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[spessolus]

idk what happened but i'm not sorry it did

yes i'm bad at making memes shut up

[gdragonsideburns]

Finished around 2000 words for chapter four !! Yayyyyyy fucking finally

[loveandturmoil87]

The other man ~ Part ten

A/N ~ Ok babes are you ready to find out what happened? This one picks up a year after the reader left. Oh and this is my first hit @helvonasche and I am aiming straight for where your heart used to be lol

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader x Kwon Jiyong

Rated ~ Angst/fluff/smut

Series masterlist

After time Seung hyun feelings had fayned, he realised the words you spoke in the letter were true, although he would always hold a place for you in his heart he knew you would never be happy together after what happened and he forgave you for how you ended things. He knew in his heart that he would have never been able to let you go at the time and he was thankful that you made the sacrifice that he couldn't.

It took time but he repaired the tear that you made in his and Jiyongs relationship but he had noticed Jiyongs reluctance to commit to anyone since, even though he still slept with people he never went back a second time and he even dropped his regular late night booty call Candy. He knew Jiyong took it hard and it didn't take more then a few too many drinks over dinner for Jiyong to spill his guts about the fact that he had always had feelings for you and he thought at the time he could sacrifice his own happiness so you could be happy with who he thought was the better man.

After that Seung hyun decided it was his responsibility to take him under his wing to help him heal from his loss and help him move on, especially since Seung hyun had started seeing someone. He felt guilty, that he had moved on yet Jiyong had not entirely. Sure his self destructive behaviour had mellowed to almost non existent in the past few months but Seung hyun could still see a sadness in his eyes, especially whenever he saw a woman with a child. It was like he was pining for what could have been, for what he could have had before it was ripped away from him almost the second he found out.

“After you my lady” Seung hyun smiled as he opened the door to the café.

“Why thank you” Hae jung, Seung hyun's girlfriend replied with a bow before entering, they took a seat at a large booth near the window, it had large wooden panels to separate each booth that give diners privacy of sorts.

“So when do the guys get here? I'm starving” she asked as she picked up a menu and looked at it.

“Soon but maybe we should just order” he replied as he looked out of the booth, he furrowed his brow as he recognized the woman walking past. “_____-ah?”

That familiar deep voice calling your name that you hadn't heard in so long made you stop dead in your tracks, your heart raced as you turned to look at him, he was still as handsome as the day you last saw him.

“Wow, I can't believe it, how long has it been? A year right?” he asked with a chuckle, those dimples set deep in his cheeks just as you remembered.

“I believe so” you said as you gave him a small smile.

“It's good to see you, you look well”

“Thank you, so do you....” you replied out of politeness, your eyes drifted to the girl sat next to him. She was beautiful and had an air of sophistication around her, you couldn't help but think how well she suited him, she was the complete opposite to you and the exact image of what you always imagined for him.

“So how are you? What have you been up to?” he asked breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I....” your reply was cut short by a baby crying in the next booth, Seung hyun noticed you shifting nervously as your eyes darted into the booth.

“Is everything ok?” he asked as he furrowed his brow, you shifted again as you nodded to someone in the same booth.

“Yes, it's fine.... I'm sorry but I have to go.... It was good seeing you again” you said before disappearing to the next booth without waiting for an answer, Seung hyun looked at Hae jung with a confused expression.

A series of shushes came from the booth as he heard the baby calm down.

“Seung ryong just wanted her omma” an older woman's voice cooed, Seung hyun's eyes widened at her word's. He quickly got out of the booth almost bumping into you, he looked down at the baby wrapped in your arms, his mouth agape as his eyes landed on it's face. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about who's child it was, the heart shaped face with chubby cheeks was a dead give away, she was the spitting image of her father.

“I'm sorry” you said before biting your bottom lip, his shocked expression and lack of response as he processed what was going on was driving you crazy.

“You have to tell him” he said as he looked up at you, your eyes began to fill with tears at the thought.

“I have to go” you strained before you hurried off, Seung hyun called after you but it was drowned out by your thoughts. How could you tell him after all this time and after you lied to them both by saying you lost the baby, the thought of his reaction of disgust made the tears threatening your eyes fall. What if he didn't want anything to do with his daughter after what you did.

As you rushed out the door you bumped into someone sending the bag over your shoulder to spill it contents, baby supplies spilling all over the pavement.

“I'm so sorry” you said to the man that was already on the ground picking up your things as you wiped the tears from your eyes, the man froze as soon as you spoke, his head lifting up to reveal a stuck Jiyong.

“_____?” he called as he stood up, his eyes drifting to the child that was held tightly in your arms. You couldn't speak, only nod in response. “You....” he paused, his eyes still locked on the baby.

“Yes” you managed to force out, his presence and the whole situation caused a lump in your throat. He stared for what felt like hours.

“Who's is it?” he blurted out, shaking his head a moment later, you knew him well enough that he was internally scolding himself for his choice of words.

“Yours....” you said as you turned her slightly so Jiyong could see her face, his brow furrowed when he did and you swore you could see his eyes filling with liquid. “I was just heading home....” you said with a heavy heart as you watched his face.

“Do you need a lift?” he asked almost immediately looking up at you,you just shook your head in response, you got caught in his eyes. You hadn't looked in them for a year but they still had the same effect on you, they made your breath hitch and your heart race and your mind turned to mush as you forgot about everything around you and where you were going with the comment.

“Oh...” he replied as his eyes went back to his new found daughter, your heart sank once again.

“But you can walk us home.... We only live two blocks from here” you said as you watched the corner of his lip twitch slightly, the smile he was trying to hide tugged at its flesh. He nodded without looking at you.

The walk back was quiet but nice, it was without unease, it had always been easy for you to just be around Jiyong and it seemed after all this time and all that had happened that nothing had changed.

Seung ryong started to grumble as soon as you got inside the door, you struggled as you put the bag down on the mat that covered the lounge room floor.

“Take a seat, she just needs to be changed” you said as you gently dropped to your knees and placed her on the mat, Jiyong was silent as he sat on the couch beside you.

As you changed her you noticed Jiyong watching out of the corner of your eye, that smile tugging at his lips again.

“Would you like to hold her?” you asked as you finished putting on the fresh nappy.

“Please...” he answered immediately, a smile tugged at your own lips at his eagerness. You picked her up and placed her in Jiyongs arms, the smile that threatened his lips finally succeed as his daughter studied his face.

“Her name is Seung ryong” you said as you sat beside him, cocking your head to the side as you watched him coo at her.

“Rising dragon....” he said with a smile. “I like it”

It wasn't long before Seung ryong fell asleep in Jiyongs arms, Jiyong gently brushed what little hair she had to the side as he watched her with a smile, you could tell he was smitten by her and it made your heart swell but hurt at the same time. If only things had been different, it would have never have turned out this way, you would have never have deprived him of knowing his daughter.

“I better put her to bed” you said as you stood up, Jiyong nodded as he gingerly moved her and held her out for you to take.

You took her and cradled her walking to her room, you placed her in her bassinet and took one last look before going back out to the lounge. When you entered Jiyong was pacing back and forth in the lounge, his fingers raking through his hair as he clearly thought about something. Your heart began to race again as you imagined the fight that was about to ensue and the hate filled words he would probably hurl at you.

“Would you like something to drink?” you asked unable to look at him as you walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, you heard foot steps approaching as you took out a bottle of orange juice. You knew you should face him but your chest hurt at the mere thought of the look on his face, you kept your back to him as you moved to the counter and got out a glass. You picked up the juice to pour in the glass but froze, a pair of hands laced around your stomach and you could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against your back.

“Please don't go again” he whispered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, you placed the juice back down on the counter as your heart began to race and tears came to your eyes. “It broke me too much the first time”

“I...I'm sorry...” you strained as you tried to fight the tears. “.... about what happened”

“I don't care about any of that now” he said as you felt his own tears drop to your shoulder.

