#kwon jiyong fan fiction

[theinnercircleoftheouterlimits]

Always and Forever

Pairing: GDragon (Kwon Jiyong) x OC

Rating: PG

Warning: Heart break, angst, breaking up

Author’s Note: This was my first Kpop fan fiction and it holds a special place in my heart. Please be gentle. Also, again - I originally posted this on my other writing blog @writemelikeyourkboys​ before I decided to make this blog to have all my fan fictions together.

Prologue-

She hated to see him cry. The world thought he was so tough, had such a thick skin. She knew better. He was soft-hearted, sensitive and that was one of the reasons she loved him. But alas, as it sometimes happens, love just wasn't enough for them. She knew it, he wanted to deny it, yet there was no way the truth would leave them be.

"Please," she whispered softly through her own tear. "I need to know you'll be okay. I... I can't leave without having that peace of mind."

He lifted his head to look up at her before he moved from the couch to pull her into his arms. "I doubt I'll ever be okay after this." He spoke in that soft tone she loved so much. The one that only those closest to him knew, not the loud and out going voice the world knew. "But will I survive this horrible moment? About as much as you will."

A gentle laugh left her as she pulled back to stare at him. Her hand came up to  touch his cheek a moment before he leaned in, his lips capturing hers for the last time. She savored the moment, memorizing every detail to go back over in the future. He'd probably do the same, he was thoughtful like that.

As they broke away, he kissed her forehead, just to touch her as much as he could before she was gone for good. He'd never hold another the way he held her. The connection they had was strange as it was beautiful, one that even they couldn't explain. He didn't want it to end, but knew that there was just no other way. They'd reached that fork in the road, both wanted to go in the opposite direction of the other. So rather then sacrifice their dreams that they worked so hard for, they would sacrifice each other to make each other happy.

"The car will be here any minute," she whispered as she slowly pulled herself away from his body.

He gave a small nod of his head before he coughed to clear his throat. "Will you... let me know when..."

"Yeah, I'll let you know when I'm on the plane and when I get back home," she replied. Though the relationship ended, that didn't mean they didn't still have feelings for the other. He always asked for her to let him know when she was safely on the ground after a flight. Why should that change now that they were no longer a couple?

"Good," he said, a sad smile spread over his handsome face. "I just don't want to worry."

She nodded her head. "I know."

For a moment they stared at each other, just drinking in the others aura one last time. Then with a deep breath, she broke eye contact with him and headed for the door. Her bags where already downstairs waiting to be put in the car, but she had a backpack for the plane. She grabbed it and slipped it over her shoulder as her hand unlocked the door. She was about to step outside the apartment when he called her.

"Isadora... I love you. No matter that we are no longer together. Just remember  that, okay? That I do love you and I always will."

A bittersweet smile touched Isadora's face as she looked back at him. "I know," she whispered. "And I'll always and forever love you, Jiyong."

[305krw]

Inflight

Pairing: G-Dragon, OC

Genre: Romance, angst

Summary: An American love columnist meets an old flame midflight. Blasts from the past sometimes have a tendency to bote 

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“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kimberly and I’m your chief flight attendant. On behalf of the entire crew, Welcome aboard Korea Airlines flight 888, non-stop service from Los Angeles to Incheon. At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Also, make sure your seat belt is correctly fastened."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------       I leaned back into the spacious first-class seat while the attendant went over the rest of the safety instructions. I took in the wide spacious area and complimentary champagne that was still fizzing in the crystal glass. I have been in first-class countless times now, however, it was always a humbling experience for me. I closed my eyes and remembered the time when I'd peered into the aisle from my economy class seat, hoping to catch a glance of the coveted first-class section. The people in the business class looked so far away from me. Their sharp suits and designer dresses were completely contrary to my thrifted ensemble. I remember being so nervous during that flight's take off that I grabbed the hand of the boy next to me. I squeezed his hand tight causing him to look over at me and smile. He had such a wonderfully bright smile.

      I opened my eyes choosing not to remember the past, but instead take in my own sharp appearance. My navy high waist business pants were perfectly tailored and my crisp sheer white top didn't have a wrinkle in sight. Versace sunglasses sat on top of my recently straightened hair that had somehow managed to stay immaculate on the way to the airport. I had made it to first-class and I knew that young girl who just a few years ago peered out into the aisle would be proud of me.

"Because we are traveling over water there will be no wi-fi on this flight. However, all passengers are welcome to cut on electronic devices while they are on airplane mode. Thank you."

       I took that as my cue to open up my laptop. I had to finish my article " What Makes a Man Fall in Love" which would tie into my interview with Korea's golden boy G-Dragon for next month's issue. It was a load of crap, but it was what would put food on the table, so I opened up a word document and stared at the blank screen. I continued to stare at the blank white screen for a few more minutes. Nothing.  I decided to plug in my headphones for a more isolated feeling hoping that it would spark some creativity. I started to lightly hum the slow but catchy tune. Soon my hums were replaced by deep sighs as I repeated the constant cycle of typing then erasing. Letting out one last sigh I finally typed a complete sentence on the barren screen.

"What the hell is love anyway?"

      The letters were big and bold. They were taunting me as I sat with my head back against the seat in frustration. Suddenly, I heard someone plop down in the vacant space next to me. To my surprise, it was Mr. Golden boy himself.

"Article not coming along?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"Actually, It's coming along just fine." I almost snorted as I closed my laptop harshly.

"Ahh ok. 'What the hell is love anyway?'" He rubbed his chin like he was pondering the question himself, "I don't think your readers buy your magazine for one sentence articles."

My patience with my unwanted guest was running thin. "How may I help you, Mr. Kwon? I believe our interview isn't scheduled until tomorrow."

"Well, I heard all of that huffing and puffing from behind you and thought that I would come to help you out."

I could feel the heat of embarrassment rush towards my cheeks. Was I really that loud? I should have taken out my headphones! I feigned professionalism and slapped on my best corporate smile.

"Thank you for your concern Mr.Kwon. However, I think I can handle it." He made himself more comfortable in the chair next to me completely dismissing my request for him to leave.

"So, you've never been in love before?" He was still grinning at me. My last nerve had just snapped in two.

"No," I said as coldly as possible. His grin slowly fell into a subtle frown as he heard my answer.

He broke eye contact as he looked down for at his hands for a  moment. When he looked back up his signature smirk was back.

"Never?" He pressed.

"No. Never," I said as absolutely as the first time.  

"Well, what does love mean to you?" He crossed his arms as he waited for my reply.

"It means nothing. It is a term used by people to make them feel like their fleeting desire and lust is somehow deeper than it is." I was upset with myself for letting my guard down, but I hated the concept of love so much that I lost control. " People use it to make each other feel special. It gives people a faux sense of security and it does nothing more."

He went silent.

"Well, that's quite a cynical view for a love columnist."

"Its the truth. People say that they 'love' someone, but what is the one thing, men especially look for in a relationship?" I let the question hang in the air for a fraction of a second before continuing.

"Sex. And when they can't get it they don't feel like that particular relationship is fulfilling. Love is completely forgotten. Women aren't innocent either. Everyone wants something physical whether it's sex or not. When a human sees an attractive person everything else becomes void. Even an existing relationship. In the end, love is really just a bunch of hormones that either breakdown to horniness or loneliness. " I was on fire and there was no stopping my anti-love rant.

"I write articles for my readers. I give them what they want to hear. I also make people like you look like those fantastic fantasies your fans have. So, since I'm doing you a favor I'd  rather not be criticized by you." I was eager to hear how he would come back to that so I turned my body to face him mirroring his nonchalant crossed arms form.

"Oh, you aren't doing me a favor. Unlike you I actually believe in love."

That made me genuinely chuckle. "Ok, so what is love to you? I cocked my head to the side in anticipation. His face grew serious.

"Love means a lot of different things to me. In a webster dictionary type of way love is a mix of emotions ranging from affection to passion. Love is wanting to see that person when you are down, being ok with being in silence with them, having your mind wander to thoughts of them all the time, wanting to protect them.."

My chest got tighter after each explanation. But, I still waited for him to finish.

"But, it is also the small things. Like..when you get scared on a plane ride, yet you reach out to hold their hand because they make you feel safe.."

I was clenching my jaw trying to fight the stinging I felt in my eyes. Memories from our first and last vacation together began to animate in my mind. I needed to remind him of where it all fell apart.

"So, do you love Ms.Kiko? She must be all of those things for you. I mean you guys are the talk of the town."

His expression grew hard. When he didn't respond I angrily pressed the issue.

"I mean you must, right? It has been how many years now? There was even a rumor going around that you cheated on your previous girlfriend with Ms.Kiko."

      I had mentioned the rumor to get a reaction out of him, but I also felt the ache in my own chest. I remembered having to sit around as strangers murmured about his previous girlfriend who to them was, frustratingly veiled in anonymity. My own co-workers gathered to gossip about 'how heart-broken she must be' with no idea that they were inadvertently discussing my own love life.

I opened my laptop and returned to the word document ready to take notes.

"What are you doing Eva?"

I  set my hands on the keyboard like I was ready to type. "You said that you wanted to help. You can help by giving me the interview I need now. So, tell me about the love of your life. The beautiful Ms.Kiko."

"Eva stop." He sternly ordered as I ignored him. When I didn't react he reached over and shut my laptop. He accidentally pulled the headphones out of the computer which caused the soft melody of his new song "Loser" to flow out of my computer. I nearly chewed a hole through my bottom lip as I tried to get the music to stop playing. Once I did an awkward silence consumed us. That was until he delivered the final blow.

"Do you still love me, Eva?"

I tried to be stern. "Cut the shit, Ji Yong. You know what we had wasn't ever love."

"Really? I always thought that it was." His seemed sincere, but the scars from our past relationship were too deep for whatever this was.

"I'd like it if you left now Ji Yong. Why don't you just get up and leave? It shouldn't be that hard since it's exactly what you did four years ago. Oh yeah, you're waiting until you catch me off guard, maybe even vulnerable and naive like last time."

He started to cut me off, but I lifted my finger signaling him to stop. "Sorry to disappoint, but that girl is gone, Ji Yong. Now if you will excuse me."

I stood up and scooted past him. I found a flight attendant to request a seat change when I felt someone tug on my wrist.

I stage whispered for him to let go so we wouldn't cause a scene. After I realized that he was not planning on letting go I quietly followed behind him to protect both of our reputations. The last thing I needed was to be wrapped up in a scandal with G-dragon. It would undoubtedly ruin my career in Korea. I could see the headlines now- "Foreign  Vixen Seduces our Beloved Oppa!"

Finally, as we made it to the middle of the aircraft he aggressively pulled me into the restroom. He stepped closer to me, trapping me against his chest.

"What do you want Ji Yong?" I made the mistake of looking up at him. He wasn't much taller than me so his gaze seemed to look into me.

"Do you still love me, Eva?" He asked slowly. I could feel his breath on my face..tempting me.

"No. I don't." I turned my head to break out of the trance his gaze had on me.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes again.

"Bullshit."

I felt the tears start to weld in my eyes. However, I didn't plan on succumbing to him.

With his hand still on my chin, I asked him again. "Do you love her Ji Yong?"

"I left because I had to, Eva. You were too innocent and you weren't ready for the stress that came along with being in the spotlight. I did what I did to protect you."

I scoffed at his ridiculousness. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I do."

He encircled my waist with his arms. I tried to push him off of me.

"Ji Yong stop. What about Kiko? Don't you love her?" I  placed my hands against his chest not-so-convincingly trying to push him away, "We can't do this."

His grip got tighter causeing my hands to clench the fabric of his shirt. I kept telling myself that what we were doing was wrong, but as I stood pressed into his chest feeling the familiar embrace all rational flew out the window. I was in a daze caused by his amazing cologne, his firm chest, the desperate look in his eyes, his lips, and the memories of what it was like when we were together. When I loved him.

"I've never once said the words 'I love you' to her." He responded in a husky voice against my lips.

"And that is supposed to mean something to me Ji Yong?"

"Yes. I do not say it if I do not mean it."

He tilted his head more until his lips connected with mine. I felt so many things. Disappointment, lust, excitement, sadness, passion....love.

His right hand slowly trailed from my waist to my hair. He lightly tugged on it deeping the kiss. His lips were soft and careful.

However, a sudden realization seeped its way into my mind. He has never said the words ' I love you' to me either..

[goro-majima-is-life]

Dice & Dragons

A dungeons and dragons big bang story. the crew go upon a quest to seek out a mysterious object that had been stolen from right under the villages nose, what will happen when someone in the party is framed for a crime they never committed, will the clues found on their travels lead them into more trouble than what they bothered for?

