#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.

[talkingsaxy]

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[maskedcrawford]

Green Eyed Monster

G-Dragon x Reader x platonic! Jackson Wang

Summary: You and Jackson Wang get close through work and your ex isn't too keen on the fact that it looks like you've moved on.

Warnings: Some angst, fluff at the end.

A/N: Thank you to anon who requested, I got to try my hand at writing for Jackson Wang and I'm going to OPEN requests for him if you guys want something. Leave a like and/or a reblog if you enjoy! Much love <3

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You’re sitting in the makeup chair when you feel a pair of hands delicately touch your shoulders. You look up from your phone in the mirror and you see his big dark eyes and light brown hair in the mirror.

“Well, it took ya long enough, J,” you say with a teasing smile as you get up and hug him. You and Jackson Wang had been working together for the last 4 months on a song for your album and today you were shooting the video.

“Always a pleasure,” he says genuinely and returns your hug. Were you and Jackson together? No. Were there rumors about such things? Absolutely. The song being about love didn’t help matters. You guys had known each other briefly through mutual friends but when you had the idea for the song, you knew his vocals would take it to the next level.

“Jackson, Y/N!” the director shouts and you two spring into action with the video. The video itself was pretty intimate; the two of you on a bed tangled together in the sheets, touching, be all close and having no sense of personal space whatsoever. But, Jackson is a professional.

“So if I put my hand here,” he’s talking to the director and looks at you and you give him a nod before he touches your hip.

“And then I can slide it up like this,” he does the motion and pulls you closer to him.

“Yeah, that’ll work perfectly,” your director says and you roll with it.

“Let’s move on to the kiss,” the director announces after that scene. You blush as the time comes for the practical make out session that’s needed for the scene. Jackson was obviously cute, and him so being so respectful and kind? That only made it worse.

You can’t help the nervous laugh as you two are placed together and he starts smiling at you.

“You ok?” he asks genuinely, “We can figure something else out if we need to, find another way to,” you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“I’m fine, seriously. Just don’t eat my face,” you wink at him with a chuckle. He gives you a gorgeous smile while shaking his head.

“Might be hard, you’re lookin extra good in that outfit,” he subtly looks you up and down. You two had a flirty relationship, but both of you knew it wouldn’t really go anywhere. The scene commences and you lock lips passionately and for a brief moment you forget its for a music video, that is until you hear the director call cut and you both slowly separate, a slight blush on both of your cheeks.

“That was great, guys. We’ll pick it up tomorrow!”

The video is done after a few days and the album dropped four months later. Your adventures continue with a world tour together, but tonight you were performing at the infamous MAMA awards. Since you two were doing a love song it was known that you would have to kiss for the sake of the performance.

“Look, people love us together,” you smile as you show him a picture you posted with a bunch of likes. He smiles as he clicks on the comments.

“This isn’t helping the dating rumors ya know,” he winks at you playfully and you roll your eyes.

“Us kissing every night doesn’t either, not to mention neither one of us have confirmed or denied anything. Besides, who we go out with really isn’t their business.”

“Ever since you made headlines with G-Dragon though, they think it is,” he corrects you.  You raise your eyebrows with a sigh that confirms he isn’t wrong.

You and Jiyong had been together 4 years, until the beginning of this year. Schedules got in the way, and Ji had admitted to kissing another woman at a party when he was drunk. It was a one-time thing and for a while you were able to move past it, but eventually, everything came crashing down.

“How could you still not trust me?” he shouted. You were in tears, your nerves were shot and honestly you didn’t want to have the argument.

“You were all over her, Ji. Tell me I’m lying! You kissed another woman before, it’s not like you couldn’t do that and more,” your voice was bitter and weak from tears.

“Oh my god, are you ever going to let it go?” he looked annoyed, he looked weak and desperate to escape the mistake that played through your mind more than you cared to admit. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself practically. But who was he to tell you how long it took to heal? Who was he to say that he atoned for what he did just because of a few ways he tried to make it up to you. Girls were constantly all over him so it wasn’t like he was in short supply. It had caused you to feel insecure, regardless of whether or not he was drunk.

