#kwon jiyong scenarios

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

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

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

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

not proofread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[etherealyoonghwa]

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[oraclekleo]

Kwon Ji Yong (Big Bang / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kwon Ji Yong

Stage Name: G-Dragon / GD

Group: BigBang

Masterpost: BigBang

Kwon Ji Yong

G-Dragon / GD (BigBang / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 6 of Pentacles

GD is not really into power play in a relationship. He’s likely to be extremely generous with his time, affection, energy, and gifts. He’s likely to be a very caring and giving partner, always willing to help and support the other one no matter what.

Libido - Ace of Swords

GD might be balancing at the edge when it comes to passion. For a long time, he’s perfectly able to control himself, be the most romantic and chivalrous gentleman ever walking the Earth. He’s pretty pragmatic about relationships but at the same time might like a certain sense of danger or controversy. He’s no ordinary man and he will always like to stand out which applies to his libido as well. He’s likely very knowledgeable when it comes to this side of life, with considerable experience and confidence rooting in it. There are not many demands his lover could come up with, that GD would find surprising or out of question.

Turn On - Ace of Cups

GD is likely to feel attracted to someone beautiful and kind. The beauty has to come from within, though. Just a pretty face is not doing the trick for GD anymore. The person he’s most likely to fall for is likely participating in charity work or is at least truly caring and nurturing by nature. They give a soft and smooth impression, calmness of the waters that run deep and they are likely to hold secrets which GD will love to explore.

Kink - 7 of Pentacles

While GD’s entire life is like one fantastic stage, he’s likely to have a thing for intimacy in a homely atmosphere. Watching a movie while cuddling, spooning, smooching and making out with his significant other is likely to lead to more heated moments and eventually to a passionate night in each other's arms.

Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands

Forget acrobatic poses and bathing in sweat. At this age it’s not the dirtiest secret, that’s once a year accomplishment followed by ibuprofen. GD’s dirtiest secret is more cute than dirty. He’s likely to truly enjoy little play fights with his lover including tickling, pecking, non-harmful hair pulling and biting. He enjoys being close with his significant other on a physical level but not in a sexual way. He’s likely to absolutely adore when his lover wears his clothes or uses his cosmetics or fragrance. It’s the kind of deep and loving companionship GD is looking for. One mind, heart and soul residing in two bodies.

Thank you for reading!

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[bigbanggot7stories]

I’m baaaccckkkk

Hi so I stumbled across this blog again last night, and I realized I left so many loose ends. I really enjoyed writing, and I want to finish what I started. I started graduate school and just became too busy to maintain this blog. 

With that being said, I do not have much time within the next few weeks (its exam season, y’all), but hopefully I can update at least once before winter break begins. 

I will also be deleting all the requests in my inbox, but if you have an idea, submit another. I don’t know how long those have been sitting there, and I would rather start fresh and continue with what I have already left hanging. 

Sorry it has taken me so long!

[genuinerio]

ASSOCATIONS WITHIN YG ENTERTAINMENT (P.1)

pairing: Anastasia x YG ENTERTAINMENT

warnings: none

notes; sorry, for taking so long to publish. I have been facing writer’s block for awhile. Also, Jiyong is back so I’m fucking happy!! And these are just specific friendships with her label mates that are the most talked about throughout the fanfic!

Kwon Jiyong “G-DRAGON” → DragonFaye

As kids, G-Dragon & Anastasia were often training with each other and doing song covers for their auditions to become Kpop Idols which resulted them in sharing a closer relationship with one another with G-Dragon claiming that he knows Anastasia the best as he is able to understand her thoughts and mindset. Their fellow labelmates of YG Entertainment even agree with this statement as they mention that if anything was to be wrong with Anastasia, he would be the first to immediately notice. As well as the fact that he’s able to notice when she is lying, or being truthful. They consistently have the tendency to often embarrass and tease each other as often as any other pair of siblings often do. Since she holds quite the bossy personality trait, as the older sibling, Anastasia is often trying to boss G-Dragon around. Anastasia isn’t often one for showing her feelings or vulnerability to others especially ones she’s not very comfortable around yet as it makes her feel extremely uncomfortable but is one the first to offer a hug to G-Dragon when he was most need of it. Regardless, they are often there for each other, especially when in time of need, being clued into each other’s issues, they are able to know their feelings and emotions without need of much or any words. Even when he needs a good laugh, G-Dragon turns to Anastasia as despite what everyone says of her not caring for anyone but herself though she does in fact care for G-DRAGON, she would often embarrass herself if her sarcasm isn’t able to as it tends to make him chuckle. Anastasia even admits that she hates the thought of feeling like her family is being exposed and is very protective over them.

Choi Seunghyun “T.O.P” → TopStasia

T.O.P & Anastasia are very close friends & labelmates since not only are they Kpop Idols, they are also actors in the acting industry. Both are also the same age but as Anastasia mentions, she’s older by just a month. The two are often with each other as they are most times filming together or supporting each other on set for a tv show or movie. They often go out to drink and party even challenging each other in drinking contest as Anastasia has quite a high tolerance level of alcohol and the fact that the two love to joke around and plot pranks against one another. T.o.p & Anastasia share more common interests than what appears to be rest of the musicians at YG entertainment, their close friendship has caused fans to suspect that they could potentially be in a relationship.

Dong Youngbae “Taeyang” → TaeStasia

Taeyang & Anastasia share quite a similar relationships that she holds with Jiyong, since she has known Taeyang as long as him and GD had became best friends, Taeyang & Anastasia both have considered each other, siblings as he became another younger brother and she became an older sister to him, something he never really had. Considering the fact that he is married to one of her closest friends and fellow costar, Min Hyo-rin, she often is one to help him when he is in need of guidance and advice with his relationship or neck deep in cold water as he tends to listen to Jiyong’s advice which fails to help him. Nevertheless, they are extremely close friends that have grown to view each other as family more than anything.

Kang Daesung → DaeStasia

Ever since, Daesung was a rookie; he has remained having a fear of Anastasia since he proclaims that she is very intimidating and quite scary. Although, she at first was very afraid of him as well since as she explains, “I was terrified of Daesung when I first met him because he was always smiling, I was someone who was very intimidated by that because it made me really uncomfortable.” Though appearing on variety shows together with their groups, they eventually began to have a frenemy, love-hate relationship as they tend to joke around and tease each other.

Song Mino → MinFaye

Mino and Anastasia share quite a complex and complicated relationship both as labelmates and friends since fans have assumed that they were more to each other than just that of colleagues. But that’s opposite of what they proclaim as Mino perceives Anastasia as he reveals that they share a noona-namdongsaeng type of relationship. The two are quite close as they share an obsession with art, fashion and music. They often hangout outside of YG and often pictured by Dispatch hanging out or on a supposed date with their mutual friends around Seoul. Since they are often caught in each other’s company, wearing similar clothes and even spotted wearing the same couple rings. Since the release of fan articles, pictures and videos of the evidence, fans have speculated that Mino & Anastasia are a couple though both artists as well as YG have denied. But that’s hasn’t stopped fans from shipping them together nor believing that they are in fact dating.

Jinwoo and Anastasia share a noona-namdongsaeng type of relationship, a bond that she shares alongside with his fellow members and the members of iKon. Like few other artists at YG, he often looks to Anastasia for advice whether it’s in romance or in the music industry as she is very good at giving advice or someone comfortable to confide in. Despite everyone’s opinion on Anastasia as they perceived her as intimidating based on her facade, he was one of the few who actually saw her as quite the opposite of her tough and scary persona.

Dara and Anastasia share a very tight-knit friendship as they consider each other as family with even Dara claiming her as a younger sister. Although, Anastasia signed with SM since she was a trainee, she would often visit G-DRAGON as supporting him and his debut. Within a few of those visits, she & Dara met causing the two to become close friends, even to support each other and publicly acknowledge their friendship as the two were apart of separate groups despite people pinning against each other. Still the two remained friends and even became closer once Anastasia had signed back with YG.

At first, Anastasia wasn’t too fond of CL when they first met as she was very closed off when first meeting certain people for unknown reasons but as CL confirmed that Anastasia gave a chance to her after GD convinced her to do so since Anastasia is very hesitant to trust people but since she trusts GD & values his opinion, she was willing to give CL a chance to get to know her. They have since been known to evolve and become better friends than they had been during their years of debut.

Park Bom and Anastasia are close friends as they met each other alongside Sandara. As trainees of their respective companies, the six of them, including each other, Sandara, GD, Se7en and his girlfriend, Park Han-byul would often in engage in activities and pure entertainment with one another. Throughout the years, they have shown immense support and positive feedback for each other especially of Anastasia’s exit from SNSD as well as Park Bom’s drug scandal to which Anastasia sent her a call of love.

Jennie is one of Anastasia’s longest fans, as Jennie has mentioned the impact that Anastasia and her career has held on her. Jennie credits Anastasia as being someone she idolizes for not just her songwriting or music but for her fashion and personality with Jennie acknowledging Anastasia as being the inspiration and fashion icon of her childhood. Both girls consider each other as siblings with Anastasia professing Jennie as a younger sister she always wished she’d had or if she had gotten the chance to have a younger sister.

[obsessedwithbbandsuju]

Worth It

“You ever wonder what it’s like to be dead?”

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Son Taeyeon

Warnings: ANGST. And I mean serious angst, with obvious allusions to depression and suicidal thoughts. Mentions of death are prominent. Codependence also, maybe. Keep in mind that this is not necessarily a healthy mindset if gone wrong. Also, there’s swearing, plus some content that might be taken as slightly NSFW.

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

eonni: a term used by a female to refer to another female, older than her, that she is close to

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They were sitting on Jiyong-oppa’s bed, with Taeyeon’s back to but not quite touching the headboard, and the entire apartment was silent. Even outside they could hear no sound, like the city of Seoul had been uncharacteristically considerate and decided to quiet down to give them some peace. Maybe it was beyond egotistical of Taeyeon to even imagine the idea of an entire city doing anything for just the two of them, but that was the thought that came to her mind, and she couldn’t help it. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever been the humblest person in the world.

“…Hey.”

Jiyong-oppa looked up from his notebook, cradled in his lap as he was doodling what was presumably potential designs for Peaceminusone. Taeyeon was glancing up from her laptop, too, having been jotting down some lyrics. Their eyes met.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“You ever wonder what it’s like to be dead?”

Jiyong-oppa paused, considering her inquiry. An onlooker might have balked from the conversation that was going between them – just a moment before, they’d been working separately for hours on end, not saying a single word and not even glancing at the other despite the fact that they were facing each other on the bed, and close enough for their outstretched legs, resting limply on the mattress, to be intertwined – and now they were finally acknowledging each other’s presence, the first words exchanged between them being about what it would be like to be dead.