Part 1

"it had been hours, the dice had been rolled at any given occasion would they make it out alive? The young wizard Surgon drew his wand and summoned a fireball to hit the monster landing a perfect D20 roll it seemed he had hit the monster head on as it suffered 17 damage, this allowed the young wizard to cheer for it that had been his first D20 roll that ended in critical success and not critical failure."

Dungeons and dragons, a game in which all those can be who ever or whatever they chose to be and nothing could stop them, from the simple role of a 20 sided die you were in the game, any action you took in the game could lead to a good or bad outcome, and the choices you chose not to be in the game could only limit you. An endless array of stories to conjure up and an endless amount of encounters and monsters to choose from, the only limit you truly had was yourself and your mind. A role-playing game that included anyone and everyone, though many stayed away due to its heavy portrayal with a certain 'nerd culture' it is highly likely that you could find a handful of people who have never dared to play. So how did it end up in the hands of one of the biggest k-artists in the world? Well, that's quite a silly little story.

it had been a foreign trip to the Americas traveling around the endless streets of the city of New York that had brought them to a game store called 'the Uncommon,' a small game cafe that hosted an array of board games and held a plethora of materials to play. Dice, bags for the dice, snacks, guide books and the games themselves. As they searched through shelves with little luck and Choi finding himself picking out his own set of dice each coated in a certain color as he took the need to get more than one set for himself, perhaps he could collect these like chairs? they seemed like they could be easy to make and so he began to chat with the man at the desk about the dice while Ji Yong too found himself attempting to choose between books, did he need all of these? Was this the right version? and began to chat with a bunch of young boys that had noticed his confusion and found themselves the window of opportunity to help(brag to) this man with their 'knowledge' of these games; it was then a loud  "I found it!" was echoed in the store. It was Daesung who was holding the complete game of dungeons and dragons in his hand and waving it around. The Young Teens all stopping conversation to look up at the situation only for their conversations to continue seconds later the children giving Ji the correct books needed for the version of the game that daesung held; 5e (5th Edition). as they all gathered around the counter, Choi taking whatever the man was saying into his phone for future reference and Seungri having to be dragged from a table of older kids teaching him about the game they were playing while simultainiously telling him how much they enjoyed bigbang and their music, making friends with the counter man and some of the kids that let out a hardy good bye, leaving the store with all the things needed. talking about the different sites they had not noticed walking to the place, wondering if they should stop for a bite to eat but deciding to get into their van as it rolled up instead. 

The boys were within their own liittle worlds with eachother, going through all the books needed to play and how to play, choosing out what they wanted before had but all agreeing that they would all make more than one character for the many adventures they had already begun to build within their heads as hands were drawn in a rock, paper, scissors match to see who would be the one to narrate and fufil their story first. they all drew at the same time choi, seungri, dae and ji all throwing out rock, leaving taeyang with his small pair of scissors, he was out. next came seungri drawing himself a paper instead of a scissors. and after a neck and neck tie between choi and ji, ji exited the winner and the DM of their first campagin too little backlash from his colleges as they had confidence that ji could create a rather good world considering his ability to create his own world around his art and they found themselves more excited to create their charactes rather than write their stories. Ji plunged his nose into the books, and taking down important notes and pieces to add to his character, seungri and daesung argued over who would be the wizard of the party while choi was ordering some things online for a very special project he had in mind that he knew would add a bit more spice to their games. and taeyang was now begining to write out his character's tragic backstory. there was nothing else on the mind than getting back home and creating their new identities that would sure take on a large role in how they now spend their free time 

[sunbaebes]

Epilogue

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

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

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

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and  smut.

A/N: Thank you everyone who has stuck around and seen this story to its close. I know it has taken a long time but I’m glad we are finally able to finish this together. Enjoy.

( 1 year later)

Shutting windows and screen doors, you wrap your sweater tightly around yourself. The leaves had just begun to change colors as the first icy chill of autumn crept in during the evenings.

A teapot in the kitchen screams for you attention, and with freezing limbs you shuffle into the kitchen, eager to warm yourself with a promising pot of camomile. Your mind drifts to the week before, body warmed and lazy from the sun and a sigh escapes in mourning for summer. On the counter, you’d let two packs of meat thaw but you still hadn’t come to a decision; beef or chicken?

You shrug and go with the later. Setting up your newest playlist on your phone you begin to hum along to the voice crooning from the speakers as your body moves slowly to the rhythm. You’re just beginning to slice up peppers as a crashing noise comes from the front door.

“Hello?”

No reply. You call out again, peeking your head out to look down the hall. You clench the vegetable knife until your knuckles go white, holding it out in front of you as your brave it down the hall. Looking through the windows, there isn’t a soul outside, and in the stillness, there isn’t even the sound of footsteps, only the vague sound of your music, just a whisper in the kitchen.

You let out a breath, muttering to yourself as you make your way slowly back to the kitchen, the knife lazily held at your side.

It isn’t until you’re in the mouth of the kitchen that you see a man in all black with black  hair sitting at your counter, shoulders slouched as he chops up an onion and moves to throw it into a waiting pan on the stove.

There is a tattoo of an angel on the back of his neck, its wings caressing the sides and wrapping around just slightly where you know the tips end right before neck becomes throat.

He turns towards you, his cat-like eyes turning up into a devilish smile spreading across his face.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, letting a laugh trickle between your lips as you walk back to where you were preparing the chicken.

Ji yong walks closer, his smile easy and his steps light, a king in his kitchen. It doesn’t escape your notice that there is a bruise darkening on his jaw or bits of blood on his throat and freckled on the side of his face where he forgot to clean in his haste.

The banging must have come from him rushing up the stairs, cleaning the gore off his body so you could both pretend that it wasn’t his job to kill and maim.

You wet a rag and let yourself be pulled into his embrace, dabbing softly until his face was completely clear of blood.

Ji yong’s hands traveling adoringly down your sides, resting on your hips that have rounded and expanded over the summer, your belly swelling with your ever-growing (and kicking) little boy.

Ji yong leaves the butterfly of a kiss on your temple, traveling down to adorn one on both your cheeks, and then slipping down to your throat as you begin to giggle.

“Not now, not in the middle of making dinner.”

“The doctor says that you should be staying off your feet.” Ji yong mumbles, his hands sinking lower to cup your behind. “I assume that means that I should keep you in our bed.”

“Keeping ourselves in that bed is what got us into this exact predicament,” you remind him with a rueful smile, returning his kisses with a happy sigh.

Ji yong carefully directed your body against the wall his hands roaming from your backside to your front, fingers squeezing and petting at your thighs.

“How can you be sure it was from being in bed?” his voice had become throaty now, his fingers gliding easily inside your stretching pants, “it could have been the bed, or the couch, or the shower..” his voice faded off with each kiss to your lips until he was tired of speaking, using his tongue instead to seduce your mouth.

As Jiyong kissed you into the next room, articles of clothing falling to the floor… you felt that times like these made it easy to forget about all the things that happened between the two of you. His hands so carefully handling your body as you positioned yourself over him, entering you slowly and watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Yes, it was hard to believe someone with such caressing fingers and loving gaze also showed you a world darkened by violence and terror.

But, there must have been some darkness in you as well, because despite the tears and blood this man had put you through, despite the demons he carried on his back, you loved him.

Your love was crooked, bent and curving away from conventional, but powerful nonetheless. Your heart swelled as your pace quickened over your lover's body, his teeth nipping at every inch of flesh, whispering about how he’d fill you up, how the two of you would make another son, and maybe a daughter too.

“I love you,” he said when the both of you had finished, your body’s sweating and tired on the couch, his smile devilishly crooked.

“I love you,” you replied back, sure your smile was crooked too.

[taegdcl1018]

3 Billion Dollars [Part 21] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing probably

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22} {part 23}

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A/N: So the ending is a little rushed, but it’s an okay chapter. LITERALLY ALL FLUFF. SO FLUFFY TODAY. I hate to say this, but the end is near. And I mean like the next chapter is the start of the end. Upside, chapter 23 is smut soooo. Sorry this took a while to update, I just started school and it’s already making me cry. I love feedback on everything, my inbox is open!!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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“I kinda hate to break it to you Ji Yong,” you say, a weak joking smile forcing it’s way on your face. “I kinda have to marry you even if I say no.”

“I know,” he says. You watch as his cheeks turn different shades of red, each darker than the last. Your awkward smile falls, and quickly a small sincere smile softly spreads on your face. He looks down at the ground. “I mean it a bit differently.”

You smile down at him. After taking a second, silently fighting the anxiety, he looks back up at you. His eyes meet your sincere and patient ones. Instantly, he feels his body relax. Although his mind is still spinning, you manage to dissipate some of his anxious thoughts. You slowly lower yourself onto the ground, adjusting the bottom of your dress before sitting down. Ji Yong slowly falls from his kneeling position, settling into a more comfortable one.

“I know that it might not have been your choice at the start,” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Or now, being that I won’t let you go. But I want to kinda give you that option. I want you to have all the traditional stuff that people like me normally don’t get.” You watch as he lets out a sigh. “I know you probably don’t want to live your life in this, and I don’t know I guess this was my way of changing that. It kinda makes things a little more normal.”

You feel a soft smile spring onto your face and bounce off as soon as it comes on. Ji Yong’s fingers play with the small velvety box. His nimble fingers quickly spidering around the edges of the box, spinning it in his hand. “Ji Yong,” you say, grabbing his attention. He looks up at you. “Thank you. Although I have been taking care of myself and others while you were… gone.” Ji Yong gave you a slight smile, taking note that his absence still irritates you a bit. “The change and differences are still a bit scary, and I appreciate that you’re making things a bit more comfortable for me.”

You watch as his wide gummy smile quickly blooms on his face. He bows his head, giving a quick sign to show his gratitude to you. “Anything for you princess,” he says. “Always.”

He extends his hand, offering it out to you. You give a small glance before placing your hand in his. You smile at him as he guides your hand, moving you towards him. You slightly get up, and awkwardly, you shift your position and sit with him. With your right hand in his, you cuddle up with him. Your back against his chest, with Ji Yong playing aimlessly with your fingers. Slowly, an aimless conversation starts to pick up between you two.

“I’ve been thinking about setting someone up with Seungri,” Ji Yong says. You smile towards Ji Yong’s antics. Ji Yong’s callously padded thumbs pattern light circles and triangles on the back of your hand. The soothing gesture lowing and disintegrating any left over awkward tension.

“I think he’ll be fine,” you say, a light smile and a small chuckle coming out as well. Ji Yong nods his head. The running and splashing of water filled in the cracks of the conversation. “He probably will be,” Ji Yong agrees. “Only if he doesn’t stop messing around with so many girls at once.”

You scoff at him. “If I remember high school correctly, you had swarms of girls around you.”

Ji Yong chuckles at the memory. “What can I say,” he says, a cocky smirk on his face. “Ladies love a bad boy.”

You turn your head to face him. Your eyebrows were raised, your mouth opened in shock. He gives you a teasing smile. You lightly smack his chest and give him a smile. “You ass.”

“You love it,” he says. “Don’t lie.” You roll your eyes at him and turn back to the waterfall. You rest yourself back into his chest, Ji Yong still holding your right hand. “Seriously though,” Ji Yong says. “What if we arrange a marriage for him?”

“That might not be a good idea,” you counter. Ji Yong’s fingers swirl around yours, mindlessly playing. “She might be the right girl, but not every girl falls for a bad guy. AND not every girl can or will tolerate with the mafia.”

“You’re not wrong there,” he agrees. Ji Yong lets your hand go for a moment. You feel his fingers come up to the side of your face. They slide against your soft skin, lightly pushing back hair behind your ear. “You like it right?” You hear him ask.

Nodding your head, you reply, “yeah.”

“You don’t just tolerate it right?” He asks again. You turn back to face him. He showcases his curiosity and slight insecurity in his face. “You don’t hate or dislike this lifestyle? You don’t have to love it, hell I don’t most of the time, but the last thing I want is for you to continue living your life in a place you tolerate.”

“Ji Yong,” you coo. “It’s okay. I don’t really hate this place. Yes, it’s not exactly… ideal for living a long life, but it’s okay. I have you, the boys, and it’s kinda growing on me.” Ji Yong perks up, excited at this. “I don’t love it, but I don’t exactly hate it and I don’t really tolerate it?” You explain beginning to get confused at your own words. “Do you get it?”

“I think so,” he said. He smiled at you. “You don’t exactly mind it, right?”

You nodded, confirming his much simpler version of it. It feels weird looking back at everything that’s happened. Finding out about Ji Yong and all that. The whole situation seems ridiculous in itself, but at this point, there’s no leaving this. Plus, you don’t wanna leave Ji Yong. He’s kinda been your first for everything. Well, almost everything.

“Flynn’s been quiet.” Ji Yong’s long fingers stop playing with your hand. “It’s been awhile since the last time we saw him.”

