#jiyong imagines

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

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

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

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

not proofread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[topsodapop]

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[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fic: You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Pairing: Kim Jiyong x Jo Heon

Tags: Undercover AU

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The pulse of the club music thrums deep within his sternum. It's an organised chaos of lights, colours, and bodies on the dance floor. It's beautiful in its own way. Jiyong sucks in a deep breath the second he feels Jo Heon pull his attention back to the path their cutting through the club floor to the VIP section.

The hand at the small of his waist dips over the curve of his ass and that's where it stays for the scant minute it takes them to navigate their way to their booth on the mezzanine.

"Lean into me."

Jiyong turns himself into Jo Heon's waiting embrace. Arching his face into the side of his neck, playing up the pretence of a spoiled boy toy with a small nip to the man's skin. The fucker barely even flinches.

Instead, he finds the hand on his ass squeezing, burning a hiss out of him. "Be good," Jo Heon says, brushing his lips to the side of his face. "Baby."

The server waiting on them bows after Jo Heon rattles off an order for the both of them. Jiyong waits until the heavy velvet drapes are pulled close to twist away, but he doesn't get far. Not when Jo Heon is dragging him back close by the hip.

A warning grip has him huffing exasperatedly. "No one is watching us right now."

"You must always assume that someone is watching. At all times," Jo Heon calmly states, tugging him to straddle his lap like he weighs absolutely nothing. "That way, no one can ever get the better of you."

Jiyong doesn't know if that's a lesson or a warning, but he settles in his lap anyways. Letting heavy hands pin him in place, not fighting back when he feels himself being lifted and pressed up against the railing. His breath catches. He reaches out to dig his fingers into the meat of Jo Heon's stupidly solid shoulders as the man holds him in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination of the revellers below.

Jo Heon chuckles. Lips to the corner of Jiyong's own. On an inhale, Jiyong can taste the headiness of the cologne on his tongue. On the exhale, he can feel the way his mind fuzzes out when Jo Heon absolutely does not release him when the server comes back to deliver their order.

If anything, the bastard bullies his hips between Jiyong's. Shameless about the way he is playing the part of a patron with deep pockets and a stolen heart caught in the wiles of a pretty face. Jo Heon tilts his face, sliding their hungry mouths against each other. Jiyong is caught by the way the man kisses.

He's expected a ravishing. He receives the gentlest of licks against his own tongue and the softest sigh on his lips.

"Is this also because someone is watching?" Jiyong asks a little breathlessly when they part for air.

Jo Heon doesn't answer. Smirking a little while he's digging his thumb into the meat of his thighs. His big hands dip, pressing onto the front of his slacks, cupping right over his bulge.

Jiyong eyes up the server who is sneaking glances their way, then spies the blink of red in the corner of the ceiling.

Making an impulsive decision, he rolls his hips, sucking a sharp hiss of air when the older man merely laughs. A clear thread of delight in the timbre of his voice that swallows up Jiyong's own giggle.

He meets Jo Heon's gaze and cocks his head.

The server leaves then, quietly melting into the shadows of the club and the sounds of the crowd cheering as the music changes up.

And still, Jo Heon doesn't let up.

Pressing the mouths close again in a mimicry of a kiss, Jiyong cannot help the sudden starburst of disappointment that blooms in him when Jo Heon doesn't immediately kiss back. And in the next second, he feels his heart race at the implication of it all.

It's heady. Hard to shake.

Made especially difficult when Jo Heon tightens his hold, buckling Jiyong's knees where they are pressed to his sides. "Bastard..."

"Now, now baby boy," Jo Heon drawls. "That's no way to be talking to your husband, now is it?"

"I wasn't aware we were even married."

Jiyong scoffs, moving to push back a little when Jo Heon takes his left hand. Singling out his ring finger, he hums, wrapping his lips around it. Dark eyes hold his gaze as the music begins to crescendo around them. With a small smirk, Jo Heon sucks his finger into his mouth, sinking his teeth to the base.

It stings. But not in the way Jiyong thought it would. There's a frisson of an unnameable thing that blooms deep in his core, fanned into an inferno by the way he can feel Jo Heon's tongue soothing his bite when he releases him from the warm and wet heat.

"I'll get you a proper ring later. Only the best for my baby boy," Jo Heon promises. In the flashing lights, Jiyong sees the glisten of spit on his lips. Before he dwells on it, Jo Heon has brought his hand down to Jiyong's crotch. Thumbnail flicking at the zip, it's a little too close to where he wants it to be. "Unless you'd rather I put a ring on this pretty thing instead."

The implication sends the inferno into his very veins.

"If you two could pump some blood into your upstairs brains instead of your downstairs brain, that would be much appreciated." Gangok's voice testily crackles over their earpieces. When Jo Heon doesn't immediately let Jiyong go, opting instead to pull him to his chest in a show of strength that steals Jiyong's breath, Gangok huffs. "Jo Heon, I'll pay for a room at the nearest 5-star hotel to break the bed in if you could just focus on the task."

That gets a slow sigh. "Alright. But that room better not be bugged."

"Boo. You're no fun!"

Jiyong shakes his head at that, laughing only a little when Jo Heon turns him around. He lets his body go sweet and pliant in his arms, finding it scarily easy to melt against the strong body holding him up.

"Eyes up, baby," Jo Heon growls against his jaw. "It's show time."

Sighing a little, he flits his gaze over to where their target is. Jiyong pulls his wits around him and prays that the bulge in his pants isn't too visible.

[ace-angel-judas]

Star getting the gossip that Jiyong is dating Sunhee from Jinae would have been an event

“I need to tell you something,”

“It’s one in the morning, Nae,” Star yawned, clicking on her night light.

“You sleep with a night light?” Jinae asked.

“You still sleep with a baby blanket,” Star shot back.

Jinae waved her hands, “Look, my brother is dating someone,”

Star sat straight up, pulling the covers off her body. Mino stirred beside her, opening his eyes, a confused look on his face.

“Why is Jinae in our room?”

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Star hushed him, “Whose he dating?!”

“Sunhee from SHINee,” Jinae barely kept in her squeal, “Can you believe it?”

“No way!” Star stood up, pulling a book from her bedside table drawer.

She opened it, flicking through the pages, “That was never a theory! I always had my bets on it being a foreign model, I never imagined Jiyong with another idol!”

Jinae stared at the book, “What the hell is that?”

“It’s my BigBang theory book?” Star answered, “It’s all my theories on the members and the albums! I have a whole chapter on Daesung and Queenie, did you know that Daesung went to every solo concert of hers in Korea and Japan during her last tour?!”

Jinae looked at Mino, “You knew about this?”

“She also wrote Daesung fanfiction,” Mino answered.

“Mino!” Star gasped.

Jinae snatched the book out of Star’s hands, “Wow.. this is.. extensive,”

Star fumbled with her hands, cheeks red, “Can I have it back? I promise I’m not a saesang-“

“Oh no,” Jinae pointed to the book, “Jiyong wouldn’t go back to that bitch,”

Star nodded, “So, he’s really dating Sunhee? Like, dating dating?”

“Her toothbrush is at his apartment,” Jinae whispered.

“Oh my god!”

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Switch Rivals - Chapter 6/21

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense.Credits go out to the original creator 90s_love.

*Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Kim Jaeduck, An Seungho (Tony), Moon Heejoon, Jang Woohyuk, Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Lee Jaewon (H.O.T.), Eun Jiwon, Lee Jaijin, Kang Sunghoon, Ko Jiyong, Jang Suwon

Summary:

Jaeduck's first H.O.T concert and Tony's suggestion.

Chapter 6: Concert and Suggestion No. 1

Jaeduck was getting nervous. It's his first concert since the switch happened. He and the others practices for days for the concert. He had to learn all of Tony's parts because he didn't know any of them. He (Tony to them) had no idea that it was this hard both rap and sing. But after a while, he was able to manage. He even had to learn Tony's signature just in case he had to sign some things.

Finally, it was concert night. The audience seats are packed as usual with the H.O.T concerts. Jaeduck had never seen the audience in white because his group's colour is yellow. 

"Hyung, are you okay?" (Jaewon)

"Y-yeah... I'm okay. Just a little excited." (Jaeduck)

"Okay. If you say so." (Jaewon)

They went to the stage to see a packed audience. Everyone had white balloons and wearing white raincoats. The fans were cheering for H.O.T. They sung and danced the night away. As they were performing Jaeduck noticed someone was wearing all black looking at him.

After the concert, there was a fan signing that wasn't even planned. But the fans wanted it so they did it anyways. Jaeduck was overwhelmed by how many fans were in front of him. He originally had about 100 people in front of him. Now he has about 10 times as many as he did in Sechskies.

"Oppa, you were great today." (Fangirl)

"Oh, yes. Thank you." (Jaeduck)

There were a lot of people in front of him. So many that he couldn't even count. There were about 2,370 people in his row and he couldn't imagine that many people when he was in Sechskies. He got a lot of compliments and signed a lot of the fangirls stuff. It was lucky he practiced signing because he would have hesitated to sign them since he didn't know Tony's signature.

"Okay, that's a wrap." (Staff)

"Finally, it's over." (Kangta)

"Two day break, here we come." (Woohyuk)

"Don't forget we have a magazine photoshoot at the end of the week." (Heejun)

The group disasembled and Jaeduck was about to go home. When suddenly, he felt someone grabbing his arm. He turned to see Tony in disguise in all black. 