But Taeyeon wasn’t sure that either of them even had the capacity to understand how weird this could seem any longer. It was so perfectly ingrained in her – talking to Jiyong-oppa about the thoughts that went through her head – that she’d long since forgotten the feeling of fear that he would judge her. Regardless of if those thoughts were about death, or books, or parenthood, or human selfishness, or relationships, or anything else.

“More than once,” he admitted, even though the word admitted implied some kind of shame or embarrassment, any reservation about telling her the fact, and that couldn’t be further from what was in his voice or demeanor at the moment. He sounded casual – no, he was casual – just as casual as she was, asking him the question. Actually, stated was a much more accurate way to describe the action that saying those three words had been.

Taeyeon arched her eyebrows slightly, a wordless beckon for him to continue. Jiyong-oppa shrugged.

“I don’t know. Mostly I think it’ll be like sleeping, I guess. Nothing. No memories, or feelings. Or consciousness.” His tone was matter-of-fact. That answer hadn’t changed since the last time she had asked him this question. Taeyeon strained to remember when that might have been. Six years ago? Seven? Five? She was losing track.

Just like back then, he had the same thoughts she did on the matter.

“My father said he found that idea scary,” she said absentmindedly, the childhood memory tickling at the back of her skull. She didn’t recall the context of his words, or why her forever-distant father would tell her something so personal. Maybe he hadn’t even been telling her directly – maybe she’d overheard it, or found it written somewhere. That was probably it – no way her father would have opened up to her about something like that.

“Understandable, I guess. Do you?” Jiyong-oppa’s tone was mild. There was curiosity in his eyes, but a mundane kind of curiosity that reminded Taeyeon that this was far from their first time talking about this.

“A little?” She wasn’t sure. She supposed it was a scary idea, and one that had the potential to make her panic – because really, the idea of being conscious of absolutely nothing for the rest of forever was an unnerving one. But quicker than the fear of that was the logical fact that she didn’t have any reason to be afraid, because she wouldn’t even have a mind left to do that with. If death erased all of her, it would erase her ability to feel anything right along with the rest of her, too.

And even barring that, there was the fact that…

“But on the other hand, I think having no consciousness for the rest of eternity would be weirdly comfortable. Maybe even comforting. Don’t you think?” That was true, too. It’d be peaceful, just like sleeping, only there was no chance or need to ever wake from it. Life was pretty exhausting, after all.

“Yeah.” Even though Jiyong-oppa sounded more or less flat, Taeyeon could hear the sincerity in that single word. She wondered why he didn’t bring up the fact that she’d already asked him this before, and that he’d already asked her this in the past, too – that they both already knew what their answers were, and somehow even knew that those answers wouldn’t be changing anytime in the near future.

Well, she didn’t really wonder. She already knew the answer, after all: there was an odd comfort in it, just like the odd comfort of death that she’d mentioned. Even though the topic could be considered macabre, talking about it with each other had a comfortable lull settling over both of them. That was probably so because, in a way, she thought, they were just talking about another of the many similarities shared between them. The fact that they would inevitably die soon – and it really was so soon, in the grand scheme of Earth’s history, the universe’s history – the same as everyone else on the planet. More than that, the fact that they thought similarly even about dying and its unavoidability.

Jiyong-oppa tossed the notebook onto the stand next to the upper part of the bed, the motion somehow lazy despite the quick movements involved. His aim was precise, and the notebook landed with a sharp slapping sound against the hard marble. Taeyeon blinked.

“…Hey, Taeyeon?”

“Yeah?”

“You think living until we have to die is even worth it?”

Taeyeon arched her eyebrow, glancing down at her computer screen to make sure the progress she’d made was saved before she closed the laptop and set it aside on the same stand Jiyong-oppa had put his notebook, albeit with considerable more care than it had received. That was a question they’d never asked each other. Somehow, they both knew it wasn’t a matter that was entirely foreign between them, but it had never been verbalized. She could feel Jiyong-oppa’s gaze on her, steady. Expressionless, but not closed off – on the contrary, it was genuine, in fact, because his sincere feelings about the question really were that bland. She knew that from experience, and she understood what that felt like because it was the same for her. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but it was what it was.

“Who knows?” She placed her elbows on the thighs of her outstretched legs and settled her chin into her palms, ignoring the pain of the bones digging into flesh. “I doubt there’s even a right answer to that.”

His lips quirked, but he said nothing as she elaborated.

“I mean, it’s tiring to live. You and I know that both of us have more than our fair share of moments where we wonder why we bother.” Where did she – where did they – even start with those? The thought was enough to make her lips curve upward very slightly. Taeyeon liked to remind herself to keep her privileges in mind, no matter how strong the occasional urge to start purposefully dropping plates on the ground and watch them shatter got; she was successful, she was fairly rich, she was cisgender, she was considered attractive, she had dear friends, she and her group had a fanbase that she was unspeakably grateful to. She knew Jiyong-oppa kept that all in mind, too, and neither of them would ever presume to compare their plights to those of the truly, legitimately unfortunate. That didn’t mean that life wasn’t a pain in the ass for both of them, though.

“Yeah. It fucking sucks.” Jiyong-oppa’s statement was bland despite the profanity, like he was talking about the weather. Then again, they both sounded like this a lot, especially when it was just the two of them, especially when it was at night, when the rest of the world was asleep, and all the pretenses and all the need to have the pretenses began slipping away. They would all be back eventually, firm and steady and without a crack – they had to be, after all – if the public saw them like this then the consequence could be their careers at the worst. If that happened, they were really fucked.

“Sad to say that you’re right. But there are nice, beautiful things about life too, you know?” A strand of hair fell over Taeyeon’s eyes as she let her body slump against the headboard fully. Folding his legs and closing the distance between them somewhat so she was within his armlength, Jiyong-oppa reached over and tucked the lock away, secure behind her ear. His fingers brushed against her cheek – they were warm, just like his eyes. Taeyeon stared back at him, neither of them blinking, but the contact wasn’t awkward in any way.

“Such as?” he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

Taeyeon didn’t answer immediately, didn’t really feel like either of them felt the need for her to. Driven by impulse more than anything, she opened her arms. Without a beat of hesitation, Jiyong-oppa wriggled forward into her embrace until his head was resting on her chest, tucked under her chin, and his slim upper body settled between her spread legs. Taeyeon inhaled deeply, the weight of his body on hers bringing her its usual steadfast comfort. Adjusting himself a little, Jiyong-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist, blowing contentedly against the flesh of her throat.

“Soojin, for one,” she said. “Yuna. Sunbin. Minhee-eonni. You.”

“How flattering,” Jiyong-oppa mumbled into her neck. “You think I’m nice and beautiful?”

“Only because you think the same about me.” He let out a quiet hum of agreement that vibrated against her. Taeyeon paused for a moment, putting one hand on the back of his head and stroking. His hair was soft, the strands sifting between her fingers. “Books I like. Music I like. My career’s a blessing when it’s not shitty. People are pretty lovable when they don’t suck ass.”

“Wow, this is shocking progress,” he commented, with that slight air of cheekiness that only she seemed to ever be able to detect. “Here I remember fourteen-year-old you ranting to me about how much you hate people.”

“I’m an introvert. I still do. But I love them sometimes, too,” Taeyeon replied. “Besides, don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what I mean.”

“Yeah… I agree with you.”

Taeyeon snorted. “About you knowing exactly what I mean, or…”

“About your answer. Life is a shithead sometimes and I don’t always feel the urge to waste all the effort it takes, but it’s enjoyable too. Or can be, at least.” He raised his head, and their noses nearly touched. Taeyeon’s eyes flitted to his lips, a fact that she didn’t bother to hide. Especially when she could clearly see his eyes going to the same place on her anatomy.

His breath fluttered against her cheek. Removing her other hand from the small of his back, Taeyeon placed it instead on his face, her thumb settling under his eye. Wordlessly, she pressed their foreheads together, and Jiyong-oppa’s hand came to curl around hers. Even though his hands weren’t particularly large, they were still larger than hers. Taeyeon liked how his fingers fit snugly over hers when they compared hand sizes for fun, knowing all the while what exactly the difference would be.

“You think we’d be together after we die?” he asked softly, like the question itself was a secret.

Taeyeon found that her voice came out hushed, too. “Probably not.” The answer was honest, but laced with reluctance. It might be hypocritical of her to be reluctant to admit something that she thought was true – after all, she had never liked fantasies, had promised herself that she’d do her best never to allow herself to be fooled by them – but she couldn’t help it. Death and the lack of consciousness that it brought might sound comforting, but that most definitely didn’t appeal to her.

Jiyong-oppa made a soft noise of agreement, somewhere between dejected and noncommittal. “You’re right that death might be relaxing in a way, but since we won’t be together, I guess it would be better to put up with life.” As he spoke, he inched upward, and Taeyeon made no move to stop it. She only had time to dip her head once to show her agreement before slowly, languidly, their lips came together, melding into one. Even as her eyes slid closed, Taeyeon could feel the gentle brush of his fingers against the skin of her throat and pulse point.

His kisses, the touch of his hands – well, just him – was different. She’d been in romantic relationships with other people before, but she’d never felt so secure with anyone else. Jiyong-oppa had an uncanny way of making her feel stable, grounded; it had always been that way since they were young and bumbling and green. Taeyeon wasn’t sure she was recognizable from the little child she’d been back then, but she knew she did share a similarity with her: that Jiyong-oppa was her constant, unspoken as that fact went, just like she was his.

Even now, when they were older and talking about dying. Even now, when neither of them could really place their relationship. They weren’t even officially together, Jiyong-oppa wasn’t her boyfriend and Taeyeon wasn’t his girlfriend, but they definitely weren’t just friends, either. Friends didn’t moan softly as their lips slotted against each other’s, soft and reassuring and so, so warm, like Jiyong-oppa moaned just now, breaking away just for a second to suck in air before diving in again. Friends didn’t cling to each other’s bodies with desperation and fervor, like Taeyeon’s hands groping at Jiyong-oppa’s face and nape. Friends didn’t spend nights curled up together like Taeyeon and Jiyong-oppa had spent the previous week and would undoubtedly spend tonight, sometimes with his face buried in her neck and their fingers intertwined together and sometimes with his arms around her waist and his body pressed flush against her back, strong and safe.

They separated just slightly, shoulders heaving, noses brushing. Taeyeon’s temperature felt distinctly higher than it had been before their kiss.

“I won’t die yet,” Jiyong-oppa said, his voice soft, throaty. “The world’s worth it for me, if you’re in it.”

