#seunghyun fic

[wcnderlnds]

bad idea right? | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: what happens in the squid game bathrooms, stays in the squid game bathrooms ・❥・word count: 1.2k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote smut in months so you'll have to forgive me if this is awful <3

It had started off like any normal day in the Squid Games. You’d woke up, got traumatised by the day’s game, cast your vote and then ate the meander meal they’d gave you – sandwich and a drink. Nothing out of the ordinary except today had been the day you had officially met Thanos. You had seen him around – his purple hair was hard to miss – but you’d never really spoke to him. In fact, most of the time, you kept to yourself but this game had meant that you had to pair up with people. There had been one moment where you were struggling to find a group when suddenly a flash of purple hair grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into a room with him and a few other boys. From that moment on, he had stuck by your side during the game even kicking out one of his closer friends. Why he had latched on to you, you had no idea but you couldn’t have been more thankful. If it wasn’t for him, you’d surely have been eliminated by now.

The moment you’d got back to the main holding area, he pulled you into a giant hug. His arms engulfed your body, pressing you flush against him as he rambled about how glad he was that you were safe and how he wanted to be with you and not his friend.

Somehow that had led to where you were now — locked in a bathroom stall with your back pressed against the cool wall, the pants of your sweatsuit down your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how you’d even got into this predicament. Maybe it was the feel of Thanos’ body pressing against yours, maybe it was the attention from the most handsome guy in this place — you had no idea. All you knew was that Thanos was on his knees, his mouth between your thighs devouring you like a man possessed.

His tongue flattened, licking a long stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his purple locks, tugging on them as his tongue swirled around your clit, flicking the sensitive bud. The moans falling from your lips were breathy as you tried to keep quiet. The last thing you needed was to get caught. Having sex in the bathroom was surely grounds for elimination. 

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, baby,” Thanos mumbled against you as he lapped up your juices. “You taste so good, Senorita. Could do this all day.”

His tongue alternated between teasing your clit and licking along your folds before he dove the muscle into your tight hole. A gasp emanated from your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair even tighter as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Thanos,” you panted. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you, wiping your juices from his lips with the back of his hand. Damn, could this man get any hotter? He rose to his feet, hand sliding to the back of your neck as he crashed his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he shoved his into your mouth, tangling with yours. Moaning into the kiss, Thanos used his free hand to pull his own sweatpants down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips. Instantly, you obliged. His hands caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His length brushed against your folds causing a shudder to run through your body. Was it just this place? Because you had never wanted someone so badly before in your life. Never had you felt so desperate. The lingering fear of death was probably a factor – making you crave as much intimacy as humanly possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about these games, senorita.”

Before you could even reply, he nudged the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing into you with one hard thrust. His hand flew up to cover your mouth, hiding the loud moan you’d let out at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you. He drew his hips back until he was almost all the way out then thrust back in, hard. He set a fast past, withdrawing his hand from your mouth so he could grab at your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough he was sure to leave bruises but you didn’t care. The feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, the draw of his cock along your walls was enough for you to feel like you were in heaven. Nothing else really mattered in that moment.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Taking me like a champ,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down to watch his dick move in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom stall. His hands slid down your back to grab your ass, pulling your body into him as he fucked into you to take him deeper. 

“Oh, right there, right there,” you whimpered as he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Thanos smirked, covering your whimpers with his mouth as he picked up his pace. He made sure to angle his hips so he hit that sweet spot over and over again to the point you were a whimpering, moaning mess babbling nonsense about how good he felt inside you.

Your hands clawed at his back, head thrown back against the wall as he pounded into you with animalistic speed. He was like a man possessed, fucking you with an inch of your life to bring you both to ecstasy. One of his hands reached up into your hair, yanking your head back roughly. “Come for me, Senorita. Show me who’s making you feel this fucking good.” 

He could feel your walls clamping down around him, bringing his own climax closer. He redoubled his efforts, covering your mouth once again sensing how close you were. His body felt like it was on fire as he thrust his hips relentlessly against yours. His forehead rested against yours as his grunts came more frequently, trying his best to keep quiet himself. Then, he felt it, his balls tightening as he toyed on the edge of ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, though it was a mumbled against his hand. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed over you, hips bucking wildly against his. The feeling of you coming undone around his cock finally pushed him over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming. Fuck,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin as he thrust into you one last time, hips stilling as he painted your insides with his release. After a few minutes, he finally caught his breath back, pulling out of you with a hiss. He tucked his softening length back into his pants, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the stall. His eyes watched you as you pulled your own clothes back on. Both of you knew this had to stay between you, if anyone found out they’d surely use it to get you eliminated from the games.

Your fingers ran through your hair trying to at least make yourself look presentable before you went back into the pits of hell. “Well…”

He held his hand up. “No worries, gorgeous. Maybe if you’re lucky, we can have a repeat of this after the next game.” He unlocked the door, his arm outstretched to let you out first. “That’s if you make it this time.”

[ldydeath]

Stay With Me | Choi Seunghyun (T.O.P)

Summary: Your best friend finally gets back out into the acting world after a long hiatus. When you come to visit him on set the two of you get wrapped up in your feelings for each other.

Warnings: None. Author's Note: I have a lot of feelings for our boy and have been wanting to write this since he dropped those selfies the other day. 

In the lot, where are you? You groaned as you looked down at your phone. You were late, very late. Stupid traffic. Your best friend, Choi Seunghyun had finally gotten back out into the world after years of hiding and you’d promised him you’d be there for the first day of shooting. You however hadn’t been expecting to sit in traffic for 30 minutes. Ten minutes out. You texted back, slamming your phone down next to you as traffic finally started moving. You sped off, keeping your attention on the road, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

It was just Seunghyun, it wasn’t like he was your boyfriend. There was no need to be nervous, you two had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Did you find him attractive? Sure, but who didn’t? Did you constantly put off relationships because you held onto hope that one day maybe he’d see you differently? Maybe but that was beside the point. 

“Finally.” You sighed as the set came into view. You fished around for your credentials and drove towards the back lot. You spotted him and his mess of purple hair before he could see you and you grinned. This was the Seunghyun you remembered, before the military, before he’d shut out everyone but you. Standing confidently, hair colored something crazy, waiting for you. “Hey you.” 

He turned around, his eyes meeting yours and a grin crossing his own face. “What do you think?” He barely waited for you to be standing in front of him before he spun around quickly, arms out for you to get a full view of him in character. “Looking good.” You teased as he spun around to face you again. “That’s all I needed, you can go now.” He smirked, pretending to turn away. He was being smug, acting like he hadn’t been waiting all morning for you to get there and see him as Thanos. 

“Wait a minute!” You grabbed his arm, pulling him back to face you. That’s when your hand caught sight of his nails and you let out a laugh. “Nice touch.” You teased as you let go of his arm. He looked down, rolling his eyes, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “Thanks for coming.” He pulled you in for a side hug. Your heart pounding in your chest at then sudden closeness. 

“Of course, nowhere else I’d be.” You’d stood by Seunghyun’s side for as long as you could remember, there was no way you were missing his comeback. It had taken a lot for him to even audition for this role, you had been so proud of him when he told you he was going to audition. So much so that you’d offered to run lines with him. He’d turned you down on the offer, partly because you were not good at running lines, but mostly because he’d wanted to wow you with his.

Seunghyun had liked you for a long while now, since before his hiatus, you’d been around each other since the start of Bigbang, being part of the team and mostly dealing with Seunghyun, you’d developed a fast friendship that had really stood the test of time. Neither of you ever dared to speak on the feelings you’d developed over the years, not wanting to ruin what you had. But as the years had gone on, it was hard for him to keep his mouth shut. Especially today with you standing here in support of him. 

You were clueless when it came to his feelings for you, not wanting to get too close you overlooked every hint he dropped. You’d been so good at avoiding the subject that Seunghyun was beginning to think you didn’t like him anymore, not wanting to give up, he’d hoped that maybe if you saw him acting again you’d feel the same about him as he did about you. 

“You like the look though, for real?” His voice was soft, taking you back a little by how vulnerable he sounded. “Of course I do!” Your eyes met his, giving him a nod of encouragement. “You look like a legit rapper, I don’t know how you even pulled it off.” You teased with a wink. It was cute how nervous he seemed around you today. He rolled his eyes, putting his arm across your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah.” He led you over to where the case had started to gather. 

“I’m gonna go do my thing, try not to fall in love with me.” He winked as he waved goodbye to you and headed over to the arena. Easier said than done, you thought, as you watched him walk away. You’d tried not to fall in love with him over the years, always failing, of course, but you’d never admit that to him. Not now when he was making steps to get his life back. 