"Hyung, why are you here?" (Jaeduck)

"I came to see the show. It's your first as me so I wanted to see if you can do it." (Tony)

"Oh. So, did I do well?" (Jaeduck)

"You did great! And I have a suggestion." (Tony)

"A suggestion? What is it?" (Jaeduck)

"I think we should live together." (Tony)

"Hyung, are you crazy? Our members and fans won't like it." (Jaeduck)

"That's why we're keeping it a secret." (Tony)

"A secret? Like secretly live together? Just the two of us?" (Jaeduck)

"Yes. That way we can keep up each other's schedules and help each other when we need it." (Tony)

"Okay, then. I would love to live with you." (Jaeduck)

[mslizsteele-stories]

Soju

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"You did pretty well during your shift," Jiyong commented by the time my shift ended.

It was already three in the morning, and everyone vacated the club since it was closing time. The staff cleared and rid the tables of any empty bottles of alcohol and plates, placing the stools on top. The DJ was putting away his equipment in their designated cases, in preparation for his departure from the club. Chaeyoung left a bit early saying that she - and I quote - "needed to catch some Zs and watch Netflix later in the day."

"It was nothing I couldn't handle." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Glad to hear it."

"So, did I pass the test?"

Jiyong smiled, extending his hand toward me. "Welcome aboard. I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise." I smiled, shaking his hand briefly.

"Make sure you go to the reception desk. Jisoo will give you your schedule and some documentation that you may need to fill in," he told me. "When do you wanna start?"

"Anytime is fine. I'm just glad I have a job."

"Alright. So, I guess I'll see you next week." He turned his heels and started leaving, but not before yelling. "Don't be late."

☾︎✯☽︎

"We get health benefits?!" I exclaimed surprised, staring at my contract.

Jisoo, the receptionist laughed. "Yes, everyone here has health benefits."

In all my years of bartending, getting benefits of any sort was rare. Most bar owners, club owners et cetera don't always feel obligated to provide such since it's the employee's responsibility. So, you can imagine the shock I got after finding out that not only did I get paid in addition to the tips I collected per shift, but I also had my health covered and health insurance is expensive as hell.

"Just how rich is this guy?" I thought out loud.

"He is a businessman. Not only does he own this establishment, but he also has his very own fashion label."

My eyebrows flew up. "Well flip me like a pancake. I won't be surprised if this guy owns a whole island because holy shit!"

Jisoo laughed again. "He is a generous man who treats everyone who works for him like family. You'll fit right in."

"Sure." I drawled out, checking the time on my phone. "Look, I gotta dip and head home. It's pretty late. See you next week."

"Okay." She smiled and waved at me as I made my way to the exit.

I went to the parking lot where my car was. As I searched for my car keys, I spotted the dancer from earlier hopping on her motorcycle. Gone was her stage outfit and lo and behold was her casual attire that consisted of a pair of tight jeans that hugged and shaped her small waist going down to her hips and slender legs with a pair of combat boots and a black leather jacket over her white tank top.

I watched her slip on her helmet before her eyes met mine. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I awkwardly waved at her not knowing what else to do in the situation. She smiled, sliding down the visor of her helmet and kick-started her motorcycle before driving off into the night.

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"Can you explain to me why you were fighting with the police over garden gnomes at your gig?" Chaerin asked, raising an eyebrow at Christian.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about?" he stuttered with a laugh.

She took out her phone and open the video in question where Christian was arguing with the police while holding the garden gnome possessively to his chest until he was eventually tased and handcuffed on her Instagram.

I watched nonchalantly chewing on my gimbap while Christian's face flushed with embarrassment. "Okay. In my defence, I thought that was a Leprechaun." He said.

"Really dude?" I lidded my eyes, unamused by his excuse to hide the fact that he was drunk.

"What? Leprechauns are cool!"

"They're not real."

"But they're still cool."

Chaerin sighed while I rolled my eyes.

We were at one of the restaurants we usually hung up to catch up after our hectic and busy schedules with Christian running his record and filming company, Chaerin freelancing as a DJ at various clubs and events while also touring with Christian and me freelancing as a bartender.

"Anyway, how did your interview go?" Chaerin turned to me.

"Better than I expected," I answered. "I start next week and judging from the high-paying salary among other things, I'll say your friend's joint sounds promising."

"Oh, it is. I worked for Jiyong for years before I started my own thing. You'll love it there." She said. "Plus, with your good reputation, his place will attract new patrons and that will look good for business."

"You should give us free drinks when we come by some time, yeah?" Christian said, making me roll my eyes.

"You've been saying that for years and I will give you the same answer; no, I will not be doing that," I told him.

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because one: that is unethical. And two: giving you free drinks means I have to pay for them and last I checked, you're old enough to pay for your own drinks, Christian."

"Chaerinnie! Olive Oil is being mean to me!"

"I'm not the one who's being a baby about it."

"And I'm not the one who's the namesake of one of the characters from Avatar: Legend of Korra."

"You're lucky I'm in too much of a good mood to even pimp slap the bitch outta you."

"Run them hands, boi. I will fold you like an omelette."

"Boys!" Chaerin reprimanded us with an unamused face. "Ton down on the testosterone, please. I am the middle child in this friend group - not the mum."

"Whatever." Christian rolled his eyes before waving at the waitress to come over to our table. "Can we have the bill, please?"

"Not a problem, sir. Will you be paying in cash or card?" she asked.

"Cash, please." Christian took out his wallet and opened it until he cussed under his breath. "I'm short on cash and I lost my bank card."

"Again?! This is the fifth time this month, Christian!" Chaerin scolded him.

"I thought I had more than enough cash to pay this time. And I was going to replace it first thing tomorrow!" he retaliated.

"How did you lose it this time?"

"...I got robbed while I was drunk."

"Unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable. How Mei puts up with your shenanigans is far beyond me."

"Hey! Keep my fiancée's name out your fucking mouth!"

"I'll pay," I told the waitress, giving her an apologetic smile while my friends were bickering.

"Okay. I'll be back with your bill." She smiled.

I nodded, returning the smile, which caused her cheeks to turn red before she turned her heels and went where she needed to go.

"Oh no. I know that look." Christian commented.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What look?"

"The look you give when you set eyes on the next female you want to penetrate."

Chaerin cringed in disgust while I rolled my eyes. "I just smiled at her, and she blushed. I can't help the fact that every small thing I do will cause an attractive and sexual reaction out of every woman who sets their sights on me." I retorted.

"Sure." He drawled out sarcastically.

"Read this, asshole." I flipped the bird at him as he and Chaerin stood up and gathered their things.

"We're gonna head home and call it a night," Chaerin said before pulling Christian's ear. "And you better pay him back when you replace your card, you hear me."

"Aish! Careful or you're going to rip my ear off, woman!" he cried on their way to the exit.

The waitress returned with the bill and slid it towards me. I noticed the 'My shift ends in five minutes' written in cursive blank ink right underneath the amount I was supposed to pay.

I met her eyes and arched an eyebrow. She simply smiled and winked at me in response.

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I nearly stumbled as I entered the small bedroom inside of her small apartment. She pushed me against her door, closing it in the process, as she smashed and devoured my lips with her own. I placed my hands on her hips pulling her closer to me.

We kissed and kissed, Tongues brushing and dancing against another. Our heads tilted and switched positions after every few seconds or so. Our breaths mixed with the sound of our lips smacking against each other. Clothes were removed and thrown carelessly across the room.

Wanting to re-establish my dominance, I switched our positions, pushing her against her door. She gasped softly at the action then smiled before pulling me into another kiss. My left hand slid into her lace panties and brushed against her already wet clit. She pulled away and gaped her mouth. I moved my digits around her clit, rubbing it in circles and staring into her lust-filled eyes. Her body shook and trembled under my touch. Her moans occupied the silence in her room.

"You're teasing me." She whined.

"Is that so?" I inserted two digits inside her.

She titled her head back, crying out in pleasure. "Yes!"

I slowly pumped my digits in and out of her until I picked up and quickened the pace.

I laid her down on her twin-sized bed, pulling down her lace panties. I lapped up, using my elbows to support myself. I kissed her tummy, then her inner thigh and gave her throbbing womanhood a light blow, making her shiver with anticipation. I could tell that she was waiting and silently begging me to give her what she wanted from the way she moved her hips. And waste no time I gave it to her.

She arched her back and dragged out every syllable in the word 'fuck. I reached up and cupped her breasts while she grinded her hips, wrapped her legs around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging it in the process. Her moans grew louder with every stroke my tongue made against her clit and folds.

"I'm gonna cum." She cried out.

"Not yet." I pulled away, flipping her on her stomach, lining my hard cock to her entrance. I kiss her spine and work my way up to her shoulder.

"Once I go in, I won't hold back," I whispered in her ear. "Do you want this?"

She nodded with anticipation. I rubbed my cock against her entrance before slowly slipping inside her. A high-pitched gasp escaped her lips while a grunt left mine. When I was sure she had adjusted to my size, I slowly moved, snapping my hips back and forth.

Her head pressed against her pillow. Her hands gripped her sheets. She bit her lips trying to stifle her moans but to no avail. She adjusted herself, propping herself up on her elbows, lying on all fours as she moved her hips to meet my thrusts with her own. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and cupped her breasts.

Everything else became a blur that night in her room along with her moans.

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Trigger Warnings: mention of drugs, drug addiction, and possible overdose

Jiyong spoke with a rasp. “You don’t care about me.”

You bit your lip, determined to not let him provoke you. “Of course I do.”

“If you cared, you wouldn’t say things like that to me.” He was referring to your inability to sugar coat your words. How you bluntly told him how he’d die an ugly death if he kept up his self-destructive habits.