“I panicked..... I didn't know who the father was and I didn't want to hurt either of you any more.... I know it was wrong but I couldn't see any other way out..... Seung hyun would have hated you” you admitted as you traced his arms with your own, everything you had been keeping in seemed to be spilling out of you at his touch.

“It's ok, I already know why you did it and I understand completely” he told as he placed his forehead against the side of your head, you turned so you could see his eyes. “I just want the three of us to be a family”

“What?” you asked slightly taken aback by his omission.

“I still love you as much as I did the day you left, not a single day has gone by that I didn't think of you or regret how I acted the last night I saw you...” he paused as more tears fell from his eyes. “I wish I had never said those things to you, that I had just told you the truth and ran away with you instead of putting my career and the band first”

Your brow furrowed as your tears fell freely, his words hit you right in the chest, to be honest you had been fantasizing about this moment. Day dreaming about him turning up at your door and forcing you to let him in but you had thought it was just that, a fantasy, you never actually believed things would go like this.

You couldn't think straight, your mind was reeling from both his close proximity and the words that fell from his lips. Your nose brushed the edge of his as you shifted your head, your eyes still locked, the whole thing sending the fluttering in your heart into overdrive. Your eyes dropped closed before you pressed your lips against his, the contact made your whole body feel as though it was tingling. His fingers gripped at your sides as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slid into your mouth and as soon as it connected with yours he felt your hips buck back at him, a small moan escaped your lips with it. Jiyong couldn't help himself after hearing you being turned on by just his tongue, he knew it probably wasn't the best idea considering you had just been reunited after a year but he couldn't help it, he had to have you.

His hands worked to lift up the hem of your dress before one quickly dropped under, you moaned and bucked again as you felt his hand softly brush against your panties. It had been a while, a long time in fact, the last man you were intimate with was him at the hotel a year ago.

“Jiyong” you moaned softly as his fingers rubbed against your clit.

“I've waited so long to hear you say my name again” he breathed in your ear, his erection pushed against your ass as he tried to get closer to you.

“Wait” you said as you grabbed his hand and stopped it from moving, his head lifted from yours, panic washed over his body as he thought you didn't want to do this. “I want to see you” you said softly before turning to face him.

His gaze was heavy as he looked into your eyes, you held his eye contact as you placed your hands under your dress and pulled down your panties, allowing them to drop at your feet before kicking them off. You reached out and grabbed his belt buckle, you fumbled slightly while undoing it, his hands cupped yours as he helped you undo it, his pants came down a moment later. You twisted your fingers in the material of his shirt and pulled him closer before kissing him, his lips were tender and gently, not at all how you remembered. He lifted you onto the counter before spreading your legs and stepping between them, his erection rubbed at the inside of your thigh sending shivers through your body.

“God I missed you” he said breaking the kiss, one of his hands disappeared from your thigh as he lined himself up, he rested his forehead against yours before pushing himself inside of you. You stared into his eyes and bit your bottom lip as a way of trying to contain your excitement from how good he felt, his hand snaked back on your thigh and he began slowly thrusting a moment after.

Your eyes were locked the whole time, your moans mixed together on your breaths that got intertwined in the close proximity. It didn't take long for both of you to reach your climax, you tried to be as quiet as you could but your moans echoed through the room, as soon as they did you heard Seung ryong cry.

“Please not now, I'm so tired” you sighed as you lent your head against Jiyong's shoulder.

“You get some rest, I'll take care of Seung ryong” Jiyong said as he ran his hand down the back of your hair, you smiled into his chest before he pulled away and dressed himself.

“Are you sure?” you asked as you got off the bench and put your own underwear back on.

“It will give me time to get to know my daughter” he replied with a gummy smile before slipping out the door, your heart fluttered again, he was going to be a good dad.

[babyrubysoho]

Two Ships Passing  Chapter 6: Good Ship Venus

[cherrysodajiyong]

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”

- Carl Jung, 1933

Inspired by this fic. By the lovely @babyrubysoho

[thelastdada]

Something About Us - Capítulo 1

Foreword.

...

Capítulo 1: La señal.

Las noches en Hongdae eran para los jóvenes, por lo regular personas solteras, era una vida de noche sin fin, con fiestas y borracheras que no veían un final sino hasta que la luz del sol los golpeaba. Muchos estudiantes inundaban la zona, parejas se tomaban de la mano mientras caminaban por las concurridas calles, mirando presentaciones de artistas indie, de bailarines haciendo covers de coreografías famosas, un sinfín de eventos para que la famosa zona no perdiera el ambiente encendido.

Sin embargo, en el nivel más alto de una cafetería, se encontraban un par de chicos no tan jóvenes como la mayoría en la zona, uno de ellos estaba casado incluso, era el mayor de ambos. Dong Youngbae, un hombre no tan alto, pero con una complexión imponente y un cuerpo simplemente bien trabajado. Frente a él estaba su mejor amigo, Kwon Jiyong, un chico delgado, un poco más alto que el otro, y quien destacaba por un rostro andrógino y hermoso.

—¿Cómo van los preparativos? —le preguntó el mayor mientras tomaba de su té caliente.

—Es un caos Ji, peor que en mi boda.

—50 años casados no es cualquier cosa.

—Lo sé, ¿crees que nosotros lleguemos a esa meta?

Jiyong bufo como burla —Llevan más de cinco años Bae, y por cómo van yo diría que sí.

—¿Crees que Seunghyun ya lo tenga en mente? —Jiyong se mordió ligeramente el labio, honestamente eso parecía solo aparecer en su mente. Seunghyun era su pareja, desde hacía casi tres años, pero era muy raro que tocaran el tema del matrimonio, y cuando lo hacían, ambos lo mencionaban como un tema a largo plazo. Sin embargo, luego de ver como Youngbae y Seungri adoptaron a un hermoso niño, y luego a una hermosa niña... fue que la prisa comenzó a invadir a Jiyong.

—No lo sé —contesto honestamente.

—¿Has pensado en proponérselo tú? —el menor levanto la vista y sonrió.

—Después de ver como lo hizo tu esposo, siento que yo haría un desastre peor.

Youngbae asintió sonriendo. Hacía más de tres años atrás, la pareja de Youngbae le había pedido matrimonio de una forma muy romántica... hasta que las cosas se salieron de control. Fue mientras su grupo de amigos fueron de vacaciones a la isla Jeju, Seungri tenía cada cosa planeada, sin embargo, lo había mantenido en secreto para todos, haciendo que su planificación solo dependiera de él. Habría una cena con todos, luego irían al antro más exclusivo de Jeju, donde Seungri estaría como DJ invitado, ya que a eso se dedicaba como pasatiempo. Todo fue bien, todos se divirtieron bailando con la música que él ponía, hasta que Seunghyun tuvo una pelea con Jiyong, en medio de la fiesta. Provocando que el menor saliera furioso del antro, siendo perseguido por Seunghyun y seguido de Youngbae. La música se detuvo un segundo y Seungri comenzó a decir por el micrófono que esa era una noche especial para él, dijo que entre todos los presentes estaba la persona más especial de su vida. Ese momento solo fue presenciado por Daesung, otro de sus amigos, quien entre varios tragos de tequila se dio un par de cachetadas para reaccionar y mirar lo que su amigo estaba haciendo, se soltó de la chica que lo acompañaba y miro hacia la pista, donde sus otros amigos no estaban.

Y así fue como comenzó, Seungri dio quizá la confesión más romántica que existía a todo un público, para que al final Youngbae no estuviera entre esa multitud, incluso estaba planeado que una luz lo iluminara y lo llevara hasta el escenario, pero todo fue desperdiciado.