You stood back by various other crew members watching the scene, take after take, a grin on your face. It was nice seeing Seunghyun having so much fun on set, you didn’t care if it was because he was acting the part of Thanos or not, it had been awhile since you’d seen him act like this in front of anyone but you. You didn’t know how he managed to not laugh though the ridiculous rap he had to do but you stood by proudly as he nailed take after take.

Once they were satisfied with their shots for the day, the director yelled cut and you spotted Seunghyun heading your way. You grinned at him as he came to stand in front of you, “You were amazing.” His grin matched you as he pulled you in for a hug, your heart beating so hard you were sure he could feel it. He pulled back slightly, studding your face, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes as if debating his next move, before you could ask what he was thinking his lips were on yours. 

Your eyes widened slightly as you stood in shock for a couple seconds. Just as he was about to pull away, defeated, your arms moved to his neck pulling him back to you, kissing him back. You shut off your thoughts, allowing yourself to fully enjoy this moment. Reality came crashing around you as you heard voices in the distance and you broke the kiss, Seunghyun’s forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. 

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, and you frowned as you studied his face, as if all the answers you needed would be written in his eyes. “What was that for?” You whispered the question, almost afraid of the answer as you moved to stand up straight. “I think I’m in love with you.” He admitted, looking anywhere but you. Your eyes snapped to his at his confession and you moved closer to him, tilting his chin so he had no choice but to look at you. “I think I’m in love with you too - I had no idea you felt the same.” 

“Are you kidding me? I thought I was being really obvious with my feelings.” The fear in his eyes was gone as he looked at you. “Why do you think I’ve not gone on a single date in years?” You shrugged, not saying a word as he continued talking. “I can’t get you out of my mind, all I want is to come home to you every day, hear everything about your day, every small detail. I am so fucking in love with you it’s actually driving me insane. It’s always been you, it’s always going to be you.” He took a step closer to you, eyes locked on yours. “Kind of need you either tell me you feel the same or to fuck off.” 

You blinked, looking up at him. “I didn’t think you felt the same way about me.” You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing you were as good with admitting your own feelings as he’d just been. “I think maybe I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.” You finally admitted. “I don’t think that’s ever going to change.” Seunghyun closed the distance between you, his hands resting on your face as he brought his lips back to yours. 

You weren’t sure of a lot of things, but you were positive you’d never get tired of kissing Seunghyun. As quickly as the kiss had started it was over, you were still on set, after all. “Come on, let's go back to my place. We have years of lost time to make up for.” He reached down for your hand leading you back towards the lot you’d parked in a few hours earlier. 

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[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “CAN YOU WATCH A SHOW WITH ME?”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!gdragon x fem reader ft top 🤭

୨ৎ genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

୨ৎ summary: for some reason he never wanted to seem like the type to enjoy dramas or any sort of reality show but when it came to you? he would do anything to spend time with you and that’s what you enjoyed doing the most! watching a good ole kdrama. what he didn’t expect is getting into it so much he kept watching.. even when you weren’t home.

୨ৎ from myeong: hello! hello!! so happy to receive this request especially for my sweet jiyong ): absolutely loving all of the new content with him recently!! how are you guys feeling about it? anyway! please enjoy this and thank you for being here x

“princess? I’m home!” a gasp left your lips once hearing the familiar voice of your beloved boyfriend jiyong, you quickly ditched the bag of chocolates that were just about gone and ran into his warm arms. his long hours at the studio killed the both of you in several ways even when he would call to invite you over because it would just be him for a little while, you never could. the part time job you took on to stay busy when he was had ruined perfect moments of spending quality time together. jiyong would urge you to quit and be by his side but the cafè was a place that you loved the most and it was harder than ever to give it up. when you were a child your dream was to become a baker or a small cafè owner and getting to work in one was the most precious thing that you since it had been the closest to owning one—being delusional is the key to everything.

“oh, my pretty girl I missed you so much. what have you been doing without me, hm?” jiyong left a trail of gentle kisses down your neck lightly biting on the skin like he always did, his hands on your waist keeping you close to his body. shrugging your shoulders and giving him a small pout he reached up and poked at your lips before kissing them and grabbing ahold of your hand to pull you towards the living room. “jiyong? please can you watch a show with me? please! you’ll like it I promise you will.” so that’s what you wanted from him. a chuckle left his lips and he slowly nodded his head while falling against the soft cushion and bringing you down with him, another gasp leaving your lips while your hands were placed against his shoulders. “seriously?! you will!? this is great! it’s called bloodhounds and you’ll like it! I promise. I can’t wait to watch it with you.” a childish squeal of joy left you as you pushed yourself off of him and jumped around the living room a few times before disappearing into the kitchen, grabbing a few of his favorite snacks just so he would remain happy while you both watched the show.

it was harder than ever for jiyong to just sit and watch something with you because he was always distracted by every little thing you would do, leaning his body forward to press a quick kiss to your lips or cheek. his arms would be wrapped around you tightly and he would sometimes stop watching just to stare at you wanting to see all your reactions to certain scenes in the show finding it adorable when you looked shocked or confused. jiyong finally started paying attention after the first fight scene that took place and he had to admit that it caught his attention because if that was you in this situation he would do anything to save you. “you know, if that was you I would do my best to fight and save you even if I died trying.” feeling his lips against your ear made you giggle and you turned to look at him shaking your head, “no! I would never let you do such a thing and hurt yourself. don’t talk like that.” even if that would never happen thinking about it broke you in several ways and your body leaned slightly to give him a peck before turning to watch the show again. jiyong just smiled and let his head rest against your shoulder while you both continued the show.

finding yourself staring at the clock on the wall counting down the minutes until you’re off and running all the way back to your shared apartment with jiyong to finish the show you started a few days ago, your coworker noticed and only laughed at you looking so determined to get out of here even if you loved the job. “I see you’re excited to get out of here.” she spoke up and broke you from the weird trance you had been in while staring at the clock, “I am. jiyong and I started a show together and I’m so excited to finish it with him. we’ve never watched a show like this together!” your coworker could only give you a sweet smile. she always thought the both of you were perfect together. she was an older woman who’d give you advice when you needed it the most and how to go about things and if it wasn’t for her then jiyong wouldn’t be in your life right now. “go ahead. we’re just about to close anyway I think keeping him waiting any longer won’t be a good idea.” another giggle left her lips and your eyes widened nodding your head frantically and quickly ditching the apron you wore while baking and making drinks. quickly giving you a hug before running out the door and waving to her while you could still see her little frame in the shop, you ran all the way to the apartment.

luckily for you the cafè was only down the road so it wasn’t anything major to get there and back to the apartment. not paying attention to your surroundings because of the excitement rushing through your veins you felt your body crash into another, much broader and larger than your own. gasping and looking up to immediately apologize to the stranger—your eyes widened seeing it was seunghyun. “hey!! what are you doing here?! it’s so nice to see you again but I’m super busy and have to go. give me and jiyong a call and we can all hang out!” you nodded at him while giving him a very quick but tight hug before taking off down the hallway probably looking like a crackhead at this point but you could careless. finally entering the apartment and rushing to the living room your eyebrows furrowed at the sight in front of you and jiyong quickly grabbed the remote to get rid of the evidence you had already saw. “jiyong… what’s this?” you asked stepping a bit closer finally seeing the end credits and you lunged forward to grab the remote from him seeing he was indeed on the last episode. “jiyong!!” yelling at him and pouting your lips as you turned to look at him in disbelief that he would finish without you. by the look on his face you could tell he felt bad but he was so curious to see what happened and couldn’t wait any longer. his arms slowly wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him even though you tried to fight back he was still much stronger than you. “you knew I was so excited to watch this with you. why would you finish it without me?” trying your best to sound mean or intimidating in a way but it didn’t exactly work when he found you so cute even during a time like this.

“I’m sorry baby, I was so curious to see what was going to happen but let’s continue, hm? I’ll act as if I never watched it before just for you and then we can be shocked together!” you smacked his chest since he had already given a little bit away with the word that he decided to use. “fine..” you started but didn’t finish when he pressed his lips against your own in a sweet kiss and he knew that would make things better since you loved his soft lips so much. smiling into the kiss you grabbed his face with your smaller hands and kept him close to you, the kiss lasting a few more moments before you wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled into his lap. “missed you so much today. let’s make something to eat and watch the show please.” jiyong nodded his head and pressed a few kisses to the side of your face before picking you up and bringing the both of you to the kitchen, deciding to order take out and not worry about cooking anything else.

[lovemepartly]

bf!seung-hyun ✩ headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut.

a/n: idk if this is gonna do well but i love bigbang so maybe for fics for them coming soon?? (p.s. i also have daesung and jiyong versions of these already made…..)