“If I cared any less, I’d let you get away with being a terrible person. But I happen to want people to like you because I think you are very likable. Well, maybe not today, but most days.”

“Why do you care about people liking me?”

“Because the more people who like you, the more you’ll see that you’re not alone. The less you’ll need these.” You pointed to the pill bottle on the coffee table. “Then you won’t hang out with that asshole dealer.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, he looked at you. “So you just want me to stop doing drugs? That’s it?”

“No, you dickhead. I want my friend back. The one you were before she left.” You went back to your book and mumbled, “I just want the old you back.”

“What if that guy never can never come back? Will you leave too?”

“No. But please believe I’ll drag your ass on a quest to find a better you.”

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Good Boy Vibe

[noona-clock]

What’s Your Sign?: Leo

Genre: Road Trip!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mild cursing, Mentions of serial killers/death

Words: 6,291

Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜

“Why do you keep looking at the map?” Jiyong asked for probably the eighteenth time.

“Because,” you muttered through clenched teeth -- for probably the eighteenth time. “I don’t trust your navigation skills, and I think we’re lost!”

Actually, you’d thought he’d gotten lost about two hours ago. If only you’d had the courage to tell him back then -- the two of you would be back on the right track now!

...Oh, wait.

You had told him back then! He, being the insufferable, stubborn ass that he was, just hadn’t listened! And now you were still lost!

Though, not according to him.

“We are not lost,” he sighed, his annoyance very obvious as he spoke to you. “I know exactly where I’m going, so just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you retorted.

You quickly snapped your gaze back to the map because you knew Jiyong’s response to your words would be a frustratingly annoying roll of his eyes, and you weren’t sure what you would do if you saw him roll his eyes at you. Your patience was already hanging by a thread -- it could (and likely would) snap at any time.

But looking back at the map reminded you that... you had no idea where you were.

“I can’t even find where we are on the map!” you pointed out, your forehead wrinkled with both irritation and concern.

“I told you,” Jiyong sighed. “I know where we are. Just put the map down, you’re getting --”

“Don’t,” you interrupted harshly. “Even finish that sentence.”

To be honest, you were actually kind of afraid what you would’ve done if he had finished that sentence. Absolutely nothing good, of that you were certain.

Thankfully -- and somewhat surprisingly -- Jiyong took your advice, pressing his lips together and continuing on driving.

Also somewhat surprisingly, you took Jiyong’s advice and put the map down. It was very clear he didn’t know where he was going, but it was also very clear that he wasn’t going to admit it. He was just going to keep driving until... well, you had absolutely no idea. Until he fell asleep, probably. And then where would you be?

With an internal sigh, you leaned over and pressed your forehead against the cool glass of his car window, closing your eyes and trying to think of exactly what to say to your best friend when you finally saw her again.

You wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for her, after all. This was all her fault! ...Sort of. Right now, she was the easiest person to blame, so that’s what you were going to do. Blame her -- and her soon-to-be husband, of course.

Okay, here’s the backstory of how you’d gotten to this point: Your best friend had been dating Jiyong’s best friend since your university days. You had met Jiyong several times, obviously, but you’d never actually hung out, gotten to know each other, or become friends in any way, shape, or form. Not because you didn’t want to, just... because you didn’t. Jiyong had majored in music production, and you had majored in cognitive science with a focus on artificial intelligence.

So, basically, the two of you had lived in two completely different worlds.

But, now, quite a few years after graduating, your best friends were getting married.

Jiyong had been chosen as the Best Man for the groom, and you had been chosen as the Maid of Honor for the bride. But you hadn’t really had to interact or plan anything with each other... until now.

For some reason you really and truly couldn’t explain, the bride and groom had chosen to have a joint bachelor and bachelorette party up in some remote cabin in the mountains -- a perfect setting for a horror film, in your opinion.

But what’s even worse: they had asked you and Jiyong to go up ahead of time to get things ready.

Together.

In the same car.

For... bonding time.

So, that’s how you’d gotten here. In the car. With Jiyong. Lost. On some practically deserted, hardly paved, winding road with no cell phone service (hence the paper map you’d had to resort to).

“Oh, come on,” Jiyong chuckled. “We’re almost there, trust me.”

You weren’t even going to dignify that with a response -- mainly because you didn’t want to divulge your trust issues to someone you barely knew. But also because you just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of any sort of reply.

But when you just barely lifted your eyelids, you noticed that the sun was beginning to set.

Great.

If you had been in charge of this little road trip, the two of you would be at the cabin right now. But, no. You had been too nice and had let Jiyong drive, and now look where that had gotten you: in the middle of nowhere.

And you would never, ever, ever admit to him that the reason you’d been too nice and had let him drive was because you were actually kind of scared of him.

You didn’t even want to admit that to yourself.

But you worked with technology all day! Machines, you were used to. People... not so much.

And Jiyong was just... a lot. He was quiet on the outside but definitely not on the inside.

He was supremely confident and wildly intimidating, two traits you’d never quite gotten the hang of.

Although, he did occasionally sport some wild hair colors -- currently, his locks were a nice mix of bright orange and fiery red -- so he wasn’t always quiet on the outside.

But, anyway -- his supreme confidence wasn’t going to help you now because whether he knew it or not, you were, indeed, very, very lost. And it was going to be getting dark within the hour.

You then spotted a building way up ahead, sitting up straight and squinting to try and make out what it was.

“If you know where we are,” you began, not doing anything to hide the skepticism in your voice. “Then what is that?”

“That... is a building,” Jiyong answered.

“Oh, wow,” you scoffed. “Now I definitely believe that you know where we are. There’s no way you could’ve known that was a building without being familiar with this area.”

You took a risk and glanced over at him, but instead of seeing some smug, smarmy expression on his face... he was smiling. But not in a way that made you want to slap it right off his lips. His smile was... like... amused. And then you realized he was laughing.

“Well, I’m glad you think you’re funny because I certainly don’t,” you told him, your brow knit together so tightly that you were fairly certain you would have a headache soon.

Jiyong sputtered out a chuckle, returning your gaze briefly as he sported a pretty adorable grin on his face.

Oh, god. Why had you just thought his grin was adorable?

I mean... objectively, it was adorable. When he wasn’t smiling, he looked scary and threatening and like he was meticulously plotting your slow demise.

But when he smiled? It lit up his face and his eyes crinkled and you could see just a smidge more of his gums than your average smile and just -- he looked like a totally different person in a very good way.

But no matter how adorable his grin was and no matter how much his face was transformed by it, he was still an overly arrogant piece of --

“What?” he said with a somewhat taunting lilt to his voice. “It is a building.”

You simply replied with a scowl. Not only because you were not amused by his observation but also because he had interrupted your thoughts before you could properly, in your mind, call him an overly arrogant piece of --

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Since you’re so concerned, I’ll stop at that building and make sure we’re going the right way. Because we are.”

“What if that building turns out to be abandoned? Or the house of a serial killer?” you asked, deciding to just give up on calling him silent names and turning away to look out the window. 

Jiyong simply shrugged. “Then we keep going. Or we die.”

“Uh, excuse me,” you sputtered. “There is no we. You’re getting out of this car by your damn self.”

“But we’re supposed to be bonding,” he pointed out, and even though you were no longer looking at him, you could so very clearly hear the smirk in his tone.

“Dying together is not my idea of quality bonding time.”

A breathy chuckle escaped through Jiyong’s nose, and you looked back over at him with a very triumphant expression.

“See? You’re not the only one who can be funny,” you quipped.

“So, you admit what I said was funny,” he stated rather than asked.

“You thought it was funny.”

“And that’s really all that matters,” he nodded. “At least to me.”

At that, you merely raised your eyebrows and, yet again, shifted your gaze toward the car window. 

There was semi-awkward silence between the two of you as Jiyong drove up to the building -- which turned out to be just a house, presumably. After parking off to the side of the road you’d been traveling, Jiyong turned off the car and leaned forward a bit in his seat to look at you.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” he asked, his voice low as the engine cutting off had made it eerily silent.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you nodded. “You go right ahead.”

Jiyong took the keys out of the ignition then, jingling them a little before closing his fist around them. “Well, I’m taking these.”

“I wasn’t going to drive off without you!” you scoffed.

“Yeah, but now if I do get abducted by a serial killer, you have to come in and rescue me if you want to escape.”

...Okay, you had to admit. That was... kind of a genius plan.

Damn it.

“Just go,” you sighed with a weary shake of your head.

Jiyong murmured an ‘okay’ before unlocking the car door and hoisting himself out. You jumped slightly when he slammed it closed, but your eyes never left him as he loped up toward the house.

Your heart began to race as he approached the front door. You gulped anxiously when he lifted one hand and knocked. You clenched your fists in your lap when the door opened.

A short, middle-aged woman answered, and you almost immediately eased up a bit. She certainly didn’t fit the serial killer profile, and Jiyong was quite a few inches taller than her. He was skinny as a rail, but he could still probably take her if he had to.

You were too far away to make out any of the conversation between them, but the woman’s body language and expression both seemed very warm and welcoming. If you were a gambler, you would bet she was giving Jiyong directions to lead him to the right way.

Jiyong simply stood there nodding, though you knew without a doubt he was taking every and any opportunity to smooth-talk her.

Then, suddenly, Jiyong turned around and gestured to you, his lips curved into a smile. The woman waved at you, and you lifted one hand to awkwardly wave back.

If she was just giving him directions, why in the world would he bring you into it? There was no need for the woman to know about or wave at you... What, exactly, was he doing?

