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awkllama · 6 years

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The current Seungri Scandal

Okay, so I really, really wanted to avoid making a statement but everything I’ve seen is one extreme or the other (one or two blogs aside)

A few things that’s come up continually are the:

“I’ll support Oppa no matter what!” take

“There is no way Ri’s guilty! He’s too good to be!” take

and finally the

“He’s guilty! Absolutely! Vile horrid person! Look at all this ‘evidence’ “ Take. (I’d like to add right now there is NOTHING that fully incriminates him.

Now I am not going to stay here and tell you how it cannot possibly be true and how my Oppa would never do such a thing, and that he couldn’t possibly be involved in any way.

Because that would be a lie.

What I am going to tell you, is that I am not and WILL not decide that he is guilty based off half truths and unverified facts. I have been looking at and fact checking everything that I have seen and read.

My current position on the matter is that the crimes being stated are true. However, evidence about whether Seungri has actually committed these crimes is not substantial enough to charge him.

The reason it is Seungri who is in the news so much is not because he is the main perpetrator, but because he is a big enough ‘figure’ to become the ‘face’ of this investigation.

So the main facts are as follows :

The Catalyst

An incident occurred at burning sun. Some guy got assaulted for allegedly trying to help a woman who asked him for help. A man comes forward ( Kim Sang-kyo) claiming to be this guy, then goes public with his story. (The assault occurred, this is not up for debate. The circumstance around this assault however remains VERY murky)

CCTV of the Event?

Someone (conflicting articles on whether this was Burning Sun or Gangnam Police) claimed there was no CCTV footage of the assault. This was later proved wrong by Seungri’s own sister (an occasional DJ at Burning Sun) who posted an edited cctv clip of the assault. Proving there was footage. The department now investigating this case, now has full access to this footage. No one in the general public has seen this video.

The leaked conversation

A reporter comes forward to and sends a conversation to an organisation that examines corruption in Korea. This was because the if it had been sent to the police, it is presumed it would have disappeared (not so unfamiliar with other countries police forces)

This conversation was debated to have been faked. However, the investigating agency have verified the authenticity of the conversation and an official of the agency has said “ There is no manipulation in the conversation “

(Which I interpret as there is not falsifying of text, i.e. You know fake tweet creators, ect)

HOWEVER! This has not yet been confirmed as all those involved in the chay are genuinely those ‘named’

And also please note, this ‘leak’ came from after one of the members in the group chat having the phone fixed’. Which means that whomever leaked this DID snoop through this phone, implying that the integrity of the source is also unreliable. If the phones of those suspected are confiscated, and confirmed to have been involved in this group chat, this will probably be enough evidence to make a charge.

Kim Sang-kyo

This is the man who claims he was the victim originally assaulted when this scandal first came to light.

Mr Kim has been accused by several woman of sexual harassment.

All of these women who have accused Kim Sang-kyo are either officials at Burning Sun or are close to those involved.

The group Chat?

Okay there are plenty of ‘facts’ about Seungri being confirmed to being in a GC involving the spread of these videos. Right now. NO ONE has officially been named. There are assumptions and lots of articles have been posted naming the next ‘involved’ person, and a few unverified ‘confessions’ but nothing is set in stone.

This includes Park Han Byul’s husband, the supposed ‘creator’ of this chat, and who is accused of sharing a video of his wife.

This has NOT been confirmed by police or the investigating agency.

Victims

There are victims in this case. These are people who have been drugged and used and raped. However, no one has come forward. At all. No one that has been ‘identified’ has come forward.

There is also the case of the women who ‘appear’ to be unaware of being videoed. These women are presumed victims. If they are unaware of these videos, then they are victims. However, if they come forward and state they were aware of the videos, then that makes this even more complicated. (I’m suggesting this possibility because of a local case where a video was shared locally, and it was revealed that the woman was fully aware of being recorded even the police initially thought this was not the case. I do not think this will be the case though. This is just a point I want to make to cover all bases).

This scandal however definitely has victims. Every one who was drugged is a victim. Everyone who was ‘touched’ whilst drugged is a victim. And finally if people have been falsely accused of being involved IS A VICTIM. I am talking about everyone who has been assumed as a ‘victim’ in the videos, all the celebrities whom have been misidentified by the media and the public.

This includes EXO who right now have absolutely no evidence to their involvement, and those who have even suggested as much should be ashamed for making claims without grounds

The guilty.

So far Jung Joon Young has been the only identified person whom has come forward and confirmed their guilt. This will hopefully help reveal the truth about all the other involved parties.

The Verdict

There isn’t one. Literally everyone who is making assumptions of both innocence and of guilt are wrong. Until there is evidence made evident to the public, I will not have an opinion on the matter. Until there is a trial, I will not declare him innocent or guilty.

Essentially everything is very, very vague. Nothing is confirmed.

HOWEVER! This is not everything! Essentially this whole scandal is not even the tip of the iceberg! And all the ‘facts’ surrounding Seungri which are in the news are in fact a ‘distraction’ because this investigation involving Seungri also involves mass corruption both in Government and big time companies. Seungri is defiantly somehow involved, how deeply is not clear, what is clear, is that there is something much bigger hiding behind this. (Again seems very familiar to things going on in other countries too).

For a clear and concise take on everything going on check out this twitter thread:

https://twitter.com/k_fact_/status/1105161400484212736

If you find any conflictions with fact this post, please by all means please tell me, and LINK your evidence/article so I can verify it myself. I aim to be informed on this situation and the second anything occurs. I shall also update this as more information comes forward.

#The current Seungri Scandal #seungri #scandal #twitter #sources #statement #stance #Jung Joon Young #EXO #Allegations #Accusations #false accusations #evidence

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richrubies · 6 years

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Back Stage II: Foolish Enough (GD x Reader)

Warning: idk violence? foul language, angst, bullshit ex boyfriends do

‘How long?’ you asked quietly as you leaned against the wall of the now—empty dressing room. Young-bae had led everyone away from the room moments ago, bitterly taking Kiko with them as they went.

Jiyong refused to meet your eye as he replied, scratching the back of his head, ‘Not long…We ran into each other last month when I was in America.’

‘And so?’ you prompted, your voice quivering.

Jiyong’s shot up from where he sat at his vanity, and defended, ‘But we didn’t do anything, I swear to God, Y/N?’

‘Just because you don’t sleep with someone, doesn’t mean you don’t want them, Jiyong,’ you tell him quietly.

You prayed for him to deny it. To tell you that it wasn’t anything serious, that they were just old friends that had seen each other after so long.

But it never came. And if it did, you wouldn’t have believed it anyway. You saw him on stage. You saw the same longing that he used to have for you.

Jiyong’s heart had been moved by Kiko’s reappearance in his life.

You thought you would cry, or at least scream, but all that came out was a pathetic sigh. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you moved around the room and collected the few balloons that your friends had managed to inflate, along with the bags that the items came in. Sighing, you look at Jiyong who remain seated with his head hung low, and muttered, ‘Bye, G-Dragon.’

As you left the room, Jiyong called your name, asking you to wait whilst he remained where he sat, which was all you needed to know. He wanted you to wait; for you to meet his needs.

But you’d grown tired of doing that, and so you walked further away even as tears fell down your face.

~*~

It took months for the articles to relent.

G-Dragon spotted with Kiko! Old flames reignited?

Relationship between Korean Idol GD and Japanese Model Kiko, confirmed!

Marriage on the cards, says Kiko in an exclusive interview

Pregnancy speculation between GD and Kiko – is the prince of KPop about to be born?

It’d been eight months since your break up, and new articles were released so often that you’d nearly given up on reading and watching the news just to avoid Jiyong’s face.

You’d flown back to Korea three days after the back-stage confrontation, having decided to spend your holiday doing what you wanted to originally do, minus the boyfriend part of course. You didn’t receive any texts from Jiyong other than one telling you that he was sorry, and that he loves you, but he just wasn’t ready for your relationship.

Not ready for a relationship my ass, you scoffed at the memory.

You’d thrown yourself into your work once you’d returned. The first thing you’d done, however, was change all the locks and passwords to your home and office.

You had to be grateful to Jiyong in a way, however. Knowing and loving him had bought many amazing people in to your life, including a lot of the YG family. Hyorin and Young-bae had supported you more than you could ever have expected, and in return, you had played a large role in organizing their wedding.

You were a manager and designer who specialized in private events; so together with your favourite couple, you’d spent the last three months planning their wedding, perfecting the details and catering to their every need.

Currently, you were sat in your work-shop office which sat on balcony of the second floor, overlooking the rest of the office where several other employees were; Hyorin’s wedding board was sat in the centre of the room amongst many others, covered in images and details which you had gradually built together.

‘So, everything is ready to go?’ Hyorin asked excitedly.

You nod with a grin, ‘We just have to confirm the seating plans and guests so that we know how many heads to cater for; as well as for the gift bags,’

Hyorin nodded and pulled out her diary and began to rattle off the changes that had been made to the guest list. It wasn’t until you’d nearly wrapped up the meeting, that Hyorin asked, ‘Have you seen the headlines?’

‘Which one? I stopped looking a few weeks ago,’ you ask absentmindedly as you shifted through your binder book dedicated to the upcoming wedding.

‘GD and Kiko split up.’

You froze momentarily before continuing to shift your papers around, looking up at Hyorin, ‘Did Young-bae confirm it?’

Hyorin nodded, sighing, ‘He was up most of the night talking with Jiyong about it when it happened. He said it was bound to happen. They’re not meant to be together. They’re too similar.’

‘Similarity is a bad thing?’ you ask with an eyebrow raised.

‘Not always…But Jiyong needs stability in a world that’s continuously rocking, and Kiko isn’t able to provide that for him when she herself is continuously on the move.’

You nodded in understanding, and countered, ‘I guess she’s off the list as well, huh?’

Hyorin snorted but nodded in agreement, wondering as to how you could keep your composure after all that you went through because of both Jiyong and Kiko.

~*~

The venue had been styled to perfection, and you couldn’t have thanked your team enough for all of the effort that they had put into preparing for the wedding. You’d handed over the manager’s headset to one of your colleagues so that you could enjoy the wedding with your friends, which was what led you to be walking in to the room with your arm wrapped around Mino’s.

‘Wow,’ Mino complimented, ‘This is amazing!’

You grinned, squeezing his arm lightly, ‘Did I do a good job?’

‘You can plan my wedding,’ Mino tells you in response, a grin on his face. Seungri had offered to be your date for the wedding, but you had preferred to go with Mino, seeing as you were the same age and had become friends through working together on the stage sets. Plus, it meant you wouldn’t be stuck around GD if you went with him.