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• it takes seung-hyun a while to become fully open with you. because of his past, he’s very reserved and keeps things to himself but as he gets to know you better, his front will eventually drop. 

• seung-hyun is the kind of guy who will slow dance with you even if there’s no music. to him, there’s just something so romantic about holding you close and letting the world fade away. 

• he will intentionally stare at you / make intense eye contact to make you nervous because he loves to see you get flustered and lose your train of thought. 

• he’s not good at cooking but when you get in the kitchen he will help you with small tasks or just sit on the counter and talk to you, telling you funny stories and what he was up to on that day. 

• he loves cuddles and being the small spoon. after a long day he’ll climb on top of you, resting his head on your chest and tangling your legs together. you’ll stroke his hair and scratch his back and if you stop, he’ll whine. 

• this man is such a sweetheart. he’ll buy you new flowers every week - your favorite kind. on special occasions, he’ll make you a handmade card paired with a slightly more expensive gift, and take you out to a nice restaurant. 

• he loves to take you to work events with him. he loves to see you get dolled up for him, loves it as you politely introduce yourself to his costars. his hand will rest comfortably on your waist the whole night. your presence is enough to make him feel safe and let his guard down for the night. 

• seung-hyun is so good at talking you through an argument. he’s so good at reading you and can tell when something is bothering you. he will immediately try to talk to you about it, always keeping his cool, until the problem is resolved. 

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• he definitely loves morning sex. he’ll pull you into his chest in the morning, enveloping you in his strong arms. slow, innocent kisses will become more desperate and the next thing you know he’s on top of you, entering you slowly. 

• seung-hyun loves eye contact. he definitely takes sex seriously and sees it as a very intimate act, so eye contact is a must for him. whether he’s on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, or he’s watching your pretty lips wrap around his shaft, his hand will always rest on your face, lifting your chin up every time your gaze drifts away from him.

• he’s kind of freaky, but not too much. he’s definitely open to trying new things in the bedroom, especially if it’s something you want to do. he goes completely based off your vibes and how you’re feeling and will never make you do something you don’t want to.

• going with the above, he likes a bit of risky sex. after a date night out, his hand will inch it’s way up your thigh, getting dangerously high, as one hand grips the steering wheel. if you reach over to palm him, he’ll groan and whisper, “patience,” squeezing your thigh. as soon as the car pulls into the garage and you’re out of the public eye, he’s lifting you up onto his lap, fumbling to undo his belt as he lines himself up with your entrance. this is about as risky as i think he’d get, he is a celebrity of course. 

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 4)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Please read the warnings before continuing this part of the story. If you are uncomfortable with the contents in this story, please don't hesitate to DM me for a quick summary of what happens without going into detail! You are responsible for the content you read and your triggers. MDNI 18+

Also, I have always openly been pro-choice and supportive of women's reproductive freedoms so if that bothers you at all, this isn't the blog for you.

synopsis: Y/n receives some unsettling news. The weight of all her past decisions and now future ones are weighing down on her. But her boyfriend is there for her no matter what.

warnings: ABORTION (pill form), side effects of the pill (cramping, bleeding, vomiting), language, a bit of self-loathing, fluffy fluff, Seunghyun being the sweetest man in the world

wc: 3.8k+

The last month with Seunghyun had been nothing short of magic. You floated through your days on a cloud of warmth and laughter, your cheeks aching from the constant smile he effortlessly drew from you. He had a way of making the world feel lighter, of making you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t even realized you craved.

He loved helping you with your designs, offering input that was sometimes playful, sometimes insightful, but always supportive. And in return, you adored watching him practice his choreography, mesmerized by the way he moved—fluid, powerful, effortless. It was impossible not to be captivated by him. And when he was in the studio, his deep, melodic voice wrapping around lyrics like honey, you sat in quiet admiration, drinking in every note.

You were in awe every single day that this man was yours.

But while your world revolved around Seunghyun, Jiyong remained in the background, distant and unreadable. He only spoke to you when necessary, his words clipped and formal. You barely noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when you laughed at Seunghyun’s jokes, or the way his jaw tensed when you beamed at the older man like he hung the stars.

Jiyong wondered—if he had treated you differently, if he had just let himself be softer with you, would you be looking at him that way instead?

But life was good. You were happy.

Until your annual physical changed everything.

The doctor’s words echoed in your head, reverberating like the aftershock of an explosion.

Eight weeks pregnant.

Your fingers clutched at the crinkling paper beneath you as though it could ground you, keep you from unraveling completely. Your lungs felt too tight, like the walls were closing in, like the ceiling was pressing down on you.

"Y/n?" The doctor’s voice was gentle, too gentle, as if she hadn’t just detonated a grenade at your feet. "Are you okay?"

No. No, you were not okay.

"I…" The word barely made it past your lips, strangled and weak. Your mouth was dry, your throat constricted by an invisible force. "I can’t be pregnant."

But the test said otherwise.

The doctor knelt beside you, her fingers curling around your trembling hand, offering comfort that felt both too much and not enough all at once. "You have options," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin.

Options. That was the cruelest part, wasn’t it? That this wasn’t some nightmare you could wake up from, some mistake you could erase. It was real. And there was only one way to make it unreal.

A single tear slid down your cheek. Then another. You swiped at them angrily, disgusted with yourself for crying when all you felt was terror.

"I need it gone," you whispered, the words barely audible. "I can’t do this. Please."

"Okay," the doctor said softly. "Take a deep breath for me."

You obeyed, though it did little to steady the storm inside you.

"If this is what you want, you have two choices," she continued.

"O-Okay…" Your voice shook.

"You’re still early enough to take a pill. You can do it at home if that would be easier for you."

"What’s the other option?"

"A procedure at the clinic. You’d need someone to drive you home. Is your partner in the picture?"

You hesitated. The question shouldn’t have felt like a knife in your chest, but it did.

"Uhm… he—he’s not the father."

The doctor nodded, not pressing for details. "I see. Well, if you prefer, I can get you the pill today. Otherwise we will have to make an appointment for you to come back."

"Can I-" You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. "Can I do it tonight?"

"Yes. I’ll give you the first dose here, and you’ll take the second at home later on. You will experience cramping, bleeding—it’s normal. But if anything feels off, call us immediately. I’d like to see you again next week to check in."

"Okay." Your voice was barely more than breath.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

You nodded quickly, desperation clawing at your insides. "Yes. Yes, please. I need to do this."

The doctor nodded, offering a sympathetic smile before she disappeared for a moment, returning with a small paper cup and a bottle of water. "First, take these."

You hesitated, staring at the tiny pills resting in your palm. The weight of them felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.

Then, before you could change your mind, you swallowed them down.

She handed you a box, containing the pills for later. “Take these at 7 pm. It could take about 1 to 4 hours to start experiencing pain. Everyone is different.” She explained. “Here’s everything you can expect to happen. And I wrote down our 24-hour line if you have any questions.” She said, handing you some paperwork and pamphlets.

“Thank you.”  

By the time you reached your car, the numbness cracked, giving way to an avalanche of emotion. You let out a guttural scream, raw and broken, gripping the steering wheel as sobs wracked your body.

You hadn’t seen this moment coming. But your own careless actions had led you here, and now it was yours to bear. Alone. Or so you thought…

You made it back to your apartment in a daze, collapsing onto the couch, the stack of papers and pamphlets feeling like a lead weight in your lap. Your eyes were red, swollen, your chest tight with grief you didn’t know how to process.

You had no idea what to do or how to make this okay. There was only one person who could make this feel even a fraction less unbearable.

With shaky fingers, you picked up your phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, baby! How was the doctor?" Seunghyun’s voice was soothing, filled with warmth and love.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Seunghyun…"

His tone shifted instantly. "Baby, what’s wrong?"

"I… I need you." Your voice cracked. Tears welled up again, threatening to spill over.

"I’m on my way." His response was immediate, resolute. You could hear the rustling of his jacket, the jingle of keys. "Fifteen minutes, Jagi. Just hold on, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, clinging to the phone like a lifeline. "Th-Thank you…"

The wait was agonizing. You sat in suffocating silence, playing out the conversation in your head, the shame curling in your gut like a living thing. What would he say? Would he still want you? The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. But here you were, knocked up by someone else. Not just anyone else, but his best fucking friend.

A soft knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You wiped at your face with your sleeves before getting up to open it.

Seunghyun stood there, slightly out of breath, offering you a small, apologetic smile. "I didn’t have time to get you a flower," he murmured. "Sorry, Jagiya."

The dam broke. You fell into his arms, sobbing against his chest as he held you, his embrace firm, unyielding.

"It’s okay," he murmured, running a soothing hand down your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

And that only made you cry harder.