After another minute or two of conversation, the woman began to back into her house, one hand on the side of the front door as she got ready to close it. Jiyong, on the other hand, turned sideways a bit in preparation for turning around and heading back to the car. He quickly put his hands together palm-to-palm in front of his chest and bowed slightly to the woman, thanking her before turning on his heel and striding toward you.

Your eyes got wider as you watched him head, not for the driver’s side, but to the passenger’s side -- to your side. Why was he coming over here? And he had the keys, so you couldn’t roll the window down.

When he got to his car, he reached for your door handle and pulled it open. You instinctively leaned back a little, but then he leaned forward, ducking his head into the car and getting uncomfortably close to you.

“So, yeah,” he murmured. “We’re lost, and the closest way back is the way we came, but I don’t have enough gas to get us back there, and it’ll be too dark to drive soon.”

Before you could let out a victorious ha! and rub it in his face that you’d been right all along, Jiyong continued.

“This happens on occasion, so the woman who lives here has set up an extra room for people like us to stay in overnight.”

“Are you --”

“It’s our only choice,” he cut in, his voice sharp. “Either that or we sleep in the car.”

You honestly weren’t sure which one sounded less appealing: sleeping in a stranger’s house in the middle of nowhere or sleeping in Jiyong’s car in the middle of nowhere.

Well, at least in a house, there was food. And better protection from bears. Or mountain lions. Or whatever creatures lived around here.

So, you relented with a sigh and a shrug of your shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he muttered.

You moved to undo your seatbelt, but Jiyong stopped you with a soft clear of his throat.

“Oh, and... uh... but there is this... one... stipulation.”

You paused, furrowing your brow with confusion and tilting your head up to look at him. “...What?”

“So... here’s the thing.”

Oh, you did not like the sound of that.

“Just tell me,” you ground out.

“She only has one room, and I had to tell her we’re engaged otherwise I don’t think she would’ve let us stay here.”

...Your heart jumped into your throat. Your stomach fell down to your feet.

You stared at him, blinking.

And then you finally managed to get out, “You had to tell her what now?”

“She asked if I was alone, so I said I wasn’t and that’s when I turned around to show her you were waiting in the car, and then she asked if you were my wife, so obviously, I said you weren’t, but then she started to say something that sounded like she really doesn’t let just anyone in -- I mean, you can’t blame her because, like you said, there could be serial killers. So, I just blurted out that we’re engaged and will be married soon, and she said that was perfect and we can stay for the night.”

So... if you were hearing him correctly, the woman inside that house -- the only building around for miles, so it seems, and the only way you’ll be sleeping safely for the night -- was letting you and Jiyong stay here under the misconception that the two of you were... engaged? To be married?

You inhaled deeply, letting it out very slowly before politely and quietly asking Jiyong to let you get out of the car.

He stepped aside, and you methodically unbuckled your seatbelt. You swung your legs over the side of your seat, and you put your feet on the ground. You stood up, and you turned to face Jiyong.

And then you reached out and hit his upper arm.

“Are you crazy?!” you hissed, feeling your frown on every inch of your face.

“Ouch!”

“Oh, we haven’t even scratched the surface of ouch,” you warned him before hitting him again. “Why -- why would you tell her that we’re engaged?!”

When you geared up for another hit, Jiyong’s hand darted out to grab onto your wrist. “Didn’t you hear me?! I don’t think she was going to let us stay here if we weren’t! She must be one of those super old-fashioned ladies -- I mean, come on. We’re in the middle of nowhere. The last time she watched something current on TV was probably decades ago.”

“But still! Engaged?!” you cried, using every mental muscle in your body to not sound like a shrill witch.

“I’m sorry! It didn’t feel like I had a choice, and I panicked!”

“Yeah, you should be sorry! You’re the one who got us lost in the first place, and you wouldn’t have been in the situation to panic if you had just listened to me!”

Jiyong carefully let go of your wrist, though he still kept his hand up at the ready in case he needed to protect himself again. And then he plastered a very convincingly apologetic expression on his features.

“You... are right. You’re right. I did get us lost, and if I had listened to you, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I’m sincerely sorry, and I understand and accept that you have every right to be angry with me.”

Your jaw fell open with utter shock.

...All of those words had really come out of his mouth?

His mouth? Jiyong’s mouth?

“When we actually get to the cabin, I give you full permission to shit talk me as much as you need to, but tonight... I really need you to play along. Without this lady’s help, we’ll probably just get lost again, and we won’t get any gas or food, so we just --”

“Okay, fine,” you interrupted. “I just have one question.”

Jiyong’s eyebrows rushed up his forehead, and he waited for you to ask it.

You simply lifted up your left hand, your palm facing you, and wiggled your fingers. “Where’s my ring?”

“I, being so much in love to the point of distraction, bought a ring that was too big, so it’s at the jeweler’s getting resized.”

Your head jerked back with surprise. “Wha -- um... you thought of that really quickly.”

“What can I say?” Jiyong smirked, lifting his shoulders in smug satisfaction. “I’m quick on my feet. She said she’s putting dinner on the table right now, so just leave all the talking to me.”

Well. Humble, repentant Jiyong had been nice while he’d lasted.

God, this was so painful.

After lugging your overnight bags into the house, you and Jiyong had almost immediately sat down to dinner with Mrs. Elderberry, and she had almost immediately started asking about the two of you.

You had been incredibly curious to hear what Jiyong would come up with, but to your slight disappointment, he had basically told her the actual story of how you knew each other -- you had gone to university together and your best friends had dated each other. He had simply added on that you had fallen in love and were now getting ready to be married.

And, apparently, your first date had been to an old-fashioned drive-in movie theater. Mrs. Elderberry had thoroughly enjoyed that, and it was then you realized just how smart Jiyong was.

Not when it came to directions, of course, but when it came to people. He knew your hostess for the night was old-fashioned, so he’d thought of an old-fashioned first date to endear the two of you as a couple to her.

She had also believed his story about getting your ring resized, so you decided that leaving all the talking to Jiyong (he’d explained that you were frightfully shy) had actually been a good idea.

But still. It was painful. Listening to Jiyong wax poetic about how in love the two of you were was not a pleasant dinner soundtrack. Or one you’d ever thought you’d have to experience.

Ever.

Though... you had to admit... the way he described you to Mrs. Elderberry was scarily accurate. He knew your job, he knew you were shy and reserved unless it mattered (like when he had gotten you more lost than you’d ever been in your life -- you certainly hadn’t been willing to keep quiet about that), he knew you preferred video games over books even though you did still like books, and he knew you were a cat person. He even called you “smart as a whip.”

At the end of the meal, Jiyong volunteered the two of you for clean up duty, something which you heartily agreed to since Mrs. Elderberry had refused to take any money for the room.

Your hostess shuffled into her living room to “catch up on her stories” -- though when you heard the television come on, you definitely heard the theme song for a soap opera that was at least twenty years old... -- and you sidled up next to Jiyong at the sink to help with the dishes.

And since this whole situation was just absurd, you found your shyness had basically vanished completely. So, you came out and asked, “How do you know so much about me? Everything you told her was true, and it kind of freaked me out, to be honest.”

Jiyong lifted one shoulder into a half-shrug, letting out a breathless chuckle as he rinsed off a plate. “I’m just observant. I pick up on things easily, and I get to know people quickly.”

“That’s... impressive,” you admitted.

He murmured his thanks, and then the two of you continued on doing the dishes in companionable silence.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, Jiyong poked his head into the living room and let Mrs. Elderberry know the two of you had been in the car for so long today and were simply exhausted and were going to head up to bed.

...You froze right there at the sink.

How had you completely forgotten about that? The whole... sleeping situation. The fact that Mrs. Elderberry had a room -- one. One room. A single room.

And there were two of you.

And if she wouldn’t let an unmarried -- or unengaged -- couple spend the night here, you had to assume there was just one bed.

“Hey, you coming?” Jiyong murmured, interrupting your thoughts and making you jump a little bit.

“Hmm? Oh -- yeah. Yeah, I’m coming.”

He raised one eyebrow at you, obviously suspicious of your awkward stammering. “Are... you okay?”

You just nodded quickly but, apparently, it was enough for Jiyong because he headed over to your bags and picked both of them up to carry upstairs.

“Up the stairs, first door on your left!” Mrs. Elderberry called out as you began to ascend the staircase following Jiyong.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Elderberry,” Jiyong called out in response. “We truly appreciate this.”

“Yeah, unless she kills us in our sleep,” you muttered.

“Good night!” Jiyong cried, but you knew he’d heard you. And, sure enough, once he reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he turned to you with a reprimanding expression. “You really think she could kill us?”

“Did you watch and make sure she was eating from the same serving plates as us? Our dinner could have been poisoned.”

You knew it wasn’t likely -- in the least -- but still! You never know!

“Okay, if anyone is going to kill you, it’s going to be one of those robots you work with,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“That is absolutely not true. And I don’t work with robots! I just help design smart AI --”

Jiyong opened his mouth to interject, but you finished your sentence before he had the chance.

“For tech support chats. You know when you’re on shopping websites and that little thing pops up asking if you need help?”

“...That’s you?”

“That’s me,” you grinned. “Well. Kind of. I help design it. And make it smarter.”

“Ah... so... you’re not helping build an army of robots who are going to eventually take over the world?”

You shook your head. “No. Not yet. But probably someday.”

Jiyong snorted with amusement before turning and heading to the first door on the left, standing aside to allow you to open it since he was carrying both of your overnight bags.