Y Seungri, él no quería volver a pisar Jeju luego de lo sucedido. Jiyong recordaba a la perfección como estaban en la playa, que estaba justo afuera del antro, él peleando con Seunghyun y gritándole que lo soltara, Youngbae preocupado por ambos y Daesung llamando a cada uno como histérico. Eventualmente Seungri los encontró, y cuando todos creyeron que el menor explotaría, él hizo todo lo contrario: Simplemente tomo de la mano a Youngbae y lo llevo a la orilla del mar, confesándole todo lo sucedido. Y así, en medio de lágrimas y sollozos, Seungri se arrodilló y le entrego un anillo a Youngbae, pidiendo su mano por fin.

—No te rías de mi panda, que hasta la fecha se enoja cuando ustedes no recuerdan porque pelearon —dijo rodando los ojos.

Jiyong junto sus labios como un niño y medio sonrió —Discúlpanos, nos gusta el drama.

—Espero no hagan un drama en esta boda, porque vaya que les encanta hacerlo en la mayoría de eventos importantes —el moreno rodó los ojos.

—Las peleas tontas nos mantienen a flote, aunque realmente no hemos peleado en mucho tiempo... —su mejor amigo lo miro seriamente— es broma, no pasara nada Bae.

—Eso espero, no quiero tener que estar persiguiéndolos por allí —Dong Youngbae, la mamá del grupo, quien siempre se aseguraba de que sus peleas no crecieran en público, o de que no terminaran matándose en algún momento.

El castaño solo se rió levemente y continúo bebiendo de su té, mirando discretamente la hora en su reloj, estiró su cuello y miro la vista que el lugar les daba. Suspiró sintiendo una ola de nostalgia dentro de sí, recordó fácilmente cuando él y Youngbae se colocaban sus mejores atuendos para ir a los bares de Hongdae. Con los años sus razones para estar en esa zona cambiaron, ahora solo era costumbre y cariño por los cafés. Antes las razones eran muchas, ya fuera bailar, conquistar, beber... en resumen, era disfrutar de su libertad y juventud.

Ambos se conocían desde niños, desde que Youngbae había intentado defender a Jiyong, confundiéndole por completo, ya que, en realidad, Jiyong era quien estaba intimidando a los otros chicos. Hasta la fecha Youngbae insiste en que esa escena era épica, y que cuando el menor se acercó, Jiyong intento molestarlo también. El otro niega lo último cada vez que esa historia sale a la luz. Al llegar a la adolescencia el dúo se convirtió en un trio cuando conocieron a Daesung, un ángel, decían todos. Sin embargo, los otros dos conocieron a fondo al "ángel", quien en secreto tenía un encanto matador con las mujeres, era algo envidiable e inefable. Si Daesung veía a una mujer que le gustaba, esa mujer ya era una afortunada, por más que a simple vista no lo pareciera.

Pasaron unos años, y el trio se acabó... mientras Jiyong recordaba melancólicamente, un pelinegro entro por la puerta, totalmente solo y con un traje elegante, camino hasta ellos y tomo de las mejillas al moreno, le dio un beso y el castaño giro la mirada. Seungri, era el nombre de ese hombre que ahora besaba a su mejor amigo. Quien solía ser un chico popular que se les unió apenas entraron a la universidad, en ese entonces era un rubio conocido por mucha gente, siendo de preparatoria aun, de alguna forma él ya era alguien famoso. Tenía muy buena química con los otros tres, en sus salidas se divertían como nadie, y a pesar de ser el menor simplemente se llevaban excelente.

—Había mucho tráfico, pero conseguí llegar, y ¿desde cuándo Hongdae esta tan lleno?

—Hongdae es Hongdae, estamos envejeciendo, eso es todo —dijo mientras el pelinegro se sentaba.

—Qué forma de hacerme sentir viejo, hyung —el otro alzó los hombros y le dio una sonrisa. Seungri tenía tan solo 26 años, Youngbae 28 al igual que Jiyong, y Daesung que acababa de cumplir los 27—. ¿Y los demás?

A 5 kilómetros más, un hombre alto terminaba con su copa de vino y se levantaba de un sofá individual, alrededor más personas tenían conversaciones o esperaban, estaba en la zona de espera de uno de los hoteles más exclusivos de la ciudad. Frunció el ceño y miro su reloj, ya había pasado una hora y media desde que lo citaron, esa persona simplemente no llegaría. Una vez de pie miro hacia los lados, aun con cierta esperanza, pero sin encontrar a quien buscaba. A lo lejos otra persona levanto la mano queriendo llamar su atención —¡Hyung! —grito ese otro hombre un poco más bajo que él y de cabello azul oscuro, quien portaba un look muy casual, todo lo contrario, al elegante traje que el alto usaba en ese momento.

—¿Cómo me encontraste? Te dije que me vieras en la avenida —le respondió mientras caminaba hacia la salida, con una expresión algo molesta.

El otro lo siguió rápidamente —Supuse que estarías aquí, ¿paso algo? ¿Por qué me dijiste que no dijera nada?

—Ya no importa, ahora solo vamos.

Un Audi negro se detuvo frente a ellos, un hombre uniformado bajo de este y le entregó las llaves, ambos se subieron y desaparecieron de allí rápidamente —Hyung... no te ves bien —insistió el menor.

—No quiero pensar más en ello, dame un momento —le señalo su abrigo en la parte trasera del auto y el menor entendió de inmediato, saco la cajetilla de cigarros y le puso uno en sus labios, para que el otro no soltara el volante.

—Como quieras —encendió el cigarrillo del mayor y abrió su ventanilla.

El camino fue en silencio, ninguno dijo nada más, sin embargo, el mayor estaba sosteniendo con fuerza el volante, frunció el ceño de nuevo y detuvo el auto en una orilla. Su compañía no dijo nada, comprendía que no debía preguntar, así que solo se limitó a mirarlo de reojo. El hombre alto y de cabellera blanca sacudió su cabeza y se recargo en el asiento, cerró los ojos y golpeo un par de veces el volante, liberando su frustración. Se dio la vuelta y sacó otro cigarrillo de su abrigo, lo encendió y continúo conduciendo, dejando al menor en silencio.

—¿A quién se le ocurrió venir a Hongdae? Será imposible estacionar —se quejó con molestia, sujeto con una mano su cigarrillo y dio una vuelta en la misma calle, donde acababan de decirles que no había sitio para aparcar.

—Jiyong dijo que esta noche era especial.

El alto no dijo nada, sin embargo, se sintió mal por estarse quejando. La pantalla del auto se ilumino y su tono de llamada comenzó, era Jiyong —Mierda —dio una calada más a su cigarrillo y deslizó el botón verde.

—Cariño, ¿dónde estás? —escucharon ambos.

—En las orillas buscando donde aparcar, estoy con Dae, llegamos en un momento.

—Entonces aquí los vemos.

Y el mayor colgó la llamada, Daesung lo miro de reojo, y de nuevo, no dijo nada. Dieron una vuelta al ser rechazados en otro estacionamiento, sus manos sujetaban con la misma fuerza el volante, suspiro y se alejó más de la zona donde estaba ese café, buscando una calle vacía, sin más, ya le daba igual si su auto desaparecía. Condujo con una velocidad más rápida y con cierta violencia, encontró una calle y sin mayor dificultad aparcó en la orilla de esta, apagó el auto, quitó su saco, deshizo su corbata y tomo su cajetilla del abrigo.

Salieron de su Audi y Daesung apenas y pudo seguirle el paso al mayor, iba caminando rápidamente, así que el menor pensó que tenía que hacer algo —Detente —el hombre lo ignoro— Choi Seunghyun, no te voy a dejar ir así —el alto se detuvo abruptamente, desabrocho dos botones de su camisa y paso una mano por su cabello, intentando una vez más, liberar esa tensión que tenía encima— ¿Qué sucedió?

—Nada, no sucedió nada —murmuro con esa voz ronca— por favor vámonos.

—Hyung.