Taeyeon closed her eyes and leaned into him, removing her hands from his face in favor of wrapping her arms around him and squeezing. Even though he didn’t say it, she heard the plea in his words, in his tone. She had to admit, the thought of leaving him alone – it did scare her. It terrified her, in fact.

Jiyong-oppa returned the embrace just as fiercely, his breathing steady against the shell of her ear. The only thing just as terrifying as the thought of leaving him alone, Taeyeon realized, was the thought that he might do so to her.

“I won’t die yet either,” she whispered. “If you’re here, the world’s worth it for me too.”

[sunshine-yellow-hue]

G-Dragon drabble?

because i miss him

it was midnight when I decided to just rewatch Bigbang's live performances. Jiyong joined in while I was watching them perform Sober in Osaka.

"Time is so damn slow

I'm just growing old, I live like I'm dead

I have so many damn things to do

but I have nothing I want to do"

"You have such great vocals", I leaned into him. He shrugs with a smug look on his face and I gave him a scoff for being cocky.

"Without you, everything is hard"

"Seungri sings really well", I blurted out. He suddenly leaned into me and sang along Seungri's parts.

"Without you, this dark night, this cold world

It's too hard for me"

He moved closer, our noses touching. He continued to sing along.

"Without you, I'm still left alone here

I'm waiting for you, only believing in you

But I'm a fool, no no no"

He caresses my fingers, noticing the golden ring my mother gave me as a gift.

"Gold looks good on you. I might slip a ring around your finger sooner."

[dingdonghun]

Two Strangers~

Characters: Jiyong, y/n

Genre: Angst, fluff, Crooked AU

word count: 6,919 characters

Every time I listen and watch Crooked I have an overwhelming desire to comfort and take care of GD. I was listening to it just now and was struck by motivation and that rarely happens so a bitch has to write it down when it does lmao

Summary: The club was always a loud crazy mess, but one man in particular seemed to be absolutely out of control, more so than the rest. Yelling, laughing, absolutely losing his mind with no regards to the people around him. He definitely wasn’t the type of person you would ever associate with, but something seemed... off. While in thought you failed to notice that he was heading your way.

The club floor was vibrating from the intensity of the music, blasting from every speaker in the place. As usual, your friends had gotten drunk and ditched you to go cause mischief for the night. Normally you only tagged along to be the designated driver, due to being too kind to say no. The club really wasn’t your scene, but you still dressed up in a relatively nice blouse and black tights, your favorite pair of four inch black heels on your feet. You didn’t look like you belonged there, but you didn’t look bad, either.

Scanning the room you could tell everybody in the place was either incredibly drunk, or currently working on it by slamming shots down at the bar. The atmosphere was sort of depressing to you, but everyone else seemed to be having a good time, so, what can you do?

Just as your eyes felt like you couldn’t possibly get any more bored, you heard loud annoyed shouting mixed with crazed laughter coming from the back of the club and stood up in an almost motherly instinct to make sure it wasn’t caused by anyone you came with.

Instead, you raised a brow at the sight of a man with... was that, white hair? Shaved sides, covered in tattoos, throwing his hands up and yelling before falling to the floor. Everyone around him looked incredibly irritated just by his presence alone, and you frowned. 

What did he do, get black out drunk? That is dangerous! Again, you couldn’t help the motherly instincts ingrained in you, and your brows furrowed with concern.

While you were pondering what to do you had barely noticed the male was already up and making his way across the room towards the bar, which you happened to be sitting right beside. 

He must have felt your gaze because before you could look away, his eyes locked with yours. Something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t as drunk as he let on. It looked like he was barely holding himself together, to be honest, and you felt a pang of sorrow in your heart for the guy.

“Oh, sweetie...” You muttered under your breath without realizing. Not like anybody could have heard you over the blaring music, but it seems he noticed your lips moving because he hesitated on the path to the bar and stared at you.

With your frown still on your lips, you patted the empty seat next to you, motioning for him to come to you and, for some reason, he actually did. 

The moment he sat down beside you, you reached your hand up to the stranger’s cheek and gently brushed your thumb against his soft skin. You probably looked crazy to most people, but to you, he just seemed like a hurt boy who was crying for help in the form of attention. 

The moment your fingers touched his cheek, the tears he must have been holding back spilled over and he began to break down right there beside you for reasons you couldn’t even begin to try and figure out. 

The two of you hadn’t spoken a single word to each other but it was obvious to you that he needed something to be there for him, and it was just as obvious to him that your intentions were kind. You gently guided the stranger’s head into your lap so that he could hide his crying eyes against your stomach, which he must have appreciated because there was no hesitation on his end.

To anyone around the two of you, it would just look like he got too drunk and needed to lay down for a moment and you were his supportive friend or girlfriend, but the reality of it was, he was having a breakdown right there on your shirt. 

“Everything is going to be okay” “Make sure to take deep breaths” You murmured to the male, unsure if he could even hear you over the club noise. Your fingers brushed through his shocking white hair in a slow and comforting rhythm, free hand tracing fingers comfortingly along his back.

After what felt like an hour but was probably only 20 minutes, his breathing calmed and he slowly sat up, looking to you with what you interpreted as an embarrassed expression. For the first time tonight, you finally heard his voice.

“Well... Normally I wine and dine a chick before I ugly-cry in her lap, may I ask your name?” he let out a forced laugh, to which you simply chuckled at, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.

“Y/n. And I think if anyone needs to be wined and dined here, it is you.”

This got a small but genuine smile out of him. “It is nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Jiyong. And is that an offer?” He teased.

“Well I figure this probably isn’t the best environment for you right now and you should probably get some food in your stomach because I am assuming you haven’t eaten or taken care of yourself in a while.” It was a gentle scolding, but for some reason he took it in stride and seemed to appreciate concern of any form.

“Well, you’ve got me beat there.” You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the soft smile that was forming. 

“Alright, Jiyong. Will you let me wine and dine you tonight?” 

“Y/n, it would be my pleasure.” He laughed at his own joke before returning your smile. “Besides, I would like to get to know the girl who, in the middle of the club, comforted an out of control stranger just out of the kindness of her heart. I mean... you probably shouldn’t be doing that.” 

You laughed before suddenly remembering that you didn’t, in fact, come here alone. You were the designated driver for your friends, but you felt Jiyong needed the company and support more than your friends did, since they had been MIA pretty much since you got there. 

You quickly stood up and grabbed Jiyong’s hand, turning to him. “Will you follow me while I go look for my friends? I need to call them a taxi.” 

He raised a brow at your remark, but didn’t question it and followed you through the crowd until you found your friends. 

Though they were drunk, they weren’t drunk enough to not notice this rugged trouble-maker looking man who had his hand in yours, the shock clear on their face. It seemed they trusted you though because they didn’t say anything about it once you gave them a smile and a nod, informing them you’d be calling them a taxi when they were ready to leave. 

After your friends agreed, you squeezed Jiyong’s hand and lead him out of the club and let out a loud sigh of relief. “Finally, space, air and silence!” 

“I mean, aside from the ringing sound, right?” He teased

You let out a chuckle and elbowed him gently. “Alright, what’s good at 2 in the morning for food?”

Without hesitation, Jiyong cut you off. “Breakfast of course, haven’t you ever had after-party food before?” 

You let out an annoyed groan, but the tone was clearly a playful one, before the two of you began your 2AM journey to find a breakfast place.

Though he seemed rough and dangerous on the outside, not to mention a wreck, you could tell he was a sweet guy, just going through his own troubles. He was actually kind of cute and gave off a bit of a shy aura if you paid close enough attention. As unusual as the entire night had been, you were happy that you invited Jiyong over, and you hoped that he felt the same.

[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pixelb4rbie]

The lack of gd fics recently is really killing me. If u see this pls send me some good jiyong fics & shit thank u

[howsit-going-toend]

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong x Reader AU series featuring Kim Jiwon and Choi Seunghyun

Genre: Crime/Mafia/ANGST

Word count: 4,700+

Summary: You joined the police force years ago to help clean up the streets of Seoul and rid the city of organized crime. You’ve seen some shit. You’re surely prepared for anything…but how are you supposed to feel when the big bad crime boss you’ve been after turns out to be a familiar (to say the least) face?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(A/N: WOW it’s been a while. Buckle up because this one’s a doozie. Doosie?...Duzey? Anyway, this part finally breaks down the past and lays it all out there. I’m truly happy with this and I hope you all understand why it took so long to finally post/write. As always, enjoy!)

Eleven Years Ago

“And his laugh! Oh my god, don’t get me started about that damn laugh.” You groaned, taking a sip of wine before imitating a laugh that sounded a little too much like Tommy Wiseau.

Jiyong covered his mouth with the back of his hand, chuckling uncontrollably at the impression of your now-ex boyfriend.

“See, THAT’s genuine laughter! You know why? Because I’m hilarious god damnit.” You took another frustrated sip.

“Y/N, I know you’re kind of worked up, but maybe slow it down there.” Jiyong suggested between his giggles.

It was your nineteenth birthday; the day you were finally of legal drinking age and the same day that you decided to break up with your most recent boyfriend. The two of you dated for just a little over three months. To you, it was three months that you hardly paid attention to, focusing more on yourself and finishing your first year of university and feeling as though texting him back was more of an obligation than a joy. You decided to break things off before getting too serious. But evidently, to him, the last three months were nothing short of incredible.

You assumed your words would be met with immediate acceptance; the end that was inevitable from the beginning. But no. He was devastated. And after he drove away, and you immediately felt like garbage, you took a quick trip to pick up a bottle of wine and call your best friend over.

It was the first time Jiyong had seen your apartment, since the two of you got accepted to different universities. Here he was after gladly tossing aside his own deadlines and driving the two and a half hours it took to reach you. His parents always said “Jiyong would cross oceans for Y/N at any hour of the day or night,” and they knew you would do the same in a heartbeat.

You’d known each other since you were children, so it didn’t surprise you when Jiyong made a comment on you drinking that reverted back to more of an older brother mentality.

“Hey, uh, how about maybe you don’t tell me what to do?” You replied with your sassiest expression.

“My bad, I forgot who I was talking to.” He smiled, taking a sip from his own glass. “So why’d you do it today anyway?”

You groaned. “Because he was planning to take me to some wine and food festival tomorrow that was probably going to be super expensive. And knowing how long I’ve been debating on breaking up with him, I knew it had to be today. But I didn’t expect him to bring me gifts too! I tried to emphasize to him so many times that I don’t like presents and yet he brought some up tonight.”

Jiyong smirked. “Wow he wanted to buy you gifts. He sounds awful. Good riddance!”

“Ji, I swear t-.”