The two of you stayed silent, deafeningly silent, until Ji finally sighs and rubs his temple with his fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbles, “I can’t keep paying for this when I think I’ve proven I’m not that person,” his eyes are cold, depleted of life. It broke him to do this, but he didn’t see any other way.

“We’re done,” he said before walking out of your house with nothing more than a kiss to the forehead.

“Earth to Y/N,” Jackson calls out and you shake your head pulling yourself out of the intense flashback.

“Huh, oh, sorry,” you sheepishly rub the back of your neck.

“Let’s practice one more time,” he takes your hand helping you stand up.

“Ji, have you seen this?” Taeyang was over at his house and pulled up the love song you and Jackson put out.

“Hmm?” he glances away from his phone and furrows his brows at the video. He see’s the two of you kiss on screen and he feels, that pang of jealousy. He’s seen the video before, he seen it the day it came out, actually. But he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want to think of it.

He hadn’t seen you since that night, not in person anyway. On TV shows and award ceremonies, he would watch, quietly support you and your career, even liking the first picture or two you posted of you and Jackson.

“They are performing tonight at the MAMA awards, so you’ll probably get to see her,” Taeyang calls out as he heads to the kitchen.

“She’s going to be there?” His voice is rushed, excited almost.

“Yup, we better go too, we’ll be late.”

You and Jackson are at the venue preparing for the show, hitting the choreography perfectly multiple times.

“OK, we gotta get dressed,” you say as you two come out of each other’s embrace

“We got this in the bag,” you both high five and he brings you in for a hug.

“You should really layer a little more deodorant,” you say with a giggle. He sniffs his shirt and makes a twisted face.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughs as he jogs off stage. As you walk off to go to the dressing room you stop as your breath hitches in your throat.

Ji-yong laughs as he feels someone stop and stare, he looks away from his manager and he spots you. His smile fades as he takes in your shocked face.

It’s still as beautiful as the first day he met you. He gives you a small wave and smile and you can’t move. His gaze is friendly and lingers for a moment. He starts to walk towards you, until he see’s Jackson come up behind you with his hand resting on your back. You look up at him directly and he can see the smile on your face when you look at him.

He feels the aching jealousy well up inside him but he pushes it down. You nod your head at something he says, and Jackson flits his gaze to Ji before giving a pursed lip smile and dragging you off with him in another direction.

“What could she possibly see in him?” Ji yong asks out loud not really expecting an answer.

“Hyung, did you really think she wouldn’t,” Ji-yong shoots Taeyang a glare, “Move on?” he finishes carefully.

“It’s been 8 months,” he tries to be gentle with Ji’s feelings, but the sting is too much. Jackson Wang was in a place he was supposed to be in. One he’d still be in most likely if he hadn’t of screwed up.

“Still fucking stings,” he grumbles. Taeyang sighs and gives his friend a hug.

“You both,” he pulls back and looks his friend in the face, “Need to move on. It’s time.” He tries to encourage him, tries to show him it’s healthy to move on, but the way Ji-yong loved you, despite his mistake, he was sure he’d never love anyone the same way.

“It’s not that easy, hyung.” He sighs as he sits down for the stylist to do his hair.

“She was everything, my muse, my rock, my reason for breathing. There were days I only got out of bed because I knew I would see her and that it would help make my day better,” he remembers fond memories as he talks to Taeyang about you. One of you and him riding the ferries wheel and getting stuck on top, that’s where your fist kiss was. When you accidently spilled ice cream on your top and he gave you jacket to cover it. When you’d both grow bored at parties after a little while and want to leave to just spend quiet time at home. He missed the way your touch made him feel like everything would work out, the way you made him feel like he was enough for exactly who he was. He sighs as he finishes getting ready for the show.

“Ok, are you ready for this?” Jackson asks you with anticipation.

“Absolutely, just don’t kiss me with tongue tonight,” you swat his arm and he laughs.

