”

“Is Seungri in trouble again?”

The members of were thrown off guard by the questions and continued onto the van waiting for them.

“What was that all about?” Seunghyun asked opening a bottle of water.

“OH MY GOSH!” Daesung shouted.

“What’s wrong?” Youngbae asked.

“Seungri! He sold all his houses and his cars!”

“What?” Youngbae asked again.

Daesung handed Youngbae his phone and articles were being published about Seungri selling off his assets but no reason was being provided.

“Is he in trouble again? I haven’t heard much about him. I thought he was laying low these days?” Seunghyun mentioned as he leaned forward to look at the phone.

“Hyung don’t you think we should find out?” Daesung said looking towards the eldest member.

“I think it would only make sense to.” Seunghyun said as he looked towards Jiyong.

Seungri did his best to avoid the reporters who were constantly following him and asking him questions. He would only smile slightly and move on. The Korean media and the public didn’t deserve to know anything anymore. They had turned their backs on him and only wanted to destroy him. All of his houses except for the main one was emptied out and everything he was taking with him was already boxed up and sent out for delivery. Today was the final day to box up the main house….the house that he had shared so many memories with his so called brothers and him. Seungri didn’t even want to mention his name anymore. Gone was the feelings of sadness and loss. He had moved on towards anger. With his family and friends there to help, it was going to take much less time to box everything up. Everything that brought memories of their time together were boxed up to be sent to him. Everything BigBang related was set to be thrown out but Seungri’s mom wanted to hold onto it, so those boxes were being sent to his parents house.

Grabbing a box of pictures Seungri carried it down to the moving truck and passed Glory who offered to carry it for him but Seungri only smiled at the younger man and told him to go help his dad with the other boxes. The day was perfect for moving, the weather was mild and the reporters were nowhere to be seen. Placing the box in the truck Seungri turned around to head back into the house but stopped dead in his tracks seeing them there.

“YA! Were you just going to leave without even saying anything to us?” Youngbae yelled towards the frozen Seungri.

“That’s kind of messed up Seungri. That’s not like you.” Daesung added.

“Even a text message would have been better then no communication.” Seunghyun added.

Seungri just stood there, why were they here? Why now of all the times they could have shown up? Seungri looked at each member with his eyebrow raised with confusion.

“Why are you even here?” Seungri asked finally finding his voice again.

“Because our little brother is leaving without a word.” Youngbae replied.

“Brother?” Seungri spoke softly, as if it was an unknown word to him. “Brother would imply a relationship. A familiar bond between individuals. I don’t know if that is a bond we have. So I don’t think brother would be a word I would use to describe what we are to one another.”

“How could you say that? We have spent years together. We know everything there is about one another.” Daesung shouted as he took a step forward but was stopped by Seunghyun .

“True we have spent years together. I thought we knew everything there was about each other. But that didn’t mean anything.” Seungri said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“What the hell are you even going on about?” Seunghyun said with a scowl.

“If all those years meant anything to any of you then where were you? Where have you been? Every single time any of you needed someone I was there for you. None of you even were there for me when I was discharged. Even though I was going through hell I was there for every single one of you. Even a text message would have been better then nothing.” Seungri spat back at Seunghyun.

“Don’t take that tone with him Seungri, he is still your elder and deserves respect.” Jiyong said finally speaking up from the sidelines.

“Oh the fearless leader finally speaks. I’m surprised you could find the time to even be here with your busy schedule with all your work and girlfriends.” Seungri let the last word slip out as if it was a knife hoping to slash out at the man who had held his heart for years.

“Is that your problem? Are you pissed because we have all been busy and that I have girlfriends again? God Seungri you are such a child. We have to move forward, if we don’t then BigBang dies. I have had girlfriends in the past many times, you know they are a requirement. Grow the fuck up!” Jiyong spat back, clearly fed up with things.

“I could honestly care less about any of it anymore. For once I am doing things for myself. This has nothing to do with any of you. So just go.” Seungri said as he tried to push past the men blocking his way but was just pushed back to his spot by Youngbae.