—¡Estoy bien, Daesung! —la expresión del menor no cambio al escuchar ese grito, sin embargo, Seunghyun se sintió mal de inmediato, él jamás le gritaba al menor, sucediera lo que sucediera. Inhalo y exhalo con calma, miro al cielo e hizo todo lo posible por olvidarse de lo sucedido, porque su mejor amigo no merecía ese trato— por favor, déjalo.

Daesung se recargo en una camioneta solo alejándose un paso de él —Si crees que te dejare ir así, estás loco, tu expresión es un desastre. Y parece que no lo notaste, pero sentí que chocaríamos en algún momento, manejaste de la forma más violenta, incluso te detuviste a golpear el volante... y acabas de gritarme, hyung —el mayor solo miro al suelo con las manos en su cintura— esta tensión no es buena, divídela conmigo, porque si te dejo entrar así, las cosas no estarán bien con Jiyong.

—Solo diré una cosa Dae, y no quiero preguntas después, caminaremos hasta ese café como si nada de esto hubiese sucedido.

El menor asintió preocupado, cruzo los brazos y lo miro a los ojos, notando que a Seunghyun le costaba decirlo, que en realidad era algo grave —Es algo que te está comiendo...

Seunghyun asintió de forma casi imperceptible, dejo de mirar a su mejor amigo y bufo hacia el aire, mirando hacia el camino que les esperaba. El mayor no creía el cambio que estaba dando su vida en solo unas semanas, unos días... era drástico, pero era real —Kyungil está en Seúl.

Su mejor amigo solo abrió los ojos con sorpresa, el mayor dejo de mirarlo y se enfocó en el suelo de nuevo, no podía corresponderle la mirada, porque sabía lo mal que ese regreso lo tenía, era demasiado para él. Se dio la vuelta y le dio la espalda al menor, paso sus manos por su cabello y soltó un grito molesto, por poco sentía que golpearía a la pared. Un par de minutos después noto que Daesung continuaba en silencio, le había dicho que no quería preguntas, y el menor estaba respetando aquello, sin embargo, Seunghyun quería saber que pensaba.

—Puedes hablar.

Daesung lo miro a los ojos, pero Seunghyun cortó de inmediato la mirada —¿Lo viste?

—Me dejo plantado.

El teléfono del mayor comenzó a sonar de nuevo, el nombre del mencionado apareció en la pantalla. Seunghyun colgó la llamada de inmediato y regresó a mirar a su mejor amigo, quien lo miraba con la misma preocupación —¿Es él? —Seunghyun asintió.

—¿Desde cuándo están en contacto?

—Hace dos días, estuve a punto de ir a buscarlo al aeropuerto —Daesung rodó los ojos y dejo de mirarlo— pero no tuve el valor.

—¿Y te cito esta noche?

—Me dijo que necesita ayuda para recuperar su viejo departamento, yo lo pondría en contacto con alguien... —calló cuando se dio cuenta de que sus palabras sonaban como las peores excusas— yo, yo no lo pensé bien.

Daesung suspiro y sintió el vibrar de su teléfono, era Jiyong llamándolo, el menor no respondió —¿Apagaste tu teléfono? —le preguntó al mayor.

—No dejará de llamarme en un buen rato, lo conozco.

—Lo conocías Seunghyun, él ya no es el mismo.

Seungri continúo contando una y mil cosas a Jiyong, cosas sobre negocios, cosas que estaban cansando al moreno. Sin embargo, a ambos les apasionaba aquello, ya que Jiyong tenía en sus manos el control de una línea de ropa y accesorios muy exclusiva, un imperio que estaba creando con su propio esfuerzo. Y Seungri, siendo un empresario nato, no tenía sino mejores ideas para motivar y acrecentar el desarrollo se su marca —¿Podemos hablar de otra cosa? —se quejó Youngbae.

Jiyong asintió y termino su taza de té —Perdón Bae, pero estoy emocionado.

—¿Sobre esto son tus noticias? —el castaño asintió mordiéndose un labio.

Escucharon pasos por las escaleras y giraron al ver como un hombre de cabellera azul se asomaba, seguido de un hombre alto y elegante, Jiyong sonrió al ver a su novio por fin llegar. Daesung se regresó al ver como una mesera los seguía —¿Podemos ordenar desde aquí? —ella asintió.

Jiyong sonrió ampliamente al ver como su novio caminaba hasta él, el alto de cabellera blanca le sonrió también y se sentó en la silla que el menor ya tenía apartada a su lado —Se tomaron su tiempo —dijo mientras estiraba sus manos para acomodarle bien el cuello de la camisa.

—Fue imposible encontrar un lugar, ¿desde cuándo esta tan lleno Hongdae? —se quejó sin impedir que su novio acomodara su camisa.

Jiyong no dijo nada y abrochó un botón más en su camisa, dejando ver solo una parte de su cuello —¿A él no le dices viejo? —reclamo el menor de todos.

—No, porque es el mayor Ri —le explicó Youngbae con una sonrisa— suficiente trauma tiene ya, ¿Por qué crees que se pintó el cabello de blanco?

—¡Que no fue por eso Bae! —le grito Jiyong mientras se aferraba al brazo de su novio.

—¿Les dijiste? —le pregunto Seunghyun.

—¡No! ¡Seungri me escuchó hablando por teléfono contigo! —dramatizó mientras el culpable de esparcir la razón se reía— igual solo nosotros lo sabemos, nadie más —trato de suavizar.

La verdad era que Jiyong sí le había contado a Seungri, mientras iban a almorzar Seunghyun le llamó y él contesto a la vez que conducía, por lo que el menor había escuchado como Jiyong le decía a su novio que no eran graves un par de canas, que era algo normal. Y el menor también pudo escuchar como Seunghyun se negaba y decía que eso significaba su vejez, y que mejor la afrontaría desde antes... y sin poder evitarlo, Jiyong vio a su novio llegar a casa con un tono plateado en todo el cabello. Todavía recordaba la forma en que lo jalo de la corbata y sin decir nada se subió a él y lo obligó a llevarlo a la cama, una buena noche sin duda. Y casi un mes antes, cuando el tono plateado comenzaba a salir de su cabello, Jiyong no se había negado a que lo retocara, porque sinceramente, le parecía irresistible verlo con ese color que contrastaba tan bien con la ropa tan formal que el mayor usaba.

Luego de discutir un poco más sobre la vejez de todos, ordenaron nuevas bebidas y Jiyong golpeó con una cuchara su taza, Youngbae rodó los ojos burlándose —Primero que nada, me alegra que estemos aquí todos juntos, en nuestro querido Hongdae. Segundo, me alegra que no haya niños de por medio que me interrumpan cuando hablo...

—Puedo hablar por nuestros hijos —dijo Youngbae, y Seungri asintió fastidiando al castaño.

Jiyong solo los miro mal y fingió que no pasaba nada —Quería anunciar esto en la boda, pero se me adelanto todo, así que... lo diré ahora: ¡Abriremos una tienda en París! —los demás miraron a Seungri y este asintió con una sonrisa.

Seunghyun se levantó y abrazó a Jiyong con fuerza, dejo un beso en su cabeza y lo mantuvo en sus brazos por un momento, sintiendo como el menor se aferraba a su cintura con fuerza —¡Déjanos felicitarlo! —gritaba su mejor amigo. Jiyong intento soltarse, pero sintió que su novio lo mantenía con fuerza, algo un tanto extraño, sin embargo, en ese momento no pudo sino pensar que era por la emoción.

El mayor lo soltó y lo tomo de las mejillas para darle un beso breve en los labios, Jiyong sonrió ampliamente y le arrugó la nariz, enseguida Daesung se acercó y lo felicito, seguido de los demás. Conversaron un rato más sobre lo que representaba para Jiyong el abrir una tienda en París, ya que ya lo había hecho en Japón, pero París estaba más lejos, y era otro mercado por completo. Desde esa mañana que se lo habían confirmado, Jiyong parecía no poder quedarse quieto, era demasiada emoción, y como sabía que los tortolos tenían un día sin sus hijos, decidió que era un buen momento para reunirlos en su viejo Hongdae. Ya que, con niños, con trabajos pesados y horarios descompuestos, apenas y se lograban reunir en Gangnam, donde ahora todos vivían a poca distancia de los demás. Los únicos más lejanos eran Youngbae y Seungri, quienes, por tener una casa propia y grande, se alejaron un poco del caos de la ciudad, porque ya eran una familia.