“I’m kidding! You shouldn’t be expected to reciprocate feelings just because the guy buys you things. What did he try to give you?”

You winced thinking back to just a few hours prior to this. “A pair of slippers, some fancy candles, and this foot scrub because ‘you always said your feet hurt.’ But he gave it all to me after I broke up with him so of course, he said that to me with his head down like I just kicked a puppy. Also just putting it out there that I’ve literally never said that to him about my feet.”  

You paused to let out a frustrated exhale and drink a little more. “But the worst was honestly the cupcake. I was pacing in my room before he got here, trying not to lose my nerve because I felt so bad already. Then he emerges from his car and walks towards my door with a stupid cupcake. One with a single lit candle that he was holding his hand up around to keep the air from blowing it out. When he got to me, I said ‘oh no, you didn’t have to do that.’ And he laughed and said ‘yes!’ Then I basically leaned over, blew the candle out and said ‘No really, you shouldn’t have done that. Listen, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Y/N!” Jiyong laughed out loud, failing to cover it up with his hand once again in attempts not to ridicule this poor boy. “That’s borderline cruel. You said it before he could even get inside?”

“I had to! It’s my birthday and I needed to.” You stated and took a long last sip of your glass.

“No, I know. I know. But you know what I’m going to say.” He smirked.

You stuck your index finger out at him. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” You got up to get a refill and shouted once you reached the kitchen. “I mean it!”

“Ok… how about I call you heartbreaker instead?” He squeezed his eyes shut, silencing a chuckle, knowing the look you were about to give him once you returned to the couch.

You didn’t disappoint. You blew around the corner, almost spilling your new glass just to stare him down. “Oh you want to throw that word around? If anyone deserves that nickname it’s you and you know it!”

“Wow, didn’t even bother to ask if I needed a refill.” He pouted.

“Yeah, well too bad. Don’t avoid that title!”

He chuckled, knowing he hadn’t lost his touch with successfully pushing all the right buttons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sprang up from the couch to reach the wine.

“Of course you don’t… What about that girl you were telling me about a while back? You haven’t said a word about her since you’ve been here. You already broke up with her, didn’t you! Let’s point the right fingers here.”

“All right, yeah, I did.” He uttered from the kitchen over the sound of his glass filling.

“Ha!”

“On her birthday.”

You nearly choked on your own drink. “Ji, what the hell!”

“Kidding! Stop taking everything I say so seriously. Who are you?” He returned to the couch with a plop, gracefully avoiding spilling anything. “It was Valentine’s Day.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

You bantered back and forth for a couple more hours, polishing off the bottle of wine before making a quick on-foot journey to get another. It finally being your nineteenth birthday created a nice change to you and Jiyong’s usual strategy involving you entering a store separately; you purchasing snacks while he dilly dallies around the alcohol aisle, waiting for you to leave. Tonight, the two of you could blissfully waltz up and down the place without a worry.

You were all too eager to show your ID to the cashier when it was time to pay. “Bam!” You stated before the man could even finish asking you for it, making Jiyong smack his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered as he held the door open for you, referencing your slight drunkenness in the least stealthy way possible.

“Well, I’m sure he does now.” He laughed.  

The two of you walked back to your apartment, giddy from the wine you’d already consumed meanwhile anticipating the next bottle and arsenal of snacks that you were about to. You were blissfully drunk, with a full stomach, before you knew it. All along, you both babbled on with random life updates littered among childhood memories. There was no birthday celebration that could compare to this.

“Oh hey, you brought up the record player!” Jiyong exclaimed, having made his way to the corner of your living room; where you stored all the hand-me-down vinyls you’d both grown up listening to.  

“Nope that’s a new one actually. My aunt bought it for me before I moved out. She actually said ‘you can’t have mine but this one looks like it, ok?’”

You both laughed. “I actually saw her last weekend when I visited my parents.” Jiyong said as he ran his index finger along the edges of every vinyl.

“Awh, you did? God she was probably so happy to see you. When I visit, I just get scolded for not calling enough.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Listen, it’s the same thing when I see my parents. If you visit them, they’re both so cheery, especially my mom.” Jiyong laughed.

You beamed. “I love your mom! Does she ask about me?”

“Literally every time I’m home. She and Dami always ask when we’re getting married.”

“My aunt does the same thing!” You started laughing in hysteric unison. Your families always wanted you to end up together and they’d brought it up for years; always giving the two of you something to laugh about.

Jiyong shook his head and smiled as he pulled out a record, having finally decided to put some music on. “All right. We’ve got to play this throwback.”

“You know: Technically they’re all throwbacks. Neither of us were alive when any of thes-.” You stopped and laughed drunkenly at the look he turned to give you for the stupid remark.

“Oh wait wait!” You announced when a certain record got your attention. “I think we should put this one on and reliv-.”

“Nooo no!” He brushed your hand away from reaching for The Temptations’ “My Girl.”

“Oh come on, Ji. I’m the only one here. Please! Just do the dance, you don’t have to sing!” You begged.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Fine. You better not record this though.” He held out his pinky to you with narrowed eyes; what might as well be a binding contract with how you both treasured it in the past. You hooked your pinky around his and used your other hand to place your phone down. “Promise.”

He took to a position that offered the most open space while you dropped the needle on the outside of the record. As the song began, you crossed your arms and stared at him with a huge smile as he reluctantly began to step back and forth.

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May…

It was a performance perfectly reenacted from when you were kids; you were five and he was hardly seven. It was one of his mom’s most cherished home movies; little Jiyong performing his heart out at a family party, winning the hearts of all those around as he danced this adorable doo wop routine while gesturing to you with a bright smile.

Tonight was only a little different; that bright smile being replaced with one of red cheeked embarrassment as he extended an arm to you on each “My girl!” line. You snapped your fingers along, amused at how he remembered just about every step. When the song came to an end, you cheered and clapped proudly.

“All right, all right. We’re done with that!” He exclaimed, diving back into the rows of vinyl.

You both agreed to assemble a playlist; taking turns stacking your favorite singles out beside the turntable, one on top of the other, ready to be played in that order. Each one had a different memory attached to it that would light both of your faces with nostalgia within their first few seconds.

“Ah, ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!’” You exclaimed as Jiyong’s next choice began to play. “Your mom used to play this when she took us to school in the morning, right?”

His smile expanded as he started to lipsync along.

Listen baby,

Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low

Ain’t no river wide enough, baby

You started to snap your fingers back and forth before you joined in on your part.

If you need me, call me

No matter where you are, no matter how far

Jiyong extended an arm out to you dramatically: Don’t worry baby

You grabbed his hand and spun into his arms just in time for the chorus. Giggles escaped your chest, preventing either of you from continuing to sing along. This closeness was nothing out of the ordinary for you two. You’d danced together like that for as long as you can remember. Your fingers intertwined with smiles so wide they’d hurt if you weren’t a little intoxicated; it was harmless.

When the song came to an end and your next choice was readied, you naturally returned to each other’s arms. This time was a slow song, but neither of you missed a beat.

Put your head on my shoulder

You smiled at each other once more before obeying the opening lyric. You lowered your head to rest comfortably above his collarbone while the two of you swayed back and forth. “God, what a song.” You grinned.

“I know. This song’s helped me put the moves on someone at least three different times.”

You lightly smacked his chest, making him laugh. “Shut up.” You sighed back into him and closed your eyes. “I swear though, wine and slow dancing go together too well. And this is the best song for it.”

“Really? Better than Elvis? I don’t think you really believe that.” He argued. You lifted your head to see him holding his index finger up towards you, silently telling you to wait a second. He scurried back to the collection. He found what he was looking for in seconds, grinning widely at you over his shoulder before interrupting Paul Anka.

You smiled sadly at him as the gentle acoustic guitar came in and he pulled you closer once again. “Aw, Ji you’re gonna make me cry.”

Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

It was your favorite record. And he knew this better than anyone. You’d fallen in love with it ever since your aunt showed you your parents’ wedding reception video. Their first dance as one being to none other than Elvis Presley.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

You removed your hands from Jiyong’s and instead wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his own arms to hold you just barely above the waist, bringing you even closer together. You nestled your head into his shoulder once again, allowing the song to run away with your emotions. He hummed along to each line, creating a soothing vibration against your cheek

“Are you crying yet?” He whispered.

“No.” You whispered back. “I’m smiling.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too.”

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

As your favorite lyric soon began to close out the song, you lifted your head to look at him. Maybe it was the wine, or the late hour, or just the sheer romance of Elvis’ voice, but you really looked at him.

It felt like the first time you had ever seen just how dark his hair was. Or how many different shades of brown made up his eyes, and how well his brows complimented them. Stubble lightly dusted across his cupid’s bow and cupped around his chin, making you wonder if you’d ever actually seen him with facial hair before. His full lips made you smile wider, remembering the awkward dinner moment when you’d met his first girlfriend, and she’d said Jiyong and you have the same lips. His were pulled perfectly from either end, making the smile you’ve known the best all these years.

You realized he was analyzing your features as well, making you giggle in embarrassment.

“What are we doing?” You whispered.

Without missing a beat, keeping perfectly in line with the last few guitar chords, Jiyong and you both made a move that neither of you had ever expected to make. Somehow in that millisecond of silence, your minds came to the same conclusion. Quickly, but softly, your lips met.

The only remaining sound in the room was the low muffle of the turntable, serving to amplify just how exhilarating of a moment this was. You’d never pictured yourself kissing Jiyong before, and your present self couldn’t possibly imagine why.

His lips moved with yours in perfect synchronicity, gentle and warm but also eager to take lead and set a perfect pace, like the dance you’d just finished. Beads of sweat began to form at your hairline as you felt one of his hands cup your cheek, before tracing just below your ear and firmly hold the back of your neck.

You were swooning, entirely enthralled in him. Whatever this feeling was, it was completely alien to you. You didn’t even care that it was Jiyong. You were honestly impressed. As your best friend, and the person who knows you the best in this world, just how the fuck did he know you’ve always wanted to be kissed this way? All this made you smile into the kiss. You felt him smile back before reforming his lips to yours, taking shapes that felt all too natural.

To both of your dismay, it didn’t last forever. You returned to Earth after one or two last pecks, ending it with your foreheads pressed together. You lifted your gazes to meet one another, giving an identical look of wonder.

As you stared at him, he lowered his lips to yours once more. This time was just a simple, soft peck. You both kept your eyes open; joined in awe that this moment was real.

And that’s how it happened. There wasn’t anything remotely awkward about it. The following morning, when the booze had completely worn off and all of your senses restored, the two of you simply laughed, before holding each other tight. There was never any talk of “so, now what?” or “what does this make us?” You both just knew.