“No promises,” he winks and kisses your temple. You both get into position and the song starts as the lights go up. You follow the normal dance routine, spinning and swaying your hips to the beat, and kissing at the end of the song.

As the song is performed Ji can’t help but watch from the side of the stage, the way your body moves so gracefully and how it fits to Jackson’s so well when he had to wrap his arms around you, but it wasn’t the perfect way it fit Ji-yong’s. No, your body wouldn’t fit to anyone else’s the way it did his. He noticed the happy smile on your face, only noticing it falter when your eyes locked as you look his way.

The song ends and the lights go back down. You and him rush off stage and as soon as you are out of view you jump into his arms, adrenaline running high. He catches you with a huge smile on his face and he kisses your cheek sweetly. Ji-yong watches just off to the side and he rolls his eyes. He walks past you and you catch him out of the corner of your eye, his face deadpan.

You stay to the side of the stage to watch him perform. As he looks off to the side, he catches you watching, swaying your body to the music and nodding your head. He gives a half smile your way and you return one. His performance ends and he runs off stage he takes his mic off and before he can run to you, Jackson once again is in the place he wants to be, by your side.

“So, I was thinking, we could go down to the club and celebrate,” Jackson’s excited nature was infectious.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you glance at Ji-yong who’s giving you a glare again and you furrow your brows at him.

“We’ll leave in a few, get changed!” He runs off to get his stuff together and you go to walk off, but before you can you feel a hand around your wrist pulling you back. You look back and see it’s Ji-yong who has an unreadable expression on his face. You look at each other for a moment.

“I really need to talk to you,” he pleads.

“I,” you look in the direction Jackson went and back at Ji who looks slightly hopeful you’ll stay.

“I can’t,” you say tearing your arm away. He lets you go and for a moment lets you walk away before following you.

“Y/n,” he catches the door to your room. You look over at him, he still takes your breath away, the way his hair clings to his forehead from the sweat, the way he looks at you with his dark eyes, the way his clothes somewhat soaked with sweat cling to his body.

“What, Ji? I have somewhere to be, Jackson isn’t going to wait on me forever,” he scoffs and looks off to the side, mumbling something to himself.

“You want to share with the rest of the class,” you sass him.

“Not really,” he sasses back. You roll your eyes.

“I’m changing so at least shut the door. He walks in and shuts it.

“I meant with you on the other side of it,” you shoot him a glare of annoyance.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, held or tasted before,” he smirks and you roll your eyes with a sharp exhale.

“Whatever,” you pull your top off your head and his eyes go directly to your body, not in a sensual, sexual way, but in a way that he’s curious. He notices you’ve put on a just little weight in the last 8 months and you instinctively wrap your arms around your torso.

“Can you not, stare,” you pause looking away from him, “at me,” you hear his footsteps come closer and he lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reaches for your arms to pull them away and he’s inches from your face.

“Ji-yong,” you put a hand on his chest pushing him back slightly. His eyes flash with hurt before he recovers.

“Be honest with me,” he says standing back further as you find a different shirt. While you’re slipping it over your head you hear him ask, “Does he touch you better than I did?”

“What? Who?!” You all but shriek.

“Your little fling,” he motions his hand as you pull the shirt over your head you take off your pants next and put on some comfortable leggings.

“What ‘fling’,” you ask bewildered by his audacity. He rolls his eyes, saying his name makes him feel ill.

“Your little affair with Jackson Wang, y/n, I know about it, and so does the rest of the world, besides with the way you were sucking face out there, you don’t try to hide it.” You can see his jealousy and you quirk a brow at him. You decide to have a little fun at his expense. After all if he’s going to be nosy and a jerk at the same time, why not have a little fun.

“What Jackson and I are, or aren’t,” you pause and stare at him directly into his eyes, ��doing is none of your concern. You left me, Ji, who I’m with now is none of your business.” You strap on a pair of sandals and walk out the door leaving him standing there.

“Jackson,” you call out and race to him. You can feel Ji-yong watching you so you slip your hand in Jackson’s as you walk off.

At the club the music is loud and the drinks are good, but you start to let your mind wonder back to your ex-boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about,” Jackson yells over the music as he see’s you staring into space.