He guided you to the couch, keeping you wrapped in his warmth, waiting patiently until your breathing evened out. Then, he pulled back just enough to cup your face, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks.

"Sweet girl," he murmured, "tell me what happened."

"I fucked up," you choked out. "I fucked up bad."

"I doubt that," he said gently.

You inhaled shakily, glancing at the table where the pills and paperwork sat. "You know how you said our past doesn’t define us?"

"Of course."

You hesitated, then exhaled. "I was with someone before we got together.” You explained slowly. “It wasn’t serious. He was a prick, honestly…"

Seunghyun followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the mess of papers. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at until he saw the word Abortion written boldly across a pamphlet. Understanding dawned in his expression.

"You’re pregnant," he said softly.

He was silent for a minute, processing the news he had just uncovered. You stared at him with glossy eyes, waiting for him to say something. Anything. 

Then, he reached for your hand “Okay…so what happens next? What did the doctor say?”

You looked at him, puzzled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t storming out, calling you a whore. He was calm.

“I, uhm…I’m not keeping it.” You said. You took a deep breath. “The doctor gave me pills at the appointment. I have to take these ones at 7…”

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“She said there will be cramping…and bleeding…”

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you however I can.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “You-You’re not mad at me?”

"Accidents happen," he said, squeezing your fingers. "If this is what you want, I’ll be here. If you’d chosen differently, I’d be here too."

You sniffled again. “I really don’t deserve you.” You said sadly. 

“Don’t say things like that.” He said, pulling you close. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, clinging to him tightly. You couldn’t believe how calm he was. He didn’t even ask about who you were with before. You just couldn’t believe how perfect he was. You never wanted to do anything to hurt him, ever. 

That’s why Jiyong had to stay a secret.

-

As the night wore on, an unexpected sense of clarity settled over you. The earlier panic had dulled into something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or just exhaustion. Either way, you felt more sure of your decision than you had before.

Seunghyun had been by your side the entire time, slipping out only to grab a few things—a heated blanket, some soft foods, and a stuffed bunny he thought might bring you comfort. It was small, gray with floppy ears, the kind of thing a child might cling to. And yet, as he handed it to you with a gentle smile, your fingers closed around it instinctively, as if it could somehow anchor you.

He had taken the time to read through every page of the instructions and pamphlets, wanting to understand what to expect, making sure you had everything you needed, ensuring you’d be as comfortable as possible. It was such a small thing, but it made your chest ache. He was trying so hard to take care of you, to protect you from something he couldn’t possibly fix. And God, you loved him for it.

Dinner was light—just something to put in your stomach so you wouldn’t take the pills on an empty one. But eating felt like a chore, each bite turning to sawdust in your mouth. Seunghyun practically had to coax you into finishing your meal, his eyes full of silent understanding. No words, just patience.

Afterward, you curled up in his lap, tucking your head against his chest as the two of you watched a movie. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing slow, comforting circles against your back. Every now and then, he placed a soft kiss on your temple, your cheek—reminders that he was there, that you weren’t alone.

It lulled you into a drowsy peace, your body sinking further into his warmth, until—

“Jagi…” His voice was a whisper against your hair. “It’s almost 7.”

Your stomach twisted violently, the words alone had the power to unsteady you. You sat up slowly, pulling the heated blanket around yourself, gripping the stuffed bunny to your chest. Your hair was tousled, your face still puffy from the tears you’d shed earlier, but none of that mattered.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Seunghyun cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before pressing a lingering kiss against it. “I’ll get you some water.”

As he got up, your eyes landed on the box sitting on the coffee table. You reached for it, turning it over in your hands, as if staring at it long enough would change what was inside. The first dose had been easy—nothing had changed yet. But this? This would be final. This would put an end to the madness you had created.

You sighed.

A family. Children. It had never been something you seriously considered before. Your career has always been your focus, your schedule too chaotic to even entertain the thought. But now, for the first time, you wondered—if you had thought about it before, would you have been more careful? Would you have stopped yourself from being so reckless with Jiyong?

But there was no use in wondering. What’s done is done, and all you could do now was face the consequences and make your decision.

At least you didn’t have to do it alone.

“Okay, here you go…” Seunghyun murmured, handing you the glass of water as he settled back beside you.

“Thanks…” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Silence stretched between you. Seunghyun sat awkwardly as you stared down at the pills in your palm, unsure of how to help. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to make this easier, and you could see the helplessness in his eyes.

A tear slid down your cheek, unbidden. You weren’t even sure why. Was it fear? Anger? The fact that you hadn’t even hesitated in your decision? Or maybe… guilt.

How would Jiyong react if he knew?

He could never know.

“Am I a bad person?” The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it. You kept your eyes locked on the pills, afraid to meet Seunghyun’s gaze. “Am I… am I a bad person for doing this?”

“Oh, Jagi…” Seunghyun sighed, shifting closer. “Of course not. It’s a hard decision, but only you know if it’s the right one. Does it feel right?”

You exhaled shakily. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so. I’m not ready for kids. Especially with...” You trailed off.

“And that’s okay.” He said. He didn’t push for answers. He didn’t want to know.

Your breath hitched slightly. “Can this stay between us?”

Seunghyun took your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I won’t tell a soul.”

For the first time that night, you truly smiled. It was small, but it was there. And somehow, that tiny gesture gave you the final push you needed.

Without another word, you popped the pills into your mouth and took a long drink of water, swallowing them down in one go. You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie and exhaled.

“C’mere,” Seunghyun murmured, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you scooted into his embrace, letting him tuck you back against him as the movie played on in the background.

You felt yourself start to doze off again, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, you could sleep through the night.

But that hope shattered an hour and a half later.

A violent wave of nausea hit you so hard it was disorienting. Your stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in your throat with alarming speed.

“Oh, God…” you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the couch, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut just in time.

The retching was brutal. Your entire body trembled as you clung to the toilet, heaving until there was nothing left inside you. Tears burned your eyes, your throat raw from the force of it. The room spun, and for a brief moment, you thought you might pass out.

After what felt like forever, you finally slumped back against the cold tile floor, utterly spent.

"Y/n?" Seunghyun’s voice was muffled through the door. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

You took a shaky breath. “I’m okay…” Your voice was hoarse. “I just… I just need a minute.”

A pause. Then, gently, “Okay… Let me know if you need anything.” He wasn’t sure what else he could say. He felt helpless standing on the other side of the door as you sat in pain.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion settling in deep. “Thank you…”

This was going to be a long night.

And it was.

The hours passed in uncomfortable waves. The nausea came once more before the cramping set in, sharp and relentless. You curled up on the couch, wincing as each wave of pain rolled through you, trying to focus on the TV for a distraction. It didn’t work.

Seunghyun stayed close, his hand resting softly on your stomach, tracing slow, careful circles in an attempt to soothe the ache. It didn’t stop the pain, but the warmth of his touch was grounding.

And then, it happened.

You knew. Not just because of the blood. You could feel it—the shift, the emptiness, the finality of it all.

You sat on the floor of your shower, your knees pulled to your chest as the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of the day. Washing away the last piece of Jiyong.

You hated yourself for it, but you breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness that still cloaked the room. The faintest traces of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft shadows against the walls. The quiet hum of the city outside was distant, muffled, as if the world itself had slowed to match the exhaustion weighing down your body.

But the ache in your abdomen refused to let you rest any longer. A dull, persistent cramping settled low in your stomach, an unwelcome reminder of everything you had endured the night before.

Yet, wrapped in Seunghyun’s arms, you felt safe.

His strong arm draped over you protectively, anchoring you to him. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm against your back, his warmth cocooning you in a way that made the pain feel a little less sharp. You weren’t ready to move just yet. You weren’t ready to leave this moment.

You burrowed deeper into him, your body instinctively seeking out his comfort, your fingers lightly tracing the arm around your waist.

A sleepy murmur came from behind you. “How are you feeling?”

His voice was hoarse with sleep, rough around the edges in a way that sent warmth curling through your chest.

You exhaled softly. “It still hurts a little… but it’s not as bad.”

He shifted slightly, tightening his hold on you as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a silent reassurance. “Can I get you anything?”

You hesitated. The answer was yes—there were a hundred things you could have asked for. A heating pad, another blanket, tea… something to help fill the empty space inside you.

But more than anything, you just wanted him.

“Just… hold me a little longer,” you whispered, barely audible in the quiet room.

“I can hold you all day, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I already told everyone we wouldn’t around today.”

That made you stir slightly, turning your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “What did you tell them?”

He chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your skin. “Food poisoning.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you did.”

“I had to come up with something, Jagiya. You think I was gonna tell them I wanted to stay home and cuddle my girl all day?” He teased, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

Your heart swelled at his words. My girl.