You’d even matched to Mino’s outfit, wearing a thin-strapped navy-blue dress that hugged your figure, with white lace tracing along the lowcut neckline and bottom of the skirt that ended mid-calf.

‘It’ll cost you,’ you tell him playfully as you found people to conversate with as you waited for the bride and groom to enter the room.

Sipping on a sweet alcoholic-free drink, you watched as Seungri entered, along-side his friends and band members. He spotted you almost immediately, leaving both Seunghyun and Daesung to rush over and hug you tightly.

‘What’s going on?’ you laugh as he held you, ‘We saw each other at the ceremony!’

‘I’m just happy to see you, is all, it’s been so long,’ he tells you honestly, looking down at the outfit that you’d previously hidden behind a coat, ‘Yah, you look amazing.’

Mino joined you both and bowed respectively. Seungri clapped his back, ‘You’re lucky to have a date like our Y/N,’ he turns to you with narrowed eyes, ‘I can’t believe you rejected me for my junior.’

Laughing, you apologize, ‘Sorry 오빠, I’ll be your date to the next wedding.’

He rolled his eyes, ‘That’ll be in another twenty years at this rate!’

You hadn’t noticed Jiyong sidle up to your conversation, but there he stood, as handsome and shameless as ever.

‘Seunghyun-형 wants you,’ GD tells Seungri, ignoring your presence.

Awkwardly, Seungri nodded. His eyes shifting between you two as he stuttered out, ‘Ah…Okay…I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N! Save me a dance!’

Nodding, you waved him away as Jiyong dragged him towards where Top was sitting, looking as uncomfortable as ever.

Mino cleared the uncomfortable air by muttering, ‘Let’s go eat some of the snacks, huh?’

~*~

As the night wore on and your feet had begun to hurt from the amount of dancing, you found yourself sitting on one of the chairs near the bar, watching over the guests with a smile. The couple were in the throng of it all, happily swaying with the guests. They really did make a beautiful pair.

You hadn’t seen Jiyong for a while; come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Seungri or Daesung either. As you thought this, a deep and familiar voice interrupted you.

‘Y/N.’

Looking up, you smiled at Top, ‘Seung-hyun 오빠!’

You hadn’t had the chance to talk to him all night, not with many of the other guests crowding him, excited to see him for the first time in months.

‘Have you been well?’ he asked in his low tone, a small smile on his lips.

‘Mm. I’ve been well,’ you tell him honestly as he sat beside you. ‘How have you been holding up?’

You ask in reference of the scandals and articles that had been released over the last few months.

‘Well…It’s bearable,’ he tells you with a shrug, sipping on his drink.

‘You look well, at least,’ you tell him, ‘That’s a relief. I was worried about you. Did you not get my messages?’

‘How are you still so kind after what our friend did to you?’ he blurts out suddenly.

You couldn’t help but shrink back from his intense stare and shrugged, ‘It was Jiyong who did me wrong. Not you, or Ri, or any of the others. I shouldn’t put that responsibility on you.’

‘Not even if I knew about it?’ he asked quietly.

‘Did you know about it?’ you ask with a hint of disappointment.

He nodded in response. Your shoulders fell but before you could say anything else, your colleague emerged from the side-lines of the event and approached you with haste, trying her best to remain calm as she strode purposefully to your position.

‘What’s wrong?’ you ask immediately, standing from your seat and ignoring Top who followed your movement.

You knew from the look that she gave, that something had gone wrong. Nodding to Seunghyun, you excused yourself and followed Sunny out of the venue and into a private room.

‘What’s going on?’ you ask, looking around.

‘It’s Mr. Kwon,’ she tells you, ‘He’s trashed the leaving vehicle that the couple are meant to be leaving in, in less than 40 minutes!’

‘What?’

‘There’s no problem in getting a new one in, I’ve already taken the necessary steps.’

‘So, what is the problem?’

‘He’s still in the garage and he refuses to come out. Mr. Lee and Kang are with him now, and they said not to involve any security in case a reporter gets wind of it.’

You scowled, before kicking off the god-forsaken heels you wore, and taking the spare walkie-talkie that Sunny was carrying.

‘I’ll deal with it. Make sure you get team one to replace all of the décor for the car, and our cleaning crew on standby for when I get that psychopath out of the room,’ you tell her, the authority and tone of your experience coming to light, ‘And make sure no one suspects a thing. This information can’t be shared with anyone. I don’t want to ruin Young-bae and Hyorin’s wedding.’

Sunny nodded, and set herself to work, whilst you left the room and marched towards the venue’s private parking garage where you had had the car stored earlier in the evening.

After following a series of corridors, you found yourself eye-to-eye with Daesung, who looked just as tussled and frustrated as you.

‘What’s going on?’ you ask him, catching him by surprise as he guarded the door.

Without hesitation, Daesung tells you, ‘He’s drunk and pissed off.’

‘So, he’s got more than one problem and he’s decided to take his frustration out on everything else?’ you say dead-pan, knowing exactly what this meant. You could hear the smashing and crashing from within, along with Seungri trying to control Jiyong.

Daesung nodded whilst you sighed, ‘Let me in. I’ll deal with it.’

‘I wouldn’t…’

‘Move,’ you tell him again, ‘I’m just as pissed off as Jiyong. I can handle it.’

Daesung nodded, ‘Be careful.’

You gave him a quick smile to reassure him before opening the door and finding yourself face-to-face with the car Jiyong had just finished taking to with a bat. The ground was covered in glass, and there were dents all throughout the one side of the car that you could see.

Jesus Christ.

Seungri stood in the corner of the room with a busted lip, looking dishevelled whilst Jiyong stood on the opposite side of the room with his back to you, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other clutching a bottle of top-shelf liquor.

Without a word, you moved towards Seungri and grabbed his face, gently holding it as he looked away from Jiyong and at you in surprise.

‘What are you doing here?’

You brushed a thumb over his lip with a frown, testing whether it was bad enough for him to need medical attention. He hissed, ‘Yah.’

‘Are you okay?’ you ask, attempting to straighten out his outfit and gently petting his arms to soothe him.

‘I’m fine. You shouldn’t be here,’ Seungri tells you quietly.

‘Why?’ Jiyong interrupts with a slur, causing you both to jump in surprise, ‘Are you worried that I’ll hurt her?’

Seungri moved to lurch forward, but was stopped by your arms, ‘It’s okay. You need to get out of here. I’ll deal with this.’

‘But,’ Seungri started, only to stop when you shook your head, ‘Trust me. I’ll be fine.’

Leading Seungri out of the door before closing it, you looked toward Jiyong who was now leaning against the car he’d just ruined, watching you with narrowed eyes.

‘You have them all under your thumb, huh?’

‘What?’ you ask from the other side of the room.

Jiyong moved forward a few steps, ‘Mino, Seungri, Young-bae. They’re all at your beck and call,’ he spits out.

‘They’re my friends.’ You tell him blatantly.

‘They were mine first.’

‘If Young-bae is your friend, why are you trying to ruin his wedding?’

‘I’m not trying to rui–‘

‘Then what the fuck are you doing in here?’ you ask him venomously, ‘Having a tea party?’

Jiyong blinked in surprise at your sudden anger.

‘How dare you try and ruin his day! You have fucking issues, Jiyong, we get it, but don’t drag anyone else down on your way out!’

Jiyong’s nostrils flared, ‘That’s right! I have issues! And you’re one of the biggest ones! You left me!’

You laugh bitterly, ‘Grow up Jiyong. You stayed where you wanted to be and I didn’t. That’s the difference between you and I.’

Jiyong had no response; not that you gave him a chance to find one, anyway, ‘You’re the one who got in to a relationship and moved on, so how dare you stand there after eight months and tell me that I’m one of your issues!’

‘Kiko and I…We broke up…For good this time.’ Jiyong tells you as he walked closer, the glass crunching under his shoes.

‘Congratulations,’ you tell him sarcastically.

‘I’m sorry for what I did to you,’ Jiyong continues, stopping so that he was only a foot away, ‘My heart wavered…but after seeing you tonight…All of those old feelings came rushing back…I couldn’t even look at you without wanting to kis–‘

He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence before your hand reached out and slapped him across the cheek, a loud crack echoing from the power of your hit, you yelled, ‘You’re a fucking pig, Jiyong. Do you think that I’m easy? That you can waltz back in to my life and tell my sweet nothings like the good old days? You made your choice that day. Live with it!’

The door swung open and Seungri looked at you with worry after hearing the sound of the slap and your raised tone, ‘Y/N! Are you okay?’

Ignoring Seungri, you angrily point your finger at Jiyong, ‘Three things are going to happen from now on Jiyong. One. You’re going to get out of this room so that my team can take care of the mess you’ve made. Two. You’re going to wash your face and go back into that wedding and pretend this shit never happened. Three. You’re not going to speak about this to anyone, especially not Young-bae. Is that clear?’

Still in shock from your hit that surely sobered him up, Jiyong stumbled towards the door airily, allowing Daesung to drag him down the hall as he looked over his shoulder at you.

You’d changed, he thought as he rounded the corner, you’d gotten much better at fighting against him. Unlike before when you’d argue, those words of finding you attractive would cause you to melt into him and you would give in to him easily. Now...now you were someone he barely even knew.

As you stood, chest heaving, attempting to not let any tears fall, Seungri murmured, ‘Crazy son of a bitch…Yah! Your feet are bleeding! Where are your shoes?’

Without responding, you spoke into your walkie-talkie, ‘Send in the cleaning crew and make sure that Jiyong is presentable before letting him back in. I’ll also need someone to take care of Seungri.’

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Seungri asks confused as you calmed yourself down enough to respond, ‘You’ve got a split lip and a bit of bruising is beginning to show.’

‘Yah…Your feet are probably much worse than my lip! Come on, I’ll carry you there, you might have glass in your feet…Ah this crazy girl!’

~*~

The rest of the wedding went on without any issues. Jiyong played his part and clapped happily, dancing with whoever asked, and put on a façade that even you had to watch in awe.

Seungri remained glued to your side, keeping a watchful eye on you as the night continued, taking over Mino’s role as a date, which you were grateful for, seeing as you didn’t want to ruin Mino’s night.

When it came to send off the couple, Seungri wrapped his arm around your waist and attempted to carry a majority of your weight whilst making it look natural.

You hissed under your breath a few times from the stinging of the now-bandaged cuts, but managed to put on a smile and wave to the oblivious couple as they marched down the stairs of the venue and into the shining new vehicle that had replaced the one Jiyong had totalled.