Even though you knew there would only be one bed, you had still held out some hope that maybe -- just maybe -- there would be two smaller ones instead of one bigger one. If Mrs. Elderberry was truly old-fashioned, she would’ve set up her guest room like the mom and dad’s bedrooms on those black and white television shows -- the kind where they slept in separate beds even though they were married.

But, alas. When you opened the door... there it was.

The one bed.

“I can sleep on the floor,” you said hastily, not even waiting a second after closing the door behind you.

You were expecting Jiyong to let you, but surprisingly, he replied with, “No, that’s okay. I got it. I’m the one who got us into this, so it’s only fair.”

Would you ever get used to Jiyong admitting he had been wrong? For as long as you’d known him, you’d never witnessed him do that -- and now, he had done it twice. In the same night.

“Are you sure? You could probably use a comfortable mattress. You must be exhausted from accepting so much guilt tonight.”

“Hey, now,” Jiyong chuckled. “When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong.”

“Uh, only after you’ve found unavoidable proof that you are,” you pointed out. “Do you remember how many times I said we were lost?”

“Yeah, well --”

“You just don’t trust me,” you said, half-teasing but half-serious. He had every right not to trust you, though -- you’d known each other for a long time but not well enough to have developed any sort of trust.

Plus, you still had the aforementioned trust issues, but we won’t get into that.

“I thought I knew where I was going!”

“So, you just wouldn’t even listen to me,” you tsked. And then you let out a soft gasp. “You wouldn’t listen to me because I’m a girl, and girls are bad with directions!”

Jiyong had been rifling around in his bag to find his toothbrush, but your words made him spring up and look at you aghast.

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, really?” you smirked. “You just honestly thought you were 100% right and there was no way you could be wrong?”

And then something happened you truly never expected: Jiyong looked... embarrassed. And shy. 

“No...” he said slowly, drawing the word out in a very unconfident manner.

What was going on? You’d only ever seen Jiyong in a state of complete self-assurance, so this was kind of throwing you off-balance.

“I just...” he continued, lifting one shoulder into a half-shrug. “I didn’t want to look stupid in front of you.”

You almost choked on the air you were breathing.

Jiyong? Didn’t want to look stupid? In front of you?

“Wh --”

“You’re, like, crazy smart,” he interrupted. “And I guess... I just wanted to prove that...”

But he trailed off and didn’t finish his sentence, leaving you just as dismayed.

“But... I mean, you kind of are a genius,” you pointed out after a few awkward moments.

“Yeah, when it comes to music.”

Ah. There was the confidence. But, according to your best friend, he really was a bomb music producer. So, his confidence wasn’t unfounded in this particular instance.

“Well, I certainly couldn’t create or produce or even sing a song if my life depended on it. That’s something I can’t figure out with an algorithm.”

“True,” Jiyong replied softly with a little chuckle. And then he waved his toothbrush at you and said, “Well, I’m gonna get ready for bed, I guess.”

You shot him a swift grin before he headed to the small en suite bathroom, and when you heard the door close behind him, you dashed to your own bag so you could change into your pajamas before he came back out.

You had no idea what time it was, and at this point, you were too afraid to look. You only knew you’d been lying in bed -- in Mrs. Elderberry’s guest bed in Mrs. Elderberry’s house in the middle of nowhere -- for a very long time, and you hadn’t been able to manage one wink of sleep.

And... by the sounds of it. Jiyong hadn’t been able to, either. He had been fairly quiet and still so far, but just a few moments ago, you heard the telltale signs of tossing and turning.

Since you were awake... and since you now knew he was awake... you would feel kind of awkward if you didn’t say anything.

“Jiyong,” you whispered hesitantly into the darkness of the room.

“Hmm?”

“Okay, just making sure you were actually awake.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Can’t sleep. You?”

“Nope.”

He moved around again, and this time, you saw his silhouette move into a sitting position and turn to fluff the pillow you’d given him.

“You can’t sleep because... you’re too uncomfortable?” you guessed. Your heart began to beat just a bit quicker because you knew what you were going to follow-up with if he said ‘yes.’

“...I mean, yeah. It’s the floor.”

And here we go.

“Just come up here. The bed is big enough.”

Unsurprisingly, Jiyong didn’t answer right away. He waited a couple of moments before replying with a very wary, “...Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure right now, but if you wait too long, I’ll probably change my mind.”

You immediately heard some rustling, and not even ten seconds later, the side of the bed next to you dipped down.

“I don’t know if it’ll help much,” you whispered, keeping your eyes glued on the ceiling. “Because I’m still awake, but it’s gotta be better than the floor.”

Jiyong let out a satisfied sigh, and for some reason, the sound of it made a tiny smile appear at the corners of your lips.

“Much better,” he murmured. “Thanks.”

You simply hummed in response, and then the room went quiet again.

That is, until you found yourself asking something which had been on your mind for... well, however long ago it was that he’d said this.

“Why did you not want to look stupid in front of me?” you asked with an almost undetectable waver in your voice -- almost. It was definitely there because you were definitely nervous, both to have him lying right beside you and to hear his answer.

“You just couldn’t let it go, huh?” Jiyong chuckled. You could tell he turned over, and when he spoke next, his voice was more clear -- he had turned over to face you. “I didn’t want to look stupid in front of you because I think you’re cool.”

A laugh burst from your chest, and you immediately brought a hand up to cover your mouth, not wanting to wake your gracious hostess. “I’m sorry, what?” you choked out. “Me? Cool? I am not cool.”

“You are to me.”

“But... I’m a technology, video game nerd. It’s a well-known fact that you are the cool one.” You glanced over at him, but only briefly. Your heart was racing enough as it was; looking at him would only make it worse.

“You’re authentic,” he replied. “You’re genuine. You don’t care what other people think. You’re 100% totally yourself, and to me... that’s cool.”

Your forehead had started wrinkling as he’d started answering you, and the wrinkles had only gotten deeper as he’d kept talking.

“I... I had... no idea you thought that,” you said with a breathless laugh of disbelief. “Why didn’t you ever tell me before?”

“Because I just started thinking you were cool earlier today,” he answered without missing a beat.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, reaching out absently with your hand and swatting his shoulder -- or, at least, you thought it was his shoulder. You still weren’t facing or looking at him.

“No, in all seriousness... I just... didn’t think you’d care.”

And you could definitely understand why he would’ve thought that. Because you’d thought the same thing.

You finally turned your head to the side, meeting his gaze through the darkness. “I thought the same thing about you. I thought you were way too cool for me, and there was no way you’d ever want to be friends with a geek like me.”

“So, we both were idiots then, huh? Me more than you, of course.”

Your brow knit together in confusion. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m a guy.”

“Oh,” you chuckled, your lips curving into a smile. “Well, yeah. I can agree with that.”

“So... are we friends now?” he asked -- and you could’ve sworn you heard a hopeful lilt in his tone.

“Yeah, I guess. And from one friend to another? A good leader isn’t the one who has all the right answers. A good leader is the one who recognizes the right answer when he hears it.”

“Wow, okay, how many times do I have to admit that you were right about being lost?”

“As many times as it takes me to forget.”

“So... for the rest of my life, then.”

...Why did the thought of knowing Jiyong for the rest of his life make your heart flutter? Just this afternoon, this thought would have almost disgusted you -- it definitely would’ve made you uncomfortable.

But now you were realizing -- pretty quickly -- that he wasn’t exactly who you thought he was. He was certainly still arrogant and stubborn, but he was also generous (letting you have the bed), determined (willing to do whatever it took to let Mrs. Elderberry give you her guest room), and... actually pretty sweet.

“Okay, my turn -- from one friend to another.”

His words interrupted your thoughts, but you were kind of glad about that. You didn’t really need to be thinking about how sweet Jiyong was when he was lying right next to you in bed.

“Go for it,” you murmured.

“...Would it be super weird if we cuddled?”

“Wha --!” you choked.

“I need something to cuddle when I sleep! That’s why I couldn’t sleep on the floor! And unless you want to give me your pillow...”

You immediately lifted your head, grabbed your pillow out from under you, and threw it over at him. There was no way you were going to cuddle with him. That was a very bad idea.

...Mainly because you were worried it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

One Year Later

You knew Jiyong was tired when he fell asleep before you.

That man could labor away in his studio basically all night, so when he was already in bed when you got home from work? 

Granted, you had been clocking some late hours at work the past few days. Your team had been busy with a new project, and you’d even had to bring your work laptop home with you tonight to finish things up.

But, still. When you’d popped your head into your shared bedroom and seen with your own eyes that Jiyong was fast asleep, you knew he had been working himself too hard for too long.

...Which didn’t stop you from bringing your laptop with you to bed and getting your own work done, though. You had a deadline to meet!

You tried to get into bed as stealthily as possible, not wanting to wake your boyfriend up from his much-needed rest, but as soon as you opened up your laptop, Jiyong managed to throw the pillow he’d been cuddling over his shoulder and onto the floor. He scooted closer to you and snaked his arm around your waist, his leg over yours, resting his head on your arm as you sat up next to him.

“Ji, I have some more work to do,” you chuckled, trying to shrug him off -- to no avail.

“You can still work,” he muttered, his words slurred with sleep. “I need cuddle.”

“No, you need sleep.”

“Mm mm. Cuddle. You.” He nuzzled your arm, pressing his cheek into the crook of your elbow before turning his head and brushing his lips gently over your skin. “I tried to wait up for you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you frowned. “We’re almost done with this project.”

“Almost?”