“To be fair we killed about a hundred of his men.” Your eyes widen slightly at his casual tone. He felt you stiffen in his lap, giving a small apology and rubbing small circles on your back for comfort. “It’ll take time for him to come back from that.” Ji Yong acknowledged. “Although it is time to worry about him and after the stunt he pulled with you, I’m more than willing to end this.”

You furrow your eyebrows, unsure of what he means. “How?” You ask, turning around to face him. “How do you stop it?”

He let out a bit of a sigh. “You're not gonna like the answer,” he admits. You raise your eyebrows at him. His lips press together tightly, before letting out a long breath. “To fully end this,” you eye him innocently. “I have to kill him.”

Your eyes go wide for a second. His bluntness towards murder still irks you. You look away from him, clearly conflicted on the situation. The moral and rationalizing side of you says killing Flynn is wrong. Although, you know for a fact that if given the chance, Flynn would kill Ji Yong in a heartbeat. Plus, he’s not the same person he used to be, and neither are you. You take a deep breath and go back to leaning against Ji Yong. You close your eyes, letting your head tip back onto his shoulder.

“Stay safe,” you whisper. You feel his lips press lightly to the side of your face, just missing your ear. He pulls away, letting his lips stay near you for a second. “Your wish is my command.”

You feel a small smile tug on your face. You stay like that for a little. You let the comfort of being around Ji Yong wash away your worries and nerves. The sound of rushing and spilling water fills the silence. You just relax there with him, letting the water carry all your nerves away.

You hear Ji Yong let out a light chuckle. You turn around to face him, a confused look on your face. He smiles at you. His laid back happy smile causing one to spread on your face. You adjust on his lap, turning around completely so that your straddle his thighs. Watches in slight amusement as you awkwardly move your legs. You look up at him, your face close to his.

“What’s so funny?” you ask him. He continues to smile at you, staring at you lovingly. He kisses the tip of your nose. “You know,” he says. “You never answered my proposal.”

Your eyes go wide, realizing he was right. He chuckles once again and kisses your cheek. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll just ask you again and again till you say yes.”

You let a small smile jump onto your lips. He smirks, leaning back and letting his hands support his weight. “Well then,” a sly smirk sliding onto his face. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”

You smiled at him and shrugged. “Sure, I’ll marry you.”

His smile dropped into a frown. He gave you an irritated groan, sitting up right. “Noooooo,” he whined. “You have to actually say yes.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, a smile sliding onto your face. “Okay,” you comply. “Yes Kwon Ji Yong, I’d love to marry you.” You say, sealing the deal with a kiss on his nose.

He grabs your cheek before you can lean away, gently leading you back to him. His lips press against yours, kissing you passionately. Your eyes widen but then slowly close, responding to the kiss. You pull away after a few seconds, needing to catch your breath. He stares at you, pushing your hair back behind your ear. You feel your cheeks heat up, looking away from him. You awkwardly rest your head on his chest, bending at an awkward angle.

“It’s probably time we get back home,” Ji Yong says, a hand running through your hair. You pull away from his chest and nod your head. You get up from his lap, brushing off any dirt from your dress as Ji Yong stands. He takes your hand and together you walk away from the waterfall.

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[the-hufflepuff-dramatist]

just found your blog and i love all the fluff you write. can i request g dragon fluff with number 4 and 6 please?

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’m so happy you enjoy my writing! Please feel free to request again!

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 840

Drabble Challenge Prompts

4. I’m too sober for this.

6. I need a place to stay.

Midnight was about the time you gave up all hope of Jiyong coming over for movie night. Movie night was a monthly thing you two did whenever he wasn’t touring. Him being a famous idol made it hard for you to see your best friend, and when he got a girlfriend it became even harder. She hated you, and if you were being honest you hated her. Not because of something cliché like you liked him or anything, simply because you saw right through her. You knew she was only using him for fame, just like the two girls Jiyong had dated before her. Despite how much she hated you and didn’t want him to be around you, Jiyong had always managed to make it for movie night, until tonight. 

You sighed and started cleaning up the snacks you had set out earlier. Just as you got up to carry the snacks to the kitchen, there was a knock on your door. You set the snacks back down and walked over to the door, wondering who could possibly be knocking on your door at this hour. You opened it to reveal Jiyong. 

“Jiyong? What are you doing here?” He pushed past you and walked inside your apartment, which was a normal occurrence really and didn’t bother you much. 

“I need a place to stay,” he said, instead of answering your question. You closed the door and watch as he walked over to the living room. 

“Alright, well you know you can stay here, but can I ask why?” Before he could answer, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and groaned. He turned it off then threw it onto the couch and fell back into a chair, his chair. He always sat there when he came over. 

“I’m too sober for this.” Instead of pressing him to answer your question, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You opened it then carried it out to Jiyong, who took it gratefully. You sat on the couch beside his chair. 

“So, what happened?” 

“Well, you were right.” He laughed bitterly and took a sip of his beer. “She was using me the entire time. In fact, our whole relationship was based on some bet she had with her friend. And she still wants to be friends.” 

“I told you so.”

“Shut up, (Y/N).” You only grinned in response. 

“Are you upset?”

‘No, not really. Well not about the breakup, it’s not like I was in love with her or anything. I’m just...done. I want someone who’s going to use me for my fame. Youngbae has a girl like that, why can’t I find someone like that? I mean, what is this? The third girl?”

“Yup, and I called all three. You should listen to me more often.” 

“Whatever.” You decided to stop teasing him and try to actually help him feel at least a little better. 

“Jiyong, you know there’s someone out there for you. You just have to find them. They’ll be someone who actually falls for you, not your fame. Your crazy, wonderful, absolutely insane self.”

“Thanks (Y/N),” he deadpanned. 

“It is my job as your best friend to tell you the truth, and as much as I love you and think you’re amazing, I also know you’re weird as hell and completely insane.” You received no response, and you decided not to press for one. 

“God, where’s the girl like you (Y/N)? The girl I’ve known forever who’s into me for me? The girl who’s like you...but not you.” 

“Gee thanks.”

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You’re like a sister to me, that would be weird.” “I completely agree, I’m just messing with you. Plus, you’re too weird, I don’t want to date you.” He rolled his eyes at you and you grinned. “So since you’re staying the night, and neither of us have to work in the morning, is movie night still on?”

“Movie night is still on.” You threw your fist into the air and cheered. Jiyong stared at you. “You’re so freaking weird.”

“So are you G-Dragon,” you said, putting unneeded emphasis on his stage name which earned you a playful shove. “So, movie night! You can do the honors of picking the first movie.” He got up and looked through your extensive movie collection before picking an action movie that you know you watched last movie night, causing you to groan. “We watched that last time.” “You told me I could pick the movie so I did.”

“Fine, but I’m picking Guys and Dolls next and I’m going to sing along to all the songs and you can’t get mad.” He groaned but agreed, then sat beside you. You turned and put your feet in his lap, earning an insulted look from him. You only smiled back and he just rolled his eyes then turned to the movie. 

You grinned and did the same, happy to have your best friend back.

[clean-waterr]

Cello Girl || G Dragon one shot

From my mini one shot collection on Wattpad and Archive Of Our Own 

Word count: >600

It was not rare for Jiyong to be taken over by stress. His brain would feel too small for his skull and his beard would grow out until his bandmates started pointing it out. Their teasing was enough to get him to shave it off.

Jiyong had a place to go when stress made his brain explode; a small theatre not far from the dorm. Once a week a young girl would go on stage, sitting under the huge round light with her cello. She would play her heart out and she would go none stop for thirty minutes. He would sit in the back even when there were little to no other people in the small room.

It was another one of his bad days when he entered the theatre, freshly shaved because Daesung had been kind enough to point out how greatly Jiyong's chin and cheeks resembled a hedgehog's back. He sat down at the very back, this time all alone in the room with the girl on stage. Her hair was different today. She had cut it short. Jiyong focused on the sharp edges as they bounced at the slightest move of her head. Jiyong closed his eyes and let the music enter his ears, calming his stressed mind. He sighed, smiling.

It ended all too soon as always. Jiyong stayed seated for a few moments. He pushed himself up and slouched out of the theatre. He threw a cigarette between his lips and fished the lighter out of his back pocket.

"Can I borrow that?" Jiyong looked around to find a girl with a cello case standing next to him. He recognised the perky cheeks and the sharp haircut. He handed her the lighter. "What's a superstar like you doing at my shows so regularly?" The smoke left her body through her nostrils and Jiyong stared for a second.

"Stress." She nodded understandingly. "You're really good. It's a shame that not a lot of people get to hear that."

"It's fine. I just enjoy playing. I'm glad you come, though. Thank you." She smiled up at Jiyong, wondering what he'd say if she asked him back to her place. She found his answer quite pleasing.

"So this is how you live. I was wondering about that, you know." She smiled at Jiyong, who was walking around her small flat, admiring the wall decorations. "I- You make me wonder..." Her eyes sparkled, making Jiyong hold eye contact very intensely. "You make me wonder about many things... Calm things. You fill my brain with calm things... Like what kind shampoo you use or the colour of your bedsheets. I like that." She raised her eyebrows. "I wonder about your name too."

"Alice. Alice Claire Turner." Jiyong's smile grew wider and Alice couldn't take her eyes off of the man, five years older, richer, more successful, beautiful as the strings of her cello, vibrating from her touch.

"Alice Claire Turner." He tasted the name on his lips, enjoying the sweetness that it gave off on his wet lips, much like her smile did. She tilted her head in the cutest of ways. Jiyong found it hard not to push aside the two-metre gap between them and bring his lips quite close to hers, so unmistakenly close.

"Okay," Alice breathed out in surprise as if she had been holding her breath. She reached up to kiss him and she felt how much he had needed her to do that. She felt how much it calmed him. She felt how much he wanted her to ask him to stay the night. She felt how much they should probably do this again next week.

She felt how much she wanted to let him.

[litheclouds]

An IU x GD: Romeo and Juliet ganster au

[jiyongisbae]

Star-Crossed

STORY #2

First Chapter Released: 19th June!!

Plot: Set in the Medieval Times of old, A Princess and the Son of a Blacksmith grow up together under the care of the Princess’ servants. All the while her parents bicker and attempt to rule the kingdom and keep their marriage from falling apart. However, when she is finally forced to take upon her responsibilities as Princess her friendship with the poor boy is broken piece by piece.

Genre: Period Drama, Romance.

Rating: Mature Audiences.

STARRING

Princess Cara

Kwon Jiyong

Dong Youngbae/ Prince Taeyang

Lee Chaerin

Jennie Kim

T.O.P

[bittersweetmigraine]

what if we never met? (chapter 1)

Author's note: I'm late. Very, very late, I know. And I don't have any excuses. When I had time to write, I wasn't inspired and when I was busy, I was too busy to think of a storyline. But tonight, as I realized some stuff about my personal life and what I want for myself, I got inspired so here you go. Idk whether this will become a series or not, but I'll try my best. I hope you enjoy and please give me some feedback! summary: y/n is one of the girls of the Moulin Rouge, the famous cabaret/brothel of the eighteenth arrondissement of the City of Lights, Paris. Once she steps foot inside she becomes Lola. Lola is a prositute. Lola is seductive and charming and she gets what she wants. Lola is fearless. But once she meets someone who makes her want to drop all pretense, her identity and entire life are threatened in the name of love.