After a while, the crowd dispersed and the reception ended with you sitting on the front steps, leaning against Seungri as you looked down at your feet – it was funny how you hadn’t even noticed the pain as you had rushed to Seungri’s side and now you wished whole-heartedly that you still couldn’t feel it.

‘I’ll take you home,’ Seungri tells you with a nod whilst you attempted to protest that you were okay, ‘At least then, I can make sure you’re home safely.’

It became evident that you couldn’t fight him on this one, and so you nodded your head gratefully while waiting for Seungri’s driver to pull around.

~*~

Your apartment building was in sight as you attempted to walk on your own two feet. It took all of ten seconds before Seungri scoffed and bent to scoop you up, ‘No offence, Y/N, but it’s been a really long day, and you’re going to take forever to get to your apartment like this, so I’ll just carry you instead.’

Rolling your eyes, you let him carry you into the building and onto the elevator, pushing for the 27th floor.

As soon as Seungri stepped off of the lift, he froze, bringing your drowsy attention to the figure leaning against your front door with his head hanging low.

Jiyong looked up at the sound of the elevator, and his eyes narrowed at the position you and Seungri were in.

‘Just ignore him,’ you tell Seungri, and so he did, marching to your door and pushing in the code whilst Jiyong watched.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked as Seungri kicked open the door and stepped inside, shutting it on Jiyong’s face, ‘Yah! How dare you ignore your 형!’

The banging on the door continued, up until the point that Seungri had set you down a glass of water and some pain-killers.

‘I’d better get going.’

‘Thanks for helping me,’ you tell him earnestly.

‘You know that we all have your back, Y/N. Make sure to put ointment on your feet!’

‘Mm,’ you respond as you waved him off from the couch.

As soon as the apartment door had opened and closed, you could hear the two arguing out front of the door.

‘What were you doing in there, huh?’

‘I had to bring her home,’ came Seungri’s reply.

‘Why were you carrying her like that?’ Jiyong questioned.

‘Because her feet are covered in cuts! From the glass you smashed! Honestly, 형 ! Don’t you think you’ve done enough? Don’t you think you’ve hurt her enough?’

‘She’s hurt?’

You’d crawled to the door at this point, struggling to stand before you swung open the door to glare at Jiyong, ‘When it comes to you, Jiyong, I’m always hurt. Now get the hell away from my apartment before I call security.’

Slamming the door shut on his stunned face and Seungri who had already turned and walked away, you sunk to the floor and let out a quiet sob.

It was true. You were always hurt when it came to him; because he’d betrayed you, because he’d never chased you when you walked away; you were hurt because he saw you as someone foolish enough to listen to his bullshit and accept it immediately.

Most of all, you were hurt because he never left your heart, not even for a second.

WELL

HERE’S PART TWO

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING WITH THIS

BUT Y’KNOW

WE’LL FIGURE IT OUT ON THE WAY

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jungkookienoona · 7 years

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The Meme and The Tutor

Part 16: The Time Jungkook Taught The Tutor Bad Words

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: Gotta Talk To U by Seungri

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Summary:

After neglecting your Korean for several weeks, Jungkook finally teaches you some… useful phrases thanks to your impending trip.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Teasing!Kook, Shirtless!Kook

Word Count: 3296

Length: 16/?

“Since Noona is coming to Korea next week, I’m going to be seonsaeng-nim today,” Jungkook stated, pushing his glasses back up from where they had slipped down. You two had been having general small talk when you mentioned your upcoming trip to Korea.

“What will I learn?”

You shifted, still in your pyjamas as you felt too lazy to change. It was only midday for you after all.

“Less formal phrases and other stuff.”

“Since I was speaking too formally last time, right?”

Jungkook nodded. “That and I thought it might be useful for you to be able to recognise certain words and phrases.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll find out when we get to it. First, do you know what speech levels to talk in when talking to the members?”

You scratched the back of your head, “I keep getting mixed up between polite and formal. As in which one I should use for them…”

He chuckled, “You should use the polite speech level since they’re older than you. For me, you should use plain since I’m younger than you.”

“Okay, makes sense. And that’s why you use polite to me.”

“Exactly!” His gaze shifted from you to his screen. “There’s a sheet in the shared file where you have to identify the speech level and then rewrite the conversation correctly. You’ve done this before but struggled so have another go.”

You navigated to the document Jungkook was on about and set out completing the task. It took you a good 10 minutes to complete the sheet with Jungkook watching over you through the shared document. He would correct you as soon as you made a mistake and would explain where you went wrong and why. Once you completed it he gave you a pleased smile.

“I know we have limited time to try and improve your vocabulary so I took the liberty of making a list of phrases for you when talking to my hyungs. It’s also in the folder.”

“Someone is prepared.” You mumbled while waiting for the document to load.

He chuckled. “I stayed up last night working on it.”

The phrase list finally appeared and you scrolled through it while scolding him for staying up late.

“I was able to sleep in so it was fine.”

“Maybe you should have started preparing me for my return trip to Korea last week instead of teasing me about the autocorrect… Ah! This one might come in handy! ‘Iaega an dwae’ ('I don’t understand’).”

Jungkook made an amused sound.

“That’s for more like you don’t understand the rules of a game. If you didn’t understand what a person said to you then say 'Jal mollasseo’.”

“Jal mollasseo.”

“Perfect. But if you still don’t understand what they’re saying then telling them you’re from the UK will probably help.”

“And that’s 'jeoneun yeongguk’? (I am British.)”

“You’re doing great Noona! But you missed out the 'eseo wasseoyo’ at the end. So the whole sentence would be 'jeonuen yeonggukeseo wasseoyo’. You have to be polite if you’re talking to anyone that isn’t me until they confirm that are younger than you.” He gave you a positively beaming smile, proud of your ability to memorise the information he had presented you with.

Your face fell a little but you focused on making a note of what he said on the document as a reminder.

“It’s okay to make mistakes, Noona. We’ve neglected the Korean for a few weeks so it’s going to be harder but we’ll get there.”

“I have faith with you teaching me.”

Even with the slight pixelation of the screen, you could make out how his cheeks tinted pink.

“T-t-thank you Noona. B-b-but I’m n-n-not as good as y-y-you…” he cleared his throat, “Anyway, the other topic of today’s lesson is how to know if someone is hitting on you.”

You gave him a confused look.

“Why would anyone be hitting on me?”

“Because you’re pretty and pretty girls get hit on.”

He thought you were pretty? It wasn’t the first time he had called you it but it still shocked you slightly whenever that word slipped past his lips.

“But I’d be around you so…?”

Jungkook’s lips quirked into a smile.

“First off all, if anyone tried to hit on you in my company I would probably hit them. It’s rude. Second, you want to teach English in Korea, yes? That means one day you’ll move to Korea. Some dudes here have a foreign women fetish.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Exactly. I saw people staring when we were at the fair. Especially when you were shooting that gun like a pro. I’m just trying to protect you.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t really see any room to argue; he was just trying to help afterall.

“Let’s throw you into the deep end since those kind of guys tend to be very… blunt… with what they want from you. ‘Na neorang kong kkago hagosip-eo’. That means I want to fuck you.”

You chose the wrong time to take a sip of water as you ended up spitting back out again.

“If you’re going to spit, make sure you aim it at the jerk’s face who’s saying these things to you.”

“Oh my God.”

Jungkook adjusted his glasses before continuing.

“Anyway the direct translation is 'I want to do the peeling of the bean with you’ which I think is pretty funny.” He cleared his throat, “You’ll also need to know these next three since some guys view foreign women as… easy… ‘Geolle’ and ‘ssipalnyeon’ which mean slut and ‘changnyeo’ which means whore. If anyone says these to you say 'kkeojyeo’ which means fuck off.”

“Kkeojyeo.”

“Exactly like that.”

You smiled, but couldn’t help ask the question that had been bothering you since he introduced this topic.

“Why didn’t you teach any of this to me last time?”

“I didn’t realise I would have to protect you from people staring at you all the time.”

Huh? You didn’t notice any staring apart from those girls at the fair. And they were looking at him.

“Is that why you were holding my hand everywhere?”

“Uh…no…I wanted to do that…” Jungkook scratched his cheek, “So, what’s fuck off again?”

“Kkeojyeo.”

“Good Noona.”

Your nose suddenly crinkled at a thought.

“It’s strange to hear you swear…”

“I’m swearing for your own good. You can also say 'jugeullae?’ to them which means 'do you wanna die?’ but they might take that as you playing hard to get.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you scrolled through the list of phrases again. “I don’t think I’m going to remember all this by next week.”

Jungkook sat back and pulled at the neck of his shirt, thus covering his collar bones much to your disappointment.

“Chances are I’m going to be by your side so hopefully you shouldn’t have to worry too much.” He grinned. “And if you forget what to say a solid kick to the dick should show them you mean no funny business.”

You giggled, “Jeon Jungkook is advocating violence. Why am I not totally surprised?”

His face became serious, eyebrows drawn together.

“I don’t normally but I don’t want to risk anything happening to my favourite Noona.”

“I-I’m your f-favourite Noona?”

He scratched the back of his neck, cheeks turning pink. “Uhh, yeah.”

“I feel special.”

“You are special.” He paused then waved his hand as if dismissing the statement. “So, um, remember…self defence…yeah.”

Your own cheeks had warmed at his compliment, “I’ll keep that in mind… anything else I should know?”

“Ye. ‘Jeot-kka’. It’s another way to say fuck off but it literally means 'dick kick’.”

You started laughing. “So do I say it or kick them?”

He shrugged. “That is up to you. Although I recommend saying it as a warning just so they have a chance to protect themselves if they so wish.”

“And if they don’t go away.?”

“Then kick them and follow that by saying 'jibe gaseo ttalttarina cheo.’ Which means ‘go home and masturbate’ because if they’re hitting you and not leaving you alone even you warned them then they’re a perverted creep.”

You nodded to mask your shock at how direct the phrase was. You figured you’d save that for if you were ever desperate.

“That they are.”

There was a short pause before Jungkook smirked. “And if none of that works I’ll just pretend to be your boyfriend and prevent them from having babies myself.”

Your breath caught in your throat causing you to choke on thin air. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

"Why would you do that?!”

“Because I want Noona to be safe and happy while she’s with me.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I only ever felt safe and happy with you as your friend.”

His smirk stayed in place. “Men don’t find friends threatening. An angry muscly boyfriend would be better.”

“You wear such baggy clothing they wouldn’t know you’re muscly.”

“Then I’ll wear tight fitting tank tops and shirts with rolled up sleeves.”

You feel your eyes widen and drift from his face to the wide neck t-shirt he was wearing. Tight shirts and tank tops were a step away from his bare chest which you still weren’t quite sure you’d recovered from.