“Ji-yong,” you huff.

“He nods his head understandably. He heard about all of it, multiple times, and he knew you still loved him.

“You wanna dance?” His offer is intriguing and you decide it’s better than sitting there thinking of the guy who broke up with you. As you and Jackson dance you happen to look over your shoulder and see that face that makes your knees weak.

“Holy shit,” you yell and Jackson notices your body tense as he looks at you concerned.

“What?” you point to Ji-yong as the answer to his question.

“Go talk to him.” He tries to push you forward.

“No, he was a dick.” You pout. He nods and walks over to Ji-yong for you. You watch as he gets closer, and even buys your ex a drink.

“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but me and your girl,” you see him gesture to you, “We ain’t together.” He throws back a shot and so does Ji.

“She isn’t ‘my girl’,” he corrects solemnly.

“Could’ve fooled me. She talks about you constantly,” he chuckles and Ji-yong quirks his brow. Jackson knew you’d either thank him or kill him for this, but he wasn’t worried about that right now.

“She does?” he looks over to you, seeing you dance alone.

“Oh yeah, how bad she misses you, wishes things would’ve been different.” He nods his head and looks down at the bar.

“So what’s with the rumors and the kiss and,” Jackson nods interrupting him.

“We did the song together and just became close friends. As far as the kiss, management thought it’d be good for the song if we kissed like in the video. We’re completely platonic though.” He downs another shot, Ji-yong decides not to, he wants his head clear when talks to you.

“Go get her, man,” he encourages and Ji-yong nods his head as he makes his way to you. He slides in behind you while you dance and the intimate smell of cologne and cigarettes wafts to your nostrils. You feel his hand on your hips as he moves with you.

“Can we talk,” he asks in your ear and you just keep dancing, ignoring his words but not his touch, you bring his hands around your torso so he encapsulates you.

“Jagiya,” his voice is soft, sultry even, and once the music ends you sigh and turn to face him.

“Can I please talk to you,” you see Jackson at the bar smirking at you. You give him a half smile as you find an area in the club away from all the people.

“What is it,” you don’t know how else to ask.

“I miss you,” he’s straight to the point and you didn’t expect that.

“Ji,” you sigh.

“Look, I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I seen you with him tonight and I hated it. He had you the way I should, the way I did.” He steps closer to you; you back up hitting the wall. He closes the space, your mouths just inches apart. He’s intoxicating, the way he looks at you, smells, and just the feeling of his body near yours is electric.

“He kissed you the way I did, the way I still want to,” he mumbles as he caresses your cheek.

“Not really,” you utter barely above a whisper.

“Hmm,” he asks like he doesn’t understand.

“He didn’t,” you look into his dark, beautiful eyes, “kiss me the way you did. It wasn’t the same passion or love. It wasn’t the same feeling I got with you.” You feel your cheeks blush as you confess to him.

“His touch,” you runs your hands over his arms that are locked onto your hips now,“Isn’t the same. Its not as electrifying.” You look at him through your lashes.

He looks relieved.

“So, you really aren’t with him?” you shake your head no.

You bring your forehead to his and whisper to him, “I’m not with anyone, I’m yours Ji-yong, I always have been,” and before any other words can be said his lips are on yours, smoothly moving in sync and he pulls your impossibly closer as you fist his shirt.

“Aegiya,” he practically whimpers when you separate.

“I need you to come home.” You smile at his confession.

“Promise me something,” you say cautiously.

“Anything,” his desperate eyes search yours.

“You’ll give us time to rebuild trust and be patient with me,” you’re asking more than telling.

“As long as you want to trust me again, I’ll prove you can.” He smiles.

“Then lets get out of here,” you grin as he takes your hand and leads you out of the club.