You hummed positively, glancing down at him with a soft, adoring grin.

“And when you’re done --”

“We’ll celebrate, for sure.”

“By getting married?”

Your head jerked back with surprise, and even though his eyes were closed, you stared down at him. “...Excuse me? Since when are we getting married?” Because this was the first you’d heard of it!

“Since forever,” Jiyong mumbled. “Since Mrs... Mrs... Blueberry. What’s her name.”

“Mrs. Elderberry,” you laughed. “Oh, I’d almost forgotten about her.”

“How could you forget? That’s where we got engaged,” he sighed.

“Oh, it is? So, we’ve been engaged this whole time?”

Jiyong nodded, his hair scratching your skin slightly and causing shivers down your spine.

“Then I just have one question,” you said with a smirk.

“Hmm?”

You pulled your left arm out from his embrace, sticking your hand palm-down in front of his face and wiggling your fingers. “Where’s my ring?”

You were expecting him to reply that it was getting resized -- the excuse you’d given Mrs. Elderberry as to why your ring finger was... well, ringless.

But, to your complete and utter shock, Jiyong dug one hand underneath your pillow, emerging with the most beautiful, the most sparkly, the most perfect ring you’d ever seen in your entire life.

OTHER SIGNS: ARIES, TAURUS, GEMINI, CANCER, VIRGO, LIBRA, SCORPIO, SAGITTARIUS, CAPRICORN, AQUARIUS, PISCES

[thepoeticfirefly]

GD IS COMING HOME ASDFGHJKL

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Flower Road pt2

I have something important to say! This is part of a bigger universe...

For more information; click here! (I heavily recommend reading these first)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, alludes to sex

~~

     Sunlight filters into the quiet room where the two people lay entangled in each other's bare limbs, half-awake but still happy. Jiyong's fingers trail over the puckered scar on your side, where months ago you had nearly died in a back alley. Flowers still bloomed from the two of you, baby's breath for small cuts and bruises, peonies for mortal wounds, though those were few and far between.

“Do you want to go out with me today?” He asked softly, trying to preserve the perfect moment. You simply nod, shifting your arm to card your fingers through his frazzled locks. He grins at the action, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head further into your hand. 

“You're like a cat.” You giggle, he responds with a small hum, grabbing your hand. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrists, trailing his lips up your arm slowly. You're liking where the morning is going until you both hear someone running towards your room. In the split second before the door bursts open, you both grab the guns hidden under your pillows and sit up, ready to defend yourselves.

Daesung picks himself off the floor where he had landed after tripping on the rug just inside the doorway, dusts off his pants, looks up at the pair of you and screams, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“Oh, there is so much more naked than I was expecting.” He cries. You let out a sigh, putting the safety on your gun and pulling the sheet over your bare torso, shifting it enough to cover Jiyong as well.

“We're covered, what do you need to bad you had to barge in?” Jiyong asks, clearly annoyed his plans were ruined. Daesung peeks from behind his fingers, giving you both a once over before clearing his throat and dropping his hand.

“CL is in on the phone, something has happened to Miss Park.” He informed his leader, who swore under his breath. “TOP hyung is distracting her while I get you.”

“I'll be there in a few minutes, go.” The switch from sweet Jiyong to leader Gdragon was always a bit of a shock, but hot nonetheless.

The shift from your previous life to the one you lived now was nothing short of sudden. Three days after your attack you had finally been allowed to go home and Lisa made you quit your job the following day. The look on your shit boss' face when you strolled into the building in a new pair of Louboutin's and slapped your resignation papers on his desk before walking away in the arms of his biggest competitor, that's something you could never forget. Ji gave you a job that day, having you begin work as his personal stylist once you were more healed, which was really just an excuse for you to see him undressed, not that you were complaining. During the past few months, he had also been educating you on the ins and outs of his less than legal life and having Seunghyun teach you a variety of weapons.

Daesung left the room and you let out a small huff, more than a little disappointed that your morning plans were effectively canceled. Ji noticed your expression and leaned towards you, pressing light kisses to your cheek.

“I will make it up to you, we'll go out as soon as possible.” He promised, pressing another kiss to your cheek before climbing out of bed and beginning to dress. “Meet me in my office in a bit, yeah?”

“Of course.” You assured him, accepting a proper kiss as he left the room.

You took your time getting dressed, checking your phone, and cleaning up the clothing that had ended up strewn across the room due to last nights, activities.

The house was already in a rush as you made your way to Ji's office on the other side of the large manor. Youngbae was speaking rapidly into the phone as he paced back and forth in the living room, Dae was nowhere to be found and you were pretty sure it was Seunghyun in the gun range. It didn't take long to find Dae, running into him and Ji when they burst out of Ji's office.

“Babe, what's happened?” You asked, confused at the frantic looks on their faces.

“A friend of ours is in the hospital, we're heading over there now,” Jiyong explained as you joined him, catching up with his pace, and following them towards the garage.

“Which hospital?” You asked, wanting to know exactly where he was going, just in case. Ji stopped once the three of you had arrived at the garage, letting Dae go ahead and get the car.

“Busan General, room 1554.” He set his hands on your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes. “If I don't call you in an hour, I want you to take your car and go there.”

“Why would I-”

“Bang Hyuk put my friend in the hospital. Had his ex beaten until she was on the edge.”

“And you think he's using her as bait.” You realized, to which he nodded.

“If something happens to me, I want you to visit her, and when she's able to, I want you both to go to Incheon.”

“No.” You immediately decided. He chuckled, dropping his hands and shrugging.

“Didn't think so. But promise me you'll listen to the boys?”

“Absolutely not. They're idiots.” He let out another laugh.

“Yeah, but not entirely stupid, they'll know what to do. Okay? When in doubt, contact a man named Kim Mingyu, he owns a cafe, Meanie's Nook, at the border of the northern district. He'll help you.”

“Mingyu in the north district. Okay.” You nodded. “Just promise me you'll come back.” He offered you a grin, cupping your cheeks to press his lips to yours once more.

“I always do, don't I?”

~~

You were beginning to understand why Tae paced so much. Only 15 minutes had passed but you still paced Jiyong's office as though he had been gone for days. You wondered if this was how he felt when you were still unconscious from your attack.

“They're fine.” You murmured, your grip on the tv remote tightening as the news played out behind you. “They still have plenty of time.” You tried to reason. “You just need to calm down.” You flopped down in his desk chair, opening his drawer to find the bottle of scotch he kept there for moments like this. Pouring yourself a glass you resumed your pacing, the booze burning its way down your throat. You had just swallowed the last of the drink when pain erupted across your body.

The glass fell from your hand, luckily not breaking, as your head pounded and your shoulder ached. You could feel the telltale burn of flowers blooming, a similar sensation to the drink you had just finished, combined with the pain of the actual wounds. On shaking legs you stumbled to the mirror on the wall and ripped off your shirt, finding Baby's Breath blooming in patches on your arm, and in a large clump on your temple.

A moment later Seunghyun was throwing the door open, Youngbae and Hyorin behind him, all three with guns raised.

“Y/n? Why'd you scream?” You turned to them, chest heaving and shirt clutched in your shaking hands.

“Find Jiyong. Now.”

~~

You were pacing again, although this time it was for good reason. You still hurt, though it had lessened to a dull ache, but this meant that Jiyong was hurt. Youngbae and Seunghyun had already left the manor, leaving you and Hyorin to your own devices. Which translated to you pacing and monitoring the news, still only in a sports bra, and Hyorin sitting at Jiyong's desk trying to calm you down.

“I'm sure it was just a minor accident darling, you shouldn't worry yourself so much.” She cooed, and you were sure in any other circumstance you would have agreed, but this time you couldn't. Something was wrong and you didn't like it.

“Hyo, you and Youngbae, you're soulmates, right?” You had stopped pacing and turned to look at her, fingers playing with the flowers on your shoulder.

“Of course.”

“What's your connection?” She tilted her head in confusion, reminding you much of a puppy.

“Our marks would appear on each other.”

“Was he doing this,” You gestured vaguely to the room, “When you met?” She nodded. “Then you must know how nerve-wracking it is, seeing his pain, and not being able to do anything. But you, you didn't see the pain at the moment, you didn't feel every time he was shot, or punched, or hurt in some way. I can. I feel everything, from broken bones to gunshots, all the way down to a paper cut. I know.” Your eyes were brimming with tears now, scared and worried for him. “I know the pain he's in right now, and knowing what he does, I'm scared.” You confessed, and the first tear escaped your eye, making you huff and wipe furiously at your eyes. Hyo was hugging you an instant later, a motherly embrace you slightly envied Youngbae for.

“I'm here. We, mafia wives have to stick together, otherwise, we'll worry ourselves into early graves.” She spoke softly. “Our boys are strong, they're thick-skinned and thicker skulled, don't worry too much about them.” You nodded, trying to quell your tears. “And don't you cry for them, they're big boys, we are too pretty to be crying every time they get themselves into trouble.” You nod as she steps away from you, “Dry your eyes, sweets, let's fix your makeup and know this; as Jiyong's soulmate, command is yours when something happens to him.”

“Really?” She nods, patting her fingers under your eyes.

“Yes ma'am. So chin up, and chest out, your the leader's girl, the Dragon's wife. Be strong.”

“You're right.”

“Always am.”

“There's no time for tears,” You nodded again, taking in a deep breath. Your phone ringing made both of you jump.

“It's Seunghyun.” She announced, handing you the device. You closed your eyes briefly, collecting your thoughts.

“TOP,” You greeted, “Tell me you have good news.”