“You don’t get to just leave like this, family doesn’t do that!” Youngbae said with his arms extended out blocking his way.

“Family?” Seungri spat the word out as if it tasted like spoiled food. “No fuck that. In fact fuck the Korean media. Fuck Kpop. Fuck BIGBANG. You guys aren’t family. Family doesn’t turn their back. Family doesn’t leave you feeling alone. Family stands by you and supports you. Family fights for you even when the odds are against you. None of you did that. So why should I consider you all family? I thought you guys were my family and I waited for you. But I wont do that anymore, I am leaving everything in the past that is toxic and I am going forward to start fresh. So you can stop pretending you care because your actions speak louder then your empty words.”

The members of BIGBANG were left speechless, never had Seungri spoken with such anger nor has he ever dropped so many cuss words. This wasn’t like him and they didn’t know how to process it. The sound of someone clearing their throat had everyone turning around to find Seungri’s father and an angry Glory standing behind them. Glory moved forward and pushed passed the members as they bowed to Seungri’s father. Placing his box in the truck Glory grabbed Seungri’s hand and pulled him back towards the house.

“I think it is time for you all to leave.” Seungri’s father spoke calmly but with a sense of finality. He was not here to argue with these boys who had hurt his son.

“Abeoji, we need to talk more with him.” Jiyong said trying to move forward.

“Don’t even think about approaching my son again. Don’t address me with such familiarity anymore, my son is no longer connected to you or your kin. Such is your bond with my son broken, so is your bond with my family. Leave now and never return.” Seungri’s father said and turned towards the apartment before nodding to the security team waiting by the door.

The security team moved forward blocking the entry to the home. The members stood there watching the door shut to Seungri’s home.

“Hyung what do we do now?” Daesung asked looking towards Jiyong.

“We leave. There is nothing we can do. If he wants to leave then good riddance.” Jiyong replied as he turned around. He was angry that things had turned out this way. Yet even with the anger coursing through his veins, there was a feeling of pain in his heart and a feeling of uneasiness over what just happened. How did things get to this point?

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

Okey guys so This is my first post of This „story” if can can call that i will try to update it everyday and if you have any suggestions Please leave it in ask box