You shifted in his arms, turning fully to face him. He instinctively slid his hand to your hip, keeping you close. His face was still heavy with sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction, his lips slightly swollen. His puffy, half-lidded eyes met yours, full of unspoken devotion.

God, he was beautiful.

“Morning, Angel,” he murmured, his fingers brushing softly against your side.

You smiled, lifting a hand to smooth down the unruly strands of his hair. “Morning.”

Seunghyun leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something different in the air between you—something heavy, something unspoken.

Your throat tightened as the words formed at the tip of your tongue, pressing against your lips. Was it too soon? Should you wait?

But the truth sat so heavily in your chest that holding it in any longer felt impossible.

“Seunghyun, I—” You paused, gathering your thoughts, trying to find the right way to say it. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air between you, fragile yet absolute.

His eyes widened slightly, the sleepiness dissipating in an instant. “You do?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Yeah, I do. And what you did for me last night… you didn’t have to do that. But you did. And I just—” You exhaled, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I—”

Seunghyun cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, lingering, full of emotion that words couldn’t quite capture. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment, like he had been holding onto those same words, just waiting for you to say them first.

You melted into him, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, grounding you, steadying you.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless smile playing at his lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.” His voice was steady, sure—like he had never been more certain of anything in his life.

Your breath hitched slightly. You had hoped for it, but hearing him say it sent a warmth through you that chased away all the darkness lingering in your mind.

“Seeing you go through that last night…” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “It broke my heart. I hate seeing you in pain. I just—I’m just glad you trusted me enough to let me be there for you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness or guilt. They were from the overwhelming love you felt for the man in front of you.

You had no idea what you had done to deserve this. To deserve him.

But God, you were grateful.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb tracing over the stubble that shadowed his jaw. “I know it’s a lot to ask… but… can we never talk about it again?” Your voice was small, hesitant. “I just want to move forward… with you. Only you.”

Seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He smiled softly, tilting his head to press another lingering kiss to your lips.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “Just you and me now, yeah?”

You nodded, letting yourself sink back into his embrace. “Just you and me.”

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[thanosmilk]

Tramp stamps

CHOI SU-BONG // THANOS x F!READER

warnings : poorly written smut, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, not proofread, crack, not much plot

sum : ever since thanos got his back tattooed you were thinking of getting a tattoo yourself. that’s when you found tramp stamps.

w/c : 1.2k

a/n : my first oneshot or fic or wtv 🥲 my vocabulary isn’t the best so bare with me 🥹 this is also the first time I have ever written smut 😕🙏

ever since thanos got his back tattooed you were thinking of getting a tattoo on yourself too. you wanted to surprise thanos though.

you were scrolling through pinterest, looking through a bunch of tattoos not really settling on one before you see one on a woman’s lower back. it was hot as fuck. it was called a cyber sigilism tramp stamp. you didn’t know if sigilism was a word but god damn the tattoo was so fucking sexy. the tattoo (pinterest needed)

you knew if thanos even glanced at your lower back with that type of tattoo, he would go insane.

you immediately book a tattoo session somewhere near you for tomorrow. you couldn’t even sleep that night while you and thanos’ were sleeping together because you we so damn excited.

at about 2pm, you drove to the tattoo place you booked the session at. you left the car skipping along the way. you know what this’ll do to him.

you walked into the tattoo shop and told them the name you put for your booking and the receptionist nodded, leading you to a chair. since your tattoo was going on your back, you had to put your face in a hole in the chair.

before you did so, you show your tattoo at the tramp stamp you want specifically and he nods before you settle down on the chair.

it took about 1 hour to get inked and once he said it was done you jumped off the chair. “can you take a photo of it and show me?”

the tattooist nodded and took his phone out before he takes a photo of it and shows it to you.

you squeal and hug him. “thank you so much!” hopefully thanos doesn’t find out that you hugged another man. you bow before leaving.

you sat in your car, gripping the wheel as you just thought about thanos’ reaction vividly in your head, tapping your fingers on the wheel.

you giggle to yourself like a high school girl before turning the car on and driving off.

when you got home, he wasn’t there since he was having a session with his producer, nam gyu. you then came up with an idea to surprise him with.

you walked to your shared bedroom and pulled your black lingerie out. that pair of lingerie was his favorite. he would always fuck you with it on, leaving your panties bottom laying on the right asscheek as he pounded you doggystyle.

sometimes he hated doggystyle because he wanted to see your pretty face but it felt so good.

you stripped your clothes off and slips the black pair of lingerie on. you looked at yourself in the full body mirror and saw how the tattoo looked with the lingerie on. (you also had his name tatted in korean on top of it.)

thanos’ was currently having a session with his producer, nam gyu, and you were bored out of your mind.

you then lay on your stomach on the bed and pull your phone out, going to messages and tapping on thanos’ contact.

you didn’t even notice you were kicking your feet as he called you pretty mama. you loved that nickname.

after that, you were just scrolling on social media, waiting for him for another two hours.

two hours later…

after longing for his warmth, you hear the door unlocking and opening before you hear a familiar voice. “pretty mama, im home!”

you don’t respond and put your phone on the nightstand, lying on your stomach with a pillow under your chin.

you hear thanos’ stop before he calls out to you again. “mama? is this about your surprise?” he checked in a few rooms before you hear his footsteps coming to your room.

he opens it.

“mama—“ he stops as he takes in the sight. you, laying on your stomach, in his favorite lingerie and with a tramp stamp??

“baby—is this the surprise?” he walked closer to you. “yeah.” you look back at him.

“is that… a tramp stamp, baby?” he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. “what else, baby?” he hummed. “even my name. fuuuuck.” he groaned, tracing the tattoo amusingly.

smut below (^‿^✿)

“this all f’me…” he pulled away before pulling his jorts down and leaving his black boxers on. you looked back to see his length pressing tightly against his underwear.

you bite your bottom lip, rubbing your ass against the clothed and hard length hiding in his pants. thanos moans, rolling his hips with your rhythm.

“god—fuckin’—dammit, mama…” he stops your grinding and slips his boxers off, his dick slapping against his abdomen, standing tall.

he pulls down your black panties and begins rubbing against your aching pussy.

you moan in the pillow before mumbling, “su-bong—put it in…” thanos laughed lowly before reaching for his phone and going onto camera to record this.

“beg, baby.” thanos hums.

you whimper and mewl at the cold air hitting your wet vagina. “pleasepleaseplease, su-bong… stuff your dick in me raw. no condom, hngh—please… im on the pill..” you could already tell thanos had a grin on his stupid face.

he slowly pushes his tip inside steadily making you mewl out, biting onto the pillow in your arms. thanos couldnt wait so he pushed his whole cock inside of you, making you gasp and grip on his hips behind you.

“s-su-bong! —kyah!” you yelp as he brings your ass up and pounds into you relentlessly. he holds your hip in one and hand records you in the other.

“good girl—good fucking girl!” he growled, fucking you faster then wally west. your eyes were tearing up as he didn’t slow down anytime soon.

his stamina was off the charts, and the pills just made it increase. you felt like you were getting split in half just by his dick.

thanos was just staring at the tramp stamp the whole time, drooling on your back like a dog.

“so—tight, ma!…”

plap, plap, plap was the only thing that you could hear apart from moans and groans.

“‘m gonna use this shit for my music video… maybe even use your moans and shit for my songs.” he rubbed your tramp stamp as he kept thrusting uncontrollably.

your whimpers and moans only drive him to go harder.

he stops recording and throws his phone to the side before fully leaning on you and fucking you over again but ten times harder.

“definitely gonna jerk it to that video later…” he uttered out, holding your hips tightly, slowly reaching his climax.

“ma… c—can I cum in you…” before you could answer, he cuts you off. “actually… nah-nah… i’ma cum in you… you’re on the pill..” you squeal as he grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you down with his rhythm. you hear him groan behind you.

in one last thrust, you feel ropes of cum spill inside of you, filling your tummy fully. thanos collapses on you, staying on top of you for a few minutes before he pulls out and watches as his cum oozes out of your twitching cunt. he pushes it back in with his index finger.

“keep it in there… real good.” he bites his bottom lip as he notices it not oozing out anymore and showing that it’s fully inside of you.

“that music video is going to be a hit, baby.”

[gdinthehouseee]

Closed Door - Part 2: CHOI SEUNG-HYUN x READER

summary: seung-hyun proves he is more than enough for ji-yong's younger sister.

word count: 5205

tags: angst to fluff; angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, nightlife, alcohol, implied assault attempt (IF THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ!!)

ao3 link -- part 1

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of silence. Not just from Seung-hyun, but from all of them. Youngbae. Daesung. Even Ji-yong, in his own way, and it tells you everything you need to know.