“Good and bad.”

“Explain.” You ordered, seating yourself in Jiyong's chair. Hyo watched you from the other side of the desk, a proud glint in her eyes.

“We found Dae, from what I can tell the car was flipped into a ditch.”

“But no Jiyong.” You sighed. “Of course not. What's Dae's condition?”

“Conscious, but barely.”

“Bring him here. And get the car out of the public eye.” You glanced at Hyo for confirmation and she nodded, motioning for you to continue. “I want you all home asap.”

“Taeyang's getting him loaded into the car now. He's got a wound on his shoulder, possibly a gunshot. A friend with a tow truck is on his way, should be here in a few minutes.”

“Have Tae bring him home now, I want you to confirm the cars moved somewhere safe.”

“Hyorin told you about Ji's policy about his soulmate didn't she.” His voice was a lot softer as he noted this.

“How am I doing?” You asked, shoulders slumping slightly.

“Acting like a natural leader. Trucks just up the road, Tae is leaving now, should be home in 15 minutes or less.”

“Make it less.”

“Yes boss.”

“And if you're gone for longer than an hour, I'll hunt you down.” You could practically hear him grin at your words.

“Yes boss.” You let out a breath as you heard the click.

“How'd I do?” You asked the older woman.

“If I didn't know better, I would have thought you had been doing this your whole life.” She praised. “You're doing great.”

“With any luck I won't be doing it much longer.” You stood from your seat, debating getting another glass of scotch. “But I see why Ji drinks the way he does.”

“Oh it'll only get worse from here. If Ji is gone-”

“Ji is gone. I'd bet my left leg Bang Hyuk or one of his little fuckers has him.”

“So what will you do?” Hyo leaned forward, chin resting delicately on her hand. You stopped a moment, trying to figure out your next course of action.

“I want to know what Dae saw. And what the boys know about this situation. Ji left me some instructions to follow and I'm going to follow them.” You nodded, mostly to yourself. “I need you to stay here, get Dae patched up, and call me when he's coherent.” You ordered, walking out of the office.

“Where are you going? You should stay here where it's safe.” You stopped just inside the door of your bedroom.

“Hyorin, you saw what happened at these marks, what do you think is going to happen if he gets shot?” You questioned, “Nowhere is safe while he's missing and with god knows who.”

“But where are you going?” She asked when you spun back around to grab a shirt out of the closet.

“Ji asked me to do something, I'm going to go do it. You'll be fine. Youngbae should be here in a few minutes, and Seunghyun not long after. Tell them to call me if they need me.” You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, before grabbing your keys and dashing off to the garage.

~~

“Hi, how can I help you?” The receptionist greeted you, eyes darting from your baseball cap to your face mask and back to your eyes.

“I need to go to room 1554.” You almost didn't recognize your own voice, there was an edge to it, a similar one to what Ji's took on when work happened.

“Do you know the patients name.” The young man asked, looking down at his notebook.

“Last name Park.”

“One moment please.” He offered you a painfully fake smile, picking up the phone to call someone. “Hi, this is the front desk, I have someone to see patient Park in room 1554, can I send them up?” He nodded along to what the person said, “Alright, thanks.” Hanging up he offered you another false smile. “If you go down this hall and hang a left, you're looking for elevator G.”

“Thank you.” You dashed down the hall quickly, the combat boots you had stolen from Jiyong thumping loudly against the floor with each step.

The 15th floor was mostly empty when you arrived, only one nurse greeting you as you walked by. 1554's door was closed, but the lights were on, so you knocked, gently but loud enough to be heard.

“Come in.” A feminine voice called. Steeling your nerves you swung open the door and the sight in front of you stopped you in your tracks.

Lying in the bed, a cast around her leg and impressive bruising across her face, was Park Bom, your college roommate.

“I think you have the wrong room.” She dismissed you, waving a well-manicured hand your way.

“Park Bom.” You started, looking down and pulling off your mask as the door swung shut behind you. “Do I-” She stopped herself as you looked up, a small gasp escaping her, “Y/n? What are you doing here?” She held out her hands towards you, beckoning you towards her. You stepped up next to the bed, taking her hands once you had removed your hat. “What happened?” She trailed her fingers across the flowers on your temple.

“It's a long story.” You deflected. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at you.

“I'll show you mine, you show me yours?”

“Alright. Explain how you ended up working in the underground then.” She stared at you shocked, making you laugh slightly. “A lot's changed since school.”

“I see that.” She laughed, wincing slightly from the pain in her ribs. You sat down next to her in the chair beside the bed. “Well, it’s pretty simple, after I finished my business degree, I moved to Incheon and opened my club-”

“2NE1. I know, we went for drinks when I was in the area.”

“Well, an old friend from high school-”

“CL?” Bom tapped the side of her nose, confirming your suspicions.

“She came to me asking if she could use my club to hide out. After a few failed robbery attempts and being held hostage, she brought me into the underground.”

“And Bang Hyuk?” Bom sighed, shaking her head.

“I was an idiot. He was so dreamy.”

“I know,” You sighed, “We met.” You grimaced.

“I'm surprised you survived, he wanted to distract CL. Cut a friend of ours off from his allies.”

“G Dragon.” Your fist clenched on your lap, hating how you had all played right into this man's trap, again.

“You know him?”

“Better than know him.” You sighed. “Ji's my soulmate.” If you thought Bom's eyes were big already, they seemed to grow about twice their regular size. “Did CL tell you about the party YG hosted a few months back? The one that ended early?”

“Yeah.”

“I was the reason it ended. A friend invited me to the party and when she went off to dance, well, I went back to what I did in college.” Bom nodded in understanding.

“Drinking alone. Got you.”

“Exactly. A handsome stranger comes up to me, starts flirting. I don't think much of it, cause I don't know shit about all this. I'm just thinking I'm about to get laid, and that was what mattered.”

“You did not get laid?”

“I did not get laid. He asked if I wanted to head to his place, I accepted, he takes me to the ally out back and one of his goons stabs me.” You lift your shirt slightly, showing her the scar. “Ji's there, he saves me, and we find out we're soulmates the next day.”

“So now you know about all this?” You nod slowly.

“Most of it.”

“But you didn't know I was the one here, did you?” You simply shook your head.

“Jiyong was supposed to come see you.”

“He never showed.”

“I don't know the details, but these bloomed less than half an hour after he and Dae left to come see you. TOP and Tae pulled Dae out of his wrecked car as I was leaving. He told me to come here if something happened and he didn't call within an hour.”

“Because he knew I'd tell you what you needed to know to sort everything out. I know the Dragon Contingency plan.”

“Dragon Contingency Plan?”

“If something happens to him, like his untimely death and or kidnapping, his soulmate is supposed to take over Big Bang and put an end to Bang Hyuk and the Chimera Corporation.” You let out a small huff.

“It would have been nice to know everybody else knew about this.” You grumbled. Letting out another breath you looked up at your friend, “Alright then, tell me what happened to you.”

“One of Bang Hyuk's lackeys, a man called Lee Daehwi, not his real name, he broke into my hotel room and did this.” She gestured to her face. “Not fun. Unfortunately, that's really all I know. He could have gone back to his part of town but he might not have. Did Ji tell you anything else?”

“He told me to find someone called Kim Mingyu, at Meanies Nook. Know him?” Bom nodded.

“He's a member of SVT, they run the northern district. They're on the younger side, but smart and have some good resources.”

“Why does Ji trust a bunch of kids?”

“From what I know, they're smart, like creepy smart. If Ji trusts them, it's for good reason.”

You opened your mouth to answer but your phone ringing interrupts.

“Is he awake?” You greet.

“More or less. He says he needs to talk to you asap.” Seunghyun tells you.

“I'll get back soon.” You stood, putting your hat back on and hanging up. “Sorry, darling. I'll come visit, promise.”

“I hope so. I want updates.” You kissed both her cheeks, before grabbing your mask and leaving.

You may have violated a few traffic laws as you sped through the town, arriving back at the manor only 10 minutes after you had gotten the call. You found Seunghyun smoking as you pulled up out front, leaving your car in front of the steps as you stormed up to them.

“How did-”

“Park Bom is an old friend,” You explained as he opened his mouth to ask. “I'd like to stop being left out of the loop.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Infirmary?”

“Yes, boss.” You led the way, not noticing the way Seunghyun smirked at the newfound badassery emanating from you.

“Oh good, you're not dead.” Youngbae greeted.

“Shut it.” You snapped, glaring at him for a second before turning to Daesung. “Talk to me.”

“Someone took Jiyong Hyung.”

“I know. Probably Lee Daehwi.” You told him. “Tell me something I don't know.”

“It was definitely Daehwi. He shot me in the arm. I saw him in the car.” You sighed.

“Great. So we know who took him, fan-fucking-tastic. How do we find him and get him back?” The boys exchange glances, finally looking towards Hyorin who sighed.

“We,” She gestured to the boys and herself. “We can't do anything. Bang Hyuk knows us, all of us, and so does Daehwi.” You stared at them, not believing what you had heard.

“You can't help me?” You start. “All this power and you can't help me get your leader back?”

“Look, Y/n, if we could-”

“But it would start a war.” Hyorin cuts off Dae.

“Hyorin don't tell me you wouldn't do whatever it took to get him back, but you can't help me?” Hyorin looks away, shame etched onto her features.

“I'm sorry.”

“Be sorry. I'm going to get him back, and I'll do it without you.” You decided, turning on your heel and walking away, again.

“Where are you going?” Seunghyun demanded, moving in front of you. “What are you going to do?”