“Pleasenotanktops.”

“What was that Noona?” He teased, playfully cupping his ear.

“Uh… p-p-please n-n-no tank t-t-tops…”

“So I should escort you around Korea shirtless? I mean I might get noticed and it might create a scandal but if that’s what you wa-”

“Please dress like you normally would!”

He chuckled. “As Noona wishes.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll try not to be offended you don’t want to see me shirtless-”

“I’ve seen you shirtless.” Your lips quirked when an idea came to mind. “And from what I remember it wasn’t that impressive.”

His face fell.

“Is… is that really what you think Noona?”

It couldn’t hurt to knock his ego down a notch.

You put on a straight face. “I don’t believe you’re the strongest in Bangtan.”

Jungkook’s bottom lip jut out while his brows furrowed.

“In that case, I’m messaging Chubs. You don’t deserve to be part of the thigh power couple.”

You laughed at his childish reaction. He glared at you then suddenly he was pulling his shirt over his head and you felt heat fill your cheeks.

“I’ll give you this one chance to take it back before I message Chubs. If you say you were wrong then I’ll ignore what you said earlier and put it down to your memory needing jogging.”

You desperately wanted to hide so that he couldn’t see you growing redder by the second. But he was inviting you to stare at his body. And you were never one to turn down a good invitation.

You held his gaze for a second before letting your eyes travel down the column of his neck to his pecs. You gulped as your eyes travelled downward. It always astounded you that Southeast Asians naturally had less body hair than most other races. Your eyes landed on his abs and you had to stop yourself from licking your lips.

“So Noona, do you take it back?”

Your eyes snapped back to his face and you nodded.

“Say it.”

You blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“Say 'Jungkookie, you’re the strongest and most handsome in Bangtan.’” He put on a high-pitched voice you assumed was supposed to be his interpretation of you.

You sighed, “Fine. Jungkookie, you are definitely Bangtan’s muscle pig.”

“Not quite what I wanted but it will do.”

You rolled your eyes. “So you’ll dress normally?”

“Ye.”

“Thank fuck.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion but then smirked.

“Neo naega segsihadago saeng-gaghae (You think I’m sexy).”

God dammit you spat out your drink again. Curse the world for being cruel. And curse the little shit sat before you for being…him.

“I-I never s-said t-t-that!” You wiped at the liquid dribbling down your chin.

“Why else would you want me to keep my shirt on?”

“Because you’re the maknae of the group… talking of shirts being on. Could you put yours back on?”

“I’m going to bed soon. Putting it back on would be silly.” He grabbed his t-shirt and threw it aside. “Plus I like it when Noona gets flustered.”

“Why?!” You couldn’t help how your voice raised, an irrational side of you insisted he had somehow guessed your feelings and was teasing you for them.

“Because it’s funny.”

“I’m not your monkey! Go tease one of your hyungs!”

A yawn caused him to lean back in his seat as he stretched.

“It’s not cute when they get angry.”

“I’m not cute dolttaegari (dickhead)!”

He fake gasped, “Noona has such a foul mouth!”

“Kkeojyeo (fuck off).”

“I didn’t teach you how to swear so you can do it at me!”

It was your turn to smirk.

“You shouldn’t have taught me then.”

“I’m trying to protect my Noona from perverts!”

“Then you should at least put something on to cover up.”

His jaw fell open but mirth was clear in his eyes. “I-I’m no pervert! I was a complete gentleman the other week!”

“You mean when you disappeared on me for ten minutes?”

“I was helping Jin in the kitchen!” He pouted.

“I know, I know. I’m not actually calling you a pervert. I was joking.”

“Good!” He sat back in his chair, having leant forward in protest. “My Eomma once told me respect and consent should be top priority. And I stand by that.”

"I… well… yeah… It’s a bit random to bring up but she was right in raising you that way and it’s good you’re sticking to it.”

“I only say it because perverts don’t have those qualities.”

“That’s why I’m kicking them in the dick if they come near me.” You pretended to kick the air but slammed your knee against your desk. “Ah, shit!”

He laughed at you as you clutched your leg while rocking back and forth, muttering swears under your breath.

“It’s not funny! I bruise like a peach!”

“Try not to hurt yourself before you come visit.”

“I’ll try not too.” You rubbed furiously at the red mark on your knee. “Remember what I said last time I visited, I’m a klutz.”

“That you are.”

You poked your tongue out at him to which he called you a child.

“Speaking of being a child. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Men don’t have bed times.” He picked up his phone, the light highlighting his features. “But it is late.”

“Go to sleep, Kookie.”

He scratched his chest, “But I’m not tired.”

“I’m pretty sure you yawned earlier.”

“I was flexing.” As if on cue, he yawned again and stretched his arms above his head.

You raised an eyebrow. “Sleep.”

He pouted and crossed his arms.

“Don’t wanna.”

“Aaaw~ look~ you’re getting cranky because it’s past bedtime.”

“Noona is mean. No goodnight message for you.”

You shrugged, “I can deal with that.”

His pout somehow grew.

“Night Noona.”

“Night-”

He hung up. Rude. You were about to send him a message when he beat you to it.

'One more week and you’ll be sleeping here, Noona.’ It was followed by the customary goodnight selca but this time you noticed something peeking out the covers beside him.

'Is that Honey?’

’…Maybe…’

'So cute! The maknae still sleeps with plushies!’

His reply was immediate.

'Naneun NAMJA! Aiga aniyo! (I am a MAN! Not a child!)’

'Tell that to Honey’

'She keeps me company. It’s a big bed.’

The next picture was of him on his side, Honey tucked under his chin.

A giggle escaped your lips. He looked adorable.

'Do you cuddle up to her when you sleep too??’

’…No…’

'YOU SO DO?!’

'DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T HAVE CUDDLY TOYS! I SPOTTED THE BLACK TEDDY BEAR ON YOUR BED!’

'I USED TO LIVE IN A HOUSE WITH SEVEN OTHER PEOPLE! I’M ALLOWED TO HAVE KOOKIE TO KEEP ME COMPANY! IT’S DIFFERENT!’

You didn’t realise your mistake until it was too late. You hoped a quick lie would cover for you.

'Cookie. I meant Cookie. Stupid autocorrect.’

'Noona…’

Shit.

'Did you name your bear after me??’

'No.’

'Tell me the truth.’

'Why would I name it after you?’

'Because I’m your bias.’

You bit your lip and hurriedly tried to think of something to throw him off.

'Maybe Namjoon is my bias now. You can’t just assume things.’

'Your blog states otherwise.’

'Maybe I have a secret Namjoon one.’

You waited for a reply and assumed after a few minutes he’d fallen asleep. Except he hadn’t.

It was a screenshot of a Tumblr conversation. Confusion set in when you saw Chubs’ URL in the corner.

The first message was from Jungkook: 'I have a question about Y/N.’

Chubs: 'Shoot.’

Jungkook: 'Is Namjoon her bias now?’

Chubs: 'No. It’s you. Always has been always will be. Why?’

Jungkook: 'She said I’m assuming that I’m her bias.’

Chubs: 'That girl…Don’t worry. You’re her favourite…she even named a teddy after you. BUT DON’T TELL HER I TOLD YOU THAT OR I’LL GET MY ASS BEAT!’

You stared at the screenshot for a moment longer.

'NEXT TIME I SEE HER, HER ASS IS TOAST! AND THE NEXT TIME I’M GOING TO SEE YOU I’M GOING TO BURN ALL YOUR WHITE T-SHIRTS FOR GOING BEHIND MY BACK!’

'I had good reason to Noona. Who is top of your bias list is a very serious matter cause whoever is at the top has your undivided attention and a special place in your heart. I didn’t like the thought of Namjoon-hyung taking my place.’

'Well get fucking used to sharing me!!’

'NOONA!’

You gave an evil cackle. He was too fun to tease.

'Do you think Namjoon would let me sleep in his bed? He seemed pretty chill about letting me stay. I bet it wouldn’t be an issue.’

'NO! NOONA IS STAYING IN MY BED AWAY FROM HYUNG.’

You paused for a moment. No… He couldn’t be, could he? Was he… was he…

'Are you jealous of Namjoon-oppa?’

A reply came through instantly.

'I’m the only one who can be Noona’s bias. I don’t want to share Noona. Noona belongs in my bed, not in Namjoon-hyung’s!’

He definitely sounded jealous. But that was impossible, right? He only saw you as a friend. Maybe you should take a nap, you seemed to be becoming delusional. But you wanted to know. Ignoring the guilt bubbling inside you for taking advantage of a sleepy Jungkook, you pried further.

'So what you’re saying is you want me to yourself?’

'You’re MY Noona.’

'Naww~ You ARE jealous!!!’

This time there was a pause before his next message.

'So? I’m allowed to want to have my friend to myself… I think I should go to sleep now… Goodnight Noona.’

There was that dreaded ‘friend’ again…Maybe you had pushed it too far.

'I’m sorry for upsetting you… I don’t know why I did it… Goodnight BunBun.’

You sighed and rubbed your face, unable to be happy about his newfound jealousy when you knew you had crossed the line. Your phone buzzed just as you were getting up from your desk. You picked it up expecting it to be Chubs asking what earlier was about but it was Jungkook.

Hesitantly, you opened the message to see three simple words.

'I’m not upset.’

Yet somehow you knew he was lying.

'There’s no need to lie Kookie. I know I crossed the line. I shouldn’t have done that and you should be sleeping.’

'I’ll message you tomorrow. Good night Noona.’

The message was followed by a selca of him kissing Honey which put a smile on your face briefly.

'Goodnight Kookie… sleep well.’

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Date Roulette: Seungri

Friday

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I heard my phone going off. Dehydrated and groggy, I rolled over and fished around for my purse. Finally detangling my phone from the small bag, I answered it on speakerphone.

"What is it Jiyong?"

"I called an emergency practice. At least that's the story for the schedule change. Where are you?"

I groaned. All business, this one.

"I'm in bed."

I heard a huff through the speaker.

"Well that's good, but where's the bed?"

"In my hotel room."

"You're here?" He sounded surprised.

"Yeah. Ji..." I cleared my throat before finishing my sentence. I quickly weighed honesty against politics. Honesty won. "Jiho and Mino dropped me off this morning. Look," I became aware of a tell-tale sensation between my legs, "can I actually call you right back?"

"What? Why?"

I groaned.

"It's girl stuff. I'll call you right back."

I hung up before he could complain. Grabbing a pair of underwear from my open drawer, I ran for the bathroom.

Thirty minutes and a shower later, I stood in the plush bathrobe that I had already decided to steal from the hotel.