“Every week. Same day. Same time. I swear, what is it that she's got between her legs that make men like that come back for her.” Bitterness dripping from the older woman’s tongue as she looked over at the man wearing couture sitting in one of the red velvet chairs that decorated the entrance of the Moulin Rouge. It was already the third week in a row that he came. Same day, same time, every time. He’d wait for her in the hall and stand straight up as soon as he caught a glimpse of her. She had become like a drug he couldn’t quit. But today was different. Today he had been waiting for almost half an hour and she wasn’t coming out to greet him. Finally he saw a large man marching out of the room she used most of the time, a grin on his face and his fly still down. It took a couple minutes for her to come out as well and what he saw made his blood boil. He knew of her situation. He knew what she did for a living. He knew that the cabaret was only a facade for what was going on backstage, for what men of his stature paid good money for. And just thinking about it made his stomach churn. Just thinking of another man's hands on her body made his hands turn into fists as his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand. He couldn't bare the thought of it and yet, there was nothing he could do. He knew that she simply couldn't be his and yet the thought of her being with another man tortured him. The thought of her being with a man that didn't respect her kept him up at night. Because he could give her all she ever needed, but his world was far from hers. And as they collided on that one afternoon, he realized that was simply a twisted turn of fate. Like the universe telling him “you own everything a man could ever ask for but you'll never be able to get what you really want. Sucks, right?”. He got up as soon as he saw her and marched in her direction, cupping her face with his hands, his thumb slightly brushing over her bruised cheek. “I will kill the fool who did that to you.” he said, venom dripping from his every word. She tried to put up a brave face, a weak smile appearing on her face as she brought her hands up to his wrists. She looked up, her eyes meeting up with his and she could see the hurt and anger in his brown eyes and her heart was hurting at the thought she was the one who brought him so much pain. And she hated herself for it. “Don't. It's not worth it. I'm not wor-” he placed his index finger over her mouth, shutting her up. “Don't you ever dare say you're not worth it.” Her breath caught in her throat. “Got it? Don't you ever dare say that.” She nodded slowly, still staring deeply into his eyes. He sighed, both relieved she agreed and hurt that she could ever think that of herself. His hands came back to his side and her gaze diverted towards the group of women gossiping about them. “Let's go somewhere more private.” she whispered to him as he nodded and she took his hand, leading him to a private room they had never been to before. As he entered, he noticed the table in the middle of the room, dressed with multiple items of food and a bottle of champagne. The bottle looked cheap and the velvet walls made him feel slightly suffocated, but he kept it to himself, putting up a front for her sake. “What is all this?” he asked, both surprised and touched at the attention. She tried getting her composure back as she turned around, motioning for him to sit down and he did so. “Well I talked to my boss and told her I had this special client who liked to pay for my time in order to actually talk to me.” she said as she sat down in front of him. “She actually laughed in my face, absolutely certain I was joking.” a chuckle escaped his mouth as he picked up the bottle of champagne and opened it. She looked surprised a man of his stature would even think to reach for the bottle instead of waiting for someone else to open it for him, but she moved on and continued with her story. “When I described her to you, she instantly knew who I was talking about. You're quite the talk of the town, you know?” A gentle smile appeared on his face as he poured both of them some champagne. “Anyway, she likes me and I'm one of her best employees so she agreed to do me this one favor and let me prepare all of this for you. Free of charge.” he looked up at her as he put down the bottle he had in his hand. Her best employee. He knew what that meant. She was young and pretty. Her skin was smooth like silk and her voice sweet like honey. Being her boss' best employee meant she was the one bringing in the most profit. And that thought had his hands tighten into fists, his knuckles turning white. Still, he forced himself to put on a smile, trying to forget what being in her line of work really meant. “Are you sure? You know I don't min-” she was the one shushing him this time, just like he did her earlier. “My treat. I feel like you've done so much for me already, I just want to return the favor a little.” she picked up her glass and put in up in the air in front of her, the sparkly liquid reflecting the pure and innocent glow emanating from her. “Let's just enjoy this moment, alright?” Her cheerful voice resonated in his ear and he nodded as the clink of their glasses was heard in the almost empty room. He took a sip of the clear liquid and as the bubbles hit his tongue, a smile appeared on his lips. He was a man who could have anything. Anyone, really. He couldn't step outside of his house without paparazzi's taking his picture and he had to take both the subway, a taxi and go through some back-alleys to lose them in order to enter the Moulin Rouge. And yet, fate had it that he'd fall for the one person he wasn't allowed to want. The one person he wasn't allowed to have for himself. The one person he wasn't allowed to call his. Because no matter how much money he gave her or her boss, they'd never let her leave. Not before her time was over. Not before the customers stopped lining up asking for the new girl. And then again, they'd probably have her work somewhere else in the cabaret. They'd probably have her become one of those bitter women who liked to gossip more than do their actual job. Those same women who worked behind the scenes because they weren't the main attraction anymore. It was hard getting out of that business. Especially when it was running as smoothly as the Moulin Rouge was. They talked about little things. From the name of her first pet to the streets in which he used to play football with his friends, back home. Back home. That thought hit him suddenly. He'd been in town for way too long already, delaying his return because of her. He'd been telling his company that on top of the multiple fashion shows he had to attend, Paris was simply being a source of inspiration to him and he couldn't go home quite yet before he'd seen everything through. But he was needed back home. People were starting to talk and in South Korea, it was never good when people started to talk. Because soon enough, from rumors came facts and from those facts emerged enraged fans protesting to the whole wide world just to have him burnt at the stake. He put his glass down, sighing deeply before he looked back up at her, at her smiling face and his heart broke in million pieces when he realized he has to rob her of that happiness. “I have to... I have to leave the country. Go back to Korea.” She took a sip of her glass, clearly breathing a lot slower than just a few seconds ago. He could see her chest, slowly going up and hardly going down, her breath catching in her throat. She put her glass down shakily, a few droplets of the champagne escaping from her glass and ruining the table cloth. She took her napkin from her lap and started to rub at the wet spot, determined to rub it out of existence. "When?" was all she managed to say at once. He sighed, reaching for her hand as she pulled it away, returning to her cleaning. "Tomorrow morning." Her hand stopped moving. She stared at her fingers trembling for a few seconds before she got up all of a sudden, straightening her dress. And then her face froze. From the sweet and genuine expression he had seen all day, she went back to Lola. She went back to the persona she had created. She hid behind the shield she had built to protect herself from this wretched world she had become a part of. "Then I guess you better get going." is all she said before she headed for the entrance. In a second, she was past the heavy velvet curtain that had separated them from the outside world and without stopping to think about it, Jiyong ran after her. He caught up with her as she was passing the same red velvet chair he had been sitting in just hours earlier. Grabbing her by the arm, he turned her around. Her face was cold, but her eyes were filled with tears threatening to fall. His hand came up to cup her cheek and this time she didn't flinch, getting accustomed to his touch. She slightly leaned in to his touch and a warm smile spread across his face, trying to appear more confident than he actually was. "I know your name isn't Lola. I know she's just a persona you've created yourself because it helps you cope." She closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek, crashing against his hand. "So please. Please tell me your real name." Her eyes slowly opened and she stared straight at him. She was so fiercely looking straight into his eyes and yet he could see that she had never been more vulnerable. She searched his face for a sign, any sign that assured her it was okay to bare it all to this man she met only three weeks ago and he smiled that half-smile that made her fingertips tingle and her chest feel warm. And she finally let go. "(y/n). My name is (y/n)." He brought her to him, keeping her close to his chest, so close she could hear his heart play a steady tone into her ear. "(y/n). Such a pretty name." Such a pretty name for such an innocent girl, he thought. His hands ran down her arms and he took her hands in his. He stared into her eyes and without giving it much thought, without filtering his feelings, he blurted it out. He blurted out an empty promise that he so desperately wanted to fulfill. He let his heart take control. "Run away with me." are the last words he uttered before he heard a loud crack and he started feeling dizzy. He felt his body fall to the floor and before he lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was her voice, screaming in French at the men who were dragging him away. And then it all went to black.

[moonchild-rise]

Acquiesce Chapter Twelve: Interlude

ao3/aff

[unadulteratedfandomtrash]

Kim Seokjin x Reader ~ The Big Secret  [Part 2]

[My BTS Masterlist]

A/N: Please note that this story is not trying to insinuate that any of the members would/do act like they do in my writing; this is all fictional and coming from my imagination. Also, this story does not strictly follow the timeline or realistic details.

I apologize for any plot holes; I’m pretty sure there are quite a few, but I’ve been very busy with personal issues to write, so I wrote this all in one sitting! I’ll try to comb through it all later to fix any issues. Feel free to let me know if you spot any contradicting details or grammar/spelling issues.

Word Count: 3505

The door behind Jin opens and within that very second, a young woman leaps onto the man in question, all four limbs wrapping around the man in question. Six pairs of eyes pop out of their respective heads, blinking rapidly as if the action will aid them in understanding the events currently taking place.

“Oh! You brought your friends with you,” the young woman remarks, pulling back her face, which was nuzzled into Jin’s shoulder. She releases her grip and straightens out her clothes before waving in all the men standing at her doorstep. “Please, come in. I apologize for the mess, but my brother was in a hurry this morning and left all his belongings scattered about; my own schedule has been hectic, so there hasn’t been any time to clean up after him.”

Now, as the six Bangtan boys stand in the apartment with wide eyes, their jaws dropping in further emphasis of their shock. The living room has heaps of clothes and shoes from designer brands draped all over the furniture, recording and producing equipment pushed up against the furthest wall, piles of expensive jewelry scattered on the coffee table, and several boxes filled with a diverse selection of cosmetics pushed beneath said coffee table.

Taehyung is the first to move while the others remain fixated on the priceless items in the room. He wanders carefully past the jewelry-covered table and stops to admire the numerous glass frames hung up on the wall. The very first design catches his attention; a metallic-silver background— most of its surface is covered by five signatures— accentuates a shiny blue logo that the young idol is very familiar with.

“OH MY GOSH, IS THAT A SIGNED ALIVE ALBUM?! WAIT! THERE’S ONE FOR EVERY ALBUM BIGBANG HAS RELEASED, AND THEY’RE ALL SIGNED!!”

This shout of excitement has everyone’s head snapping to look over at Taehyung, who is nearly crying tears of joy as his eyes rake over all the signed album covers hung up on the walls. Jungkook and Jimin run up to join their friend in admiring the displayed collection.

By now, Jin has disappeared into the kitchen and started to brew tea for all the members and his mysterious female friend. When the broad-shouldered idol returns, he and the young woman beside him are met with expectant glares from the rest of Bangtan’s hyung line— mainly Yoongi.

“Who the h-”

“What I think Yoongi-Hyung is trying to ask,” interrupts Namjoon, who has the group’s image in mind; he worries over the possibility of the woman before him recalling Yoongi’s brash words in the near future to fuel the beginnings of a scandalous article, “is: ‘Who are you?’” A timid, dimpled smile stretches across the leader’s lips as he waits patiently for a response. He nearly breaks into a nervous sweat when his hyung and the woman look at each other, a silent conversation taking place between the two.

“I’m Seokjin’s girlfriend and childhood bestie, Kwon (Y/n). It’s very nice to finally meet you all!”

Namjoon nearly faints. 

The expensive paraphernalia lying around in the room and the albums on the wall suddenly makes sense. This apartment does not belong to just anybody. This apartment must belong to Kwon (Y/n), as in Kwon Jiyong’s sister.

Of course, Namjoon cannot prove such a presumptuous statement without actually asking (Y/n) herself, but he has a strong suspicion that his assumption is true. Sure, the surname “Kwon” is fairly common, but there have been articles in the past hinting that G-Dragon, one of the biggest stars in the Kpop and fashion industries, has two sisters; the details were extremely vague.

He feels awkward wanting to confirm her relation to the famous Kwon Jiyong. There is no indication the other members are connecting the dots, but Namjoon wants answers. He walked all the way out to this building in the cold clad in only pajamas and a fuzzy Ryan robe, gave away his ID to a young security guard he just met, and experienced second-hand embarrassment thanks to his fellow group members; Hoseok will be met with a lot of trouble if the trip proves to be pointless.

“So…um…Ms. Kwon, are you-”

The jingling of keys, followed by the unnerving creaking of the front door swinging open, interrupts the rapper mid-question.

“Ah, Jiyong-Hyung, you’re back,” Jin greets, rushing over to the door to assist the man in question with the many bags in his hands.

This time, nearly all of the Bangtan boys faint.

“Of course. What kind of brother would I be if I worked all day during my little sister’s birthday?”

“A horrible one,” (Y/n) pipes up. She sets down her mug of tea before running over to Jiyong to pull him into a tight embrace. “Thank you, Ji-Ji-Oppa~”

“Yah, stop calling me that! I’m not that stupid cartoon cat.”

“First of all, no! Secondly, he is not stupid. Jiji is very caring and cute. And thirdly, it’s not a cartoon!”

Sensing the awkward stares, the two siblings turn to face their audience of six stunned men. Jiyong is the first to step up and greet them, commenting on their music after introducing himself. Each BTS member stumbles over their words, finding it extremely difficult to speak to the man who is a member of their favorite group— their idol.

After shaking hands with BIGBANG’s leader, Taehyung grasps his wrist while staring at his hand, mouth gaping in shock. He mumbles something about not washing or using that hand ever again, but nobody pays any mind to his reaction. 

“Wait a second… If you’re here to celebrate her birthday,” Hoseok comments, brows furrowed in confusion as he points an accusing finger at Jin, “then why did you bring a copy of our routine with you?”

“I was going to go over the choreography with Seokjinnie-Oppa a few times before dinner. He’s already got most of it down, so I’m mainly observing and pointing out any possible adjustments he needs to make. Since I wasn’t expecting my brother to be home so early, I haven’t gotten dinner started.”

“For the last time, I want to cook for you!” Though Jin sounds beyond irritated, his eyes show nothing but pure admiration for the woman before him. His friends are very familiar with Jin’s caring actions and are not surprised that this behavior is more prevalent when the man is around his girlfriend. “You should just relax for your birthday. I want to take care of you. You’re already helping me with the dance moves.”

“How about you both focus on the routine and let observe,” Jiyong suggests with a smirk. “I rarely get to see her dance anymore, so it’d be nice to watch and see if lil’ sis is as good as she claims to be these days.”