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[kwomikailea]

help

Guys help me😭 I've trying to find a specific one shot of gd, where he and bigbang are like performing and its the reader's birthday or sum, and gd was singing R.O.D(requested by taeyang after mentioning it was the reader's fav song) as a final song of sorts, and he and the reader had a duet, i can't remember the title and i don't know if its on here or on another website😭😭 im legit losing my mind😔😔😭😭😭

[ldydeath]

My Heaven | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong wants to marry you.  Warnings: None. Author’s Note: This is short sappy fluffy fic in honor of Valentine's Day.

Today was your five year anniversary and Jiyong wanted to make today as special as possible. It was no secret that the man was crazy about you, he only told you every chance he got. Which is why tonight at dinner, he was going to propose to you. Jiyong had been talking about marriage for a long time now, bringing it up in interviews. Tonight had to be perfect. Jiyong didn’t know what he’d do if you said no. He wasn’t going to think about that right now, he had too many other things to prepare than to think about the worst case scenario. 

You had been given very clear instructions to pamper yourself that day, mani, pedi, buy a new outfit, all at his expense and then meet Jiyong at the restaurant for dinner. You weren't stupid, or at least you hoped you weren’t. Men didn’t usually drop such large hints when they were about to propose but Jiyong couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Not that he’d said anything, but he was good about dropping the biggest, most obvious hints. You’d had butterflies in your stomach all day as you pampered yourself for your big date. There was nobody else in the world for you and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with your soulmate. 

“Hi you.” You grinned at your boyfriend as you walked into the restaurant. You took note that it wasn’t the fanciest place you’d imagined but you trusted Jiyong, whatever his vision was you knew you’d see it soo. “Hi.” He grinned, standing up to greet you with a kiss.

He was nervous, something he’d never been good at hiding but you hoped you could reassure him throughout the night that you knew and it was an easy yes. He had to know this was all you’d ever wanted, since the first day you’d met him. He was special, he was amazing, he was yours. Who wouldn’t want to be with him for the rest of their life? 

“How was your day?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, and he raised a brow in response. You shook your head taking a sip of your wine. “It was good, how was yours?” He leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips. “It was good.” 

As you two ate, he continued to tease you, asking questions and watching your disappointed reactions every time. This was definitely more fun than leaving hints around the house for you. Not that he didn’t have more tricks up his sleeve, because of course he did. He cleared his throat as he finished eating and leaned over the table, a card dangling from his fingers. You eyed it suspiciously before taking it from his fingers. 

“What’s this?” You looked up at him before eying the card again trying to make sense of the address on it. ���Meet me there in twenty minutes.” His eyes scanned your body, before he tilted his head to look down at your shoes. “Might want to change those.” He stood up, adjusted his coat and walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you soon. Dinner’s already paid for.” He winked at you before walking out of the restaurant. 

What the fuck? This man was going to drive you insane but you couldn’t help the grin from spreading across your face. The address he’d given you was to one of your favorite spots in town and you couldn’t wait to get there. You had time though, it was an easy five minute drive to the location and you didn’t want to arrive early. He too needed to be kept guessing. 

You pulled up at the park and made your way through the entrance, not sure where to go when you spotted a faint glow off in the distance. Your stomach was currently doing summersaults, why were you nervous? It was only the moment you’d been waiting for for nearly five years. Spotting Jiyong standing in the middle of the courtyard you smiled as you made your way to him. 

He’d lined up the circle with roses and twinkling lights, making it look like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Which it was, every day with Jiyong had been a fairy tale. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him. His face lit up and he grinned at you.

“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes as you stopped in front of him. 

“Had to change my shoes, remember?” He smirked at your comment, pleased that his trick had worked. "What's all this?" You knew the answer, but you needed him to say it.

Grabbing your hands in his, you offered him a reassuring squeeze. Your eyes stayed locked on his, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. Which was getting difficult with the way he was looking at you. He always looked at you like you were the only person on the planet but this was different, somehow. More intense, more love than you’d ever remembered seeing. 

“You are by far the best thing to ever happen to my life. I knew when I met you that you were different, I wasn’t prepared for how you were going to come in and flip everything upside down. Everyday's an adventure with you, I genuinely have no idea what’s going on in that brain of yours or what you’ve got planned for us and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He paused, pulling a box out of his pocket, your breath catching in your throat as he smirked at you before kneeling down on one knee. “I had so many things prepared to say to you but I’m afraid if I don’t ask you now I’ll chicken out. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me, will you marry me?” 