I dialled Jiyong and started sifting through clothes.

"Finally! What took so long?"

"I told you, girl stuff. So what did Seungri tell you about last night?"

A beat of silence was the only response. Then I heard Jiyong sigh.

"Hold on."

I heard a door and some movement type sounds. Another door sound.

"Why don't you tell me your version?"

"My version?" I scoffed, "fuck you Jiyong. We're doing this my way if you want it to stay quiet."

I knew it was a risky move, putting the company in this position. But Mino and Jiho were probably right. I needed to take control.

"What are you talking about? As far as anyone knows, all that happened was that you two got too drunk."

That felt like a punch to the gut.

"Fuck you! You know that's not true Jiyong."

"No, Luna, listen. I'm saying this as your friend, okay?"

I rolled my eyes, then regretted it. Headache incoming.

"Fine."

"You don't mean anything to YG, or any of the other companies involved in this show. If something goes wrong they will bury you to save their interests. You're disposable, Seungri isn't. So work with me here."

Fuck. I should have thought of that.

I gave up on choosing clothes. Sitting on my bed, I stared at the dresser blankly.

How was I supposed to stand up for myself? Jiyong was right. I bet YG had an entire department built to cover this type of thing up. I was a speck of dust facing a well oiled machine.

"Luna? Luna? I'm going to help you as much as I can but you have to play by the rules."

He sounded like a lawyer.

"What are the rules?"

-----

To: SOOOO AH! Where'd you get to last night?

From: SOOOOO AH! Promise not to tell anyone?

I chuckled darkly at that. I sincerely doubted she could beat my night as far as scandals went.

To: SOOOOO AH! Of course.

From: SOOOOO AH! So there was this guy that kept buying me drinks, right?

The short version was that Soo-Ah had gotten laid by some random. The slightly longer version involved the random getting upset when he realised that she wasn't famous at all.

I wanted to be interested. I really did, but I had my own shit to deal with.

-----

Jiyong had told me to stay in my room until he got back. I resented it, but didn't really see a better option. Now that I could consider all sides a bit more soberly, I was able to weigh out options and overthink things.

If I went out, I'd maybe be recognised. If I was recognised, I might be approached. If I was approached, I might be asked questions.

And what if there were pictures or rumours from last night floating around Anyone at the club could have seen Mino and me go to a private room. Anyone at the club or outside could have seen Jiho and Mino leave with me. Mino had said that the studio had been clear, but how could he be sure? What if someone saw Jiho drop me off this morning? We hadn't interacted physically that I could remember, but it had to look bad anyway.

I hated it, but Jiyong had a point. Even if I was worth saving, to an outsider it would look like I was trying to divert from my own bad behaviour.

So I laid on the sofa. I watched Futurama. I wrote a bunch of stuff in my journal. I thought about going to the gym, but even that felt too exposed right now.

I was dozing off to Bender's Big Score when my phone sounded.

From: Bobby Where are you? Let's hang out.

He must not know anything.

To: Bobby I'm grounded. Don't you have stuff to do anyway?

From: Bobby Sure. But something is going on with BB.

From: Bobby They're acting all weird, it's messing with everyone.

From: Bobby How are you grounded? You're a grownup.

I chuckled at that. He wasn't wrong.

To: Bobby Let's just say... I know why they're acting strange.

I could practically feel it coming. Bobby did exactly what I suspected.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Noonaaaah! What happened?! Why are you grounded? What'd you do?"

"Won a contest."

"Come on just tell me."

I bit my lip. Could I trust him to keep quiet? Could I trust anyone? There was something about him switching to English that made him seem trustworthy. Like we were speaking some secret code.

"There was a problem last night. I probably shouldn't talk about it."

I heard him hum, then click his tongue.

"It was Seungri, right? He tried some shit? I knew he was drinking too much."

"You knew?" I sat up, "what do you mean you knew? Why does everyone act like this was some obvious thing? If everybody saw this coming, why didn't you fucking tell me?!"

"Yaaaah... noonaaaah... it's not like that. I'm sure that no o-"

"No! Fuck you Bobby! Fuck you, fuck Jiyong, fuck Seungri, fuck all of you! I was able to get out in time but what if I hadn't?"

I was met with quiet. I heard Bobby clear his throat.

"What if I hadn't been able to leave Bobby? You might feel like it's not your place to intervene, but who fucking cares?"

"Noona..."

"Would you be okay with it? If something worse had happened and you knew you could have done something?"

I stopped, waiting for some sort of reply. Bobby cleared his throat again, delaying.

"Well?"

"Nothing happened though, right? It's fine."

My eyes fluttered shut, forming a poor barrier to the sting building there. I raised my free hand to my forehead, hoping that Bobby was just an idiot.

"It's not fine, Jiwon. I thought I was building some friendships. I thought I was meeting good people. Or at least average people. People that wouldn't just let something like this happen."

"I wouldn't!"

"You did."

"I didn't know that you two had gone somewhere! It was my show! I was performing and I had to do stupid networking and selfies!"

"You still could have warned me! You could have fucking said something!"

"I thought you knew! I figured Jiyong-hyung or T.O.P-hyung would have warned you!"

Jiyong's voice floated through my head, followed closely by Seunghyun's.

"Seungri gets impatient sometimes."

“You need to be careful of making famous friends. You’re just another fan, and they’ll expect you to be… compliant.”

I groaned. If that's their idea of a warning...

"Why does nobody just say things straight forwardly?"

"I'm sorry noona."

I sighed, slouching back into the sofa.

"I have to go Jiwon. I'm... exhausted."

"Wait, um... does Mino know what happened?"

"Sort of. I don't know. Junhoe might have actually heard something."

"Shit. Okay. Noona, I... I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened. I don't know what can be done. But I should talk to Junhoe and Seungyoon."

"What? Why?"

"Ah, come on. I don't want anyone to get crushed by the bulldozer."

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I had had days like this, sort of. I had had days where I couldn't figure out what to do with myself. I hadn't had many where I had no options. It was like a sick day, without the sore throat.

Around three in the afternoon, I finally gave in to my boredom. Jiyong had left a few simple face masks with me at one point, so I slipped a black one over my face and tugged my shoes on.

The mask, and my headphones, created an insulated barrier for me in public. I don't know if I was truly able to seep into the background or if people were just being polite, but it was a relief either way. If I was recognised, nobody said anything.

For a few hours I was just Luna. Just a foreigner. Just some expat.

A few simple groceries and I was back in the suite. I had formulated a plan. Well, maybe not a plan, but a... something. A plan-lette.

Better yet, I had gotten Daesung to agree.

Jiyong called around half past six. Pretty good timing, all things considered.

"Daesung said you wanted to talk when we get back?"

"Mm, in my room if that's okay. With Seungri."

There was a hissing noise.

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"There's a few more days left, right? Unless they're cancelling the show, something needs to be done."

"I know, I know," Jiyong sighed, "I'm pretty sure there's no way the show will be cancelled."

"I figured. When will you be back?"

"In an hour. Maybe ninety minutes."

"Alright. I'll see you then."

-----

My budget was substantially smaller than the last grocery trip I had taken, but I thought I still did alright.

I wanted to open up the wine early. Start drinking to take the edge off. But I had to keep as much edge as possible.

Instead, I channelled my nervous energy into precision. Every time my knife came down was exactly one centimetre from the last slice. Every measuring spoon was levelled better than the paintings on the suite's walls.

I ignored a call from an old coworker. I ignored a call from Mino. Confused, I answered a call from a number I didn't recognise.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"You should go through your SNS and take out your phone number."

"Who is this?"

The voice sounded familiar, but voices always do through a phone.

"It's Jiho. You went to a vocational school?"

"What are you even looking at?"

"Facebook. How did it go today?"

"Boring. I was grounded. The boys were at YG all day."

"You sound good. Do you have a plan yet?"

"Mm, I'm having Daesung, Seungri, and Jiyong over for dinner to talk."

"I understand Seungri and Jiyong, but why Daesung?"

"Mediator."

"Wouldn't Jiyong be the mediator?"

"Between Seungri and I, sure. But I thought we might need someone between Seungri and Jiyong. And," I clicked off the stovetop, "Daesung seems to be able to relax people."

"Well out of the five of them, I guess he's probably the one I'd trust. Hey, what should I tell Mino?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's stressing out over it. He called me when you didn't answer his call."

"Nothing? I don't know. I'll call him later."

"He's going to ask questions."

"Fine. Tell him I'm..." I sighed, trying to think of anything, "I don't know. Tell him I'm trying to be an adult? I'm dealing with it."

Jiho was quiet for a moment.

"Are you dealing with it?"

"I have to, don't I?"

-----

Daesung was the first to my room. He sat at the edge of one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen and dining area. I went over my idea with him.

"All in all, I'm stuck, right? I'm under contract for the duration of the show. Usually this would be the sort of thing that I would deal with in a one on one conversation, but because of all these cameras and paperwork I don't really have that option."

"Sure you do."

I rolled my eyes and perched up on the counter.

"Come on Daesung. Do you seriously think that everyone would just let things go? The company alone wou-"

"The company?" Daesung shook his head. "No one except for us know. Jiyong locked it down today."

"What do you mean?"

Daesung shrugged.

"He shut it down. He picked up Seungri, he stopped him from talking. He did what he does."

"Okay..." I made a split second evaluation of Daesung. "What does he do?"

"Jiyong is a problem solver," Daesung shrugged. "He'll work through ten scenarios before ordering his coffee so that he gets the best outcome."

I popped down from my seat on the counter and took the chair opposite Daesung.

"So how does that apply to this situation?"

Daesung explained what had been going on all day.

Jiyong had dragged Seungri into their practice room that morning. Daesung assumed that there had been a lot of scolding and interrogation, but Jiyong hadn't called the rest of the group in until after lunch time.

"And he just told you all what happened?"

"Well he didn't give us details. I'm still not a hundred percent sure what happened actually. But Jiyong explained that Seungri had done something offensive enough that you had refused to return to the hotel with them."

"That's one way to put it," I scoffed.

Daesung looked curious, but he didn't press me to explain. After a minute, he continued.

"Jiyong went through as many options as he could come up with with us. So now we're here."

"And where is here?"

Daesung shrugged, gesturing at the kitchenette.

"Feeling out your reaction, letting you decide if you want the company involved."

That was Jiyong's grand plan? To let me take the lead? I knew I didn't know him very well yet, but that seemed out of character for him.

"What about Mino and Bobby? Or Junhoe?"

"Jiyong talked to them," Daesung waved off my worried tone. "Nobody is going to say anything to anyone."

"But YG..."