Ji-yong got to them. Got to him. Like he always does. You should’ve seen it coming. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. The second your brother decides a guy isn’t good enough, he makes sure they know it. Makes sure they know you’re off-limits. Makes sure they understand that trying to get with you means losing him.

And no one—no one—ever chooses you over him.

You swallow hard, staring blankly at your phone screen, at the last message you sent Seung-hyun weeks ago—unread. Your fingers tighten around the device before you toss it onto your bed, exhaling sharply as frustration swirls in your chest. You feel stupid for thinking this time might be different: for thinking he might be different. You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you rub at your temple. Of course he isn’t.

Seung-hyun is Ji-yong’s best friend. He’s loyal. He’s been at Ji-yong’s side for years. Why would he risk all of that just because you—

You stop the thought before it can finish, because it doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

You shove yourself off your bed, heading into the kitchen. Maybe if you distract yourself, you can stop thinking about it. But just as you open the fridge, there’s a knock at your door.

You freeze.  Your heart skips once, twice— Before you shove it down, force yourself to move like nothing’s different, like your hands aren’t shaking as you swing the door open. And instead of the him your heart had foolishly prepared for— It’s her. Your best friend stands there, arms crossed, eyes scanning over you with concern. 

“Well, you look like shit.”

A breath of startled laughter escapes you before you can stop it. “Thanks?”

She rolls her eyes before stepping inside, shutting the door behind her. “You haven’t answered my calls. Or my texts. Or my DMs—which, honestly, is just rude, because I sent you, like, three different thirst traps this week, and I didn’t even get so much as a ‘damn.’”

You sigh, rubbing at your face. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been—”

“Don’t even try it.” She gives you a sharp look, reading through you like she always does. “I know exactly what this is about.”

You stiffen.

Her expression softens slightly. “You really liked him, didn’t you?”

You don’t answer right away. Because if you do—if you so much as say his name… you don’t know if you’ll be able to keep it together. Your friend watches you, giving you the space to not answer. And that, somehow, makes it even worse. Because if she knows—

If she could see it so easily—

Then maybe Seung-hyun could, too. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much that he left. He knew, and he still let Ji-yong scare him away.

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to smile. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

“Yup.” You turn back toward the kitchen, grabbing the glass of water you’d meant to pour earlier. “I’ve been through this before.” You take a sip, ignoring the way your throat feels tight. “I’ll get over it.”

Your best friend hums, unconvinced. But she doesn’t push. Not yet. Instead, she just steps closer, nudging you lightly. “Okay,” she says. “Then let’s get you out of this house before you actually turn into a recluse.”

You blink at her. “What?”

She grabs your hand, dragging you toward your bedroom. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

“I don’t want to go out.”

“I don’t care.”

You groan, but a tiny, reluctant smile tugs at your lips. For the first time in two weeks, the weight in your chest feels just a little lighter.

Your bedroom is a whirlwind of fabric and perfume, the air thick with the scent of your best friend’s signature fragrance as she pulls another dress from your closet. She moves with purpose, determined to drag you out of this slump, her energy a stark contrast to your own sluggish reluctance while you sit cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by rejected outfits, watching as she rifles through your wardrobe with growing impatience. The music playing in the background is lively, but you barely register it. The last two weeks have weighed you down, pressing into your chest with an ache you can’t quite shake.

Still, your friend refuses to let you wallow. She tosses a sleek black dress onto the bed and turns to face you, eyes sharp with challenge. There’s no room for argument; she’s already decided this is the night you pull yourself together.

With a sigh, you give in, slipping into the dress and letting her guide you to the vanity. She works with practiced ease, dusting warmth into your cheeks, shaping your lips with careful precision. The brushstrokes against your skin are soothing, and despite the heavy thoughts lingering in the back of your mind, you start to feel the slightest shift. When she finally steps back, you barely recognize yourself. The tiredness in your eyes is softened by expertly blended shadow, your lips are painted just enough to draw attention, and the dress—chosen with the confidence you lack—fits like it was meant for this very moment. It’s strange, seeing yourself like this after weeks of avoidance; borderline neglecting your self-care. 

You try to squash any thoughts of Seung-hyun, despite the way you desperately wanted to see the look on his face if he saw you all dolled up like this. 

The two of you finish getting ready, adding jewelry and perfume, slipping on heels that make your posture straighten. There’s something ritualistic about it, a slow transformation into the version of yourself that has always been there, waiting beneath the weight of your own emotions. As you grab your purse and step outside, the night air cools your skin, grounding you. The city hums with life, a stark contrast to the isolation you’ve felt these past two weeks. And though you tell yourself this is just another night out, a distraction at best, a small thought lingers—

What if he’s out tonight, too?

The moment you step out of the car, the night seems to shift around you. The streets are alive with energy—pulsing neon signs reflect off the rain-slick pavement, the heavy bass from the club vibrating through the ground. A line of people snakes around the corner, dressed to impress, some bouncing on their heels in anticipation, others murmuring conversations between furtive glances at the entrance.

And then, they see you.

Recognition spreads through the crowd in waves—whispers, stolen glances, the unmistakable flicker of phone screens lighting up as a few people subtly (or not so subtly) snap photos. You don’t react. You’re used to this. It happens everywhere—part of the life you lead, the name you carry, the effortless way you seem to glide through doors that others spend years trying to unlock.

The bouncer barely moves before stepping aside, giving you a nod of familiarity. No need to check the list. No need for introductions. You belong here.

Your best friend tightens her grip on your arm, her own confidence boosted by the attention surrounding you. “God, I forgot what it’s like going out with you,” she muses under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear over the music spilling from inside.

The club swallows you whole. The air is thick with perfume and liquor, the pulse of the bass syncing with your heartbeat. Strobe lights flash, illuminating shifting bodies on the dance floor, moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Everything is alive, buzzing with the kind of electric energy that only comes from people desperate to lose themselves in the night. Yet, you’re untouched by the chaos. Staff moving like clockwork the second they see you. A waiter materializes from the crowd, offering a drink before you’ve even reached the VIP section. The manager appears next, greeting you like an old friend, beaming as he gestures toward your usual booth—the best in the house, of course, always reserved, always waiting.

Exclusivity is intoxicating in its own way. Up here, away from the heat of the dance floor, everything is effortless. A chilled bottle of champagne is already being prepared, the ice clinking softly as the waiter pours the first glass. Plush seating, soft lighting, a perfect view of everything below without being swallowed by it. You settle into your seat with practiced ease, crossing one leg over the other as you accept the glass handed to you. Your friend does the same, grinning as she leans in. “Now this,” she purrs, “is what you needed.”

And she’s right. You should let go, let the music move through you, let the drinks warm you from the inside out. But there’s something about tonight—the way the air feels different, heavier, the way eyes linger a little too long. Your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass. The world around you moves, people laughing, drinks spilling, bodies dancing. But your mind lingers elsewhere—on someone else.

Still, you raise your glass.

If nothing else, you can pretend. For tonight, at least.

The first drink is the champagne, crisp and familiar. Then, another arrives—a deep amber cocktail with just the right balance of sweetness and burn. You barely have time to place your glass down before the next one is sent your way, this time from a stranger across the room. You smirk, twirling the glass in your fingers before lifting it in acknowledgment. The man—well-dressed, confident—raises his own in response, flashing a charming smile. You don’t hold his gaze for long. You don’t need to.

More drinks follow, some from admirers, others from people who simply want to say they sent a drink to you. Your best friend cackles beside you, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “You’re gonna have the whole bar competing for your attention by the end of the night,” she teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Let them try,” you muse, tipping back another sip. The warmth starts to spread through your limbs, a pleasant buzz settling in your chest. The tension in your shoulders eases. The music feels different now, the bass thrumming through your veins rather than pressing against them.

It’s easy to sink into it—the luxury, the attention, the way the world seems to revolve around you in moments like these. The weight of the past couple of weeks begins to fade, the ache of silence from the people you once called family pushed further and further back with every sip.

A DJ set kicks in, sending the dance floor into a frenzy. The beat is infectious, the kind that demands movement, that makes it impossible to sit still. Your friend senses it immediately, grabbing your wrist with an eager grin.

“Come on,” she urges, tugging you toward the edge of the VIP area. “No more sulking. You need this.”

You let her pull you along, laughter bubbling up despite yourself. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you do need this—just one night where nothing else matters, where you’re not your brother’s sister, not someone waiting for a call that won’t come. Just you, the music, the freedom. And the music takes over, a pulsating rhythm that thrums beneath your skin. Your best friend’s hands are in yours at first, spinning you playfully under the flashing lights, her laughter mixing with yours as you move. The energy in the club is electric, and you let yourself be swept up in it.