You stood there for a minute trying to get the words to come out, all you wanted to do was yell yes a thousand times but you couldn’t get the words to come out. You nodded your head frantically and Jiyong grinned at you as he moved to slide the ring on your finger. 

“Yes, yes…a million times yes.” You cried as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He laughed before covering your lips with his. “Oh my god, I’m going to be Mrs. Dragon” you squealed as you pulled away, bringing your hand up to your face to examine the ring. Not that you cared at all about the design, you only cared about the man it belonged to.

Jiyong laughed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you back through the park. “Maybe we should try Kwon.” He teased and you shook your head. You’d tell him some other time that you would be requesting all your friends to call you Mrs. Dragon from here on out. He was the one that said he liked you keeping him guessing anyway. 

“I love you.” He sighed into your hair as he planted a kiss on your forehead, opening your car door in one swift moment. God, he was so hot when he oozed this natural confidence.  “I love you too, Mr. Dragon.” You leaned up pecking his lips and he rolled his eyes as you slid into your car. 

He had the rest of his life to argue with you about names. If you wanted to be Mrs. Dragon, he’d call you that, whatever you wanted. He was going to spend the rest of his life spoiling you. 

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[oraclekleo]

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

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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.

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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!

[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 :)

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU’VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JIYONG PT.2

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[maskedcrawford]

A Shadow of Doubt

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Ji-yong isn't a fan of you and your ex working together.

Warnings: some angst.

A/N: To the sweet darling anon who sent me this request, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted (if you wanted more angst or more fluff plz tell me). Otherwise I hope you guys enjoy.

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“Yeah, that sounds great! Thank you for calling!” you say as you hang up the phone. You grin from to ear as your boyfriend, Ji-yong, slinks his arms around your waist pulling you in close to him.

“What was that about, Jagiya?” he asks still a little groggy from sleep. His rests on your shoulder. You spin in his arms and drape yours around his neck.

“I just got a call from the publisher over at 31 Rue Cambon and they want me to shoot for their next magazine cover!” you exaggerate the word cover. Ji-yong’s eyes widen and his grin stretches from ear to ear.

“Agi that’s amazing, congratulations!” He gives you a hug and you rest there for a minute.

“You’re coming with me, right?” you ask as you pull apart.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

The next day you and Ji walk into the studio hand in hand excited for the day. As you round the corner you’re greeted by a familiar face, Minjun, your ex-boyfriend.

“Oh my goodness!” You smile as he looks up and has a warm friendly smile.

“Y/n?” he’s stunned to see you as you walk over and give him a hug.

“Minjun, it’s so good to see you!” You don’t notice how Ji-yong’s body tenses at the sight of your hug. Does he trust you? Of course. Does he trust your ex? Not a chance.

“Wait, are you my partner for the shoot,” you state more than ask as you take in his exquisite outfit.

“Looks like it,” he chuckles as he moves his eyes over you in a way Ji-yong doesn’t like. He strides up to you throwing his arm over your shoulder, sizing up the man you used to call baby. You toss a glance Ji’s way and notice his stature, confident, sexy, protective. You smirk to yourself.

“Minjun, this is Ji-yong,” Minjun bows in respect to Ji and you can’t miss the smirk that rises up on his face.

“I’m a big fan,” he states respectfully. Ji raises his eyebrows and barely mutters a thanks before turning his attention to you.

“Don’t you need to get ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys in a bit!” You go to leave them, but Ji takes hold of your wrist pulling you back to him. He gives a deep kiss, one that while it might sound sweet, wasn’t about you at all. It was about letting Minjun know what’s his. He’d make sure he knew you were happily taken. You practically push Ji-yong off you to make your way to the makeup room.

Once you’re dressed and your makeup is done its time to shoot. You walk out to see Minjun dressed in dapper clothing and smile to yourself. He always was handsome, nothing compared to Ji-yong, but he was still good looking.