"We all say that YG is like a family in interviews, right?"

"I guess so."

"Every family has kids hiding stuff from their parents."

This was too convenient. This felt all wrong. If Jiyong had taken care of everything already then why did he say all that stuff about the company to me? Why did he seem so opposed to doing what I wanted to do about it earlier? Then he just decided to go along with what I wanted? There had been a few hours between the call and now but it still seemed strange.

Daesung stood up, smiling.

"It looks like you won't need me here after all."

"Oh!" I stood automatically, "but dinner..."

"Don't worry about that. We'll have a whole week to have dinners."

I felt my face heat up at his words, but I wasn't sure why. It wasn't even a flirtatious thing! He was just stating a fact. We would have an entire wee-

"Cute. I'll just have to have you cook for me then."

Why does it sound like that when he says it?!

"Yeah, sure, of course. Thanks for being upfront about this. Everyone else seems to always go in circles."

Daesung left, somehow making me feel both relaxed and jittery in the process. In my little bit of time alone I thought over what he had said.

I knew that I would have individual time with each of the other members, but I hadn't really thought about it. Things had been so comfortable with Seungri until last night, I almost didn't want to see the others. It felt wrong somehow. I wasn't dating any of them, but I had already kissed two of them. There was nothing official, sure, but I had tried to date multiple people casually before and had already discovered that it wasn't really my style.

Wait...

I shook my head, There was so much going on I couldn't even worry about the right things anymore.

-----

I went to find some pain relievers for the headache that was building up in my ears.

“I must have been clenching my teeth all day.”

My reflection didn't answer. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, hoping to stretch some of the tension out of my jaw and head.

“Luna?”

Damn it. Just because he had a spare key didn't mean he could just walk in like he owned the place.

“In here.”

“You're always in your bathroom when I come up.”

“Maybe you just have bad timing.”

“Are you decent?”

I leaned out into the hallway, rubbing my cheeks.

“Since when do you give a shit about my privacy?”

For the first time, Jiyong actually looked embarrassed. Truly embarrassed. He shook it off quickly though, regaining his usual expression of bemusement.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to prevent a headache. Where's Seungri?”

“Ah, I, uh, I wanted a chance to talk to you before he comes. I told him to wait until I texted him.”

I narrowed my eyes and gave up on rubbing away the tension. Rolling my neck, I passed Jiyong and curled up on my sofa.

“Daesung told me that you didn't tell any of the higher ups or managers.”

“Yes,” Jiyong sat next to me, “I thought we should try to work it out without their interference first.”

“Then why did you bother lecturing me about how disposable I am to them?”

“Here, turn.”

Jiyong faced me and motioned for me to face away from him.

“Don't give me that look. Just turn.”

I wasn't sure which look he was talking about, but I acquiesced.

“Head down, okay...”

My head seemed to soften up as he kneaded my neck and shoulders. I let

out a small groan of relief, but other than that we were both quiet.

Too quiet.

"I didn't expect you to be good at this sort of thing."

I heard him chuckle. It was closer than I expected.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. You're famous, so wouldn't you be the one getting massages instead of giving them?"

He laughed again.

"I have dated before. I'm not entirely useless."

"Who said anything about dating? I give my friends back rubs all the time."

"Ah. So how do I compare to your friends?"

"I wouldn't know. I'm the masseuse. Nobody thinks to return the favour, and it's weird to ask, isn't it?"

Jiyong just hummed in response to that. Whatever that was supposed to mean. We both fell quiet again, until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"You should probably text Seungri to come up."

Jiyong's hands went still, resting on my shoulders. I felt his forehead land between my shoulder blades.

"We should talk about this first."

"Well... we do need to talk, but it can wait. I want to get this taken care of."

His head lifted and he turned me to look at him.

"I wanted to apologise. I tried to warn you but I was hung up on not wanting to badmouth Seungri. I feel like I put you in that situation because I was worried about image."

I didn't bother to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"So you talked to Jiwon after I did, huh?"

"Does that matter? I realised my mistake. Sure, I didn't get to it on my own but I still got there."

He seemed genuinely apologetic.

"Ji..."

"I'll do better in the future," his hands squeezed my shoulders, "I'll try to remember that there might be real consequences."

I was hit by a time warp sort of feeling. I had met this group less than two weeks ago, but they were already having such an impact on my life. This man that I barely knew, this man in front of me, was promising to take care of me.

It felt like a drama.

"What if something had happened? What if I wasn't trained for self defence? Can you even imagine that Jiyong?"

Jiyong licked his lips, and I mentally chastised myself for getting distracted by it. He dropped his hold on me and slid off the sofa. Kneeling on the floor, he leaned forward onto his hands, head down.

"Yah... isn't this a bit..."

"I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me, Luna. As the leader, it's my job to look after my members, but as a man, and as your elder, I should look after you as well."

"Ji..."

"I reacted poorly last night, and earlier today."

"Come on this isn't..."

"Image management is one of my biggest duties, but I shouldn't put it above what is right."

I was uncomfortable and unfamiliar with what was happening. Sure, I had seen things like this in dramas, but I didn't think it happened in real life. As I worked through my culture shock, Jiyong stayed where he was.

"Get up Jiyong. If anything, it should be Seungri kneeling down there."

Jiyong looked up at me and smirked slightly.

"Seungri spent a fair amount of time kneeling today," he stood up and pulled his phone out, "but you're right."

-----

When Seungri arrived, my stomach was in knots. I entered a sort of robotic mode. Everything was automatic. Thankfully, neither of the two men tried to push me in any sort of direction.

When he knocked on the door I turned to Jiyong.

"I can't do this. No, I can do this. I have to do this."

"Relax," Jiyong lifted both hands and cradled my face, tugging gently on my earlobes, "he is the one that did something wrong. He's sincerely upset too. Seunghyun made him cry."

"He cried?" I just barely hid my smile at the thought.

"Yes."

There was another knock.

"You answer the door. I'll get the food."

So Jiyong let Seungri in while I pulled the food I had made out of the oven. I was struck by how strange it was to cook for someone who had, essentially, attacked me.

I could hear low murmurs between the two in the other room as I set down plates.

"Let's eat guys."

Jiyong came in first, gentle but obviously tense. He sat in the seat that would allow him to be a barrier between Seungri and I. I sat next to him as Seungri settled across from me.

Jiyong rested his hand on mine.

"Are you sure you wa-"

"We're going to eat first. I don't care if you two are on any diets or anything, this is full of carbs. We're going to sit, and eat, and finish this bottle of wine, and then we can talk."

A small smile filtered through Jiyong's concerned look. I didn't bother to look at Seungri's response.

The boys were obviously uncomfortable. No shit. I made innocuous small talk through dinner. I had planned out topics beforehand, so it wasn't difficult. I talked about shows, news, anything but what had happened the night before.

Slowly, the atmosphere relaxed. In pace with the emptying wine bottle, the three of us got comfortable.

Finally, we were left with an empty bottle and empty plates. Jiyong insisted on doing the dishes, letting Seungri and I go to the living room to talk.

-----

I settled into the armchair, leaving Seungri to the sofa.

"Noona..."

"I'm not that much older than you."

"You're that much maturer than me."

Silence fell between us, interrupted by the soft clatter of Jiyong cleaning up.

Finally, Seungri spoke up.

"I've been thinking all day, you know, how can I even apologise for this? Do words even exist for this?"

"You could start with the basics, I guess. But... honestly I just want to know what you thought was going to happen. How does someone think it's okay to act like that?"

"I... I don't know. I guess... I guess I thought you were just worried about getting caught? It didn't even occur to me that you might not have wa... wanted to..." Seungri ruffled his hands through his hair agitatedly. "I thought you wanted it as much as I did."

"Well, maybe I did, later. But at that place? Isn't that sort of..." I thought about how to say what I was feeling. "Does that really seem like my style? The back room at a dance club? In a way that's almost more offensive."

Seungri was quiet, head hanging in his hands.

Jiyong entered in that silence. He passed by the sofa, pausing to nudge Seungri with his foot, before perching on the armrest of my chair. He crossed his arms and watched Seungri intensely.

"Well?"

"Hyung, I-"

"You don't need to apologise to me. And do it properly."

Culture shock again. Seungri knelt, bowing his head to the floor. I resisted the urge to look up at Jiyong for a cue.

"I misunderstood the situation, and acted inappropriately and disrespectfully. I disgraced myself and you through my actions and thoughts. I... I understand if you want to..." Seungri seemed to choke on his words at this point, "... to sever ties between us, and I... I won't appear before you without your invitation."

How was I supposed to respond to that? I stared at Seungri, trying to absorb what was happening.

Jiyong nudged me with his elbow. I had to do something.

"Ji-oppa? Can you please leave us alone for a minute?"

Jiyong clicked his tongue, but disappeared down the hallway.

Seungri stayed where he was. I crouched down in front of him.

Somehow, I believed him. I believed that he had been drunk and confused. I believed that he hadn't been acting with malicious intent.

With a sigh, I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Just for information's sake, I'm not the type to do that sort of thing in public. Come on, sit up Seungri."

He kept his eyes down as he moved to just be kneeling on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my knees and cocked my head at him.

"Too bad it's just a week. Maybe it would be a mistake, but I feel like you could redeem yourself with enough time."

"Luna, I-"

I held my hand out, palm up, in front of him. Seungri finally looked up to meet my gaze.

"What?"

"Hand."

Seungri hesitantly rested his hand in mine. I grasped his tightly.

"Let's be polite. Let's... use this as a lesson, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you misunderstood. So... maybe you need to be a better listener. Maybe I need to be a better communicator."

He nodded, but still looked unsure of what was happening. I chuckled drily.

"Maybe you need to drink less as well."

"You want to know something stupid?"

I dropped his hand and nodded. He smiled, abashed.

"I was trying to be cool. I don't know why. I thought you'd be impressed by how well I could drink. I was trying to be manly."

I nodded again.

"I know." I stood up, offering him a hand again. "Come on. It's not late, but I'm tired."

Seungri hauled himself to his feet and fidgeted in front of me.

"What about tomorrow and Sunday?"

I shrugged. What else could be done?

"If you can act normal, so can I. We'll film like nothing happened."

-----

Jiyong was reading a paperback, sprawled across my bed the wrong way.

As if he was my best friend, I plopped down and laid across his back.

We stayed that way, back to back, marking my mattress with a human X, for a good two minutes before either of us said anything. Our words collided.

"You're a nerd."

"Why are you in here?"

I rolled and shimmied onto my stomach next to Jiyong.

"Why am I a nerd?"

"All this sci-fi stuff."

"Yeah... I guess so."

He turned the page. Something occurred to me.