[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.

~~~~

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.

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Misc Idols Masterlist

Key:[F=Fluff, S=Smut/Suggestive, A=Angst, H=Humor, P=Platonic, T=Thriller]

Page 53 [A]

Dance with the Devil [H/T] - 1.3k - “You can be my entertainment, or you can be my food,” the vampire told her. “The choice is entirely yours.”

Living with Vamp!Heechul [H/P] - One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Page 85 [F]

Homecoming [S/A/F] - 6.0k - “You look like you’re having a great time, kitten.” Jiyong leaned in, resting a hand on your thigh. “Won’t you come sit with daddy?”

Who You? [A] - 0.8k - You share a ferris wheel ride with your ex-boyfriend.

Page 167 [A]

Page 33 [F]

Page 174 [F]

Plane Pals [F/P] - 3.1k - Bumping into your celeb crush at the airport and sitting together on the plane.

Page 101 [P]

Zodiac Bias: Virgo [A/F] - 1.3k - He gets the courage to ask you something that’s been bugging him. ♍

Page 19 [F]

Coffee Mates [F] - 2.2k - A regular customer catches your eye, leading you to buy a SeoulMate device to see if he’s the one. 🧭

[deermi]

Wonderwall | Teaser

He was a genius. He had absolutely everything. Money, fame, attention of all the celebrities, sports cars that everybody wanted, countless villas, and much more. The life every single person wanted to live. But all he needed was you.

[won•der•wall, adjective

Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.]

Coming soon!

[bigbangclappin]

Regret

Pairing: OCxGD ft. Choi Seunghyun

Genre: daaaaaamn Corinne back at it again with those angst scenarios. Sort of AU by the way.

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n/; serious unrequited love up ahead proceed with caution. Also I’m still writing Run. This on was just finished first. Enjoy XD

She felt a comforting arm wrap around her as her world began to fall to pieces. They had been next door neighbors for as long as she could remember, best friends shortly after. All through school they had been all they needed to get through the zits and first broken hearts, they had been inseparable. Romantic partners came and went but none of them ever got in between this soulmate friendship until Seoyun.

She had always been his go to, until Seoyun had come around. She knew what his relationships had been like before. They were always toxic, he had no idea what commitment was and the current girlfriend would never fail to get fed up. His usual run was a year and if they hadn’t left him by then only then would he break up with them.

She’d always tease him about his need to save face, to make sure his image of sweet and innocent was never perturbed. She was waiting to give him the same lecture with Seoyun but at the end of the year it never came. Not one single fight that was worth accounting for.

He started coming around less and less which she thought was fine because he was busy and so was she. He was an idol and she was a highly anticipated painter. Typical the two artsy kids were as thick as thieves, she had thought to herself on more than one occasion. Usually when they were together at an exhibition or the latest fashion show. As of late however all she thought about was how she discovered she loved him and now it being too late. She was being replaced. It felt like there was nothing she could do to stop the separation, the hurt, or the loss.

“Haeun-ah…” she knew who it was by the strong comfort emulating from his aura but his voice confirmed her suspicion anyway.

Her coordinator, manager, and close friend since college Choi Seunghyun had been privy to her feelings for her best friend long before she had admitted it to herself. The natural result of knowing such knowledge? He was the one who had to collect the pieces of her broken heart off the floor.

Haeun instinctively turned in to his warmth to which he told her, “We knew this was going to happen, now this can go one of two ways. Messy or smooth, whichever you choose I’m right behind you. Decide quick though cause here they come…”

“What?” she gasped looking for a place to hide or maybe even a hole to fall in to but no such luck.

Kwon Jiyong had always been painfully handsome and quite the charmer. In his couture suit and sleek as heck shoes his reputation for being a fashionista was well maintained. He usually took her breath away, this time he made her feel like she was going to puke. She had to muster up some phony congratulations despite her upset stomach. Seeing how happy her sweet rival was did her no favors.

She made a move to get around her tall friend but he grabbed her around the waist and forced her to stay, “Anni, anni, anni, I will not let you run away you need to face this.”

“I don’t want to face it oppa, let me go or I will leave your firm and go to Seungri’s.”

“Chincha?” he mocked her, “If you want to make half of what you make with me just because you want to take the coward’s way out be my guest…”

“I’m not insulted,” Haeun replied in a hushed but urgent manner still trying to slip out from under the spindley man’s arm. “Come on Tabi let me go.”