“Beautiful as ever. You’re a vision,” he flatters as you walk on the set. A light blush comes up on your cheeks and Ji-yong rolls his eyes as he watches you.

“We need y/n here and Minjun, here,” the photographer poses you both for a few shots before the rhythm finally sets and you’re in a groove.

“Oh that’s great!” the photographer says as Minjun puts his hands around your body, holding you close, almost intimately. Ji-yong groans and you notice your boyfriend looking stressed. You finish the shoot and Minjun gives you a hug telling you how well you did and how good it was to see you.

“Yeah, and now you can tell her bye because we are leaving, unless you wanna give him a kiss goodbye,” Ji-yong cuts his eyes at the guy who looks at you with his brows shot up.

“I uh, listen, y/n I’ll see at the show tomorrow night,” he walks off awkwardly.

“What the heck was that about?” you ask Ji-yong, trying to keep your voice down.

“You didn’t have to be rude to him,” you stick your finger to his chest.

“What did he mean, tomorrow? What show?” Ji’s eyes narrow at you now.

“Along with shooting for the magazine, they ladies in the makeup trailer told me I’m being asked to walk in the fashion show tomorrow night.” You explain calmly.

“So, before I came out I verified the information and it’s true, I get to walk the catwalk.” You did a short but dramatic strut, forgetting about your man’s attitude for a moment as you get more excited for the night ahead.

“W-wait, so you’re walking with him?” his tone is mixed with a bit of fear, jealousy and something else you can’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you shrug as you take his hand and begin to walk out.

“Why?” he asks like it isn’t obvious.

“Ji, you’re an ambassador, why is this such a big deal? I thought you loved Chanel,” you guys get into the car and he’s silent.

“Come on, yeobo, talk to me. You know the silent treatment freaks me out,” you say low as you remember part of the reason you and Minjun broke up years ago. He was the last guy you dated before meeting Ji, and the relationship wasn’t the epitome of healthy. When got mad he would go silent on you, never wanting to talk about anything but instead bottling it all up until he exploded. This eventually ended up with the two of you growing apart. You didn’t talk about anything meaningful and wouldn’t have the hard but necessary conversations. So you both decided it was time to end things.

You can see Ji-yong thinking, he’s always animated that way. You can see the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to think of what to say, it’s one of the many things you love most about him.

“I’m just,” he sighs as he parks in front of the building.

“What,” you question and take his hand in yours.

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” he gives you an apologetic look, but you aren’t having it.

“Just tell me.” You sigh as you both walk in the house.

“Fine,” he says a little louder than he meant to.

“I don’t like that you’re working with him, I think it’s stupid but I’m not going to ask you to not to do the show or anything because that isn’t fair to you but you being near him freaks me out.” He stares at the floor until he feels your hand on his cheek.

“What, you’re jealous?” You can’t help the hint of amusement in your voice.

“I don’t know, I mean I trust you and I know you love me,” he still won’t look at you so you move his head to stare in his eyes.

“I love you, Ji, not Minjun,” you chuckle to yourself for only a moment.

“You, what?” his eyes are wide and a smile begins to appear on his face. You hadn’t said the words yet, but you knew it was bound to happen.

“I said, I love you,” you cup his face tenderly and he crashes his lips to yours in quick, sloppy kisses.

“I love you more,” he says against your lips. You giggle and he places you on the counter in the middle of the kitchen.

“You know I’m not going anywhere,” you peer down at him with his face still in your hands.

“I want to be with you,” you say sweetly as you rest your foreheads together.

“Don’t let anyone else make you think otherwise, ok? You’re the one I want. You’re the only one I want.” He nods his head as he stares up at you in awe, for a moment he really can’t believe you’re with him.

The next night, the place is hopping with activity. Cameras flashing, tons of people talking and giving interviews, this is one of the things you love most about being an idol, yes the applause and cheering fans are great, doing music is amazing and your dream, but being in the mix of the chaos was an adrenaline rush like nothing else in life.