And it was the easiest thing that your hearts had ever accepted.

It was your little secret for a few months; keeping the official beginning just between the two of you to ensure it really was what you both wanted. After everything was settled, you had your fun slowly sharing the news with your family and friends. Jiyong would playfully argue that you might have had a little too much fun with it. But their looks of surprise and heart bursting excitement would stick with you forever.

You’d take turns joking about how stupid you were to never realize it sooner: being together just made sense. Your friends and family always knew. (Your exes most definitely always knew.) As cliché as it seemed, you both had just been looking for love everywhere but right in front of you.

You both soon finished out your undergraduate degrees. You were this close to finishing the same semester as him, but in true Jiyong fashion: he beat you to it and finished early. Following your graduations you bought a puppy (a gift from you to him; he immediately named him Gaho) and moved in to an apartment together; something that surprisingly took very little convincing from Jiyong’s parents. (He’d claim there wouldn’t have been a damn chance if it was anyone but you) You were allowed to live in sin so long as you both moved back to Seoul and entered solid internships.

All along you treated each other better than any partner either of you had ever had; demonstrating incredible patience as you learned and grew together in ways you’d never imagined. Family members would boast about the two of you proudly, while close friends would fight the urge to scowl jealously. It was borderline sickening just how natural and blissful everything truly was. They made up some of the best four years of your life.

And never, in your wildest nightmares, did you ever think they would end.

“I’m home!” You announced.

You hummed to yourself as you slipped off your shoes and hung up your coat. The law firm had finally granted you an easy Friday workload, and you had all intentions of using the next couple of days to celebrate.

“Ji, are you here?” You spoke up as you made your way to the kitchen so that, if there, he could hear you from the bedroom. You hadn’t heard from him all day, but that was nothing out of the ordinary; lately his own internship had been especially demanding of his time. He was probably still at the office. You sighed sympathetically and decided some soup would be a nice surprise for him.

“Gaho!” You called, assuming the wrinkly monster was sound asleep in the other room. You reached for the notepad and pen attached to the fridge and began thinking of just how much you would need to pick up before Jiyong got home.

You tapped the pen on the notepad as you looked around the kitchen. You opened cupboard after cupboard, noticing just how much needed to be replenished. “Aish, did he make stew for the whole building today?” You rolled your eyes before writing down each missing ingredient.

“Gaho! Come here!” You repeated, knowing he usually slept as heavily as Jiyong. Shaking his food usually does the trick. You thought to yourself with a smile.

But as you walked over to its usual location you stopped. “Oh come on, we can’t be out of his food too. I swear we just bought some.” You put your hands on your hips out of frustration. “Awh, Gaho, I’m sorry. I hope you have at least something left in your bowl.” You muttered to yourself as you turned the corner out of the kitchen to check.

“Ok, this is weird.” Your brows furrowed. His bowls were gone. You checked the sink and saw no sign of them. Your pulse quickened as you speed walked to the bedroom.

“Gaho?” You called, hoping to see a pile of wrinkles on his bed or hear the sound of his little nails tapping on the hardwood floor. But as you stood in the doorway, his bed was nowhere in sight.

Your chest began to hurt as tears budded beneath your eyes. Gaho had spent weekends at Jiyong’s parents’ house before and even with your aunt. But you knew this weekend was never discussed to be one of them. And even if it was, they had bowls and a bed for him there. Something must have happened. You frantically reached for your phone and dialed Jiyong.

No answer.

“Ji. Ji, please call me. I don’t know where Gaho is. Please tell me you know.” Your voice shook as you left the message. There wasn’t a single sign of a break-in either. Or at least none that you were aware of.

You started pacing in the living room, thinking of all the possible scenarios. Whoever took him must have taken all that food too. You wouldn’t expect burglars to steal vegetables and bean paste, and leave behind the flatscreen, but it was the only explanation. You sped to the bedroom closet, fearing for your and Jiyong’s safes.

As you illuminated the walk-in space, the sight before you brought you to your knees. Everything on your side remained unruffled and unbothered. Nothing was even close to being out of place. Even your safe and few pieces of jewelry. But on Jiyong’s side, every last item was gone.

Every suit, every pair of pants and shoes, and even every fucking hanger was missing. As you gazed at the storage space above his side, and saw no sign of his luggage either, you collapsed.

“What the fuck.” You cried out, shaking and sobbing from uncertainty. You reached a trembling hand for your phone and tried calling him once again.

No answer.

You threw it to the side and somehow managed to pull yourself to your feet. You walked slowly to the bathroom, silently repeating “No, no, no…” to yourself. You closed your eyes as you turned the light on, nowhere near ready for what was there.

Every product, every personal hygiene tool, even his toothbrush, everything that was his: gone. And once again, whatever was yours, remained untouched. You gasped out loud and covered your mouth as sobs pulled themselves out of you. This had to be some kind of sick joke. It just had to be.

As you turned back to face the bedroom you saw through cloudy eyes the very last thing that you didn’t want to see. The item that debunked the miniscule shred of hope you were clinging to; that someone just had to have broken in so cleanly and so precisely, cleaning out everything that belonged to Jiyong, including Gaho and all of his belongings as well. You could have hung onto that ridiculous scenario for just a little while longer if you didn’t see it. There on the bed laying perfectly, and all too intentionally, was a folded piece of paper.

This time, when your body crumbled to the floor, it stayed there for nearly half an hour. You couldn’t stop crying. And for the life of you, you couldn’t move a muscle. When you finally found the strength to, you crawled to your phone. Before illuminating the screen, you begged the universe to grant you at least one text message from him.

Nothing.

You spent the next couple of hours there on the floor, endlessly sobbing and making phone call after phone call; each one feeling more useless than the last.

When you finally got a hold of yourself, you instead called a friend that lived nearby and begged her to come over. You spent that night, and the following week, at her place. It took that long for you to even walk back into that apartment. And it took even longer for you to finally read that letter.

“I love you too much to allow you to be put through what I’m going to put you through. I’m so fucking sorry. Take care of yourself and  please: be the person you want to be. -Jiyong”

You ripped it into shreds on the spot. That was it. That was the only glimpse of an explanation that he ever granted you. Just like that, he left.

And you were never the same.

His disappearance came just as much of a shock to everyone else. No one could make sense of it. Not his parents, or even his best friends. They were all furious with him and could hardly speak about it. No one could give you answers.

And that’s all you tried to obtain for the next year: just some fucking answers. You were desperate and angry, lonely and above all you were ungodly depressed. When you couldn’t find him yourself you waited. You waited for so long. You lived each day as if it would be the one that he’d come back through the front door and back into your life.

But it never came.

You became self-destructive, going through every stage of grief at least three separate times. All along you begged the universe to show you even just one reason. Anything that could have shown what the fuck you did that was so wrong. Just come back and tell me why. You mumbled this phrase to yourself a million times, and when family and friends grew worried you mumbled it to psychiatrists a million times more.

It was some of the worst and most confusing pain you’d ever experienced. You endured it for nearly two years, until one cathartic appointment allowed you to finally accept it. You were done waiting. You couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. But you had to get your life back.

You met Jiwon the following week. It was the very same week that you decided to change your focus back to your childhood dreams. You didn’t want to be a lawyer. (Though you ended up marrying one) You wanted to be a badass detective.

You now thought deeply about everything that had changed in just seven years.

You stared at Jiyong through the one way mirror completely stone faced, trying your hardest not to laugh at the fucked up irony. Even though you didn’t know it until that night in the warehouse, when he’d reignited that deep emotional pain with a matching physical pain at the hand of his crony you realized: you’d never truly stopped looking for him.

And now, seeing him sitting there before you, wanting your superior’s attention and wishing to make a deal with your boss…your rage was unfathomable.

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why? → r.d

✧ pairing; yukimura anzu x rae dara (ft. rae dongyul, rae donghyuk, rae dai & rae dahye and mentions of yang hyunsuk)

✧ summary; red’s mother doesn’t want her to be idol being so young, but red is already in love with the idea of ​​being an idol

✧ warnings; anzu being a strict mom, angst, sad (?

✧ note; dāri means honey in japanese

2001

Her brown hair flew with every movement she made, her feet almost tangled and her hands moved strangely but she was happy, she was feeling the song and she was not going to stop, however ridiculous she might seem.

The voice of Michael Jackson sounded through her room, Smooth Criminal was one of her favorite songs. She loved the aura that transmitted that song and every time she listened to it she had to dance, it was a rule that she followed very strictly. She turned around, her eyes were closed as she danced around her room, so when she saw her father leaning against the door frame she jumped in her place before bringing her right hand to her heart.

"Dad, you scared me." Her father smiled for a few seconds before he stretched his arm out into the hallway. Little Dara frowned when she saw her father so serious "What's wrong?"

"Your mother wants to talk to you, come down."

That phrase made her step back automatically, she shook hands with her father "I haven’t done anything".

"I know you have not done anything" The man wanted to laugh at the attitude of his daughter but he knew he shouldn’t do it, not with what his wife was going to say. He scratched his nape with discomfort. "She just wants to tell you something."

Frowning, the oldest daughter of the Rae came down the stairs with her father behind, both walked to the kitchen, where her mother was cooking. Dara sat on a chair and looked at her mother with questioning eyes while Dongyul watched them from the other side of the kitchen.

"Dārin " Anzu smiled sweetly at her daughter before crouching in front of her.

The two yearold baby Dahye gave a small laugh from her place when she saw her older sister, Dongyul approached her. The younger green eyed gaze fell on a package that rested on the countertop, her eyes shone with excitement and her heart began to beat strongly.

"Is it the contract?" She pointed before jumping out of the chair and running to pick up the package in her hands. It was heavy and thick, you could tell it had many leaves.

The couple looked between them.

A few days ago a former idol and owner of an idols company had visited their restaurant for dinner and happened to hear Dara sing and offered her a contract as future idol in his company, YG Entertainment.

Since then, Dara was happier than usual, her dream of being a singer was closer than expected, she could fulfill it!

But her parents ...

Her parents were not so convinced about letting their ten-year-old daughter become a superstar, they wanted her to be a normal girl and to live normal experiences and not follow the stereotypes that just because she was pretty, the only thing she could dedicate is to be famous.

"Mom, can we read it and sign it?!" She started jumping into place, squeezing the contract against her chest.

"Dārin, I need to tell you something" She took her to the same chair where she had sat a few seconds ago. She knelt down again. "Look, being an idol is very hard. Do you understand that? "

"Yes" She answered without hesitation.