Bottom lip pursing into a pout, (Y/n) snaps back with a witty remark. The two bicker for quite some time until Jin ushers them both down the hall into a spare bedroom that had been refurbished into a dance studio; the rest of BTS follow their hyung, curious to witness Jin’s secret girlfriend’s dancing skills while also spending more time in the same room as G-Dragon himself.

Once (Y/n) refreshes her memory and cues the soundtrack, her expression changes drastically. In place of her usual bubbly personality, a stoicism that very few people can pull off, while maintaining a natural swagger, replaces her wide smile and bright, wide eyes. Her limbs move freely in the air, gliding in sync with the music without missing a beat, Jin watching and mimicking her movements at her side all the while. 

The dance line watches silently, impressed with what is taking place before their very eyes; Hoseok now has a very good reason as to why his friend has suddenly been improving during their practice sessions.

Jungkook has his gaze trained on (Y/n) when a sudden thought pops into his mind. His head slowly turns until he spots Yoongi leaning against the wall; the eldest rapper’s demeanor is practically identical to the persona (Y/n) is currently maintaining. A mischievous smirk stretches across his lips, but the maknae chooses to remain silent, for now.

Once the routine is over, Jiyong is the first to applaud the couple, giving out exaggerated compliments to which his sister responds by slapping him. She taunts Jiyong, daring him to provide a better performance, but he argues back with an obvious fact: he is unfamiliar with the choreography, unlike her.

“Fine,” (Y/n) states with a smirk, “BIGBANG it is then.”

“What?”

“You said it yourself, Ji-Ji. You don’t know the routine. It would be unfair of me to challenge you with that song, so we’ll dance to one of your group’s songs instead. Might I suggest ‘Bang Bang Bang?’”

“But that requires a total of five people.” The idol fights back a smirk, desperate to hide the embarrassing fact that he has long since forgotten majority of the choreography for the song in question. He only remembers the basic moves, since the group never really stuck to the dance routine when performing on-stage; the energy in the building always left them running around across the stage and interacting with the fans. “I am just one person, (Y/n). I am physically unable to perform Youngbae, Seunghyun-hyung, Sengri, and Daesung’s parts at the same time.”

“You worry too much, Oppa~”

The smile on (Y/n)’s face leaves a dreading feeling within the pit of Jiyong’s stomach. Ever since they were young children, her lips would curl up into the same mischievous smile whenever her brain starts scheming. Some things never change… 

“From what Seokjin has told me, the boys are huge fans of your music,” the young woman informs her sibling while gesturing to the idols in question. “I’m pretty sure that at least their dance line knows the choreography for all your songs.”

Upon hearing her statement, the dance line blushes and directs their gaze to the laminated floors, but a pair of colorful slippers enter their line of vision, prompting them to look back up to find (Y/n) standing before them. She gently grabs Jimin and Jungkook’s hands, pleading for them to convince the others to agree to participate in her challenge against Jiyong; Hoseok readily agrees without hesitation, but the two shyer dancers need more convincing before dancing in front of their sunbaenim and possibly humiliating themselves. 

“I can dance instead of Jungkook,” Taehyung offers, his boxy smile stretching across his face. He continues to suggest taking Jungkoook’s place, since the vocalist is also very familiar with BIGBANG’s dance routines, but his main goal is to push the maknae into overcoming his nervousness and agreeing. And if Jungkook agrees to dance, Jimin will follow suit. “I was dancing to ‘Bang Bang Bang’ just last week, so it’s still very fresh in my memory. Jungkook only-”

“I’ll do it!” Jungkook’s sudden outburst startles Taehyung, but the 95-liner is quick to recompose. He shrugs his shoulders and backs down from the urge to whine about not being able to dance with G-Dragon, since a small part of him was hoping Jungkook would refuse. Either way, he is proud of Jungkook for stepping out of his comfort zone.

“Yes!! It’s settled then! Seokjinnie-Oppa, could you pull up the song for use please? Thank you~” 

With their positions assigned and music blaring through the speakers, they begin to dance. Jimin quickly snatches up Taeyang’s position, leaving Jungkook to begrudgingly take T.O.P.’s position as Hoseok politely insists for (Y/n) to choose which member’s she would like to dance in place of; (Y/n) ends up choosing Daesung’s part.

From the sidelines on the far end of the room, Namjoon and the rest of his group members cheer on their peers, who execute the dance routine perfectly without a single mishap.

“Yeeeaaah,” Taehyung screams excitedly while jumping around. His deep voice rivals the loud music as he shouts along to the lyrics. “Bang, bang, bang, let the bass drum roll!!”

Once the song comes to an end, cheering and clapping echo throughout the room. The three members who took part in dancing alongside the siblings turn to bow, thanking them for the opportunity.

“No, no! There’s no need for that! I was the one who invited you to dance. If anything, I should be thanking you for agreeing!” 

“You’re so talented, Noona,” the dance line remarks with bright smiles on their faces. 

“Ahh, no, no,” she shakes her head in denial, shyly smiling as blood rushes up to her cheeks. “I’m not that good. I’m mostly self-taught.”

“What are you going on about?” Interrupting her rebuttal, Jiyong throws his arms over his sister’s shoulders, effectively restraining her in a tight embrace. He shoots her a warning look before addressing his guests with a proud smirk. “Don’t listen to this idiot. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. For your information, (Y/n) is one of YG Entertainment’s top secret choreographers. You boys have already seen several routines she’s choreographed without knowing it; ‘Bang Bang Bang’ and ‘Fantastic Baby’ are two of her co-creations.” 

If it were physically possible for the human eye to suddenly transform into hearts, such would be happening right this minute. The Bangtan boys are starstruck at the information Jiyong has just revealed to them.

Questions practically fly out of their mouths as the seven boys direct their curiosity at the Kwon siblings. Several dance-related inquiries are directed at (Y/n), who gladly answers each question with a smile, while the rappers focus on learning music production tips from Jiyong. However, while his friends are distracted, Hoseok slips over to the corner of the room where his hyung is seated by a laptop and set of speakers.

“Hey, hyung,” Hoseok greets quietly, his feet shuffling around anxiously. When Jin looks up at his fellow group member, he finds that the dancer’s eyes are looking at anything but his own. “I’m sorry for being nosy and dragging everyone out to see what you were up to. It was none of our business, and following you out here was really rude.”

A long silence follows Hoseok’s apology, scaring the dancer. He was worried about Jin’s reaction while waking over to him, but now that he has expressed his regrets, a weight has been lifted off his chest.

“I would be lying if I were to say that I’m not disappointed in you,” Jin admits with a sigh, lifting his head to meet Hoseok’s gaze before turning to watch (Y/n) and Jiyong interact with the rest of BTS; the smiles on all their faces prompt a small smile to tug at his own lips, “but I’m glad you came to apologize. You can apologize to Jiyong-Hyung and (Y/n) later, but right now, you can help me with dinner as part of your punishment.”

“Taa-daaa~”

Jubilant cheers erupt in the dining room as Jin directs his blindfolded girlfriend into her seat at the head of the table. Once the fabric slips away from her face, the crowd of men in the apartment burst into song, wishing the young woman a happy birthday. 

“Saeng-il chukahamnida! Saeng-il chukahamnida! Saranghaneun-”

Loud knocking interrupts the cheerful song, confusing nearly everybody in the room, but Jiyong dismisses the odd expressions as he stands to get the door. The individuals at the door, once again, nearly causes the Bangtan boys to faint. The rest of BIGBANG enters the apartment, stopping to hug (Y/n) as she darts over to the door to greet her friends.

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you were all busy?”

“Jiyong-Hyung texted us an hour ago to invite us to your little party since we managed to finish early,” Daesung explains, “He also asked us to bring your cake. He was going to get it himself, but since we were closer, we picked it up on the way over.”

Noticing his stunned dongsaengs doing nothing but staring with their mouths open, Jin steps forward to welcome the new guests. His casualness only shocks the boys more.

“Oh yeah,” (Y/n) exclaims happily, dragging the eldest rapper by the sleeve into the dining room, the young woman starts to introduce him to the younger idols. “Seunghyun-Oppa, these are Seokjin’s friends. They’re from the group Bangtan Sonyeondan!”

“You could’ve at least waited for us,” Youngbae playfully teases, sauntering into the room soon after. “We all want to meet them.”

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt skip. I wasn't sure how to end this segment, and after staring at my laptop screen for several weeks, I just decided to end it here and continue with a time skip.

Without realizing how much time has passed since the beginning of the celebration, the idols are taken aback when they gaze drunkenly at the clock hanging on the wall. Soon, the room is filled with commotion as all the artists scramble to gather their belongings in preparation to return back to their respective residences. 

“Where do you guys think you’re going?” With her hands on her hips, (Y/n) shakes her head disapprovingly at the bumbling mess of limbs before her. She waltzes over to the men and begins to pluck away their overcoats, returning the garments to the coat rack by the door. “None of you are driving or taking a taxi back tonight. Some of you are barely standing straight, and yes, I’m talking about you, Seunghyun. Now, sit down while I sort out everything.”

“I can take some of them home,” Seokjin offers. “I haven’t had any alcohol, and since I drove the SUV over, I can transport more people than if I were to take my other car.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you…”

“Well, I offered,” he counters with a smirk, “so I don’t see where the issue is. I can make one trip to drop off everyone in BIGBANG, then come back for Bangtan.”

Sighing in defeat, (Y/n) accepts her boyfriend’s proposition. She returns to the coat rack and slowly assists her brother’s friends with their outerwear as Jin escorts them one-by-one into the awaiting vehicle in the parking structure. 

“Thank you for the party, Jiyong-Oppa. Good night!”

“I love youuuuu~”

“Yes, yes, I love you too.”

Once all of BIGBANG has been transferred from her apartment to Jin’s car, (Y/n) jogs over to her office in search of a sticky note to jot down each member’s respective address. Illuminated by the moonlight pouring into the room through the open windows, the young woman decides to forgo turning on the lights during her hunt for the pad of paper.

Jin returns from the parking garage with all of BIGBANG buckled in and ready to return home only to find the living room empty as he steps back into the parking lot. A faint shuffling noise catches the man’s attention, leaving him to follow his ear while reluctantly entering deeper into the apartment. Despite having been dating (Y/n) for quite some time now, Jin remains hesitant when it comes to exploring his girlfriend’s apartment; he does not feel comfortable invading her privacy and feels as if he is overstepping unspoken boundaries by doing so.

“Where is it? I was using it just the other day…”

Frustrated whispers draw Jin’s attention to a room on his right, so he peeks his head through the threshold to watch as (Y/n) shove around her paperwork haphazardly. A mischievous plan pops into his head and, despite his better judgement, Jin quietly slips into the office to sneak up on his beloved. The darkness shrouds his presence perfectly, leaving the man to stealthily creep across the room without making a single sound.

“I could’ve sworn that I left it next to the laptop… Maybe I moved it back to the dra- Ahh!!”

Deft fingers dart out and make use of (Y/n)’s unawareness, tickling her sides without wavering as the young woman desperately squirms around. Several stacks of paper fall to the ground, followed by the loud thud of (Y/n) crashing into her office chair, but Jin persists with his attack.

“Seokjin, stop,” (Y/n) manages to gasp out between laughs. “It’s getting late and you still need to take everyone home.”

“Fine, but only because you’re right. I’ll continue this one day.” Jin backs away and allows the young woman to continue her search as he offers to turn on the lights. “You shouldn’t be looking around in the dark. You might get hurt on accident.”

Even though she insists on finding her sticky notes without any help, Jin flips on the light switch and immediately spots the item in question before (Y/n). He grabs the pad of paper with a smug smile, promptly sauntering over to his girlfriend in order to wave it before her eyes.

“See, I told,” he teases.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean. After all, I was the one who managed to help you out.”

Tearing off the first sheet with a pout, (Y/n) thrusts the list into Jin’s hands and proceeds to push the man out of her office; her blushing cheeks become more apparent, thanks to a certain idol’s antics.

“Just go take them home already!”

To Be Continued...  

(Only one more part left!)

[americannoona]

Dressing Zico:: Chapter Twenty-Two:: You’ve gotten yourself in an unlucky triangle (18+)

Things were breaking. Wood, glass, Ji-Yong, Zico. All I could do was lay there and listen. I tried to yell but it was no use. I tried to push the cloth out of my mouth but it didn’t work. Ji-Yong had apparently been a Boyscout because he knew his knots and I was going nowhere.