Ji is dressed in his usual Chanel fit, the black and white shirt and pants with the little tie around his neck. His mint hair is slicked back and he has a pair of sunglasses on.

“You look very handsome,” you give him a sweet kiss before exiting the car. He hums into it and as you try to pull away, he deepens it, once again like a reminder that you’re his. Even though you don’t need one.

You playfully roll your eyes. Ji’s always been protective, but you’d never seen him jealous before, not like this at least. While part of you liked it, part of you knew he’d need some reassurance later.

You both stop for pictures and interviews for a brief moment before heading back to the dressing room. You spot Minjun and wave as you walk in.

“I thought you might have left us,” he says with a hug hello. Minjun’s eyes land on Ji-yong and he gives him an annoyed look. Minjun purses his lips and back off of you.

“I’ll see you out there, Aein,” once again he leaves after giving you passionate kiss, one for the movies really.

“Down boy,” you smirk at him with a brow quirked. Ji-yong’s eyes slightly widen as a blush threatens the tip of his ears.

“Make sure to get plenty of pictures,” you say as you adjust his collar quietly. He smiles with a slight blush on his face as he nods and waves goodbye to the few people who start crowding around you.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Minjun says obviously.

“I don’t know why, we were over years ago, and he knows I love him,” You see Minjun’s face flash with what looks like disappointment before covering it with a polite smile.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” he says putting a hand on your shoulder before walking over to his seat.

You catch the small glimpses he throws your way and you sit there wondering what Ji-yong’s doing.

Jiyong makes it to his seat and waits patiently. He’s really proud of you and he can’t wait to see you walk this stage like you own it. But he isn’t excited to see Minjun. He knew about how the relationship ended and that it was mutual. But part of him wondered if you ever thought about the ‘what if’s’ with Minjun.

What if you had stayed together, what if it had worked out with you and him, what if Jiyong had never come into the picture? The questions are running so fast through his mind he would swear it made him dizzy. The music starts to play and the last few people walk in and take their seats.

You’re dressed in a white flowy dress and Ji-yong makes sure he gets great pictures of it. He beams at you with his gummy grin as he watches you walk and you catch it out of the corner of your eye. You feel a tinge of blush come up on your stoic face as you think of how proud he is of you. You make your last turn and make your way backstage.

You have your own mini freak out session as you can’t contain the excitement. Dancing in place for a moment you open your eyes to Minjun grinning at you.

“You did great,” he comes in for a hug and you give him one.

“Jagiya that was amazing!” you peak over Minjun’s shoulder and push past him and jump into Ji’s arms. You giggle softly as you feel his warm body against yours, reminding you of home.

“You looked beautiful, graceful, elegant, everything you are off stage,” he cups your face and you can see the adoration in his eyes.

“I’m so, so proud of you, nae sarang,” you smile at him excited and kiss the palm of his hand.

“Thank you, Oppa,” you say shyly. He slings his arm around you and both see Minjun standing there watching you both. Ji’s countenance changes again to one that’s protective and down right jealous.

“Your girl did great tonight,” he says.

“Yeah, my girl did,” he looks down at you with a smirk.

“I’m gonna get changed and then we can go.” You walk past the guys to get your clothes changed.

“Ya know,” Minjun chuckles darkly, “She was my girl at one point,” he looks at Ji with a deceptive smirk.

“Yeah, and you fucked it up,” Ji says pridefully.

“If I wanted her, I could have her,” he says lowly. Ji-yong gives him a look of disgust.

“You did, have her and you lost her.”

“It was mutual,” he tuts.

“And yet, if you’d been a real man she wouldn’t be with me. So I guess what I’m saying is thanks for screwing up and stay away from what’s mine.”

You walk out to see Ji and Minjun in each other’s faces.

“Babe? Everything ok,” you ask slowly. Ji smiles and chuckles at your ex this time. He walks over to you and rests his forehead on yours, “Everything’s perfect.” You look at him with pride and joy.

“Ready to go home?”

“Baby, home is where you are.” You reassure him. He grins at you wide, taking your hand in his and walking with his held high past your ex.

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[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.

[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.