"You must be pretty fluent if you can keep up with sci-fi in English."

"Context helps. Are we not going to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"Page 16," Jiyong mumbled before putting the book aside. He shifted onto his side. I didn't look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. "Are you okay?"

"No lasting damage."

"Jagi..."

I sighed heavily and rolled onto my back. I shut my eyes to block out Jiyong's intense gaze.

"It's weird. I might sleep better if Mino was here."

"Mino?" I could hear the suppressed annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah. He slept on a chair last night," I laughed, "it was like having a guard dog outside my room."

Jiyong clicked his teeth.

"He can't be that good of a guard if he was sleeping."

"Maybe," I opened my eyes, not wanting to miss his reaction to the next part, "but Zico stayed awake."

I was a little disappointed. All Jiyong did was roll his eyes and roll onto his back.

After a huffy sort of groan, Jiyong responded.

"So Mino was good last night? He looked after you?"

"They both did."

"Good."

I was dozing by the time Jiyong spoke up again.

"I should get going."

I groaned, frowning with my eyes shut. I felt him move next to me.

"What's wrong?"

"I want you to stay. A little bit."

Jiyong laughed, prompting me to open one eye to glare at him.

"What?"

"You're cute. I should really go."

"Why?"

"Because you're cute when you're sleepy. I want to tuck you in but..."

I opened my other eye in curiosity. I had a suspicion of what was coming next.

"... I also want to kiss you again, and this probably isn't the best time or place."

"Makes sense, since I'm so cute." I flopped onto my side, tugging the corner of the blanket up to my shoulder. "Fine. Go to bed in your own room."

#Date Roulette #DR:BB #DR:SR #G Dragon #Kwon Jiyong #Bobby #Kim Jiwon #Zico #Woo Jiho #Daesung #Kang Daesung #Seungri #Lee Seunghyun #Big Bang #Kpop Scenarios

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Crooked Chapter 5

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue

When the members of Kwon Ji Yong’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Yong is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who wished me well and who were understanding while I was getting over my sickness. I know that there was a long break between this and the last chapter and I’m sorry about that, I’ll work harder now that I’m feeling better <3 lots of love <3

Due to his injuries, G Dragon spends the next few days behind the scenes. Choosing to stay at the house so that his injury can heal means that most of the time he’s yelling into the phone in his office, or chewing out a rookie in the foyer. It also means you see him a lot more. There’s a new open door policy that went through the house, and most days your door is propped open, letting the flood of business conversation as well silly rough housing reach your ears. It’s nice feeling to be part of the house instead of confined to a room. At first G Dragon would just pass casually, pausing in the door way to ask how you were, or to catch a scene of a drama. As the days went on, standing became sitting, and somehow it had landed into your current situation of eating shrimp crackers and complaining about the latest drama you were watching.

“I mean honestly, did they even try?”

G Dragon sat in a pair of lounging slacks and a loose t-shirt, his one hand raised towards the tv in outrage, fist closed around a handful of crackers.

“Zero chemistry,” you nodded in agreement, poking at the clay mask on your face to see if it was dry, “Put something else on, I’m washing this off.”

It had been surprisingly easy to get comfortable around him. G Dragon was a man with two sides, a monster while conducting business; ruthless, cold, and mean. When he was with his men, or alone with you, his edges softened. Most of the time he stayed silent, always the observer. When he spoke, it was either to give direction, or input he deemed important. The last two days in particular he’d been more vocal, and you could tell in the way his eyes wandered around the room that he was growing restless.

“How did you even survive being locked up in here?” he called from the main room, loud enough to be heard over the running water as you washed your face. “How can you sit here and just watch tv all day?”

Patting your face dry, you walked back into the room, where G Dragon had spread out, with his feet splayed out towards the head of the bed.

“In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the one who kidnapped me and left me with nothing to do.”

“Right.”

He looked over at you for a minute, before his mouth split into a devilish grin, “Shall we spring you out then, just for a bit?”

Your heart dropped from your chest to your toes, freezing the smile on your face.

“You’re out of your mind,” you laughed uneasily, walking back into the bathroom to apply more of your skincare routine. Anxiety coursed through you, making your hands shake. He couldn’t possibly understand what he was offering you. The taste of freedom was so tempting that it pricked your eyes. The idea that it was a false freedom made the bile in your stomach churn. When you looke up in the mirror, G Dragon’s reflection stares back. Without a sound, he had come to sit on the lip of the tub, his feline eyes narrowed as they inspect you.

“If it’s hard enough for me to spend a couple days locked up, it must have been way worse for you.”

All you can do is shrug. Of course it’s been hard sitting alone with nothing to do. Of course the stir crazy just about makes your head explode, but the last few days had been better. Being able to talk with the guys had made living here feel almost normal, like unconventional roommates. This offer to taste the outside world changed things. It brought back the reality that you were more-or-less imprisoned by G Dragon and his men. Thoughts of how G Dragon acted when he was working scared you, and contrasted harshly against the man who watched dramas with you and pouted over which snacks to eat.

Looking at him now, your eyes automatically glide over the bandages that peak out from under his sleeve. Going under the sink, you find the first aid kit, and make your way over to where he sat.

“Have you been changing this as often as I told you to?” you ask, lifting up his sleeve. He doesn’t speak, and you don’t mind. Slowly undressing the wound you see that it’s healing slowly, but with no sign of infection or irritation. “Looks good,” you mutter, pulling out some cream to pat into the affected area.

“I never really took the time to thank you.”

His hand comes up to catch yours, and you look him in the eyes.

“I was just trying to help,” you smile, unsure of what else to do, and try pulling your hand away, but he holds it a bit tighter.

“Let’s get out of here. We can do whatever you want all day; I owe you that at least.”

G Dragon’s features are soft, his lips turned up just slightly at their edges in an easy smile. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to, and so it was settled. You redressed G Dragon’s wound, and then shooed him from the room so that you could change clothes and apply some makeup.

Alone in your room, excitement takes over. Flipping to the weather channel, you find that the fall weather seemed to be holding off, and that the outside world was sunny and cool. You decide to wear a soft pink dress with long sleeves that also hugged your hips and dipped low in the collar without being scandalous. Pairing it with nude tights and cream colored heels, you danced into the bathroom to apply simple make up with soft pinks and a striking wing of eyeliner before running towards the closet to pick a coat.

You only had one arm through your coat before there was a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you called, slipping your other arm into its sleeve and shrugging on the coat. Seungri walked in, a frown line pinched on his forehead.

“Y/N—,”Whatever he was about to say suddenly dropped off his tongue as he looked at you. Blushing, you played at your hair, wondering if you should have done something special with it.

“Wow.” Youngbae had entered the room, wearing a black hoodie and a matching beanie. “Lookin’ good, Y/N.”

“A big improvement to the sweatpants we usually see,” Seungri smiles, finally recovering from his word loss. G Dragon walked in, speaking in low tones to TOP, his outfit changed to black fitted trousers and matching black top under a sequined tuxedo blazer. The thick braded gold chain that hung from his neck looked heavy, but tied his seemingly ridiculous outfit into something sexy and fashionable.

While you were busy staring down his outfit, he was busy doing the same with you. When his roaming eyes finally caught your intention, you felt your body blush. Though you were covered, you felt exposed. When his eyes finally met yours, he smirked, finishing whatever conversation he’d been having and placing a hand on TOP’s shoulder before walking over to you.

“Ready to go?” You nod, choosing to look at the cigarette behind his ear rather than his face, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his new image.

He holds a silent arm out to you, and you take it, letting him lead you down the steps and through the front doors where a sleek sports car waits, the low purr of the engine stirring butterflies in your stomach.

“We’re really going,” you whisper, trying very hard not to take the steps two at a time. G Dragon smiles to himself, release you to open the door for you, and letting himself in on the other side. There is a dark screened partition between yourself and the front seats, and the windows of the vehicle are tinted so that you feel rather than see someone get into the passenger seat.

“That will be Youngbae,” G Dragon mutters, shrugging down in his seat and taking the cigarette out from behind his ear. Rather than lighting it, he plays with it between his fingers, rolling it back and forth as the engine goes from a purr to a roar, and you begin to move.

“Where are we going?”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere?”

“Within reason,” he mutters, paying attention to his hands rather than looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you trace your lower lip in thought, “I never got to explore Seoul, someone decided to kidnap me.”

“We don’t have to go to Seoul, Busan is a couple hours away, Incheon is even closer.” You shrug, still worrying your lip with your finger, there had been so many places you wanted to visit when you’d first arrived in Seoul, and now everything seemed to slip from your mind. You had no money for shopping, and all the places you wanted to explore were too important to trump over another.

With a loud sigh, G Dragon reached over and grabbed your hand, relieving your lip. His fingers gently wrapped around yours, and when you looked at him he was studying you, face blank with concentration. To his left he pressed a button.

“Yeah?” Youngbae’s voice came from a hidden speaker. G Dragon smiled,

“Take us to Insadong.”

When you step out of the car, you’re hit with city air. There are people walking up and down narrow streets, and vendors selling street food and pottery, as well as small figurines. There are skincare shops and hundreds of lit signs announcing food and different art galleries; you almost don’t know where to look.

“Is this okay?” G Dragon now stands beside you, his cigarette unlit, pinched between his lips. Though the sun has clouded over, he wears sunglasses, hiding his expression.

“It’s great,” you smile, looking in one direction, and then the next, “Where should we start?”

“I have a few ideas,” he smiles back, tilting his head towards the direction he’d like to start.

You’re relieved to be with a Seoul native, finding comfort in how easily he’s able to navigate down the small alleyways, telling you which food places are the best despite how they may appear. You pop in and out of galleries, looking at wonder photography, and paintings that vary from relaxing landscapes to brightly colored abstracts. G Dragon has a lot to say about each exhibit, and seems to know a fair amount about some of the artists. You find you like this G Dragon the most. He’s patient and happy to indulge in your questions, and even happier to talk about the mood or feeling he feels the creator was trying to convey. While you stroll along streets and through shops, G Dragon is always right beside you, and farther back, almost out of sight are Youngbae and Seungri. They follow unsuspectingly, waiting outside of most stores, but always watching.

“They’re for protection.” G Dragon had told you, “Not everyone thinks I’m as charming as I do.” He jokes, but his smile twitches at its corners, unable to pull tight like the others, and you know what he tells you is only a half truth.

While the days goes on, you sit and have a large meal that G Dragon tells you is called han jeong sik. Youngbae and Seungri sit across from you, and you’re happy to be able to talk to them after so much time of seeing them from the corner of your eye.