“You said you can't help. Jiyong told me who could. Move.”

“We may not be able to help publicly, but please let us help.” Seunghyun nearly begged. “Jiyong is my best friend, he gave us orders not to do anything that might start a war, but I'm not going to sit by while he gets tortured or worse.”

“Fine, you can drive me.” You decided, “We're going to the north district.”

~~

Meanie's Nook was far too quaint to be connected to a mafia group. The outside was a simple brick building with purple and green awnings and a plate glass window out front. Snow was beginning to fall as Seunghyun pulled up outside.

“Stay here, if I'm not out in 10, come get me.”

“I still don't think you should go in alone.”

“And I still think I don't care, so leave it.” You tugged your cap down a little further, jamming your hands into the pockets of the leather jacket you stole from Jiyong.

The bell above the door jingled, making both the purple-haired person leaning on the counter and the young man behind the counter look up at you.

“Hi, welcome to Meanie's, can I get you anything?” He asked, completely ignoring the purple person. You glanced at them, but they waved you off.

“I'm looking for Kim Mingyu.”

“Why?” The purple one spoke before the boy, whose name tag read Seungkwan, got the chance to.

“Sora.” He chastised. You stared Sora down, finding them to be glaring back at you with a similar intensity to your own bubbling anger.  

“So he's your boyfriend?” You figured.

“What's it to you?” Their defensive stance, the way they positioned themselves in front of the smaller boy, it was a clear sign that the boy didn't know the truth behind Mingyu, but Sora did.

“I know what he does for a living, and I need his help.”

“You work with YG, don't you.” Seungkwan asked, making both you and Sora look at him. “I'm sorry, I'll call Gyu. Go ahead and find a seat.” He motioned towards the rest of the cafe and you nodded, waving Seunghyun off as you passed the window. He remained in his position of leaning against his car, cigarette in hand.

You sat by the window, close enough you could see each other but not directly in the view of everyone. A man in a purple suit sat across from you a moment later. His hair was neatly coiffed and his skin was tan, but his smile, with those sharp canines, made you uneasy.

“I'm told you called for me by name, how may I help you?” He greeted. You scoffed.

“Kim Mingyu is one of the most common names in Korea, I could have walked into any store and asked for your name and someone would have come running.” You stated, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. “So tell me what makes you different from the others, what makes G Dragon trust you, of all people?” His fake smile was replaced by a more sincere one.

“I see, you must be the Dragon's Wife-”

“We aren't married.”

“Not the point. I'm sure my boss would love to speak with you, but you'd better tell me why I should set the meeting, or I'm sure your friend over there isn't going to be happy about being jumped.” He pointed a long finger out the window to Seunghyun as a car pulled up behind his.

“Jump him, I guarantee they'll regret it.” You examined your nails pointedly, glancing at the four boys that exited the car. One stayed leaning on the hood of his car, staring right at you. You offered both him and Seunghyun a wave and watched Seunghyun pull his phone from his pocket.

“Do I kill them?” He asked, you looked back to Mingyu who was staring at you confused.

“That's up to my new friend here. I'm not currently opposed to a few bruises, but try not to damage my car.”

“Stay tuned.” He set his phone on the hood of the car, taking another drag of his smoke. You set your phone on the empty table in front of you.

“I'm looking for someone. I need some help.”

“Can't you use Big Bang?”

“Not without starting a war.”

“That's not going to work as an answer.” Mingyu shrugged, leaning back in his chair, which must have been a signal.

“Well, its the answer I've got.”

“You're really going to let him get beat up like that?” Mingyu asked as the three boys surrounded Seunghyun.

“Mingyu, do you know who that is?” You asked, still not caring about the so-called “ultimatum” he was attempting to establish.

“Not a clue.” He smirked, probably thinking he had won. You noted the way his phone lay on the table and knew he was trying to play some game, but you were going to make the rules.

“Have you heard the name TOP, from Big Bang?” You whispered, loud enough so as not to alert the other civilians in the room. Mingyu's eyes went wide.

“Liar.” You snorted, and lift your phone back to your ear.

“TOP,”

“Ma'am.” He was still only leaning on the car.

“Hit the middle one.” You watched him flick the last of his smoke into the street and blow the cloud above his head. Then he punched the middle one square in the nose. You looked back at Mingyu who was clenching his fists on the table. “I'd schedule that meeting, or I can't guarantee the safety of those boys.”

“Call him off,” Mingyu demanded.

“Call your boss.” People were beginning to gather at the windows, but it seemed everyone knew better than to interfere.

“No.”

“TOP, break his arm.” Mingyu jolted, head turning to look outside when he heard the shout. You simply smiled, shocked at your own sadistic side. “Call your boss.” The man in front of you said nothing, so you picked up the phone again.

“Wait.” You paused, tilting your head, silently asking him to continue. You heard the thump of someone hitting a car and saw Mingyu flinch. “Call him off, please.”

“Call your boss, schedule the meeting and he'll get back in the car.” You were surprisingly calm, but you could see Mingyu's facade slowly cracking.

“Look I can't-”

“TOP, I don't like the skinny one.”

“Jesus Christ.” Mingyu gasped at your words, immediately looking out the window. “Stop him!” Someone outside screamed.

“You know my rules.”

“How could he mean so much to you that you'd let someone else die to find him?” He nearly shouted. You let out what could only be described as a growl and ripped off your hat, yanking out a few of the flowers on your temple. Your own blood began trickling down your face from the rip, adding to your crazed look.

“I would let everyone, every single person, die before I let him go.”

“That's enough Mingyu.” Sora declared, storming over and handing over their phone. “Here, call him off, please.”

“Thank you, Sora.” You accepted the phone. “Stand down,” You spoke into your own device before setting it back on the table.

“You're something else, G Dragon's the only other person I've ever seen use TOP like a dog.” The man on the other end of the phone declared as Seunghyun brushed off his jacket and climbed back into the car. “I'm known as S. Coups, tell me what's happened.”

“Someone's been taken from us, but my boys at Big Bang can't help without starting a war. I hear you're a new ally of G Dragon's” You explained.

“I am. And who are you?”

“I've been called The Dragon's Wife a few times already today.”

“Did it make you feel better to hurt my men?”

“A little bit.” You shrugged, “What were their names.”

“Dino and The8 were the ones he targeted, Hoshi was collateral and Moonhui was just there to watch.” He didn't seem very broken up at what had happened. “Who took him?”

“A man known as Lee Daehwi. Know him?”

“All too well.” S. Coups huffed. “He's holed up in a warehouse in my part of town. I can give you a few of my men to help storm the castle.”

“I just want to get my man back and kill someone, can you help me do that?”

“They'll be at your manor in an hour. And when you get Jiyong back, tell him he owes me for nearly killing one of my men.”

“That's a debt I owe. Thank you.” He hung up and you handed Sora back the phone. “That was easy now wasn't it.” You smiled, putting your hat back on and standing. “Next time, don't doubt me, or I won't call off my dogs.” You glared at Mingyu, before smiling once more at Sora and Seungkwan and leaving.

“Why are you bleeding?” Seunghyun immediately worried you shook him off, smacking his hand away from your face as you dropped into the passenger seat. You were glad to see he only had a few bumps and bruises.

“I'm fine. This was my own mistake. S. Coups is sending us some backup. Daehwi is holed up in his territory.” Seunghyun looked over at you with a grin.

“Look at you, you really are Jiyong's soulmate.” He teased.

“Shut up and drive, Seunghyun.”

~~ You were in Jiyong's office again. Hyorin had cleaned off the wound on your head and now you were sitting in the mostly dark room, drinking more of his scotch. Maps of the city were spread across the desk, showing the different regions and all possible warehouses Daehwi could be hiding in. New flowers had begun to blossom, mostly Baby's Breath, which now circled your wrists and one of your eyes, and a cluster of Peonies had exploded across your ribs. Pain echoed throughout your body and worry flooded your nervous system.

“Hey, Boss.” Youngbae's voice drew your attention to the now open door. “They're here.” You nodded, motioning for him to let them in. 5 individuals entered the room, one of whom was Sora, now in a tight black shirt and similar pants, complete with a thigh holster. The others, save one, were dressed similarly.

“Hello again Sora.” You greeted. You knew they were all staring at the flowers, and it made your rage bubble a little hotter.

“Boss,” They greeted.

“So, G Dragon really is out of commission?” The smallest of the bunch asked.

“That's for me to know.” You retorted.

“I know better than to dig. I'm Woozi, SVT sub-leader. These are the second-best fighters on the team, seeing as your dog beat up the others.” He gestured to the group before you and you recognized the one in the vest.

“You're Moonhui.” You realized, and he simply nodded, “Sorry about that, Mingyu insisted on a dick measuring contest.” You shrugged, making Youngbae, Sora, and the man next to them snort.

“Sounds like him.”

“You already know Sora, that's Wonwoo, and the kid in the suit is Vernon, he's in charge of comms and a few other things.” Woozi finished. “So what's the problem them?”

“Someone had been taken by Lee Daehwi. I want to kill him and get the person back.” You explained.

“Lee Daehwi?” Sora asked. “How do you know it's him?”

“He put one of my friends in the hospital and shot the other.”

“I get the final shot.” Sora decided, making you raise an eyebrow at them.

“Why?”

“I get to kill him, for what he did to me.” They snapped. “I get to kill my husband.”

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Jiyong: In The Storm

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

~ Admin S

Bleak. Dreary. Gloomy. Hopeless. Joyless.

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

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

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

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

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