#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

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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.

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Who You?

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

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

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

He hated it.

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

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

“Hey, Ji.”

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

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

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

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

He shook his head. “Nope.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fear you were living in that moment.

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

“I miss you every day and night.”

[katarinawwwland]

am i a one person who disappointed about how little bigbang fics there is or maybe i don't get how to search them cause i so much love them and don't know how to deal with it

[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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Misc Idols Masterlist

Updated: 2.1.25

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I really wish that while he's in SK they will meet as ot4, but reading this interview makes me feel as if it only will break him even more

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But I Love You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong is struggling through his hiatus and misses his best friend. You try your best to be there for him, even when it feels like he doesn’t want you around.

Warnings: slight angst, a lot of GD yearning for TOP. Very minor language.

Things hadn’t exactly been easy since Jiyong had decided to take a hiatus. You weren’t really sure if he even knew what a hiatus was. Everyday you’d wake to find him in the studio, writing new material, a stressed look on his face. You’d hoped that a break would’ve actually been just that - but the man didn’t know how to quit. You’d pull him out every night when you could tell he was getting frustrated hoping the next day would be better.

You’d have secret conversations with Youngbae and Daesung whenever you got too worried, knowing deep down that the only person he’d reason with had shut him out. Morning came quickly and you were awoken to Jiyong emerging from his blanket cocoon. “Jiyong, why don’t we just take a rest today?” You tried your best to make your voice sound normal, not a hint of pleading in there but he picked up on it and sighed.

“I can’t today. I really have to finish this song.” He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and you took the opportunity to really look at him. The dark circles you thought you’d imagined were real. His skin seemed pale, he looked worn out. “Maybe we can do something tomorrow.” He got out of bed, offered you a smile and headed out of the room.

You couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt as he disappeared from the room. You knew Jiyong loved you, of course he did, but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten. You never wanted to come between him and his work, you knew how he got when he felt like he was up against a wall. But something needed to change.

With a heavy sigh, you got out of bed, made yourself presentable and headed out of the house. You unfortunately couldn’t sit around waiting for him today. Work called and even if you’d been willing to call in earlier, that had changed the second Jiyong walked out of the bedroom. You knew you should stay home, save him from himself but you needed a break too. Maybe a without you hovering would help.

When you pulled into the drive that evening everything felt off. The lights were off, the lights were never off - unless you were sleeping. “Jiyong?” You called as you entered the house, closing the front door with a soft thud. You were greeted with silence and the soft meow of your cars. You weren’t going to worry. You weren’t worried. You kept telling yourself that as you wandered the house in search of him. Where the fuck was he?

You paused outside the door to his studio, you’d never gone in there before. Not that you couldn’t, it just was so very him that you didn’t want to disturb his sanctuary. You pressed your ear up to the door but it was useless, the room was so soundproofed you couldn’t hear a thing..

The site that unfolded in front of you hadn’t been what you’d expected. There on the couch in the sound booth was your boyfriend passed out clutching what appeared to be lyrics. So that was why the house was dark, he hadn’t bothered to leave the studio once. You moved the papers out of his hands, careful not to read any of his work and shook him awake.

“Hey” he smiled as his eyes locked with yours. “What are you doing in here?” You moved to sit down next to him and shrugged. “The house was dark. I didn’t know where you were.” He scooted slowly, to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry I worried you, I must’ve passed out. I’ve not been sleeping well.” He admitted. Your head snapped looking over at him, worry etched in your brows. “See, that look right there is why I didn’t tell you. You don’t need to worry about me.” You frowned, reaching a hand out to touch him. “Talk to me. What’s going on with you?” You should’ve asked sooner, but you’d been hoping you were over reacting.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you. “I keep thinking if I write the right song, the best song, he’ll read it and come back.” You could hear the pain in his voice, and it made you want to protect him from ever feeling this way again. His best friend was doing what he thought was best for everyone - which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I don’t think it’s that simple, oppa.” Seunghyun had been your friend too and you weren’t blind to the void that he left behind. “Seunghyun needs time to heal, he didn’t leave because he wanted to. He left because he felt he had to.” You eyed the sheet holding the lyrics Jiyong has been working on. “Can I read it?”

He nodded and handed the lyrics over. Any other girl might be jealous of such heartfelt feelings being written about someone else but not you. You understand their relationship, he’d come first. They’re more than best friends, they were family and both of them were hurting. “It’s perfect.”

“You’re biased” he smirked, taking the paper back and tucking it into his pocket. “Maybe, but it’s still perfect. You should record it.” He shook his head. “It’s not Bigbang without him.” You offered up a reassuring smile, a playful glint in your eye, “so make it GD.” You hardly ever referred to him as his stage name and he smiled before hiding his face with his hands. There he was. That shy adorable guy you loved so much.

“Maybe.” He yawned, stretching his arms before standing up. “Thank you for this. I should’ve told you sooner.” You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Just know you’re not alone, ok?”

He nodded. reaching his arm out to you, helping you to your feet. “I’m sorry if I’ve been acting not myself lately, I just don’t know how to let people in fully. I get in my head and think I have to do it all alone.” He apologized as he led you both out of the studio. Turning on the lights as he went.