Jiyong recargó su mano en la de Seunghyun y entrecruzo sus dedos con una sonrisa, escuchaban la historia de Seungri y de cómo Haneul, su hija menor, le había pintado la oficina a su jefe. Jiyong se rió junto con los demás al ver las fotografías, se sentía feliz escuchando esas historias, se sentía feliz de poder compartir su vida con ellos. Miro rápidamente a su novio y vio como este esbozaba una gran sonrisa, también se sentía feliz de tenerlo a su lado, de compartir tanto con él. Seunghyun era su pilar más grande. Siempre se lo había dicho a Youngbae, porque era el único que entendía cómo se podía depender tanto de alguien más, así como el moreno lo hacía con Seungri. Eran pocos años los que tenían juntos, pero para el castaño aquello ya era algo de toda su vida. A veces, cuando terminaban de hacer el amor, Jiyong se recargaba en el pecho del mayor y escuchaba su corazón y su respiración, y en esos momentos agradecía tener una vida tan afortunada.

—¿Dónde estacionaste? —le pregunto a Seunghyun.

—A un par de calles, ¿te vas con ellos? —le preguntó a Daesung, ya que Youngbae tenía la camioneta en un lugar muy cercano.

—Pararemos en el súper antes, para hacer algo de cenar rápido —explicó el menor de todos.

Daesung buscó en sus bolsillos —Creo que deje mi teléfono en tu auto —le dijo al alto.

—Entonces vayan primero y disculpen el desastre de antemano —se burlaron.

Se dividieron y los otros tres caminaron hasta donde estaba el auto de Seunghyun, el castaño se abrazó del brazo de su novio y camino así a su lado, como solían hacerlo naturalmente. Daesung camino más rápido, de hecho, corrió, porque necesitaba ver sus mensajes, así que ellos lo siguieron con calma —Supongo que si somos viejos para estar en Hongdae... —musito melancólicamente.

—¿Ah? ¿Tú? ¿Sintiéndote viejo?

—Pero no me siento mal, digo, es natural crecer, es solo que siento que nuestras noches de bar en bar eran hace solo un par de años... y ahora míranos, yendo a la casa de Bae y de Ri, quienes tienen dos niños ya. El tiempo vuela —suspiro.

—Solo soy un año mayor que tú y me estás haciendo sentir muy viejo.

—Perdón, es la nostalgia.

Llegaron hasta el auto y miraron que Daesung ya esperaba dentro, se separaron y Jiyong tomo el lugar del copiloto, despeinó su cabello y se miró en el retrovisor, lo sacudió un poco más y se colocó su cinturón —¿Llevarás a alguien a la boda, Dae?

El menor negó con la cabeza —No, no.

—Vamos Dae, ya es tiempo de que la conozcamos, ¿Cuánto llevan? ¿8 meses?

—Por eso mismo, es un punto crucial y ustedes pueden arruinarlo —ambos se rieron del menor.

—Siempre hemos conocido a nuestras parejas pasadas, no puedes dejar esto así y lo sabes —se quejó Jiyong.

Se conocían desde hace muchos años, era claro que conocían a sus parejas pasadas, el único que tardo en añadirse al grupo fue Seunghyun, pero el castaño sabía que sus relaciones eran solo dos, y ambas poco relevantes como para contarse como parejas. De hecho, Jiyong conocía a una de ellas porque se la encontró alguna vez en un bar, y realmente fue indiferente, nada que le diera celos o temor a perderlo. En ese aspecto Jiyong siempre se sentía tranquilo, sin el temor de un exnovio o exnovia por allí, lo único que le daba temor era verlo salir tan guapo de casa, pero que podía hacer si su novio era irresistible así tuviera un saco de patatas encima.

Luego de una ronda de tragos ligeros y de las carcajadas causadas por Daesung resbalando por el suelo gracias a un carrito de juguete, ya estaban más tranquilos. Jiyong se sentía adormilado, ese día se había levantado muy temprano y ya pasaba de la una de la madrugada, por lo que sus ojos se cerraban. Se recargó en el hombro de Seunghyun y bostezo sonoramente —No puedo creer que no haya niños aquí y ya estemos cansados.

—¿Otra vez quejándote de mis hijos? —musito Youngbae.

—La verdad los extraño, extraño ver como ambos pelean por hacer de Daesung su caballito —los cinco rieron.

Los tórtolos tenían un par de niños, habían adoptado primero a Taeyang, un niño de dos años, ahora cuatro recién cumplidos. Y a Haneul, una bebé de casi diez meses que fue abandonada en una iglesia, ella tenía casi dos años ya. Ambos eran una mezcla perfecta de sus padres, por lo que esa familia era un ejemplo a seguir en muchos ámbitos, algo de lo que muchas personas estaban orgullosas, incluyendo a los presentes en el salón.

—Muy bien, Daesung puede dormir en el sofá y ustedes dos tomen la habitación de Haneul.

—¿Por qué siempre me toca el sofá?

—Ya te dije que cuando traigas a una novia los enviare a ellos al sofá —Seungri y los demás asintieron ya levantándose.

Daesung guardó silencio y se dejó caer en el enorme sofá negro, Jiyong se estiro con pereza y camino hasta las escaleras, donde estaban las habitaciones, abrió por error la de Taeyang, miro su enorme dinosaurio de peluche a lado de la pequeña cama y sonrió, ese había sido un regalo suyo y de Seunghyun. Todavía recordaba bien como el pequeño sol había gritado de la emoción. Cerró la puerta y abrió la contigua, la de la princesa, miro la enorme cuna que tenían montada a la pared, donde ella seguía durmiendo. A la derecha estaba la cama matrimonial, donde esperaban que durmiera cuando creciera, mientras era para los invitados, prácticamente siempre ellos dos. Bostezo de nuevo y se comenzó a quitar la camisa que llevaba, abrió el closet y se estiro para llegar hasta la ropa que usaban para dormir cuando se quedaban, pero no alcanzaba.

Sintió una presencia tras de él y miro como una mano pasaba la suya y tomaba la ropa que buscaba —¡¿Por qué la dejan tan arriba si los dos son pequeños?! —Seunghyun soltó una corta risa cerca de su oreja.

—Les llaman escaleras —se burló.

Jiyong le golpeó el abdomen —O novios muy altos.

Su novio alto sonrió y se agacho para levantar un poco su rostro de la barbilla y darle un beso lento, el castaño dejo caer la ropa y se aferró a la camisa del mayor, lo jalo un poco, entonces Seunghyun profundizo el beso. Sus labios siempre eran suaves, la perdición de Jiyong, desde la primera vez que los había probado había sentido que las cosas con Seunghyun no serían breves, supo con solo una cita, que su química con él era muy intensa, y que el mayor pensaba igual.

El castaño sonrió a mitad del beso, ese día estaba sinceramente feliz, se sentía pleno por completo, hubiese deseado terminarlo con Seunghyun en la cama, pero resulto complicado regresar a su departamento con lo que habían bebido, así que se conformaría con esos besos subidos de tono. Paseo sus manos por detrás de la espalda baja del mayor y las dejo descansar en ese trasero perfecto, apretó un poco e hizo reír a Seunghyun —Ji...

—No soy tan incorrecto —dijo separándose por fin.

—¿Quieres recostarte? Tengo que hacer unas llamadas... —el menor asintió y comenzó desvestirse, se colocó el short y la camiseta grande, Seunghyun se sentó en la cama y palmeo el colchón—. Déjame arroparte.