All of a sudden and for just a split second, there was a huge bang that I assumed was the door being slammed open and the breaking stopped. “Out now!” I heard Kim Hwan yell at the top of his lungs. It sounded like what you would think a giant mountain would sound like if it could yell at you. My first thought was, Oh eff! I’m naked! My second thought was, Oh eff! I’m tied to the bed! My third thought was, Oh fuck! Kim Hwan is going to be the one to release me! At least it wasn’t Kim Marco. I couldn’t have let that happen. I tried to think of someone quick that Kim Hwan could call to come and untie me but my mind went blank. I didn’t have any close female friends in Korea. That was sad. Then I thought of Jong. Hell no! There was no way he would untie me! The ruckus had resumed and now Kim Hwan was a part of it. I wished I could see what was happening! Soon both Ji-Yong and Zico were yelling at Hwan to let them go and there were no more punching noises. Their voices became more distant as they were being dragged from the room. The front door opened and I heard the two men being forcibly ejected. Then the door slammed and locked. I hope he let Ji-Yong get his clothes! “Miss Elizabeth?” Kim Hwan yelled from the just outside the bedroom door. “Mmm hmmm,” I muffled. He waited. “I’m going to come in and untie you. Okay? I didn’t want to scare you.” I could feel myself blush from my hair to my tippy toes. Damn you,Zico! As Hwan untied my knots, he talked to me. I think it was as much to ease his embarrassment as mine. “Don’t worry, Miss Elizabeth. The human body is a beautiful thing and you have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m not looking anywhere I’m not supposed to. I promise. My brother would cut out my eyes for me if I were to do something like that. I respect you too much to disrespect you in such a way.” He kept on this way until I was untied. If he had untied my mouth first, I could have told him to cover me with a blanket and then untie me. But he left my mouth for last. I didn’t know what to say. We were both uncomfortable and I didn’t know how to thank him so after I wrapped my comforter around myself, I hugged Kim Hwan and said thank you and sent him on his way. Then I surveyed the damage to my bedroom. Pretty much everything except me and the bed was broken or smashed. I was going to need a new dresser. And my mirror would need to be replaced. All of my perfume was destroyed. Not that I had anything expensive but it was nice. And Zico was going to pay for all of it! I went to find my phone and I sent Ji-Yong a text. Elizabeth: Oh my God Ji-Yong! I’m so sorry! What happened? Please don’t be angry with me! As soon as I hit send, I heard a buzzing coming from the bedroom. Oh no! I thought. I ran to the bedroom and looked around for the buzzing. I found the pile of Ji-Yong’s clothes in the corner and picked them up. His phone was in his pocket and the temptation to look through it was overwhelming. But I didn’t. Then it hit me! Where did Ji-Yong go without his clothes and his phone? Putting on a shirt and a pair of shorts I found in the rubble, I took his clothes and ran for the door. I didn’t know what else to do except talk to Kim Hwan about where Ji-Yong had gone. When I opened the door I found what would, on a normal day, have been a treat. But today it was more of a scary sadness. Ji-Yong looked up at me from the floor. He was still naked but now sported a lot of cuts and bruises. He was also sporting a very sour angry look and I couldn’t blame him. “Oh my God, Ji-Yong. I’m so sorry,” I started to say. He hurried off of the floor and pushed me back into the apartment. When we were in and he had closed the door, he turned to me and pulled me into him. His mouth mashed into mine and he kissed me like he never had before. He devoured me and I melted. I dropped his clothes and his phone made a thunk on the floor. He was holding me up as his kiss made me lose muscle control in my legs and I was leaning back into his arms. When his mouth left my mouth and began working on my neck, I tried to find my breath and I managed to get out, “You aren’t mad at me?” “Of course not,” he said against my neck. His hot breath on my wet skin finished off what strength I had left. “I’m mad at Zico. And that body guard of yours.” “No, don’t be mad at Kim Hwan,” I said as he continued his kisses down along my shoulder. “He was doing his job. He was protecting me.” “I could have handled it. He threw me out in the hallway naked. Zico laughed at me as he was leaving! Fucking Bastard!” He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes and held either side of my head with his soft hands. “Zico is going to pay for everything that he broke. I promise. He is going to pay for coming in here too. And I am going to pay for a top security system so that he can never come in here uninvited again! Do you understand?” I did. I couldn’t verbalize it because of the intensity of Ji-Yong’s eyes on mine. They weren’t staring at me. They were staring into me. I nodded. Ji-Yong let me go. “Now, I’m going to get dressed and the security of this building and I are going to have a long involved, and probably very loud, talk.” He bent to pick up his clothes. Still breathless, I watched as his muscles contracted and relaxed. Ji-Yong was so beautiful. Standing up, he gave me a quick kiss and a smile and said, “I’ll call you tonight.” “Okay,” I said. And watched him walk out the door.

The rest of the night was spent cleaning up my bedroom and ignoring Zico’s calls and texts. Security called once to apologize for letting Zico have a key. They assured me that the person that gave him the key had been terminated. I tried to fight for their job because I knew how convincing Zico could be when he wanted something. But the head of security wouldn’t budge. He told me that if Zico had come up here and hurt me that they would be liable and they prided themselves on being a safe place to live. I could see his point. I took a hot bath and watched as my phone buzzed over and over on the side of the tub. I was waiting for a call from Ji-Yong but I was getting so sleepy from the heat of the water and the smell of lavender bubble bath that I began to nod off. All of a sudden, the splashing of water shocked me and I jumped and squealed a little. Water sloshed over the side taking a great deal of the bubbles with it. When I saw who was sitting on his knees in front of me in the tub, I tried to pull all of the bubbles I could collect up to me as some sort of protective barrier. “Why in the hell didn’t you answer your phone?” he asked in an angry tone. “I didn’t want to talk to you,” I answered. “Too fucking bad! You will talk to me whenever I want you to! You belong to me,” he said and moved closer. I tried to close my legs but he had gotten in between them. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him. My head almost slipped under the water and bubbles went into my mouth. I sputtered. “Zico! What are you doing here? Get the eff out of my tub!” I fruitlessly began to try to peel his fingers from my ankles and his grip tightened, hurting me. “I’m not going anywhere. You are mine! You always were and always will be and I’m going to prove it to you!” Zico tugged on my ankles again, this time harder. I slid up very close to him and he wrapped his arms around me, his wet t-shirt clinging to both of us. Putting his hand behind my head, he leaned me back into the water and put his mouth over mine. It took my breath away which was good because we both went under the water.   His hot wet tongue filled my mouth and I tried to pull away… at first. He pulled us up out of the water and slid my back against the tub, pressing into me as his tongue continued to invade my softening mouth. If I were a superhero, my weakness would be Zico. I just couldn’t fight him for long. One day I would admit to myself that I would always want him. Need him. But not today! As his fingers made their way down my thigh I raised my hand out of the water and hit him in the side of the head as hard as I could. It worked. In a way. He moved away from me and held the side of his head but the look in his eyes told me that I had made a huge mistake. Immediately I tried to get out of the tub. He was quicker. Grabbing my leg and pulling me back down into the hot water, he said, “Where the fuck do you think you are going? Think I’m that easy to stop? You should know better.” He laughed an almost evil laugh into my ear as he grabbed a handful of my wet hair and pulled my face close to his. “I ALWAYS get what I want!” He bit my ear and I cried out. “Mmmmm,” he growled. With his fingers still entwined in my hair, he turned me away from him, splashing water everywhere. I had been naked and exposed with Zico before  but my face still flushed red and I felt hot being in such a vulnerable position in front of him as he lifted my hips and pulled my thighs apart. For some reason, the fact that he still had clothes on while I was naked made it more embarrassing. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down onto all fours. The lavender bubbles filled my nose and I sneezed. He laughed. HE LAUGHED! ASS! I could hear him unzipping his jeans and I began to squirm. But every time I moved his hand pulled my hair tighter. I watched the water swirl as he struggled to pull his pants down and I realized that I wasn’t that upset that this was happening. The feeling I was having wasn’t a bad one. I was excited. A little. Ok… a lot. I still wanted Zico. I’m an idiot! He invaded my body once again. He entered the part of me that was secretly aching to be filled by him. I missed his touch, his body, his attention. I missed him. I missed Zico. As he “violated” me I realized how much I still wanted him. All of him. I wanted to take back everything that the bitch Alicia took from me! My job. My position. MY ZICO. My eyes grew hot and tears fell in huge drops into the water below and I began to moan as I watched them make concentric circles that grew bigger until they ran into each other. Every touch of his skin on mine brought me around more and more to the fact that Zico was still mine. And just as he took what was his, I would take back what was mine. I was going to take Zico back from Alicia Wright! Zico pulled me up against him as he reached the climax he had worked toward. I loved the feeling of him loosening up around me. But then, he roughly turned me around. He stood up and water should have gone everywhere but he was dry. His clothes, his hair, everything was dry and I was confused. He stepped out of the tub and walked over to me. Putting his hands on either of my shoulders he pushed me under the water. I could faintly hear my phone ringing and I began to struggle against him. I opened my eyes and came up from under the water sputtering. I looked around but Zico was gone. As my mind cleared and I stared over at my phone that was still ringing like crazy, I came to the realization that he had never been here. I had fallen asleep. But, now I knew what my heart wanted. What I really wanted. And I knew what I was going to do. Alicia Wright was as good as gone!

[sunbaebes]

Crooked Chapter 10

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

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

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

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.

A/N: Thanks for holding in there guys, I don’t deserve you <3

A sound like thunder filled the room, dropping you to your knees. In the wall behind you, plaster and drywall cave-in as a bullet nestles deep within. Youngbae’s body follows quickly after yours, his chest pressed against your back as if to shield you from another blow.

Though you can’t see him, you hear Ji yong’s body drop and the gun sliding on the floor.

“She’s dead,” he whispers, “Are you happy?”

There is a large silence that stretches in the room, no one able to speak or even breathe.

“Are you okay?” Youngbae asks finally, moving himself to crouch in front of you, his fingers turning your face back and forth gently.

Of course the bullet hadn’t hit you. Still, the image of Ji yong’s gun momentarily pointed at your head had become seared into your eyelids. Every time you blink, his face stares back blank and poised to fire. Looking beyond Youngbae, Ji hasn’t moved. On the ground, his head is in his hands, and even from this distance it’s clear there is a tremor that encompasses his body.

“What the hell was that?” Youngbae yells, turning away from you completely and rising to his feet. “What the HELL was that, Ji?” he quickly makes it over to his leader, who remains quiet. Ji yong’s fingers pull at his hair, raking and scratching through strands as his head begins to shake.

It takes you a few tries and some deep breaths, but you’re able to stand on shaking legs. Your knees ache from the impact they made on the hard floor, and you can imagine the angry bruise that will be waiting for you later.

Still, no one says a word, and the silence that swallows the room only seems drowned out by the overwhelming sound of your pulse.

“I thought you had a plan,” Youngbae whispers through bared teeth, “You said you had a plan.”

Ji yong shook his head, his hands releasing their deadly hold on his hair as he looked up at Youngbae.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Who was on the phone?” Your voice is higher than you remember it, and you hate that it makes you sound like a child; lost and naïve.

Ji yong can’t look at you, his gaze dropping while he refuses to answer your question at all. The hole that had formed in your chest grows as he continues to ignore you, turning his attention instead to his pack of cigarettes. His hands shake as they reach inside the pack, and it takes a few flicks before he’s able to produce a flame from his lighter. Tears prick your eyes, you’re tired of the silence, tired of the insecurity you’ve felt the last few days, and tired of how ignorant you had let yourself become in the arms of a man who was supposed to be the enemy.

“Youngbae, who was on the phone?”

“It won’t help you to know.” Ji yong sighed, a shaky breath of smoke passing his lips. “Let it go.”

“Who,” you asked slowly, walking up to Youngbae and placing your hands on his chest, “was on the phone?” each word is accented with a hard shove against Youngbae’s chest, and though it doesn’t seem to faze him, it helps let off a bit of your anger.

Youngbae’s mouth presses into a flat line as he looks at you and then back to Ji yong.

“It was Adam,” he says finally, bringing his hands up to gently remove your hands from his shirt.

Your mind goes blank.  The words coming out of Youngbae’s mouth don’t make any sense. You pull your hands away, looking at him like he’d grown an extra head. The information Youngbae had passed on was like someone telling you 2 + 2 no longer equaled 4.

“You’re lying,” a laugh escaped your lips, but you didn’t find the situation funny. You looked down to where Ji yong still sat, his body folded in as he wrapped one arm around his legs, the other still cradling a barely there cigarette.

“Say something.” You sounded like you were begging, his lips latched onto the filter and his breath pulled carcinogen before Ji yong let out one large cloud.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything,” you got on your knees then, crawling over to Ji yong, getting your face as close to his as possible. “Tell me that Youngbae’s wrong, explain to me what’s going on.”

When Ji Yong’s attention finally turned to you, it was cold. His eyes, half hooded seemed unfamiliar, throwing you back to the night you’d found him standing in your apartment, the angel man with a devil’s face. G Dragon sat in front of you, his cigarette burning away to nothing until he pinched the tip with his fingers and extinguished its light all together.