People gravitate toward you, drawn in by the effortless way you move, the way you let the beat dictate your steps. The strangers around you are eager, their eyes flickering with the kind of interest you’re used to—but tonight, you don’t mind. If anything, you welcome it.

One man steps closer, well-dressed, confident. His hands hover just near enough to be an invitation, waiting for a sign that he’s allowed to move closer. You let him. Not because you want him, not really, but because the thrill of attention is intoxicating, a distraction you so desperately need. Your best friend watches with an amused smirk before another person pulls her into the dance. She winks at you over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you surrounded by people who all seem desperate for a chance.

A hand brushes against yours, tentative, testing the waters. You don’t move away, just let it happen, just let yourself exist in this haze of music, flashing lights, and alcohol-fueled bliss. Someone murmurs something in your ear, their breath warm against your skin. You don’t catch the words, and you don’t really care to. The club pulses around you, a living, breathing thing—lights flashing in dizzying streaks, music vibrating through the floors, bodies pressing close as they move to the rhythm. Everything feels distant, as if you’re watching from behind a fogged-up window.

Your skin burns hot, but your limbs are cold, heavy, and uncooperative. A deep nausea stirs in your stomach, coiling tightly with something even more unsettling—an unshakable wrongness.

Why do you feel like this?

You’ve had drinks before, you know your limits. Your tolerance is high, your control steady. But now, the world spins in lazy, unrelenting circles, the edges smearing together like wet paint. Your breath comes uneven, shallow.

A hand steadies you at the waist. Too firm. Too much.

“You okay? You don’t look so good, sweetheart.” The voice is smooth, coaxing. Close. “Let’s get some air.”

No.

You try to step back, to push away, but your body refuses to obey. It’s like wading through thick, invisible water, limbs sluggish, weak. The grip on your waist tightens just slightly, steering you away from the dance floor.

No.

The word won’t leave your throat. It gets stuck, lost somewhere between the dizzying haze in your mind and the leaden weight of your limbs. You blink, trying to focus, trying to ground yourself, but the lights overhead blur, streaking across your vision.

Something is wrong.

The nausea rises higher, pressing against your ribs. You need to move. You need to get away.

And then—

A sharp voice slices through the fog, distant at first, then clearer, stronger. A hand grasps yours—smaller, urgent, safe. Then, just as quickly, the pressure at your waist disappears. Your balance wavers, legs barely supporting you, but the grip on your hand steadies you before you can collapse. There’s warmth against your side, firm but familiar, a scent you recognize even through the haze. Your vision swims, figures shifting, but then—

A face.

Familiar.

Safe.

Your best friend.

Her lips move, her expression stormy, but the words are lost to the thick fog filling your ears. Muffled, distant, like sound filtering through deep water.

But she’s here.

She saved you, she must have. Right?

A weak breath stutters past your lips as your fingers clutch at her sleeve, desperate for something solid, something real. She holds onto you tightly, grounding you, anchoring you. But something still feels off. Something lingers just beyond your comprehension, just out of reach. You try to chase the thought, try to grasp at the fraying edges of clarity, but the haze is pulling you under, thick and suffocating. Your best friend shifts, securing her hold on you, guiding you toward the exit. 

As the darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, you let it.

“Look, man,” Ji-yong started, voice lower, more controlled than before. “I’ve had time to think.”

It’s been a week since you’ve spoken to any of them. He found himself sitting across from Seung-hyun, the tension between them thick but quieter now. Not fueled by anger, not anymore. Just something heavier. Something inevitable. He didn’t speak, just watched him carefully, waiting. Ji-yong scoffed, shaking his head, “you’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?”

“You’ve never made it easy for me,” Seung-hyun finally said, a small, humorless smile ghosting over his lips. “So, no. I don’t think I will.”

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do…” 

Ji-yong swallowed hard, something tugging in his chest. “You know she’s my baby sister.”

“I know.”

“You know that means I’ve spent my whole life protecting her.”

“I know that, too.”

Ji-yong inhaled deeply, looking down at his hands before glancing back up, meeting Seung-hyun’s gaze head-on. “I don’t like the idea of anyone hurting her. Ever. And I don’t like the idea of someone taking her away from me.”

Seung-hyun’s expression softened, but his voice remained firm. “She’s not something to take, Ji-yong.”

Ji-yong flinched, just slightly, at the truth of it. He exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “I know. But she’s—she’s important to me.”

“She’s important to me, too.”

Ji-yong let out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah. I can see that.” 

He sat there for a long moment, staring at Seung-hyun, the weight of years pressing down on him. His chest felt tight, his throat burned, and for the first time in a long time, he felt unsteady. Not because he was angry anymore—anger had long since faded, replaced by something more complicated.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, voice quiet. “I don’t know how to just—let go.”

Seung-hyun didn’t respond right away, and Ji-yong hated how much that made his heart race. He hated that he was the one feeling vulnerable. It had always been his job to be the strong one when it came to you—to stand between you and anything that could hurt you. And now, here he was, staring at the one person who could hurt you in a way Ji-yong never could stop. Not that Seung-hyun would hurt you in the first place. 

“I don’t want to take her from you, Ji-yong,” Seung-hyun finally said, his voice calm, sure. “I know what she means to you.”

Ji-yong let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t think you do.” He exhaled sharply, looking down at his hands. “She was just a kid when we started all this, you know? And I was never around as much as I should’ve been. I missed birthdays, holidays—shit, I missed entire years of her life because of this career. I know it’s only a couple years difference, but every time I came back, she was older, stronger. More independent. She always looked at me the same way. Like I was still her big brother. Like she still needed me.”

His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard, gripping his hands together. “And now she doesn’t,” he whispered.

“That’s not true.”

“It is. She doesn’t need me to protect her anymore. She doesn’t need me to make sure she’s okay because you’re already doing that.” He finally looked up, his gaze raw and unguarded. “And I don’t know how to handle that.”

Seung-hyun’s expression softened. “She still needs you, Ji-yong. She always will. But she also needs to live her life. She needs to be happy.”

“And you think you can make her happy?”

“I know I can.”

Ji-yong studied him, searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation—but there was none. Seung-hyun wasn’t just saying it. He believed it. And Ji-yong hated that it made him feel just a little better.

“I don’t like it,” Ji-yong muttered.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Ji-yong exhaled sharply, shaking his head before finally meeting Seung-hyun’s gaze head-on. “Just—don’t make me regret this.”

Seung-hyun nodded once, firm and sure. “I won’t.”

Ji-yong stared at him for another long second before finally sighing, leaning back in his seat. “Fuck,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I feel like I’m giving my kid away.”

Seung-hyun smirked slightly. “She’d kill you for saying that.”

Ji-yong let out a quiet laugh, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. “Yeah, she would.” He sighed again, shaking his head. “Alright. Just—take care of her. Or I swear to God, Seung-hyun, I will ruin your life.”

Seung-hyun chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

Ji-yong exhaled, finally allowing himself to lean into it. It still hurt, still felt like something was shifting in a way he wasn’t quite ready for. But for the first time since he’d figured it out, he didn’t feel like he was losing you.

And that, for now, was enough.

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, grounding you before your mind fully caught up with your body. Your limbs felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, but something was… different. Blinking against the morning haze, you slowly turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.

Seung-hyun.

He was sitting in the chair beside your bed, his tall frame slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees. One hand was curled loosely around yours, like he’d been holding it the whole night. His face was soft in sleep, his usual sharp features relaxed. Even like this, exhausted and barely upright, he hadn’t left your side. Your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of it.

“Seung-hyun?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it was enough.

His lashes fluttered before he stirred, blinking slowly as he straightened. The second his gaze found yours, relief softened his expression.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You nodded slightly, your mind still struggling to piece things together. “Where… where is everyone?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Instead, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, grounding, reassuring.

“They went home,” he finally said. “Ji-yong wanted to stay, but he knew you’d be okay with me here.”

Something about that made your chest ache. Ji-yong had been here. He had wanted to stay. But somehow, Seung-hyun had been the one left behind, the one who stayed through the night.

Your fingers curled slightly in his grasp. “You stayed.”

“Of course.”

The weight of those words settled between you. Simple. Certain. And for the first time in a while, you just let yourself breathe. He stayed quiet for a moment, his thumb still brushing over the back of your hand as if the touch alone could keep you anchored. His gaze flickered over your face, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe understanding.

“You scared me,” he finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper. You blinked at him, startled by the rawness in his tone. “I’ve never seen you like that before,” he continued, swallowing hard. His other hand lifted hesitantly, hovering near your face before he finally let himself cup your cheek. His palm was warm, grounding. “I didn’t know what to do except—stay.”