Jiyong sonrió ampliamente y se metió debajo del edredón —Esta fantasía no me gusta mucho —Seunghyun le cubrió la cara y fingió ahogarlo, recibiendo como respuesta la risa del otro. Lo dejó respirar y lo tapo correctamente— sabes que no puedo dormir bien en otros lugares si no estoy contigo, así que no tardes.

Seunghyun asintió juntando sus labios y se aseguró de que estuviera bien cubierto, se levantó y lo miro desde lejos —Esto puede ayudar —se acercó a la cuna y jalo el móvil que estaba arriba, inundando la habitación con una melodía de cuna y con pequeños borreguitos moviéndose en círculo sobre la misma.

El castaño bostezo y soltó una risa floja —Eso ayudará.

Le dio un beso tierno en la frente y salió de la habitación, busco en sus bolsillos y sacó su cajetilla, coloco un cigarrillo entre sus labios mientras bajaba las escaleras. Camino hasta el comedor y abrió lentamente las puertas de cristal para salir al jardín. Encendió su teléfono y lo dejo en la mesita cercana a la piscina, se sentó en un camastro y fumo tranquilamente, esperando el momento en que su teléfono comenzaría a vibrar una y otra vez por las llamadas.

Porque así era Kyungil, si Seunghyun no respondía, él llamaría hasta el cansancio.

Sin embargo, el teléfono solo sonó dos veces, lo tomo con sorpresa y miro que solo tenía dos llamadas perdidas, ambas de Kyungil. También tenía un mensaje suyo. Bloqueo el móvil y lo apartó. Camino por la orilla de la piscina mientras daba otra calada, con los minutos ese cigarrillo se terminó, convirtiéndose en uno más, y luego en otro más. Su mente estaba divagando demasiado, entre los pensamientos que lo amenazaban desde hace unas semanas y el ahora golpe del pasado que representaba la llegada de Kyungil.

"Número Desconocido: Sé que estas saliendo con alguien desde hace varios años... si te veía en ese lugar, no sé qué hubiera pasado entre nosotros Seunghyun.

Sinceramente no sé ni que estoy haciendo ahora mismo.

Pero quiero que sepas que pienso quedarme en Seúl..."

Subió las escaleras y comenzó a cambiarse de ropa, miro como Jiyong dormía profundamente, sabía que estaba agotado. Jaló una vez más el móvil y dejo que la música de cuna lo tranquilizara, se sentó en la orilla de la cama y lo miro dormir. Ese hombre tan seguro de sí mismo, ese hombre que se había acercado hasta él para pedirle su nombre y hablarle de arte, para después invitarlo a salir, ese hombre era el mismo que frente a él descansaba como un niño pequeño. Tan inocente. Paso ligeramente su mano por su cabello y alejo el poco que tapaba su frente, lo acarició con cariño y se hizo una pregunta clave en su mente...

"¿Podrás vivir sin mí, Jiyong?"

[aflaxtonjaegerbomb]

Art Is Made From Whiskey

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Pairing: GTop

Warnings: None unless you count shitty writing

Word Count: 607

A/N: The whole time I wrote this I had You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore on repeat. I think the kiss scene goes well with the swell of the chorus~

Jiyong shuffled almost silently through the gallery on the second floor of Seunghyun's home. The robe he'd borrowed from said man was dragging behind him, two sizes too big.

Seunghyun used to complain when Jiyong first started borrowing his clothes, but over the years he decided that, actually, Jiyong looked incredibly adorable in oversized hoodies and robes.

Jiyong took a small sip from the tulip shaped glass he was holding, savouring the burn of the whiskey as it went down. His lips twitched as he thought of the cocktails Seunghyun had offered to make him earlier. Adding anything other than whiskey to whiskey was…

“Heresy,” Jiyong mumbled aloud, still shuffling at a slow pace from one painting to the next. If he was being honest, Jiyong wasn't paying particular attention to these artworks. He was looking for one canvas specifically, but he didn't know where Seunghyun had actually placed it - it had been a while since they'd had time off to spend like this and it seemed that Seunghyun had rearranged the entire gallery while Jiyong was away.

Seunghyun followed behind Jiyong, unsure of what he was looking for. Neither of them spoke, but the silence was comfortable. Seunghyun smiled gently every time he looked at Jiyong shuffling about, pausing to glance over a canvas before moving on. The fabric of their robes made hushed noises, each reassuring the other that they were still following one another. Seunghyun took a final sip of his cocktail as Jiyong turned to face him, signature pout already on his lips.

“Where’d you put it?”

“Put what?”

“Our piece…” Jiyong picked at Seunghyun’s robe, avoiding eye contact. Seunghyun chuckled and took Jiyong’s hand in his own before leading him towards the end of the gallery. Sure enough, the massive floral painting that the pair had worked on was hanging on the wall, dominating the atmosphere. Arranged around the canvas were flowers, some local, some exotic.

“Are they real?” Jiyong gestured towards the display. Seunghyun nodded, watching his partner’s reaction carefully. Jiyong’s eyes lit up, and for a moment he looked as if he couldn’t become any happier in his entire life. Then he turned to Seunghyun. Seunghyun could see his lips moving, forming the words “beautiful” and “thank you”, but he couldn’t hear them. Instead, he was awestruck by Jiyong. His smile, his sparkling eyes, the way his hands clutched at each other in excitement. Seunghyun found himself moving closer, invading the younger man’s personal space. Said man still had his attention on the display before them, prompting Seunghyun to gently grip Jiyong’s chin and turn his head before dipping his own, locking their lips in a soft kiss. Jiyong made the smallest noise of surprise, melting into his partner and throwing his arms over Seunghyun’s shoulders.

The pair stayed in place for what felt like hours until eventually, Jiyong pulled away to rest his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder. Seunghyun buried his head into Jiyong’s neck in response, refusing to break even the smallest bit of contact.

Who knows how long the two men stood, swaying slightly, locked in a tight embrace sharing shy looks at one another. Jiyong silently prayed that, just like their painting, the love he felt for Seunghyun would be timeless. Speaking of the painting, he looked over to the display again. The splashes of colour littering the canvas merged and mingled, however, they still stood out as their own individual self. As if holding back from their true intentions of becoming one with the other. Much like himself and Seunghyun, Jiyong mussed. Sighing, he closed his eyes.

Tonight, they were going to forget all their responsibilities.

@vipnetwork

[cigarretesandwine]

kwon jiyong in photos

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

I see it… Do you?

[annoyed4thsister]

When you find that one authornim who ships all your otp and updates continuously.

[daesungindistress]

ToDae snippets (a fic rec of sorts)

Guys.

GUYS.

TL;DR If you’re in the mood for a generous helping of quality ToDae angst, head on over to gdragondance and spend some time in the drabbles tag. Most of it’s old stuff dating back to 2015-2016, and much of it’s in wip form, but don’t let that stop you-- the writing is rich enough that you might not even notice. Just thought I’d share my find!

Aaaand lengthier version behind the cut.

So I got to thinking today about how starved of good fanfic I’ve felt lately. And by lately I mean... months. Too many months. Let’s face it, my options are severely limited. First, I’m only interested in fic that’s Daesung-centric, and it should ultimately pair him with one (or more) of the guys in BB. I don’t really want to see him with original characters... except for in passing, perhaps on the side or en route to an eventual pairing with another member of BB. And I'm just not interested in reader/self inserts (“scenarios”).

Worse, when it comes to what I can actually enjoy, I’m super picky. 1st person POV? Won’t read it. Not at least decently formatted (i.e., giant wall of text)? Not gonna try it. Obviously written by someone whose first language isn’t English (awkward phrasing, improper verb tense, etc)? I admire them for trying, I really do-- and I imagine fanfiction is great practice for learning a language! But I’m sorry, I can’t immerse myself in it. And so on so forth... I take what I read pretty seriously. (God, this makes me sound like such a snob, I’M SORRY.)