“If you leave now think of the consequences, the questions he’ll ask you later, you’ll really be cornered then. At least here you can hold your head up high with some sort of dignity.”

She looked back quickly to see them nearly closed in on her and Seunghyun’s space, with one last pleading, pitiful look, she begged her friend for the opportunity to leave. He only shook his head at her.

“Jiyong-ah, Seoyun-ah congratulations on your engagement.” Seunghyun’s deep voice rumbled and it made Haeun tense, crap now she really had to pull it together.

She braced herself with the largest fake smile and finally faced the couple; their linked arms did not go unnoticed, a sharp pang of hurt caused her to freeze. Her coordinator’s quick tap to her elbow shook her out of her self pity.

“Congratulations you two,” the words tasted like bile leaving her mouth, “I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Thanks Haeun-ah it means a lot coming from you.” Seoyun spoke and her voice as sweet as sugar made her want to resist rolling her eyes. The woman was never mean to Haeun, she was the kindest soul she had ever met actually. It made her feel guilty for disliking her as much as she did.

Haeun kept that phony smile plastered on as she nodded in a you’re welcome sort of way. She was feeling kind of proud of herself for doing so well. Until her best friend came in for a hug and she left him hanging awkwardly as she stepped closer to Seunghyun.

She felt the taller man laugh and let out a ‘messy it is’. To which she glared up at him tempted to crush his large foot beneath her stiletto. She faked a look of regret when she noticed Jiyong’s dejected face.

“I’m coming down with a cold trust me you don’t want to come any closer.” Haeun said hoping to relieve the expression on Jiyong’s face. She could tell he didn’t quite buy her fib, but he didn’t question it further.

He only nodded his head in reply and smiled that bright smile as he let it go, “I know it’s only been twenty minutes since we announced our engagement but I wanted ask you before you got wrapped up in one of your collections Haeunnie…”

He wanted something from her and she felt herself panic. She wanted nothing to do with this wedding, why oh why was God testing her self-control. What had she done in her past life to deserve such a trial?

“What do you need?”

“Seoyun and I were wondering if you would do our photos and maybe our wedding portrait. We know it’s a lot to ask of you and of course we don’t expect you to do it free—”

It came out before Haeun or even Seunghyun could stop it, “I’m not a photographer Jiyong.”

As silence consumed the group uncomfortably the older man cleared his throat ready to back his friend, “What Haeun means to say is she’s a mediocre photographer at best and lacks confidence in that form of art. She doesn’t do well when she’s faced with difficulty.”

While it was a jab at her because of her immaturity toward the situation she was still thankful he had stuck to his word. She did very well with a camera even though she preferred fresh paint and a canvas. Through all that she’d still repay him for the dig and his kindness with a bottle of wine he did not yet have. One he didn’t particularly care for.

“She isn’t mediocre,” Jiyong replied with a bite, “I have several of her photographs in my apartment.”

Haeun rolled her eyes almost playfully, “They’re of your cat pabo, anyone with a cellphone can take pictures of cats.”

“That’s not true Haeun,” Seoyun replied sincerely, “Ai sees me coming with my phone out and runs away as fast he can.”

Haeun was starting to feel painfully annoyed when they wouldn’t take the hint she just didn’t want to do it. Why couldn’t they understand she was trying to be polite?

“I hardly think a portfolio of Ai shots makes me a qualified candidate.”

Her response was harsher than she had wished and left the younger woman stumped. She hadn’t meant to get nasty with the girl but she had tried the nice approach and they kept pushing. It was the only thing left to do.

“Haeunnie has struggled with photography since college,” Seunghyun the white knight stepped in again, “She failed her class senior year and has had a complex ever since. To be fair though her professor was a harsh grader.”

“You never told me you failed photography…” Jiyong said evenly and she knew by his tone he felt slighted.

Well that makes two of us, she thought to herself. Shooting yet another glare at Seunghyun.

“I was embarrassed it’s not exactly an accomplishment,” Haeun replied continuing to glare at Seunghyun, “The only reason this jerk knows is because he caught me crying under a tree.”

“In the rain I might add,” the older man quipped, “It was very cliche of Eun-ah.”

“You could’ve left me there,” Haeun snapped jokingly, “Spared us both the aggravation of sharing the world’s smallest umbrella.”

“Ungrateful woman.”

“Ingrate of a man.”

The two friends shared a hearty chuckle as they jovially shoved the other at the same time. She was very grateful for Seunghyun’s presence Haeun realized he made her forget her pain briefly and that was worth a quick collection and two bottles of cabernet.