"Then you will know that for us, your parents, it is hard for you to be idol at a young age. It's not a good idea, dārin. I'm so sorry. "The silence fell between the four of them, even little Dahye was silent. Dara frowned before letting go of her mother's hand.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Dārin, I'm very sorry but I can’t let you be an idol. At least not now! She gave her a sad smile, taking her hand again." You get it, right? "

The girl blinked a couple of times, trying to assimilate the situation.

They weren’t going to let her be an idol.

The only thing she wanted in this life. The only thing she fought for, the thing for which they made fun of her in school, the thing for which she had almost no friends. She had the opportunity and her parents were denying her, the people she trusted the most and the ones she loved most were denying her the opportunity to be happy.

Really happy.

Her small heart broke into a thousand pieces causing tears to accumulate in her eyes. She let go of her mother's hand almost with disgust and looked at her with pure rage.

"Why?" Her voice shivered.

Anzu didn’t respond. Dara looked at her father but he avoided her gaze. Dara didn’t understand, her father always supported her about being a singer, always showed her proud to his clients and sometimes told her to sing for him when his head hurt.

Her best friend had disappointed her.

The truth was that Anzu didn’t want her daughter to be an idol because she didn’t like it, it was not something she expected for her second child. She wanted her to be a great doctor or something for which she had to go to college and have a nobel but no, fate had other plans for her and Anzu can’t do anything against it.

"Because no" She answered before getting up and turning around, ready to continue cooking dinner.

"But why not?" Her voice came out louder this time, her tone rising unintentionally.

“Because no".

"But why?".

The older green-eyed turned around, feeling stressed and somewhat angry at her daughter's rebellion "Because no!" She exclaimed making her daughter jump in her place "I don’t want you to be an idol, Dara!" She approached her and tried to take away the contract that the girl was pressing against her chest tightly. Dara writhed, preventing her mother from snatching it, but she succeeded.

"Mom, mom, give me the contract!" She begged but her mother ignored her before approaching the window and throwing the pile of papers out the window.

Dara's lower lip trembled. Her feet hit the ground before a sob came from her throat.

"No!" She ran to the window to try to catch the leaves but some flew out. She tightened her grip on the window frame.

"You'll thank me later, dārin” The woman tried to stroke her back but she pulled away before she could.

"I hate you!" She exclaimed before another sob came out, the tears began to run down her cheeks "Someday I will be the best idol of all Asia and the only way you can see me will be on television."

Running out of there to go to her room, not caring her mother's surprised gasp at the expression she had used towards her or the sudden cry of her little sister.

On the way to her room she met Donghyuk and Dai, the older frowned when he saw her crying and her face red.

"Noona, do you want to play with hyung and i?" The high-pitched voice of the five-year-old Dai didn’t stop her, normally she would have accepted very happy because Dara worshiped each of her three siblings but at that moment all she wanted was to lock herself in her bed and sleep. She closed the door, leaving Dai somewhat confused "Noona?"

Donghyuk pressed his lips in a thin line before pulling the little Rae "Come on, Daidai."

"But noona..."

"Noona wants to be alone, Daidai."

On the other hand, Dara cried in her bed. She cried non-stop, wondering what she had done wrong so that her mother denied that opportunity. She helped at home, did homework, got good grades, didn’t do bad things at school and was good with her siblings. What had she done wrong?

"I hate you so much” She whispered between sobs before shrinking more between the sheets.

She felt so bad. She hated her mother, she was a good person who only expressed her love for her family but today she had shown that not everything was pure love and happiness on her part.

How could a mother destroy the dreams of her children?

For hours she stayed in the same position, crying non-stop, listening to the happy screams of her brothers as they played, the television with some stupid drawing to entertain Dahye and finally the door of her room opening. She cringed more looking at the wall of her room, the fetal position helped her a lot.

She felt a weight sink the mattress. And suddenly silence. It was already early morning, her siblings and the woman she had wanted to call mother until a few hours ago were already sleeping so she knew perfectly well that it was her father.

"I'm sorry for what your mother has done but you know I couldn’t do much." Her father's voice was soft and somewhat disgusted. Her heart tightened and the desire to cry filled her again. Why did you do this to me dad? "I went to take out the trash and I found this" Her father's hand slipped into her field of vision and from it hung a lot of pages, they were somewhat dirty and broken but you could clearly see that it was the contract.

The brunette opened her eyes in surprise and after snatching it she sat on the bed, analyzing the contract to make sure that this was the reality and not a dream that had caused today's disgust. She looked at her father, meeting him looking at her with a small smile on his face.

"It's signed," She whispered when she saw her father's signature. Dongyul smiled.

"You deserve to do everything you want in this life and if you want to be a singer, be a singer because I know you have talent for it and that your mother is wrong because you are strong and no matter how hard the life of the idol is, I know that you'll be able to do that and much more” He gave her a last smile, got up and kissed heer forehead before starting his way to the door.

"Appa" She called when he was about to close the door, he stopped and looked at her. Dara looked at him with tearful eyes and a big smile on her lips "Thank you very much. I love you".

“I love you too, little star” Dongyul just smiled at him and closed the door.

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I hate you (not).

Genre: Fluff

Kwon Jiyong X reader

warnings: none

words: 1176

‘Aish..’ you hissed as you felt your fiancés palm fall on your cheek as your alarm clock kept ringing, making the most obnoxious sound possible. ‘Why on earth did I buy this little shit??’ you thought to yourself. You quickly swiped his fingers away and told the clock to ‘shut up’ as if it would stop yelling at you on command. You did that a lot actually. Always speaking and ranting to object as if they could hear you. This was an outcome of your not-so-social childhood, when all the people who you could openly express your feelings to were your stuffed animals. Thanks to your middle school bullies who made sure that you hesitated to speak your mind even in your adult life. All through high school and university, you had a hard time connecting with other people, especially men your age. Every single time someone tried to get close to you and get to know you, you would either ignore them or push them away in a fear of embarrassment. Until you met him. Your fiancé, Kwon Jiyong. Yes, the man, the myth, the legend himself.

You met him during Seoul fashion week where you were working as an assistant coordinator a few years ago. You just happened to pump into him while he was having lunch backstage with Soojoo and his other model friends. Being the gentleman that he is, he introduced himself to everyone who entered the room, including me. Despite his high status, you didn’t feel intimidated. Mostly because having this job, meeting celebrities was nothing new to you. But still, because of your childhood, you felt awkward speaking with people who you knew had amazing social skills that they had probably been practising for years. However; Jiyong was different. He was more reserved and quiet compared to the most A-list celebrities that you had met throughout your career. He seemed genuinely curious about you and your job, asking questions and overall being very attentive. The moment felt almost unreal to you, because if this was any other man, you would have bailed the situations already, but because of his calm nature, you felt at ease to converse with him. Maybe it was because he is older than you that he’s more mature compared to guys your age.

You got up from the bed after you had finished slandering your alarm clock, and as you were leaving the bedroom you could hear a faint deep groan from under the blankets. You let out a light chuckle. Jiyong has never been a morning person. You let him sleep late when he was home because you knew that he wouldn’t be getting much sleep once his schedule started again. You started to make breakfast, while also making sure Jiyong’s morning coffee was waiting for him on the breakfast bar once he was ready to get out of bed. Even though he enjoyed sleeping late, he would still get up moments later after you, because sleeping late is not as much fun if you have to cuddle yourself. And in all honestly, he would much rather spend his mornings tired with you than alone in the blankets.

‘Morning baby’, Jiyong said in his still raspy morning voice, which in your mind resembled a lot like the sound a dragon would make. ‘on brand...’ you thought to yourself before letting out a little giggle. ‘Morning handsome’ you answered back while giving a little peck on his cheek.

‘Sorry you had to wake up with my fingers all up in your face this morning. You know that happens when I sleep on my back.’

‘I know Ji. Good thing we didn’t get up to anything last night. Despite knowing myself, I would not want your after-fun-fingers anywhere near my face.’ You said as you scrunched up your nose. Jiyong gave you his signature gummy grin as you two continued to eat breakfast.

‘I heard you get angry at your alarm clock again. What did that poor little guy do to you?’ Jiyong laughed as he remembered you shouting at your grey little devil that was sitting on your bedside table.

‘It was yelling at me and I did not appreciate it. So, I let it know that.’ You said, sounding very matter of fact-ly.

‘Well you can only blame yourself for that, since you bought it.’

Jiyong had always found your habit of speaking to objects adorable, and more than anything, quite entertaining. He knew about your past, so he did not feel the need to make fun of you for it. It was actually one of the things you two bonded over once you two started to spend time together. You had to deal with bullies and Jiyong, being the celebrity that he is, of course had faced all sorts of trouble and hate throughout his career. Because of his job, he too could not openly express his thoughts and feelings without a fear of judgment. He was able to relate to you and you could relate to him. Over the years you two became each others security blankets. You could openly and honestly share your feelings to each other without the fear of judgement or embarrassment. He sometimes even encouraged you to speak to things while playing along, because he knew that it made it easier for you to sort out your thoughts.

Jiyong got up from the breakfast bar stool and walked around the kitchen island to stand behind you. He hugged you from behind, giving you a kiss on the back of your head.

‘Ah babe, you know I love you, but try not get angry at the microwave when I’m gone. You know he makes most of our meals.’

‘Sure. Unless he beeps too long.’ You said with a serious facial expression.

‘Maybe you should start paying him for the verbal beating he keeps getting as your go-to punch bag. One day you’re gonna receive an angry letter from the microwave social services if you don’t reward him for taking your shit.’

‘I will clean him if I start ranting at him again alright? That will be my payment for your efforts for putting up with me.’ You said as you pointed at your microwave that was sitting on the kitchen counter. You looked back at your fiancé who was standing next to your front door putting on his jacket and ready to leave for work. He was smirking at you softly as he listened to you talking to your microwave.

‘You know, sometimes I think whether it would be possible for you to fall in love with some of these things. Considering how passionate you get sometimes ㅋㅋㅋ..’

‘I hate you Ji, you know that?’ you said while giving a little push to his arm as he was trying to tie his shoelaces.

He always liked teasing you, he’s always been cheeky like that.

‘Hate me enough to marry me?’ He said while grinning at you.

You gave him a sigh, ‘Just enough...’

END.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I’m still new to writing longer scenarios so feedback is very much appreciated! x

[obsessedwithbbandsuju]

Half of You

He should be here soon, Taeyeon thought, glancing at the time. She took a deep breath. It was nervousness, exactly, that was making her shift on her couch – no, it was more like unease.

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Son Taeyeon

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

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He should be here soon, Taeyeon thought, glancing at the time. She took a deep breath. It wasn’t nervousness, exactly, that was making her shift on her couch – no, it was more like unease.