To be honest, I quit looking ages ago. It’s sad because fanfic is often the cornerstone of my continuing interest in any given fandom. Er, besides the source material, of course. Needless to say, for this fandom I’ve had to... adjust a bit. Learn to live without.

Anyway, the last batch of fic that really hit me (and that comes to mind first) popped up in January when author gdragondance got around to posting some old ToDae fic of hers at AO3. A bit short for my taste but all were great, not to mention filled with the most delicious angst. I was thrilled to read and comment on them. But since then, as far as I’m aware, it seems the fanfic well’s run dry. For me, I mean.

...Until I remembered that she's posted a bunch of old drabbles and wips on her blog here at tumblr, bits & pieces of fic I hadn’t peeked at yet. So I finally decided to check it out tonight. And I’m so glad I did.

Y’all, the angst. The angst. I feel revived, I’m alive again. They’re not complete fics, some are just snippets but it doesn’t matter, there were times they tore me up, reached into my chest and pried me apart to get at my heart, so painful but so good. I’m embarrassed to admit I had honest-to-god tears in my eyes at times, not because I hurt but because I was so happy to be so moved. To me, as a reader, that’s what’s most important in any work of fiction: that it moves me in a memorable way. I might not always remember the details of a story, but I’ll never forget how it made me feel. So whatever I commit myself to, I want it to leave a lasting impression, even if it has to hurt me to achieve that. Especially if it hurts me. (woo this is getting weird, time to wrap it up I think.)

Btw I do feel like I should mention that in addition to the angst there were a few fluffier ficlets that, while not normally my preference, still had me grinning like... idek. Super cute.

So yeah. Do check it out if that’s even remotely your thing. I felt starved at the start, but now? Like I’ve been fed the best.

[grilled-pineapple]

Acquiesce Updated!

Go. Read. This. Story.

[loveandturmoil87]

The other man ~ Part nine

A/N ~ Ok guys this is the second last chapter and this one is full of drama and angst.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader x Kwon Jiyong

Featuring ~ Bigbang x Tablo x Lee Haru

Rated ~ Angst

Warning ~ The following content may be a trigger to some people.

Series Masterlist

Two days had past since the night that Jiyong took your heart and broke it and your condition had worsened, your being sick in the morning hadn't changed but it seemed your body was now being affected. You were constantly tired and mostly bed ridden, sleeping the majority of the time, every time you tried to get up your head span and it didn't help that your dreams were riddled with the events that occurred that night. Seung hyun was reluctant to leave you during the day to record but you managed to convince him but today he had had enough. You mentioned that you needed to see your publicist to pick up your equipment and he refused to let you go alone, he managed to organize Tablo to accompany you but only on the grounds you would see the doctor afterwards. He waited by your side until Tablo got there, he helped you out of bed before helping you get dressed, the spinning in your head making it almost impossible. A smile appeared on your face as soon as you saw he had brought Haru, she had stolen your heart from the first time you met her and you wished that one day you could have a little girl just like her.

The car ride to your publicist was mostly silent if it hadn't been for Haru playing in the back, you watched fondly as she created her own little world around her. Tears came to your eyes as you thought about your own future with a family, it wasn't the thought of your own motherhood that made your eyes sting but the thought of who it would be with, even though you loved Seung hyun you realized you couldn't actually see a future with him in it.

“Is this it?” Tablo asked breaking you out of your thoughts as he pulled up to the building.

“Ah yes” you replied as you wiped your eyes, Tablo looked at you with concern.

“Are you ok?”

“I'm fine” you replied avoiding his eye contact. “I'll be back in a minute” you said not waiting for an answer from him before getting out. You tried to walk as straight as you could to the building, the spinning in your head had came back with a vengeance. As soon as you got inside you relaxed a little knowing you were out of Tablo's sight, you stumbled up to the counter and spoke to the girl, she confirmed your equipment was there and directed you to the floor. You staggered into the elevator and let out a loud sigh as you lent against it's wall for support, the initial bump of it moving almost made you throw up again, you placed your hand over your mouth and swallowed hard as you closed your eyes and calmed yourself.

With your eyes closed your thoughts went back to Seung hyun, he was a good man and you knew he would make a good father one day but the reality was that you weren't a match for him or what he wanted in life. Your heart raced at the thought of finally letting him go, you didn't want to but you knew you had too, he deserved to be happy and no matter what you did from now on you knew he could never be truly happy with you, especially after what you had done. You felt a sharp stabbing pain in your abdomen when your thoughts shifted to that and the image of Jiyong appeared, the look of disgust on his face as he stared you down drove you to tears once again. The more you thought of him, the more you cried and the worse the pain in your abdomen felt. The elevator doors dinged and opened pulling you back to where you were, you took a step to leave the elevator when you felt the pain worsen again, you grasped at your stomach as you buckled over with a grunt. You fell to your knees and braced your free hand on the ground as the grunts turned into low screams, the feeling of something running down the inside of your leg caught your attention. Panic washed over you as you looked down to see it was blood, the dizzy feeling took over again only this time your vision was fading in and out with it.

“_____ what happened? Are you ok?” you heard your publicist call before everything went completely black.

Seung hyun was sitting on the couch as Jiyong sang in the booth when his phone rang, he looked down to see it was Tablo, panic washed over him as he thought something had happened.

“Hello?” he asked trying to contain the fright in his voice.

“Something happened....” Tablo said before pausing, he was unsure of how he should continue.

“What is it?” Seung hyun asked as he got up to leave the room.

“I'm not sure but you better get down here, from what I understand she is in pretty bad shape”

“I'm leaving now, where are you?” Seung hyun asked as he grabbed his keys and ran to the elevator.

He didn't bother to tell the others where he was going or that he was even leaving, he didn't want word of you being in hospital to get back to Jiyong. He had been acting weirdly around Seung hyun since the night he picked you up from the hotel, he knew that Jiyong was aware that Seung hyun had found out about what had happened between the two of you and he was afraid he would go running to you if he knew you were in trouble. Seung hyun could tell Jiyong loved you as much as he did, he always acted the same way after a tough break up and his behavior this time was much worse, he was much more self destructive then normal.

You woke up to a low beeping filling your ears, you opened your eyes to an unfamiliar room, you looked around to see Seung hyun sitting beside you chewing on his thumb.

“Oppa” you croaked, not only your mouth but your throat was dry and it felt like sand paper scratching against it as you spoke.

“Jagi” he called as he quickly sat up and lent over to take your hand.

“What... happened?” you managed to force out although you had to hold your throat to help it.

“I don't know, the doctor said he would come back and explain once you were awake” he said, he noticed your eyes drift to the jug a water beside you. He picked it up and poured you a glass putting a straw in it before he guided it to your lips, you took a few big sips before clearing your throat.

“I was so scared I was going to loose you” Seung hyun strained as he placed the cup back on the tray and grabbed your hand again, tears begun to fill your eyes at his words, you had been thinking about leaving him before everything happened. You opened your mouth to say something when you were cut off by someone.

“Ah I see you are finally awake” a man who was clearly a doctor from the white coat he was wearing said as he entered the room. “How do you feel?”

“Tired” you replied as you tried to move yourself up the bed to sit up, you winced as pain shot through your abdomen again.

“I wouldn't recommend that” the doctor said with a disapproving look as stood at the foot of the bed.

“Why not?” you asked as you laid back, giving in to not moving.

“Because you have already over exerted yourself, any more could do damage to your baby” he said as he picked up the chart and flicked through it.

“Baby?” Seung hyun asked as he dropped your hand.

“Did you not know?” the doctor looked up from the chart as he awaited your answer, Seung hyun looked at you.

“No” you said, your mouth staying agape as his news hit you.

“Ah well congratulations” the doctor said, neither of you answered, you both sat there shocked. “But you're not out of the woods yet, we still have to wait for a few tests to check the baby is ok and we will be keeping you here under observation while we wait”

“How long?” Seung hyun asked suddenly.