The first course is filled with sweet and sour fish, cold noodle, japchae, sweet potatoes mashed and drizzled with varying sauces and a bean curd salad. Sashimi, cold marinated pork belly and sweet and sour fried prawns were delivered soon after.

“How are we supposed to eat all of this?” your eyes were wide, as the spices and sauces overwhelmed your senses, your mouth watering at the spread in front of you.

“I hope you have plenty of room,” he smiled, “This is only the first course.”

Your conversation rolled with the rotation of plates, going over what you’d already seen in the day and what else you could see. Surrounded by delicious food and a warm atmosphere laughing comes easily for everyone. G Dragon takes a special liking to the different types of Sashimi that roll out, as well as a smoke salmon that comes out with some honeyed pumpkin.

While the first and second course seem to be more modern and experimental versions of dishes, the final dish is more traditional with banchan and soondubujiggae. The men are quick to serve you, adding bits of kimchi or bringing your attention to a side plate that they believe is the most delicious. Finally, with full bellies, you enjoy a cup of scorched rice tea and head back out into the day.

“I feel like I could burst!” You stretch, feeling content and happy, and look behind you to see that it is just you and G Dragon again.

“Isn’t it odd to have your friends stalking you?” he shrugs,

“It’s part of the job, we do what we need to to insure that everyone is safe.”

G Dragon then takes you to large mall, where you spend hours looking at clothes and makeup products. You think he’s going to be bored or rush you, but instead he gives his input on colors that he believes suit you as well as brands he favors.

“Your girlfriend is very pretty,” one beauty consultant comments, as she helps you look for a lip color.

Your face goes hot, and you start to shake your head in vigorous denial but G Dragon slips a hand around your waist and says a small thank you.

It’s not the last time it happens, and your face heats every time, even more so when G Dragon wraps an arm around you. By the time you’re finished shopping, your face feels permanently flushed, the last of your bags being handing off to Youngbae and Seungri to take back to the car. The shops around you are closing down, and the sky above has gone dark, and despite the large amount of food you’d had hours before, you’re starting to run on empty.

“It’s been a long day,” G Dragon sighs, pulling out a cigarette, and turning away to light it, “would you like to head back?”

“Not yet,” you say quickly, all too unwilling to go back to your gilded cage. You look around quickly for something that will allow you to stay a bit longer.

In the distance, a warm light glows from a tented street stall, you point to it and turn to G Dragon with big eyes and a sweet smile; “Let’s go for a drink!” He smiles and nods,

“Okay.”

Seungri and Youngbae don’t follow you this time, instead taking the car back to drop off all the bags you’d acquired from shopping.

“It might take us a bit with traffic,” Seungri mutters, kicking his feet at loose stones, “are you sure you don’t want one of us staying behind?” G Dragon waves him off, and running a hand through his hair.

“We’ll have a drink and wait for you here. I’m sure I can take a tent full of drunks on my own if I need to.” It sounds like a joke, but he says it seriously. Seungri doesn’t look happy, but he says nothing, bowing quickly towards his superior, and then walking back towards Youngbae who waited with the car.

You order tteokbokki and a few bottles of soju, and pick a bench farther away from other patrons. G Dragon cracks open the bottle and fills both your glasses before signaling you to take a drink.

“Thank you,” you mutter, suddenly feeling shy without your bodyguards. Both of you seem more interested in the rice cakes than looking at one another, and it takes a bit of silent drinking and eating before G Dragon finally says something.

“How did you like today?”

“It was great!” you say quickly, sipping at your third shot of soju, sucking in a break as it burns its way down your throat. “I’m glad I finally got to see a bit of Seoul.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you both know he doesn’t need to explain what he’s sorry for. You both know he’s the reason you weren’t able to see it before.

“It must of bored you to go shopping for so long,” you say instead, popping a rice cake into your mouth, the sweet and spicy sauce warming your body over the growing cold of the fall night.

“Not at all,” he laughs, “I like shopping, and teasing you proved to be quite rewarding as well.”

He looks up at you then, a devilish grin on his face as he knocks back another shot of soju. You huff, finishing your glass off in one shot.

“Those girls were flustered by you.”

“They weren’t the only ones it seems.” A blush creeps onto your face, and you blame it on the soju.

“Well you told them I was your girlfriend! Imagine what their faces would have looked like if you told them who I really was to you.”

“Mmm.” he nods, turning his now empty glass around between his thumb and forefinger, “I wonder what that is exactly.”

The statement is odd, it should have a simple answer, but when the word ‘hostage’ pops into your head it feels off, and ‘captor’ doesn’t seem to fit someone who has dedicated a whole day to make you happy. The silence draws out and it seems both of your are pondering the same thing.

“Was it such a horrible concept?” he asks quietly, finally setting his glass down to fill it.

“What?” you’re not really sure what he’s saying, and you’re still a bit lost in thought, moving the rice cakes around your plate slowly.

“When I told them I was your boyfriend, did it really make you uncomfortable?”

You look up at him then, his eyes are glued to you, and you’re sure he sees your face go another shade darker. When your stomach explodes with anxiety, it’s not for dread, but rather expectation. It’s not the sinking feeling of dread, but rather the electric feeling that crawls up in your throat before blooming into butterflies.

“Well it’s just a little ridiculous,” you mutter, stuffing your mouth with food, “I don’t even know your real name.”

“Ji yong.”

“What?”

“Kwon Ji Yong. That’s my real name.” he’s still staring at you, not even blinking as he races the cup to his lips and takes a long drink. When you say nothing else he clears his throat,

“You already know Youngbae and Daesung. Seungri’s name is Lee Seunghyun, but he is the youngest Seunghyun, so we usually keep his nickname. TOP’s full name is Choi Seunghyun.”

“Why do you have false names?”

“In my line of work, you don’t always want people knowing your real name, and other times,it also reflects your reputation. Seunghyun wouldn’t being TOP if he wasn’t the best at what he does.”

You nod, you roll G Dragon’s name around in your mind before finally saying it out loud,

“Ji yong,”

“I’d prefer that you refer to me by that from now on.”

“Ji yong,” you say again; he smiles.

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SM Entertainment confirms EXO's Kai is dating Black Pink's Jennie Stop trying to quiet down the whole issue. The best point is that they encourage their artists to write and produce right from debut, and to develop their own unique style. With this situation I'm a little conflicted. If you like everyone including jerks and assholes, you can go. The ship has actually sailed now. If you don't have an interest in idols, you likely don't know who Kai is. How can you sing love songs if you don't? These fans are a little to crazy about this whole dating situations.

Pann discusses Seungri's club scandal & Bigbang's image But nevertheless, to grow as a person we need to experience things like dating, heartbreak, passion, lust, pain, forgiveness, happiness, regret, unconditional love, the fairy tale, risking it all, the point of no return. I wish Kai and Jennie nothing but the best. Date~ I'll genuinely congratulate you like I did with Taeyang~ 3. This could effect the groups a lot as they are promoting new songs and solos and such. First and foremost, I'm a fan of the music. If you feel like we have violated your terms and conditions, you can always message us, and we will obligedly do what is right.

YG silent on rumor Big Bang Seungri dating rookie actress But I thought she was going solo. I'll feel a little crushed, but that feeling goes away within a matter of seconds. I mean, I don't ship them but I don't hate them either and I'm a fan of both. They wore same outfits on the same day…. It needs to come out of the surface so we can see who's guilty and who's innocent. I actually kinda mad to the two of them.

Pann discusses Seungri's club scandal & Bigbang's image It is very difficult to be discrete. Maybe they have strong and good feelings for each other but this invasion of privacy sure as heck wont make it easy for them. The majority of their fans scare the living crap out of me. We really appreciate the growing numbers of readers we're getting. I had 15 policemen surrounding me, blocking my sight, handcuffing me, and trampling on my whole body like I was a cigarette piece. I feel like sm was ok confirming it, but they just confirmed it very low key for yg, cause yg would've totally let it slide unless it's marriage status like taeyang after many years of debut.

Pann discusses Seungri's club scandal & Bigbang's image Specially Jennie, coz she got so much scandal lately. Looking at Seungri's account is enough to know Seungri's connections. Would it be best to establish few hours Fan Ethics classes in high school? It's far better to learn about how to have successful relationships when you're young and career is your priority, than when you're older and starting to feel anxious about settling down. But it only depends on what yg says. Let me tell you the complete advice from Seungri to Blackpink, but it's not accurate as it is only from my memory months ago in my head. That way, we won't have innocent artists getting hate for no reason. Although we are not able to fully support them like other fans; we hope that we are able to spread the word about their great works and talent through this website.

Pann discusses Seungri's club scandal & Bigbang's image Seems even the South East Asian fans want it too judging by all the videos they make about them. Kai is not some random nugu idol to be taken lightly. They pushed away the victim's mother, didn't send the victim to the hospital, and beat up the victim. Thanks so much for supporting our site. It's also a semi-personal blog where we post our daily rants and raves. Celebrities in return should at least be responsible with their actions and also know their limits, since they are public figures who people look up to. If you want to have fun nicely, avoid going to a club.

BIGBANG's Seungri Reportedly Dating Non The agency had also decided not to react to dating reports surrounding G-Dragon and singer-turned-actress Lee Joo-yeon back in January. Then again, I don't see anything wrong with T. He said he runs the club by himself yet he didn't know? As a Blink, I am extremely happy for Jennie and also for Kai. He can't help it since he has to take care of his connections. The below comments are the most popular comments at the time of this article being published. This was revealed by a broadcast source today Friday, 15th June. Even if you're covered up from head to toe you can still be caught.

BIGBANG's Seungri Reportedly Dating Non Father on the 7th floor is probably whooping ass. Although we still need to verify this but I can assure you that nothing of this is true. I never imagined this couple though! They don't even have dating rules. Not a hater but if this is real good for them, I wish them all the best, if not high likely then it's sad they have to resort to such antics to gain publicity. But, what can you say about a teenager? We liked the name as it projects a strong image for women —tough, and yet beautiful. He put unfavored Winner on hiatus for a long time after a comeback failed to hit, eroding their fanbase, and shipped iKon off to Japan for many months as well. I feel like it might, I say might, not be a real relationship.

BIG BANG's T.O.P. and Shim Min Ah ~ Scandal slammed by YG and Fans They weren't in dating scandals when they were only a 2 year-old group though and Jennie has faced some controversy of her own only recently. I like blackpinks songs but whatever. A few weeks later, they broke up. Unfortunately, no management would allow this. Kai is the appropriate age to date and he's made his money and paid his dues. Although we are unable to write everyday, we always try hard to post something interesting for our readers. His urine and hair tests came out as negative for traces of drugs.

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