She and Jiyong-oppa hadn’t parted on the best of terms, when he finally enlisted in the military. Ever since that argument mid-2017… they had made up about a month afterwards, finding it too jarring, too hollow, to not see each other for so long, but still, both of them could tell that there was a rift growing again, the kind that hadn’t gotten between them since after they broke up all those years ago. The entire twenty months of Jiyong-oppa’s time in the military, thinking of him had made her feel like there was a gaping hole widening inside of her. It was bad enough that she missed him – his warmth, his kindness, his intelligence, his humor, his understanding.

But on top of that, she had been so worried that when he came back, things would no longer be the same. Almost two years… their relationship had already been dangling on a tenuous thread, and almost two years apart could be more than enough to completely sever that. She would do all that she could to ease the tension between them, but there was only so much that she could do. If Jiyong-oppa didn’t reciprocate, their relationship… it might go down the drain.

The thought of that was – well, it was horrifying. For better or worse, Taeyeon wasn’t the kind of person who liked to dwell on things that were over and done. She tried to push away thoughts of her father when he came up in her mind. She tried to ignore her mind’s incessant speculating about her mother. When she broke up with someone she buried the sadness where it couldn’t threaten her daily life and her work. But this was Jiyong-oppa. The person who called her half of his soul, the person that she called half of her soul. The person who understood her so intimately, so entirely, more than anyone else did. He was someone whose simple presence next to her brought her a sense of unspeakable comfort and contentment. Others might call in monotony – and maybe it was – but it was stable. Sure. Unchanging. And if she lost that…

With a long sigh, Taeyeon raked her hands through her hair. She was leaning back in the couch when she heard the sound of her apartment code being inputted. Her eyes widening, she leaped to her feet on autopilot, line of sight glued to the door.

Jiyong-oppa stepped in, shutting the door behind him. Their eyes met.

Taeyeon was walking towards him before she even consciously realized it. And she didn’t even have to make it halfway before Jiyong-oppa, reading her mind, opened his arms. Her hurried stride lengthened to a dead run, and she practically launched herself into his embrace, wrapping her hands around his waist tightly and burying her face in the crook of his neck. She felt him close his arms around her, his face pressed to the side of her head. All of it felt so natural. Nothing mattered. Her previous worries, they all evaporated to nothing. Meaningless. Hugging him, Taeyeon couldn’t even remember why she’d been so uneasy before.

“I missed you.” Jiyong-oppa��s voice was quiet, but choked with emotion. It was a rare thing for him to openly sound like this, and Taeyeon felt her throat closing up in response.

“I missed you too,” she whispered, holding him tighter, basking in the sudden contentment that had come over her as soon as their bodies collided. This. This was what had been out of her reach for the past two years without him – this feeling of security, of complete wholeness. She could only feel this when she was with him.

“You don’t get it,” Jiyong-oppa murmured, even though they both knew that she did get it – she got it perfectly. “I didn’t feel complete without you.” His arms around her tightened, but Taeyeon wasn’t complaining in the least. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his hair, still shorter than she was used to from his time in the military. Something about the motion seemed to please Jiyong-oppa – she could have sworn that if he were a cat, he would have purred as she did that.

“Neither did I.” And she was being honest.

They refused to let each other go for another minute. And when they finally pulled back, Jiyong-oppa cradled her face, his fingers brushing over her cheeks, and studied her desperately, like he was trying to make sure it was really her. His eyes were teary.

Overcome with emotion, Taeyeon traced the skin under his lower lip with her index and middle finger, needing to feel his warmth to confirm that this was a reality. That he really was back. She didn’t even notice that a tear slipped down her cheek until Jiyong-oppa smeared it gently with his thumb, his gaze fixating briefly on the droplet of water. He was really back, wasn’t he?

He is.

“We should sit,” Taeyeon said, even though her voice came out hoarse and broken from crying and she didn’t really want to let go of him. There was a beat and Jiyong-oppa nodded, reluctantly releasing her to take off his boots. He was still dressed in military gear – only the hat was missing, probably left in the car. Taeyeon led him into her apartment and to the couch, and they both sat.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. A part of her was still afraid that if she did, he would disappear.

He wasn’t looking away from her either. Their gazes met several times, but somehow, it wasn’t at all awkward, not in the least.

No, Taeyeon thought. It wasn’t somehow. She was a fool to have worried that it would ever be awkward between them after they hadn’t seen each other in so long.

“I’m sorry,” Jiyong-oppa said. “For everything I said to hurt you before.” He shook his head, the intensity in his eyes communicating all the things that just words couldn’t. “I was a fucking idiot for thinking I could bear to still be angry after two years without you.”

Taeyeon had to swallow hard before she could speak. “You went off to the army thinking that you would still be angry at me when you came back?” she asked. She wasn’t upset. She had had similar thoughts. Maybe not intentionally, but… it had always been there at the back of both of their minds, the idea of I’m angry at you now, and when we see each other again I’ll still be angry at you.

Jiyong-oppa nodded. “We were awkward when I left. I remember that a part of me was still pissed. I thought that it would last through all my time in the military, but it…” He shook his head. “…it all disappeared as soon as I walked away from you after we said goodbye.” Taeyeon had to avert her eyes at his admission to stop herself from tearing up again.

“I know I already apologized before I left for the military, but I need to do it again. Properly this time.” Jiyong-oppa’s voice was soft, but the sincerity in it could have shaken anyone to their core.

“I’m sorry, Taeyeon,” he said. “For everything I said to hurt you before. I didn’t mean any of it. Will you forgive me?”

I’ve already forgiven you, Taeyeon thought. I think I forgave you the moment you turned around after saying goodbye to me. She understood exactly what Jiyong-oppa was saying. She had thought some of the resentment left from their argument would last throughout all his time in the military, but she had been an idiot to think that. It hadn’t lasted, not even a single day.

“I forgive you.” Her response was simple, but she’d never been surer of anything she said. She did forgive him. Completely.

“And I need to apologize, too,” she said, because it was true and she did and it hadn’t been just Jiyong-oppa who’d let his words fly like bullets when they’d fought years ago. Apologies didn’t come naturally to her, but this one she had to do.

“Everything I said that hurt you that night,” she started, echoing his words because they applied to her completely too, “it was all a lie. Not a single word was true, and I should never have said any of it. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“I forgive you.” Jiyong-oppa didn’t hesitate, not even a single second.

That was it. That was all it took to resolve the tension that had been between them – or had it been resolved even before that? It was ridiculous to think that Taeyeon had worried so much about it for the past two years while Jiyong-oppa had been in the military, when it was just this… simple for them to figure it all out. It hadn’t even taken five minutes.

And now, looking at him, all of her problems felt distant, at least for the time being. She felt grounded, calm, even serene. After all the time she’d spent feeling like there was a gaping hole inside her, it was impossible to express in words how reassuring it was.

But if Taeyeon had had any doubts that their nickname for each other – my soulmate – was correct, she had none left now. Jiyong-oppa’s time in the military had been the undeniable confirmation, because she had just missed him so much. She wasn’t sure if it was normal to want to see anyone so badly. Without him, she’d felt like a huge chunk – no, half – of herself was just gone.

I didn’t feel complete without you, Jiyong-oppa had said. And that was it. That was exactly it.

Jiyong-oppa laughed. It was a short, breathless laugh, but it conveyed everything. Relief. Happiness. Disbelief. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” he asked, a smile spread over his face, crinkling his eyes and exposing his gums. God, that smile – Taeyeon hadn’t seen it in so long. It made her heart swell with pleasure.

“I really am,” she assured him softly. And you’re really here, too.

Without warning, Jiyong-oppa pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her again and sending her backwards so she was flat on her back on the couch with him on top of her. The surprise, though, lasted only a moment. She put one hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his head, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. His familiar scent flooded her nose – it was exactly the same as she remembered, twenty months ago when he left for the military. She’d hugged him then, too, but it had been brief, stuffy, nowhere near as tightly as she was now.

For a few more minutes they were really content to just lay there, basking in each other. Jiyong-oppa relaxed completely on top of her, but he wasn’t heavy and Taeyeon didn’t mind. She adjusted her legs on either side of his waist to make them more comfortable, and let all the tension drain out of her body. It had been too long since she had felt so at ease.

“Hey,” she said softly. Jiyong-oppa stirred.

“Stay the night.”

He lifted his head and looked at her, their noses nearly touching. “If it’s okay with you then I’d be happy to.”

“It’s more than okay, I’m asking you to do it,” Taeyeon replied honestly. She knew Jiyong-oppa would become busy again soon. She knew that she was busy. But just for today, she wanted to have him by her side while she worked. Everything, even the things that stressed her out, always felt better when he was with her.

“Then let me just go to my apartment and get changed,” Jiyong-oppa said. Taeyeon nodded. His place was only one floor below hers anyway, so it would be quick.

For the rest of the day, she was happier than she had been in a long time. She still worked – sat on the couch and sketched out some design ideas for D’apchier, looked over the script for The World of the Married, an upcoming drama that she’d gotten a role for, read over some rough drafts for possible tracks in the future. They were things she did for the majority of every day, but it was completely different in that Jiyong-oppa was next to her. Sometimes he was laying with his head in her lap, other times he was leaning against her with his chin propped on her shoulder, and still other times they were just sitting, legs tangled together. It was tranquil.

“It figures that the first shower I take outside of the military is at your place,” Jiyong-oppa commented with a grin as he came out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He had switched to the pajamas he’d also brought over from his apartment, the thin material clinging to his moist skin. It made Taeyeon happy to see him look so relaxed.

“Complaining?” she asked, a smile involuntarily spreading over her face.

“Not at all.”

After he’d dried his hair completely, he flopped down on the bed next to her, making the mattress bounce with the impact. Her bed wasn’t satisfactorily big enough for two people, but they could both fit, their bodies pressed together and their legs in a careless tangle. They were both facing each other; even in the darkness of the room, Taeyeon could mentally map out every centimeter of his face. And as her vision adjusted slightly to the lack of light, she could make out his eyes, glinting lowly in the weak rays of moonlight making their way through her curtains.

“Let’s never do it again,” Jiyong-oppa whispered.

Taeyeon blinked. “What do you mean?”

He took one of her hands in his, his skin warm as it enveloped hers. “Let’s never let anything split us apart like that again.”

Feeling her heart swell, Taeyeon squeezed his hand and, reaching forward, placed her other hand on his chest. “Let’s not,” she agreed, her voice soft with emotion. “I’ve put too much into here,” she said, pressing her fingers gently against the spot that she could feel his heart beating, “to let that happen.”