“Just a few days, maybe a week, enough for Miss ____ stress levels to go down”

“No... I mean... How far along is she?” you looked at Seung hyun with his question, you knew exactly why he was asking.

“Ah well... we still need to get the initial blood tests back but it looks about eight weeks” your mind raced as you thought about where you were eight weeks ago, you were in Singapore for their concert. There was no telling who was the father, you had slept with both of them while you were away, the sickly feeling hit you again. How could you let this happen. “Well I will leave you two alone for the time being.. and remember no more stress” the doctor said before leaving.

“Seung hyun I...”

“I need some air” he said cutting you off as he got up and walked out, you could hear Tablo calling after him down the hallway. You laid your head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling as you began to sob, you never wanted to hurt Seung hyun like this.

The next few days went painfully slow but Seung hyun stayed by your side almost the whole time, he told you that no matter what he wouldn't leave you, which again made you cry. You couldn't comprehend how he could be so loyal to you after what you did to him, especially after the fact that the baby may not be his. You had wanted to let him go before this but the selfish part of you held on to him, you needed someone beside you as you waited for the test results to come back.

Seung hyun came back to the room with a coffee in hand to see your doctor leaving, he paused at the door, looking at Seung hyun before continuing to walk again. Seung hyun's heart raced as the thought that you had lost the baby crossed his mind.

“Everything ok jagi?” he asked as calmly as he could as he placed the coffee down.

“Yes....everything fine” you replied a you turned your attention from the window to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a furrowed brow as he sat on the side of the bed and took your hand.

“Yes” you said with a small smile but something in your eyes told him it wasn't. “Can you get me one of those please?” you asked pointing to his coffee.

“I don't think you should be drinking coffee” he replied as he studied your face.

“Please? One won't hurt” that small smile came back again, Seung hyun reluctantly nodded before giving you a kiss on the forehead, he got up and headed for the door.

“Oppa” you called stopping him from leaving, he turned back to see you smiling at him. “I love you”

“I love you too jagi” he replied with his own smile before leaving.

“Where the fuck is he?” Jiyong yelled as he dialed Seung hyun again, he had been calling since he left a few days ago but he hadn't bothered to return any of his calls. “Fuck” Jiyong screamed as he kicked a chair over.

“Calm down, he'll show up” Taeyang said as he sat back on the lounge.

“What's all the noise?” Tablo asked as he poked his head around the door.

“Seung hyun is missing, he hasn't shown up for days and it's his turn to record” Daesung replied.

“Oh... He didn't tell you guys?” Tablo asked as he completely entered the room.

“Tell us what?” Taeyang asked as he sat forward again.

“____'s in hospital, he's been staying there with her”

“What? Why?” Jiyong asked as his head snapped towards him.

“I should probably let him tell you....” Tablo replied as he scratch the back of his head.

“Just fucking tell me” Jiyong yelled, the men were slightly taken a back by his behavior but they knew you two were close.

“She collapsed from stress, they are waiting for some test results to come back to make sure it's ok....”

“What's ok?” Jiyong asked as he furrowed his brow.

“The baby, she's pregnant”

“Fuck” Jiyong shouted as he ran his hands over his face before picking up his jacket. “I have to go”

Jiyong rushed to your room, he knew Seung hyun probably wouldn't let him in but he had to try, he had to find out if the baby was his. You yourself probably wouldn't want to see him after what he did and said to you but he didn't care, after the news he needed to explain why he did it.

When he got to the room he saw Seung hyun with his back to the door, Jiyong's heart sank when he saw the bed was empty.

“Where is she? What happened?” Jiyong asked as he rushed towards him, Seung hyun turned to look at him, his face was cold but he could see the tears that stained his face.

“She's gone” was all Seung hyun could manage to say as he looked down at a piece of paper in his hand.

“What do you mean she's gone?” Jiyong asked as panic washed over him, the worst possibility popped into his head. Seung hyun didn't say anything as he sat on the bed and handed Jiyong the letter.

'I'm so sorry for what I did, for betraying you. I never meant for it to happen, I never meant to fall for two men at once but I did. I know you will never leave me so I made the decision to leave, I'm sorry I did it this way but I knew if you had asked me to stay that I could never say no to you. You will never be happy with me after what I did and I can't bare you to suffer at my hand any longer, please find someone else and be happy. I'm the one who deserves to suffer for what I did and I guess this is gods way of doing it, I lost the baby. I'm so sorry'

A tear escaped Jiyong's eyes as he read the last part of the letter, he sat on the bed next to Seung hyun. Both men sat in silence, mourning the woman they had both lost, it was clear that you weren't coming back.

[babyrubysoho]

What Goes Around Comes Around  Chapter 2 :)

[mousieta]

11, 16, 30, 41, 51 (nosey right back atcha)

 11. Who is your current OTP?

By Fandom (current fixations only bc i have dozens and dozens):

MDZS: NieLan (obligatory WangXian)

Bleach: Kyoraku/ Ukitake; Isshin/ Ryuuken; Kisuke/Ichigo

Big Bang: GTop (always and forever)

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

MDZS: Jiang Chen/ Xichen.... and not so much dislike as I just don’t get it. Like I’m sure I could read a fic that would help me get it but it just feels like Pair the Spares and I need a bit more than just that for a ship to grow organically on me.

Bleach: Ichigo and any girl. That boy is a gay disaster if I’ve ever seen one and the last chapter of the Manga doesn’t exist, I will fite you Kubo!

30. What inspires you to write?

The gay. And I’m not being facetious. Writing is my outlet for queer expression. So whenever I feel drawn to that, I feel the urge to write about it. Also canon creators being wrong (again, Kubo, you, me, outback, lets go)

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

The Tides of a Vast Ocean - Bleach fic by GotCocoMilk (catching up on UraIchi week and all hers are top on the listtx)

Personal Sacrifice - Stargate SG1 Jack/ Daniel fic by Stacy_l (remember reading this when it first came out -yes back in ‘04- and this is more a trip thru nostalgia than anything. )

Power and Paradox - Marvel Stony fic by The Kinky Pet (the author has come off of hiatus and this is hands down one of the best fics ever in terms of world building. It’s rendering of a BDSM AU and the way she intersects that society’s oppressions is just.... mindblowing. I really love it.)

Bend around the Wind - Marvel Frostiron originally by Scyllaya (but this is the podfic by Aerielle. One of my all time fav fics - Space Pirate adventures with some awesome OCs and a nice touch of Slow Burn and Found Family. The podfic is excellent, Aerielle is knocking it out of the park.)

And the last thing I’m reading right now isnt really a fic - its the translation of Guardian   because I am nothing without my hyperfixations.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Look I will praise fanfic til my dying day. I love its subversive nature, the way it exists as a medium of dialogue between the consumers of media. The way it represents the marginalized and allowed them to challenge the dominant power structures of our world by simply creating and sharing. I love that we can, if we choose, shuck off the precepts of ‘good’ and ‘how it should be’ to indulge in what we want.

The one thing I wish is that people could leave well enough alone when they come across something they dont like. Don’t Like Dont Read was the maxim for a reason.

[thelastdada]

Something About Us.

"It might not be the right time I might not be the right one But there's something about us I want to say Cause there's something between us anyway".

Something About Us - Daft Punk.

Antes de leer:

La historia esta hecha para entretener, todo es enteramente ficción y cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera coincidencia.

Contiene referencias a otros shipps y a otros artistas.

El gtop (G-Dragon x T.O.P) es la main couple.

La historia no es únicamente gtop, hay interacciones (románticas) de parte de ambos con otras personas. Es posible saltar estas partes, sin embargo, puede afectar un poco la intención de la historia.

Repito, a pesar de ello, la main couple sigue siendo gtop.

Actualizaciones una vez al mes.

Aclarado esto, puedes disfrutar de la historia.