“In any case now that you know about my complex I hope you understand why I can’t accept your offer.”

Jiyong’s expression settled in to a deep frown torn between confusion and disappointment, “Arasso, what about the portrait then?”

Haeun found herself without an excuse again she looked to her savior who then pulled out his phone with her schedule in it, “When were you thinking?”

“Whenever she can in May preferably.” Seoyun answered this time with a hopeful smile.

Her heartbeat hammered against her ribcage as she hoped for once she was overbooked with appearances, and speeches at universities across the country. Even if she was available she prayed Seunghyun would lie for her.

Two incredibly long minutes passed before the long awaited hum of disappointment passed through her friend’s lungs, “Regrettably that seems to be her busiest month, if you can move it to April she can get you in on the sixteenth for an evening?”

Haeun owed her coordinator the sun for this party for she knew why he chose that date. Jiyong would be on tour and there was no way they’d let him out of a show in fear his fans would riot and turn against his marriage. Which would be a huge mess for Papa YG, and no one wanted that.

Seoyun let out a glum sigh while Jiyong let out an angry one, “You really can’t move something around? Or do a weekend?”

“Yeah, sure, I don’t need to sleep, or rest Kwon Jiyong.”

“If you needed something from me I’d make time.”

“Well the next time I’m in the neighborhood for a mixtape I’ll ask Youngbae so we’re even.”

“She can’t help that she’s busy Jagi,” Seoyun said softly trying to diffuse the situation, “We didn’t exactly ask her months ago.”

Jiyong seemed to relax a little bit but with a frustrated glare he looked at Haeun and said, “Just make time to show up as my best man.”

“What?” she bit in surprise, “Shouldn’t that be Youngbae’s spot since he’s a man?”

“He’ll be right behind you.”

“Jiyong you have to ask people before you just assume they are available!” Haeun’s temper was fizzling over at his selfish behavior and how it hadn’t changed at all in adulthood. “We just talked about this not even thirty seconds ago.”

“Am I supposed to be sorry for assuming my best friend would want to be a part of my wedding? Would you rather I just leave you out?”

Seunghyun grabbed Haeun’s hand to keep her from answering honestly, shaking his head he put the glass of wine down he had been nursing on a nearby table and put his arm around his dear friend.

“I think it’s time for us to go Haeun took up plenty of your time and she has a busy morning tomorrow if you’ll excuse us,” Seunghyun excused the both of them before it got ugly.

As the tall man led the way from the main ballroom to the coat check Haeun let out an angry “Aish somethings never change he’s still a self-centered child, he would not drop whatever obligations he had with YG for me. He’s such a liar.”

“You’re just hurt Eun-ah,” Seunghyun said as he helped her with her coat, “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Sure I do,” she replied instantly, “This one time in school I was having a really hard time with you guessed it photography I asked him if he could come by and be my muse. I couldn’t use the model my professor provided because he wasn’t someone I knew well enough to be comfortable with, you know me I need fun and energy for a good session. You know what he said? Sorry working on a new album I can’t. So you know what, fair is fair.”

“Okay I get it,” the tall man replied, “Just make sure this isn’t something you’ll regret later.”

One Month Later

Her pride in this collection outshined any in her past work. These paintings were the very lovechild of her current emotions. Turbulent and raw, she portrayed her deepest layers for the world to see. Whether the art community picked up on that was up to them.

Her work was a wonderful outlet all the tears she shed while painting left her feeling numb now. Like she could get on with life in a little more time and distance. Avoiding Jiyong at all costs right now was just the way it had to be until she could fully let him go.

A little guilt she felt because he reached out to her more than five times to apologize and hang out. Each time she matched his olive branch with an excuse, getting ready for a show, paps could be hanging around and she didn’t want rumors of an affair going around. Those two were her major go to’s but she used the excuse that her dog was sick the one time.

She understood she was pushing him away and for the most part she didn’t mind. She wanted to spare whatever feelings she could. Sure she would miss him, but this was best for everyone.

“Haeun-ah did you look over the guest list?” Seunghyun called amongst the hustle bustle of the art gallery staff preparing for her long awaited opening.

“I did it looks good.” She held her hand up as he began to speak again, “I’m not inviting them, even if I did it’s too short notice they couldn’t come anyway.”

“Are you sure you’re doing the right thing?” he asked her again, “You invited everyone but them, even his parents are coming.”