It was true. There never was, and there never would be, anyone who knew her as much as Jiyong-oppa did. Over their nearly sixteen years together she had entrusted a lot of herself to him. She had told him, showed him, some of her deepest secrets, her most terrifying worries, her weakest moments – and he had done the same for her. He was someone she could relate to, someone who she could always look to for comfort just by him being there and someone who was comforted just by her being there, someone who invigorated her mind and calmed her heart and someone whose mind she invigorated and whose heart she calmed, in a way that no one else did to either of them. She would never let anything threaten what was between them again.

“Half of me is yours,” she murmured. “It’ll always be that way.”

Jiyong-oppa closed his fingers around her hand, placed on his chest. “Half of me is yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

Neither of them were people who believed in or spoke much about forever. Neither of them were people who even liked talking openly about their emotions. But this one thing, Taeyeon knew, they could be honest about.

Because they were completely sure of it.  

[cigarretesandwine]

-an excerpt from a fic i wrote

[khhunniewriting]

Daddy Over Santa

Christmas Special

The mall was completely packed with people running from store to store to try and finish their Christmas shopping. Jiyong kept his beanie low and scarf high enough to conceal his identity as he pushed his daughter’s stroller. Even though people were too busy to notice him he knew he had to take precautions or else he would risk having you and Ji-Eun swamped by fans. 

You hooked your arm around his walking beside him as he lead the way out. It was nice to have Jiyong around so close to the holidays. Many other years you had to struggle to get him home on time. He had missed Ji-Eun’s first Christmas and even the one before that thanks to his tour scheduling. Now that she was a year old he made sure to plan well and allow himself the time to be with you two during Christmas. 

As he made it to the center of the mall he spotted the long line that lead to the mall’s greatest Holiday attraction, pictures with Santa Clause. Walking past the line and getting closer to Santa Jiyong saw how happy the kids looked as they got their picture taken. 

“What is it?” you asked when he suddenly stopped. Following his line of sight, you saw he was looking at the families that were walking out with their picture in hand. 

“We should do that.”

“Take a picture with Santa?”

He nodded as he continued to look on. Currently, there was a little girl who looked to be his daughter’s age sitting with Santa. She was smiling brightly as she looked up at the man dressed in red. Her hands grabbing at the long white beard that fell beside her. “Wouldn’t Ji-Eun like that?”

You looked down at your daughter who wasn’t even looking in the right direction.

“That little girl seems happy.”

“She does” you acknowledged his observation. “But if you go up there I’m sure there will be plenty of people taking pictures. I thought you didn’t want pictures of Ji-Eun circulating the media.” Jiyong had been very private about you and his daughter. He didn’t like anyone getting involved in his personal life and kept the news about his family to a minimum. 

He sighed, “You’re right.”

“Hey...” You kissed his cheek when you saw he looked down. These were the moments he would think being an idol was hard. Many times he mentioned things he wanted to do but couldn’t. It was your job as a wife to remind him that everything was alright even if he couldn’t do it all. “Don’t worry, Ji-Eun is just happy when you are around. You don’t have to do anything else but be by her side.” You took your daughter out of the stroller and carried her so she was face to face with Jiyong. “Right Ji-Eun, you just love being with Daddy right?”

The little girl nodded with a huge smile that had her nose wrinkling up. 

“Give Daddy a kiss,” you told her. Ji-Eun was more than happy to comply. She held her Daddy’s face and gave her Daddy’s pouted lips a kiss. 

“I still want to take her picture with Santa.”

“Maybe we can get Seungri to dress as Santa again.” You remembered him dressing up once before. At the time you were only dating Jiyong and Seungri told you some very important information. “I wonder if he has any more secrets to tell me about naughty Jiyong.”

Jiyong laughed awkwardly as he took his daughter from you. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He walked ahead of you leaving you to push the empty stroller.

He would never tell Seungri to dress as Santa again but it did give him an idea. “You want to see Santa Ji-Eun?”

“Yes,” the little girl answered although she lacked the knowledge of who Santa was. ‘Yes’ was one of a few words that she knew and lately, she said yes to everything.

A few days before Christmas there was a party at YG for all of the idols and staff. Jiyong had asked you to go on with Ji-Eun since he had something he had to do first. When you showed up with Ji-Eun you were ambushed by Daesung and Seungri who immediately wanted to take her from you.

“Y/N please let her uncle Daesung hold her. You want to come with me right?” Daesung smiled and danced around goofily for her. Ji-Eun, of course, ate it all up and laughed.

But Seungri wouldn’t give up so easily. “Ji-Eun you don’t want to go with him. I will buy you anything you want~”

“How about this...” you set Ji-Eun down on the ground and adjusted her red velvet dress as she sat down on the carpeted floor. “Let’s have her choose who she wants to go with.”

The battle continued as Seungri and Daesung tried to get her attention. Ji-Eun made a motion to crawl over to Daesung but stopped when Seungri pulled out his phone and played a video of Jiyong. The familiar voice enticed the little girl. “Daddy?” she asked.

“Don’t play dirty Seungri! Ji-Eun that’s not your Daddy.”

You laughed at the sight of the two men who were down on their knees trying to get a one-year-old to favor them. 

“Jagiya” Jiyong called out to you. 

“Jiyong” you smiled when you saw your husband dressed as Santa. “Is this what you were doing?” It was so funny to see your fashionista husband dressed like a normal Santa. If he ever dressed like Santa you expected him to be in a sharp looking red velvet suit, no burgundy maybe. He would probably have his hair dyed white like back in his Heartbreaker days. You pulled his hat up to check his hair color. “Oh, it’s still black.”

He knew what you were thinking. “I didn’t have enough time to go to a salon.” He pulled out some gold frame lensless glasses and put them on. “What do you think? Would you still love me if I look like this when I’m older?”

You laughed even louder, tears formed in the corners of your eyes. “You would never look like Santa but even if you did I would love you.” You pulled down his fake beard and gave him a kiss. “However I would ask you to shave.”

Both your attention went back to Daesung who shouted happily when Ji-Eun finally crawled her way over to him. He picked her up and spun around with a giggly Ji-Eun. 

That’s when Jiyong remembered he had to get in place. “Jagiya, I got a photographer and line of kids waiting for me. Bring Ji-Eun so we can take a picture.”

After he pointed out the location you realized Jiyong had made a replica of the mall Santa’s scene but better. Haru was the first in line followed by Sean’s kids and the rest of the YG family’s children. “You really went all out.”

“I said I wanted to that picture of my little girl with Santa and I’m going to get it.” He walked off to battle and sat down on the throne-like chair to begin taking pictures with the kids.

You got Ji-Eun from Daesung and took her to get in line. The wait wasn’t long, as you stood in line you could see the crowd around you growing. Many people were taking pictures with their phones as well. 

Ji-Eun’s hand grasped your necklace and leaned closer to you. She remained still as her eyes went to what was ahead. 

When you took a step forward she tugged on your necklace and gave a small hum that sounded uneasy. “What’s wrong Ji-Eun?” You removed your necklace from her hand and readjusted her in your arms so you could see her face. Her brows were deeply furrowed and her lips were pressed into a thin line as she looked in Santa’s direction.

She remained silent and turned away. The next step you took caused her to panic. She turned her head back and saw she was now close to the red and white man. “Look Ji-Eun it’s Santa.”

Ji-Eun held on tightly to your arm when you tried handing her over to him. “Mommy” she called out to you normally at first then her voice wavered. “Mom-my~” she finally frowned and began crying when she was on Jiyong’s lap.

It was easy to see Jiyong was surprised by her reaction. He bounced her up and down on his leg in a bit to comfort her. “It’s okay Ji-Eun.” He leaned forward to look at her but it only made things worse. Ji-Eun began to cry loudly. Her face had turned red as tears fell down her eyes.

“Shhh~ it’s okay princess” Jiyong continued to try but only made her scream. It was clear she didn’t like Santa when she kept reaching towards you. She desperately wanted to be taken away.

You complied and picked her up. It was surprising how loud she had gotten, you had never heard her cry so loudly before. Her tiny arms wrapped around your neck tightly and you could almost feel the racing of her heartbeat against your chest. “You don’t have to be scared of Santa.”

“No!” she screamed. 

Jiyong was horrified by his daughter’s reaction. All the other kids liked Santa. It was only Ji-Eun who had cried.

Daesung and Seungri came to help and tried showing Ji-Eun there was nothing to be afraid of. “Ji-Eun look Santa is nice” Daesung and Seungri both sat on Jiyong’s lap making his groan at their weight. “Nice Santa” Daesung gave Jiyong a kiss on the cheek before stroking his beard with a smile.

For a moment Ji-Eung stopped and looked on. Seungri thought she was fine now and took her from you but started whimpering as soon as he took her closer to Santa. “Hyung I think she’s scared.”

“Ji-Eun-ah~” Jiyong called out to her in a sweet voice. 

She recognized it as her father’s but was confused because she didn’t see him anywhere. “Daddy” she cried.

“You want your Dad?” Seungri asked.

She quickly nodded. 

“This is your Daddy, look.” Seungri pulled down Jiyong’s beard and Ji-Eun stopped. 

“Daddy” she whined confused by what was going on. As soon as Seungri put the beard back in place Ji-Eun cried again. You giggled, finding it a bit funny how a simple costume could make her react this way. It was very clear Ji-Eun wanted nothing to do with Santa. She kept calling out for her Daddy but Jiyong couldn’t do anything because he would only make things worse.

“Come here Ji-Eun.” You decided it was best to take her away and calm her down while Jiyong got out of the costume. “I’ll go take her for a walk.”

When Jiyong was out of the costume he went looking for you and found you sitting at the table that was reserved for Big Bang. Ji-Eun was laying against your chest, she was now her regular calm self except for the puffy red eyes she had gained from all the crying. 

“Hey” Jiyong sat beside you two.

“Hey” you smiled at him knowing he was upset.

“Daddy!” Ji-Eun crawled into his lap and sat there while Jiyong wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head feeling bad for scaring his little girl. “Were you crying?”

She nodded.

“What happened?” Jiyong asked pretending not to know.

Even if she knew how to talk she wouldn’t want to talk about what happened earlier. 

“Ji-Eun met Santa but she didn’t like him,” you explained. “She was scared and kept crying for you.”

“Is that true?”

Ji-Eun nodded. 

“You prefer Daddy over Santa?” he asked and of course Ji-Eun smiled.

You laughed, “Do you even have to ask?” You ran your fingers through her soft baby hair and moved it out of her face. “She just wanted to see you.” The little girl clearly knew what you were saying. She started smiling again which made Jiyong feel better too.

Jiyong realized you were right all along. His little girl was happiest when he was around. That was enough for her.

-end-

A/N: More Holiday scenarios coming up ^^