“A few months ago, the Italian mob contacted us with a favor; they wanted a family back in the ring. They told us not to hurt the family, so we went for the next best thing. The son had a longtime girlfriend, one that was practically family-“ he paused giving you a very direct look “but not family.”

The way he talked, so disconnected from the situation burned your chest, but even if he noticed, he went on;

“We grabbed the girlfriend at a place she’d been staying in Seoul, thinking about it now it’s a bit convenient. Don’t you think?”  

You mind flashes back to Adam, a broad smile on his face, while you look at the plane ticket he’s gifted you.

“You always said you wanted to go,”

“What if I never come back?” You’d laughed at the joke, and so had he but you’d never thought to ask why there wasn’t a ticket for the returning flight…

“So we lock her up in a room, it’s pretty nice as holding cells go.” Ji yong’s mouth lifts up at the corner, “but she didn’t like to sit still, standing up to a bunch of thugs just so she could have a tv.”  You don’t know when you started to cry, but you felt them now, hot against your cheeks as Ji yong wipes them away with a calloused thumb.

“She wasn’t so bad,” he mutters, a bit of warmth returning to his eyes, “she didn’t stir up any trouble, but she held her ground. We waited a month, let her be missing for a bit before finally calling up that boyfriend of hers to set up a deal.”

The day flashed back in your memory, Ji yong’s confusion and anger over the call, your phone smashing against the wall.  The burning in your chest dropped to your stomach, the air leaving your lungs.

“You knew, back then?”

“We told him we had his girlfriend, said nothing bad would come to her, but that it would be in his best interest if his old man returned to the mob. I wasn’t expecting him to agree with me.”

Ji yong’s thumb no longer brushed away tears, but still sat upon your cheek, caressing the skin.

“This guy said he could get his dad back in no problem, but only if we did what he asked.” Ji yong laughed, “I had his girlfriend locked up somewhere on the other side of the world and he wanted to strike deals? It didn’t make any sense.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist, you face leaning into his touch as your stomach turned as you waited for his next words.

“He said he’d handle his old man if we got rid of his girl.”

You knew the words had been coming, but hearing it still felt like a thousand daggers in your chest. Even if you had fallen out of love with Adam, it didn’t mean you didn’t love him—didn’t trust him. You pinched your features together, willing away a sob that simmered and raged in your chest. You would not break down for a man like that. He didn’t deserve it.

“ It didn’t make any sense!” Ji yong’s features pinched, his mouth turning down into a grimace.  

“There didn’t seem to be anything outwardly wrong with her, nothing really came up in her family background.” Even now, Ji yong looked confused, his eyes roaming your face as if it held answers, “So I kept a close eye on her, seeing if she would let anything slip, I even thought we might be getting played or that she was sent to spy on us.”

Jiyong let out a sigh; it stuttered and hitched while his eyes turned red.

“I didn’t expect to fall in love with her.”

You didn’t want to hear anymore. Pulling away from his touch you rise to your feet.

“What was I supposed to tell you?” Ji Yong shouts, following your moves quickly and standing himself. He reaches out an arm for you, but you quickly shake it off.

“I know you’re hurt, I know lying to you was wrong but what was I supposed to tell you?”

“You could have told me the truth,” you bit back, wiping angrily at your face. You didn’t want to cry anymore, you wanted it to stop. You wanted everything to stop.

“It was too late for that,” Ji Yong pleaded, “I dug myself into a hole, I admit that but I was trying to protect you. I thought I had everything under control.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” You sighed, your hands falling away from your face. There was no point in wiping away the tears. They weren’t going to stop.

“I’m tired.” You muttered, “I’m tired of this. I’m going to bed.” You turned on your heels, making your way to the staircase. Jiyong followed you, saying nothing but hovering closely. When you reached your door he begged for you to let him stay, but you couldn’t stand to see his face.

“I want to be alone.” He nodded but still walked into the room with you. You sat on the bed, looking up at him in the doorway and waiting for him to leave.

“I love you.” He said, biting the corner of his lip and looking up towards the ceiling.

“I love you, and I have loved you for longer than I’d like to admit. The steps I took, they weren’t the right ones. I get that. I didn’t know what I was doing. I’ve never been in a situation like this before. I let my feelings get in the way and I wasn’t able to protect you properly. It won’t happen again.”

You closed your eyes, hot tears still streaking your cheeks.

“Ji Yong.”

“Mmm?”

You opened your eyes, focusing your stare directly into his,

“I want to go home.”

Ji yong’s mouth parted, his eyes widening in shock.  It hurt you to watch his body deflate, his shoulders hunching in defeat. But, it hurt you more to watch him pull himself back together. Like his body was attached to string, he pulled his shoulders back, shutting his mouth and holding his head back high.  He gave a polite nod as his glamour fell back into place.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you held your ground. “I’m tired. I’m tired of never knowing what you’re thinking, I’m tired of lies and I’m tired of things like car accidents and hitmen. It was a mistake to ever let you into my heart or into this room. I want to go home.”

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it. He politely nodded once more, before stepping out of the room and closing the door.

You shut your eyes, falling back onto the bed. You try to let sleep take you, ignoring the sound of Jiyong’s body thumping against the door and sliding to the floor.

When you wake in the morning, the air around you feels changed. There is nothing inherently different about your room, but there is the same displacement one feels like when they wake up from a dream. Anxiety ties a knot in your stomach, the memories of the day before eating at your heart. You had really told Ji Yong you would leave, and though the thought hurt, it felt right.

Instead of Seungri bringing your breakfast, it was Seunghyun. He did not ask how you slept or how you were feeling; he didn’t do small talk like his friend. Instead, he walked without word to set your food on the table, and then turned quickly on his heels. You thought he would leave without so much as looking your way, but when he reached the door way he stopped.

“We heard that you’re leaving..” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, and there appeared to be a pout on his lips.

You nodded, not sure which other response to give him. Seunghyun stood there for a moment longer, before nodding and leaving all together.

You ate your food with no more interruptions. It wasn’t until you had gotten up to bring your plates down to the kitchen that your bedroom door opened, Ji Yong’s men and himself entering without knocking.

Daesung made his way to your closet with large boxes, ripping the objects from inside out and throwing them into the containers at his feet.

Seungri went for the bathroom, you could hear bottles clinking together and could only pray he was handling your skincare products better than Daesung was handling your dresses.

“What’s going on?”

The closest person to you happened to be Youngbae, who had a clipboard in hand as he looked around the room.

“You’re going home.” He muttered, flipping through the papers in his hands and checking things off. “I don’t know that all this is going to arrive in America the same time as you. You might want to grab a few outfits or necessities before those goons tape up their boxes.”

“You could have warned me!” you looked around the room in panic, “I don’t even know when my flight is!”

“You’ll be flying out tonight, the ticket’s for 9PM.”

You looked down at yourself, and the pajamas you had on. They were hardly appropriate for public eye.  Before Daesung could get his hands on it, you rushed to a dresser, rummaging around for a pair of leggings and comfortable top. You threw a few similar outfits onto the bed as well as your favorite sweatshirt.

Seunghyun came up beside you with what looked like a plain black backpack, and took no time in rolling up your belongings and placing them inside. There was something heart breaking about watching your space getting disrupted in such a way, something disheartening about your clothes being ripped from their home.

Ji yong propped himself in the doorway, watching his men work, never stealing a glance your way. In boss mode, he looked firm and made of stone, the only thing that seemed to move were his eyes that seemed calculating like a hawk.

“You guys don’t waste any time,” you muttered, sitting yourself on the bed.

Youngbae looked over at you, his eyes stabbing daggers into you, “You’re the one who asked to go home. When has Kwon Ji yong ever denied you anything?”

Youngbae’s words hurt, even more so because you knew he was right. In a room full of thugs you had become the bad guy; if it wasn’t so depressing you’d laugh.

Just as quickly as they came, the men left. The doors and drawers hung open, their bellies empty of clothing and possessions. The bathroom too, stripped of bottles and lip glosses seemed cold and distant to the space you’d grown fond of.

You tried to watch tv, the only thing they’d left you with besides the backpack. The day stretched on, and when noon came around the man who gave you lunch was different. He wasn’t someone from Ji Yong’s private circle, but rather a random lackey that got stuck with feeding duty. The food was bland, cold rice and luke warm soup that seemed to be placed on the tray as an afterthought. It never crossed your mind that Ji Yong had given you so many small comforts until they’d been taken away.

By 3 o’clock you were passing the room. Even though there was plenty on, you couldn’t get comfortable watching anything, and your mind kept running over everything that had happened in the last few days. You tried to reflect on your time with Ji yong, and found that though you had bitter feelings over everything that happened with Adam and all the lying you didn’t feel anything truly negative towards him.  You understood how he thought, could understand that he was used to being in control, and handling everything himself. A part of you wanted to take back your words from yesterday, to ask him if you could stay. You never considered yourself to be a weak woman, and you tried to reflect if you were picking the coward’s way out by returning home.

No matter how you looked at it, though, your decision was the right one. Your heart was full of Ji yong. You could never deny that… but the pain you felt whenever he lied to you, the secrets that you knew came from the job he made for himself, you couldn’t deny those things either.

A soft knock broke you from your thoughts and sending your heart to your throat. A braided head peaked in and you couldn’t stop the disappointed breath that left your lungs.

“Don’t look so happy to see me..” Youngbae muttered, stepping into the room completely and making his way towards you.

“Sorry,” you shrug, taking a seat on the corner of the bed, “have you come to shake me down? Take the clothes off my back before we leave?”

“These things may feel like they’re yours,” Youngbae came to sit beside you, his tone seemed dark but his eyes betrayed that he was just sad. “but they’re not. Ji Yong took the time to make this room comfortable, even before he knew you. I’m sure by now you know that he’s not as rough and tough as he looks.”

“I know.”

“We’re leaving soon,” he sighed, leaning back on his elbows, “TOP wants to make sure we leave with plenty of time to get to the airport.”

You nod, focusing on the dirt under your nails rather than looking at him.

“What about Ji Yong?”

“I don’t think he’ll visit before we leave.”

You nod again, you don’t have anything to say and you really can’t blame him. In the end, this really was your entire fault.

“I guess I’ve given you another reason to hate me,” you laugh and your voice catches.

Yongbae sits up, grabbing your hand from your lap. He begins to draw small comforting circles onto the top of your hand, though you’re not sure if the distraction is meant for you or him.

“I don’t hate you.” He says finally. “Ji, he’s more than a boss, more than a best friend, hell he’s more than a brother. I don’t think I’d be alive today if it wasn’t for the years I’ve been by his side. To see him become so reckless for someone so quickly, to fall in and even attempt to bring down the walls he has around himself for some stranger… well it made my defenses raise more than they already have.” His hand stopped its circular motion, and he pulled himself away completely.

“I don’t hate you.” He repeated, rising from the bed, “In fact I think I liked you the second you started throwing furniture around the room. This isn’t an easy life that we have here, and unless you’ve grown up in it or have the passion for it, you’d never ask to be a part of it. I don’t blame you for wanting to leave. I just blame Ji Yong for not holding on to you tighter.”

There was a long stretched pause as Youngbae walked to the door and you didn’t have anything to say in response to the tender moment the two of you had shared.

“The car will be here in an hour.” Was all he said in parting, and then the door shut and you were left alone with silence.

The next time a knock sounded on the door, all five men were on the other side of it. They were dressed in casual black blazers and dark shades covering their eyes. Four of the men flanked on either side of you while Ji yong grabbed the backpack from your hand. They didn’t speak, herding you from the room and down the steps leading to the front door. Daesung and Youngbae broke off, grabbing for the large boxes that sat at the homes entrance so that they could bring them to the two vehicles waiting in the front of the home.

From Jiyong’s breast pocket he produced a ticket and a passport.

“We’ve changed your flight from 9PM to 9:20. There’s been an unusual amount of activity today so we’re going to drive around a bit and make sure there aren’t any tails following us.”

“I thought shooting me dead would have put an end to this,” you mutter, taking the items from him. He hold onto them a bit tighter, causing you to look up at him.

“It never ends for us.” You think he’s trying to be witty, but his look is serious, and there are tired marks around his eyes.

“Ji –“

“Have you informed anyone you were coming home?”

“No-” You’d never thought to call anyone, even though he’d given you a phone you never really thought that it meant the ability to call your family or friends. Your hindsight concerned you.

“Good, the less anyone knows the better. I can’t be sure but it seems like both the D’Mazzi and the Ricci are looking for validity of your death. We have one of our American affiliates set up to meet you at the airport. He knows what you look like and he’s got your number. Once he sees your flight has touched down he’ll be giving you a call. Make yourself scarce until you receive his call.”