“You’re not alone. I’m always going to be here for you. Even if you don’t want to talk about whatever’s going on, I’m still here.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, wishing you could take all his pain away. He pulled you toward him, a small smile on his face. Not his big grin you’d grown to love over the years but it was a start. “I love you. He mumbled before pulling you in for a kiss. “I love you too” you smiled against his lips.

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[randomingoftherandomness]

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

Pairing: Kim Jiyong x Jo Heon

Tags: Undercover AU

@dangermousie @kingsandbastardz <3

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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!”

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Kang Jiseok, a 36 year old son of Isis.            He is a Pediatrician at Asclepius General Hospital.

IN CHARACTER

FC NAME/GROUP: Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon (BigBang)

CHARACTER NAME: Kang Jiseok

AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 36 (08/18/88)

PLACE OF BIRTH: Seoul, South Korea

OCCUPATION: Pediatrician at Asclepius General Hospital

HEIGHT: 5’7”

WEIGHT: 127lbs

DEFINING FEATURES: Numerous tattoos in random places over his whole body, and pierced ears

PERSONALITY: His personality is often reflected in his style choices and array of hair colours he rotates through. Upon meeting Jiseok many would think him a bright, and cheerful man; warm-hearted and kind and on occasion even a bit silly. And that would be true…to a point. Judgmental and eager to outshine others, Jiseok looks for and creates opportunities that put the shortcomings and flaws of others on display, all while maintaining an innocent facade.

HISTORY:

Jiseok’s first memory was fighting to be seen among the other children on visitation day. Unfortunately for him, no one wanted the sour-faced little boy who shied away from physical touch, but eagerly wanted to inform prospective parents of the other children’s flaws. When he wasn’t vying for attention that never came his way, Jiseok was relegated to helping look after the younger children at the orphanage. He didn’t hate it, but he couldn’t help feeling resentful as he watched them each be adopted one after another while he was still stuck there.

Slowly, from those around him, Jiseok picked up on the desirable traits future parents were looking for and began to practice them over and over. It wasn’t like he had to be sincere. Fake it ‘til you make it they always say, and fake it Jiseok did; right into a peaceful little two story home with a caring, doting mother and a…well, a father.

For years Jiseok was relatively happy. He could never please his father whose expectations were, as Jiseok saw it, outlandish and outdated, but no matter what Jiseok did his mother was proud. She made it so that Jiseok wanted to become a good person. She never put any pressure on him, and allowed him to live his life his own way. When he struggled, she was there to support him and Jiseok found himself eager to be like her. People liked her.

Even as he was nearing graduation and felt lost as to the course of his future she never wavered in her support, even as his relationship with his father grew strained.

But then she was just gone.

It was a simple car accident on her way home from work; a trip she had made a thousand times before. Doctor’s fought to save her for hours but inevitably she just couldn’t pull through and Jiseok’s whole life shattered. The one person who would normally be there to help him put all the pieces back together was gone and he had never felt more alone.

The next few years were a muddled mess for Jiseok. He came to blows with his father and was kicked out of his home. He started on the path to medical school because he knew it was what his mother had wanted, while working some of the worst jobs imaginable in order to get the funds. He found his soulmate, they got a small apartment together, and although they barely made ends meet Jiseok was finally starting to feel like himself again. He let himself feel happiness and like he had found his place in the world, but then like all things that too fell apart and he was left to start over again.

Once again life became a blur. He threw himself into his schooling, graduated top of his class and started his residency. It was only when working on a young patient one day that his powers manifested for the first time. Of course he began using them quietly, but more frequently; testing their potential and their limitations. Suddenly everything made sense: he was destined for a cursed life because he possessed such abilities.

Word of the ‘miracle pediatrician’ must have eventually made its way to Mount Phoenix because Jiseok found himself presented with a career opportunity that seemed almost too good to pass up. With nothing left to lose, Jiseok’s more than ready for a new start.

PANTHEON: Egyptian

CHILD OF: Isis

POWERS: 

Healing (injuries) - The person must have life remaining in them, however it does take more out of him if they are close to death. His specialty is children as they hardly affect him at all, however to heal a grown adult it can take him to the brink of exhaustion.

Protection Spell - A power that only works on children. By imparting a small amount of his energy to them through touch, the affected party remains safe from any form of physical harm for an extended period of time.

STRENGTHS: Jiseok is very driven and an expert problem solver when he wants to be. Anyone will tell you that he is one of the politest and most sincere people they’ve ever met, while the cheerful and fun persona he exerts daily helps to assuage any fears his patients might have.

WEAKNESSES: Although he wouldn’t like to admit it, Jiseok is a perfectionist. He can grow too focused on getting something just right to the point that he shuts everything else out, missing the bigger picture. Although he does well in social settings, Jiseok has a hard time making lasting connections with others, purposefully keeping them at arm’s length. Jiseok is quick to get defensive when his actions or intentions are questioned; often outraged and appalled, even if the criticism is warranted.

[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)

[topsodapop]

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