“They’re like family.”

“Aish stubborn girl.” Seunghyun conceded, “I will not give you any sympathy.”

“Don’t need it,” she retorted, “I need positive energy around me and they cause negative energy.”

“Whatever you say,” he dismissed her with a wave of his hand, “I’m going to check on the caterers.”

She nodded as she looked over her artwork one last time before heading to the back room to change and meet her hair and makeup team. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and without thinking she grabbed it and unlocked the message.

It was from the last person she wanted to talk to.

You’re having an art show tonight?

Ignoring the message she threw it on to the table, “Make me not ugly guys!”

Her beauty team rolled their eyes and set to work. Fixing her hair in to loose ringlets, her makeup natural but beautiful and a gorgeous floor length, black floral gown. She felt pretty, at least on the outside it looked like nothing was wrong.

She vowed after tonight she’d release all of this terrible energy once and for all. Haeun joked with her makeup artist Jieun as they patted down her face with translucent powder, when she heard Seunghyun’s voice over one of the headsets asking if anyone was near her.

Jieun handed her walkie over to Haeun, “What’s up oppa?”

“Someone wants to see you.”

“You can just send my parents back,” she replied, “You know that.”

“It’s not your parents,” Seunghyun replied as he snapped a ‘yah’ at someone. She was afraid it was some crazy art fan when she heard the knocking on her door.

“Should we call security?” Haeun called over the walkie.

One of the crew peeked through peephole and sighed, “It’s only Kwon Jiyong.”

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Jiyong: In The Storm

*I’m sorry this is out later than I promised :’( There was a pretty bad storm so the internet went down for awhile but it is back up so I’m posting this. This one is kind of a loose take on the words, but I still think it was okay :) Enjoy! <3

~ Admin S

Bleak. Dreary. Gloomy. Hopeless. Joyless.

Feeling like this was all so disheartening. There were days worse than others. There were days that just seemed to drag on, as if they were never going to end. These days were the hardest and it was as if the whole world was against you. Nothing would go right on these days and it made you just want to curl up into a ball at home, under the covers where the world couldn’t reach you.

You would turn your phone off, close your blinds and shut your computer down. You would lock your door and turn the lights off, lying in bed under the covers in your most comfortable pajamas. You would ignore any and all calls and messages from your friends, thinking you weren’t worth their time.

The day seemed just as gloomy as you were. The skies were grey with a storm waiting to happen, the birds were quiet and there wasn’t any sunshine to be seen. The storm seemed to match your mood exactly.

It was times like these that you just wanted to hear his voice. Your sunshine, your savior, you everything… Kwon Jiyong. Some called you obsessed, but it wasn’t ever like that. He was so much more than just someone you thought was aesthetically pleasing. He was so much more. He was your idol, but also your savior. When you felt in the dark, when there seemed to be a whole in your heart, you could hear his voice and it is like he filled that hole inside. Thinking about him and how much he went through to be where he was… He was an inspiration.

He made your heart flutter when you thought it was numb. He made your mind bright when you thought it was dark. He made you feel alive when you thought yourself lifeless. It was hard to explain to others, the way you felt, especially when everyone was quick to judge, but you didn’t care. He was and always would be your savior, your idol… your hero.

[betweenlifeandfiction]

List of my G-Dragon fanfics:

If Jiyong was crazy in love with you (scenario)

Jiyong as Heal me, kill me character (one shot)

GD x TOP x reader (smut, unifnished) You’re Big Bang dancer and both GD and TOP are attracted to you.

Part 1

Part 2

You’re YG music producer’s daughter and that’s how you meet Jiyong and fall in love with him (one shot)

Belong, fanficion. (angst/fluff/smut) You and Jiyong knew each other before and you hadf eelings for him. You meet after two years during fashion week in Paris and unexpected things happen.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (in progress)

Backstage with Jiyong (one shot, smut)

Jealous Jiyong (scenario)

Fanmeeting with Big Bang (scenario)

DUFF (fanficion, unfinished) GD x TOP x You (part1)

You’re high school student and you’re find out you’re DUFF- designated, ugly fat, friend. You ask school playboy, Jiyong for help to change your look and win Seunghyun’s heart but things turn out differently than you expected.

Love is a friendship set on fire (unfinished) part 1

You know Jiyong from school times before his debut and that’s how your love story starts.

Being noticed by Jiyong at Paris fashion show (one shot)

[inthispagewestanikon]

I want to do a GD scenario...anyone down to read it if I did one?!111!!