“They got what they wanted, why would they be making any trouble?”

“I’m not sure,” Ji Yong stuck a digit into his mouth, pulling at the barely –there nail on his finger, “That idiot Adam’s been calling my phone all day, I don’t know what more proof he needs.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for a picture of me with a bullet through my head,” you scoff, turning to make your way to the vehicles below.

“Ya,” Ji yong pulls you back by your arm, his eyebrows pinched together, “Don’t talk like that.”

“Why not? You talk like that.”

“I know,” Ji Yong sighed, his other hand coming up to your face, his thumb smoothing over your forehead, “but I don’t like hearing it. You know I would never-“

“I know,” your chest is filled with pins and needles, Ji Yong’s proximity making your head spin.

The men call up to Ji Yong, alerting him that the boxes have all been stored away in the cars and it’s time to go. He moves away from you, only allowing his hand to hover over the small of your back as he leads you down the steps to the cars. You places you in the back of back car, sliding in after you.

“Youngbae and Daesung will be in the car in front of us, TOP and Seungri will be following in another car that should be pulling in any time now. We’re going to start off on the high way, exit off into some back roads and then re-enter the high way two more times. We’re going to take an exit two away from the airport’s and round back  with each car taking a separate route before arriving at the airport. If we get the all clear from the other cars we’ll be taking you in through a back VIP entrance with private lounge. We’ll take care of your passes and luggage; I don’t want you leaving that lounge until your flight has been called. You may see some familiar faces sitting in the lounge or even in the passengers, don’t look at them. Don’t make it obvious that you may have seen them before, and only talk to them or make long eye contact with them if you begin to believe you’ve been followed in any way or if you feel someone hostile has joined you in the lounge or on the flight.”

“Is this really necessary?”

“I don’t think you understand what I did yesterday,” Ji yong looks you up and down, the bags under his eyes all the more present in the low lighting, “I’m in the middle of conning some really bad men that I killed someone. If they find out I lied, we’ll be eradicated. Not just me, and not just my men, but their families. When they find out you’re not here with me, they’ll come for you too; they’ll come for your family too.”

“Ji yong—“

“I’ve sinned against you,” he went on, “I understand that and I’m sorry.” The rims around his eyes became red, the small vessels in his eyes burning an angry scarlet. “But please, please understand that the weight on my shoulders was enormous. Deciding I couldn’t kill you, that choice wasn’t as easy as it should be.”

He sat back in his seat, turning away from you completely, his chest heaving deeply in agitation. The car rolled on in silence, and you took to looking out through the tinted windows, watching cars and trees pass until there was nothing but steel and concrete.

A few times, Ji Yong’s phone sounded off, to which he checked the incoming call and silenced. He had ignored five of them by the time you saw the exit sign for the airport.

Your stomach tightened, your fingers curling around the handle of the door. You could tick off the seconds to the erratic beating of your heart as you watched another exit fly by, and then another. The clicking for the turn signal filled the space of the car, and you looked over to see Ji yong with his back in a rigid angle looking through the windshield.

This time, when Ji Yong’s phone rang he picked it up,

“Why?”

He listened to the person on the other line, cursed under his breath before finally hanging up.

“Jihoon, take the ramp back on and head west, the others have a tail and we need to get away.”

The driver nodded, adjusting his course into his GPS and then taking the next ramp.

“What do we do?”

“Nothing, we wait for them to handle it.” Ji Yong began texting quickly into his phone.

“Do we know who sent them?”

“Seungri thinks they’re Ricci.”

“I just don’t get it, wouldn’t the D’Mazzi have already heard about my death?”

“They should have, I can’t understand why they’re still sending their dogs out.”

Ji Yong’s phone rang again, and this time you saw clearly Adam’s name on the screen.

“Maybe you should answer it.”

Ji yong looked at it for a moment, the shrill ringing filing the car before looking at you.

“Don’t make a sound.”

“I’ll play dead,” you snort. Ji Yong gives you one more withering look before answering the call and putting it on speaker.

“What do you want?” Ji Yong growled, “I thought our business was done.”

“You’re sure she’s dead?” Adam’s voice sounded high pitched, foreign from the lazy velvet voice he always spoke to you with. His words came out quickly, an anxiety present in his voice.

“You heard me shoot her,” Ji Yong barked, “what more proof do you need? A picture of the bullet in her head?” You rolled your eyes as he used your own words against Adam.

“No, God-no I don’t need that I just—I need to be sure you really killed her.”

“My boys have been getting rid of the body all day.”

“Shit,” Ji Yong’s eyes widened, his complexion going pale.

“Shit?”

“ Shit, fuck. Yes shit. I’ve really screwed this up. You’re not fuckin’ bluffing are ya?”

“No I’m not fucking bluffing. You were up my ass for months to get rid of this girl what the fuck do you mean you screwed up.”

“Fuck man, how was I supposed to know, you know? This bitch never said anything, man. Oh God I’m fucking dead. You’re fuckin’ dead.”

Ji Yong looked from his phone screen to your face, his head cocked to the side in the form of a question, “What didn’t she tell you?”

“She’s one of them, man. She’s a Ricci.”

[taegdcl1018]

Quick thing

So I’ll be without Tumblr for a little while, but I will still be writing. Currently, I have a few things I need to write:

~ Choi Minho request

~ Rap Mon angst request

~ 3 Billion Dollars part 7

~ Teenagers to Toddlers 1 - Derek Hale

I have already started those but won’t be able to post them until Tuesday. While I am gone though, I will be able to write. I still have some pending options that I am still up for writing:

~ BTS outsiders!AU

~ Jungkook Mary Poppins!AU

~ Doing _______ with _______ includes …

I’ll explain the pending down below. I would like to say first that request is open, and I always check my inbox first thing every day. I’m putting this out there because I tend to lack motivation, as my mother says about my grades, but having people be there to say they like this or that is great and pushes me to do better.

Okay, so I’ll explain why the Outsiders AU is still in pending. Although I got that wonderful anon who said they’d love it, which really got me going on it and pushed me to actually start thinking about it, I haven’t started it yet. I’m sorry anon if it felt like I shut you down because I didn’t mean too. I’m actually having a rather difficult time with the plot. Also at the time, I was stressed about a lot of things, and I was behind on scenarios. Again this is still in pending because I’m having a hard time with the plot and I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to completely focus on just that like I do with 3 Billion Dollars if it doesn’t have a lot of support. I’m sorry if I sound like I’m doing this to get people to support and follow me, cause I’m not. I’m only doing this cause I want to make sure that I don’t waste my time. Again sorry to anon if you’re feeling like I’m shutting you down and saying that your voice doesn't exist. It does, and it pushed me to actually start thinking of a plot, so thank you for helping me start this idea. 

Marry Poppins!AU time. So I will explain what this means. So my school play did Mary Poppins this year. I loved it, and it gave me a wonderful idea because I loved how Mary and Bert worked. I made Kookie the idol for this one because I thought he could fit the playful, carefree nature of Bert. The reader, you, would be Mary Poppins, who is magical, can fly, is a nanny, but is also witty and an amazing female character. The scenes that I picked for the scenario I won't share, but it could be a mini series. I have this in pending because I don't know if you guys would like this, or if this makes sense to anyone else. I also would be putting a lot of energy and effort into this scenario/mini-series, and I wanna make sure that you guys like the idea of it first. 

 So the "_________ with _________ includes..." is basically gonna be like an everybody thing. So it's gonna be a list that describes what doing something (dating, ice skating, cuddling, etc.) would be like with who ever you want. Honestly, I plan to do it for every Teen Wolf included. This is in pending because it'll be just as long as a series, and I do have other things and scenarios I am currently putting before this particular scenario. 

If you have any questions on anything lemme know and I'll explain it further. Also, my inbox will always stay open and I hope that you guys take advantage of it. I love waking up and seeing stuff and I'm a little hurt that I don't see anything. Even just a simple hi is good enough to make me smile. I'm sorry if I'm really pushing this onto you guys, but it's because I was a reader before a write and I never messaged anyone or commented because I thought that someone would do it for me, or because I was too scared. Now that I am a writer though I understand why they were always like "message me for more" because it makes me more than happy to know that people actually like my stuff. 

Sorry, that was long and kinda not needed, but I'm leaving it there because I'd rather let everyone know. 

Anyways my I'll be checking my inbox through the weekend and it'll always be open for everyone to leave anything. I'll be working and finishing my scenarios on the first list. And I hope that you guys like the second list.

~ Admin Brooklyn

[the-hufflepuff-dramatist]

But You Don’t Like Kids

A/N: Just a random fluffy imagine for Jiyong because I am honestly way too in love with this man. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 953

It was a known fact that you thought you didn’t want children. Your mother had long since accepted that she would not be getting any grandchildren from you. Your boyfriend, Jiyong, accepted this too, although he was a bit upset about it at first. In your opinion, you wouldn't make a good mother, you didn’t want to do that to a child. You were also not willing to give up your time for a child, as selfish as it seems.

You were very aware of the fact that your mind could change at any point, and we’re very open to adopting or fostering a child or multiple children. You had always thought it would be better to give an existing child a loving home than bringing a new one into the world.

That being said, you were not rude to children. Something that shocked people continuously. You understood and remembered what it was like as a child to be treated rudely by adults for no reason, so you refused to inflict that upon children yourself. 

You and Jiyong had decided to take a walk after dinner. It was finally Saturday and you two really hadn't been able to see each other all week due to conflicting schedules. You two planned to go out to eat, and afterward go back home to relax. As they usually do your plans changed, and since it was such a beautiful evening you two decided to take a walk in a nearby park.

"It's weird without him, you know? I mean even if we weren't promoting together he was still always there. We were still always a group, and now that's changed. I'm not worried about him, but I miss him. Is that weird?" Jiyong rambled.

"Of course not. He's one of your closest friends. It only makes sense that you'd miss him when he's gone, as I'm sure that other members will miss you, or Taeyang when you guys have to go, and you'll miss them. It's perfectly normal."

"Just making sure I'm not being crazy. Thanks (Y/N)," he chuckled.

"Of course," you smiled, squeezing his hand lightly. The park you walked past was full of children, running around and having fun in the fading light. Jiyong smiled fondly as you walk, then glanced back at you.

"Are you sure no kids?"

"Jiyong,” you said in a warning tone.

"See? You even have the tone down! You'd make a great mother."

"Jiyong, we've had this discussion before.” You sighed. "You know where I stand on the subject."

"I know, I know." He kissed your cheek. "And it doesn't really matter because we'll have lots of nieces and nephews." You laughed at his justification but were relieved that he dropped the subject.

As you two continued to walk, you happened upon a little boy, obviously a foreigner, sitting in the road crying. He couldn’t be older than four, and he was crying out for his mother. You let go of Jiyong's hand and knelt in front of him.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" you asked softly. He looked up at you, his face blotchy and red and tears streaming down his cheeks. Snot was coming out of his nose and his eyes were puffy.

"M-my mommy…" he sobbed, a British accent very obvious when he spoke. "I-I don’t kn-know where she i-is."

"Oh sweetie," you frowned, pulling out a tissue and beginning to wipe his nose. "We'll help you find her okay? What's your name?"

"J-Jordan." You finished wiping his nose and eyes as he sniffled. You picked him up and helped him on your hip.

"Okay, Jordan. My name is (Y/N), and this is my boyfriend Jiyong." Jordan gave Jiyong a small wave. "We're going to help you. Where did you last see your mommy?"

"Here, I-I was following her but wanted to play at the park. I went over to the park and when I looked for her she was gone." He sniffled, tears filling his eyes again.

"Okay, well don't worry. We'll find her." You started walking towards the information center that was located in the park. Jiyong walked behind you, making faces at Jordan to make him laugh-which worked very well. Once you reached the information center, you saw a woman frantically shouting at the people working there, panicking over her lost son. Of course no one really understood her.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" you called out. She spun around and upon seeing you with Jordan, ran over and took him from you.

"Mommy!" he yelled at the same time his mother yelled "Jordan!"

 "Thank you so much," she said to you. "How can I ever repay you?"

"Don't worry about that. We're just happy to help," you said as you took Jiyong's hand.  The mother thanked you again as she walked off, Jordan calling out goodbyes to both you and Jiyong. You two waved back at the little boy. Once they were out of sight, you two turned around and started walking home.

"So let me get this straight," Jiyong said, causing you to look up at him. "You don't want kids, and you wouldn't make a good mother."

You nodded, "that's correct."

"So then, what was that?"

"I'm not going to be a jerk to them. And I know how to handle situations like that."

He was silent for a few minutes. "Are you sure you don't want kids?"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "maybe one day we can adopt, Jiyong."

This caused him to break into a wide grin and he picked you up, spinning you around. You rolled your eyes again as you laughed.

Definitely not soon, but yes, maybe one day you and Jiyong would have a child.