Your heart ached at the confession, at the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

“I didn’t leave your side all night,” he murmured. “Not once. Because the thought of you waking up alone, especially after something like that happening…” He trailed off, his fingers curling slightly against your cheek. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

You felt your breath hitch.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed again, his eyes shining with something heavier now—something unspoken for too long.

“I know I should have told you sooner,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have said it before now, before last night, before you ever had to wonder where I stood. But I—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I love you.”

Your lips parted, stunned into silence.

“I’ve loved you longer than I even realized,” he admitted, his thumb brushing against your cheek like he was memorizing the feel of you. “It just… snuck up on me. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you challenge me, the way you’re just unapologetically you.” His lips trembled slightly as he let out a quiet, almost broken laugh. “I love all of it. I love you.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Seung-hyun…”

“I thought I was okay just being near you,” he confessed, shaking his head. “I thought maybe that was enough. But last night…” He inhaled shakily, his eyes searching yours. “Last night, I realized it’s not. I need you to know. I need you to hear me say it, because I can’t—I can’t keep pretending it’s not true.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and fragile. Then, carefully, you lifted your free hand, brushing away the tear that traced down his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch, like he was savoring it. When he opened them again, you saw nothing but love in them. Deep, unwavering, and real.

Your fingers trembled slightly as they rested against Seung-hyun’s cheek, your own breath catching in your throat. His confession was still settling in, still sinking into the parts of you that had spent too long wondering, too long hoping.

But the weight of last night was still there, too. A tear slipped past your lashes before you could stop it. Then another. Seung-hyun’s brows knitted together in concern, his hand instantly tightening around yours. “Hey…” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, catching the tears before they could fall any further. “Why are you crying?”

You let out a shaky breath, swallowing the knot in your throat. “Because…” Your voice wavered, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second before looking at him again. “Because I thought Ji-yong scared you away.”

Seung-hyun’s lips parted, his brows drawing together even more.

“I thought—I thought I lost you,” you admitted, your voice cracking. “I was so scared you’d leave, that you wouldn’t want to deal with all of this, with me, with everything going on.” Another tear slipped free, and this time, he cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing your skin so gently it nearly made you break even more. His own tears still lingered in his lashes, his eyes searching yours with something close to heartbreak.

“You really thought I’d leave?”

You gave the smallest nod, biting your lip as your chest tightened. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again. If you’d think it was all too much. If—” Your voice cracked again, and you shook your head, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “I didn’t know if I’d ever get to hear from you again.”

Seung-hyun let out a soft, shaky exhale before pulling you forward, his forehead pressing against yours.

“I would never,” he whispered, his voice firm despite the emotion in it. “I would never walk away from you. Not now. Not ever.”

Your breath hitched.

“Ji-yong didn’t scare me away,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing could.”

You let out a quiet, broken sound at that, your fingers clutching at the front of his shirt.

His hands moved, one slipping into your hair as he tilted his head to look at you, his nose brushing against yours. “You don’t have to be scared anymore,” he whispered. “You’re not losing me. You never were.”

The sheer certainty in his voice, the quiet but unwavering promise—it unraveled something inside you. So you let yourself sink into him, your hands fisting his shirt as you let out a shaky exhale, more tears slipping free. And Seung-hyun was right there to catch them, to catch you.

Seung-hyun let out a soft chuckle, his fingers still stroking gently through your hair. “You know… I actually talked to Ji-yong about everything.”

You blinked, sniffling as you pulled back slightly to look at him. “You did?”

He nodded, his lips twitching as if he were holding back a smile. “Yeah. A real conversation this time—no tension, no dramatics, no threats of murder.”

A watery laugh escaped you, and Seung-hyun grinned, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “I think he was relieved, honestly. He was just… scared for you, too. But we worked things out. He knows how I feel about you.”

“And… how do you feel about me?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart skipped.

“I have been for a long time,” he continued, his voice quieter now, more certain than ever. “And I don’t care how complicated things get, or how long it takes. I just want to be with you.”

A fresh wave of emotion welled in your chest, but before you could say anything, he exhaled softly, his lips quirking into something shy. “And, well…” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips for the briefest second before meeting your gaze again. “I’d really like to kiss you right now, but only if you want me to.”

Your stomach fluttered. The warmth in his eyes, the careful way he held you, the way he asked instead of assuming—it made your heart ache in the best way. So you didn’t hesitate. You leaned in first, tilting your chin up as your fingers curled into his shirt. “I want you to.” 

Seung-hyun’s breath hitched just slightly before he closed the remaining distance, his lips brushing over yours with a hesitation that made your heart stutter. The first press was gentle, almost as if he were memorizing the feel of you—soft, warm, familiar in a way he’d longed for. Then, with a quiet sigh, he deepened it, his lips moving against yours in a slow, unhurried rhythm, like he had all the time in the world to savor this moment. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs tracing delicate circles against your skin, anchoring you in the tenderness of it all. When you responded—kissing him back with just as much feeling—he let out the faintest sound, something between a sigh and a hum, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his hands still cupping your face, a small, breathless laugh escaped him. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, as if grounding himself in the reality of having you here.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice warm with affection.

You let out a soft, watery laugh, your heart still racing. "I think I have some idea," you teased, though your voice wavered with emotion.

"Then you also know I don’t plan on going anywhere," he said gently. "Not now. Not ever."

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from fear or sadness. They were from the overwhelming warmth of hearing the words you’d been too afraid to believe in before. You nodded, leaning into him, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

"Good," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. "Because neither do I."

He let out a content sigh, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. He held you like you were something precious, something irreplaceable. And as you nestled into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you realized that for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

You were home. And Seung-hyun was home, too.

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[maskedcrawford]

You Took Her From Me

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: A lawyer and a divorce. Can things be set right after losing your only daughter?

Warnings: Some angst, grief, fluff

A/N: I hadn't planned on a part two to this story but so many people requested it so here ya go. I hope you guys enjoy!

Requests are OPEN

Part 1

Pt2- Don't Do This To Us

The room is dead silent. He lets you walk away, giving you space for a moment before his own anger gets the better of him. You lay in bed, tears silently streaming down your face when you hear the door fly open.

“You think I don’t blame myself?” he shouts and you jump from the sudden volume change.

“Do you think you’re the only one who lost a child? Who lost one of the most precious things in their life? News flash, y/n, she was my daughter too!” he walks to the other side of the bed to face you and you just look through him.

“There’s absolutely nothing you could say to me that I haven’t said to myself!” you glance up at his eyes, the pain and anger somehow both evident at once.

“I said what I said,” you croak and he sighs.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” his voice is deflated and defeated.

“If you really want the divorce I’ll call a lawyer tomorrow.” He mumbles, he waits for a moment for a response and you stay quiet. He walks out of the room and a new river of tears flows from your eyes. How had life gotten this complicated? How had it come to this, your family was once so happy and complete. You, Jiyong, and his mini me. She was like him in many ways. Curious about the world, loved clothes, and would try to help him with his music. She was kind and compassionate, as much as a 3-year-old could be, she had a wanderlust in her eyes and a beautiful life ahead of her.

-

A few months later you’re in the lawyer’s office. Neither of you can look at one another, the tension suffocating from the last real conversation you had, which was the argument where you said you wanted this. Jiyong had been staying with a friend, letting you stay in the penthouse. He loved you with all his heart, so much that he was willing to grant you this divorce if you really wanted it.

“So in 3 days you’ll stand before a judge and, in the most basic of terms, he’ll officiate the divorce." The room is still filled with a thick silence.

“I have to say, you two are probably the easiest and quickest couple I’ve ever had,” the man tries to joke but neither of you laugh. Jiyong was willing to give you everything. The car, penthouse, even pay the bills if you wanted it. He’s still willing to take care of you, because he still loves you. He still wanted to be your husband.

“Ms. Kwon we need your signature here, and we’ll give this to the judge this afternoon.” You stare at the paper and steal a glance at your soon to be ex-husband. He’s biting his thumb nail, something you recall he had a bad habit of doing. You hesitantly pick up the pen and sign your name. The pen drops on the table with a little thud.

“You’re all set, feel free to take your time if you need it,” he gives you both a sad pursed lip smile. You both sit at the large table for a minute, not saying a word. You slowly gather yourself, picking up your bag.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles as you get up. You look at him. Frustration beginning to bubble.

“You’ll get used to it,” you say quietly through gritted teeth. You want to remain as civil as possible.

“Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do anything.” He stands up and walks over in front of you, blocking your way to the door.

“What I want is for you to get your stuff out of the penthouse,” you breathe out trying not to look into his eyes. You know that if you do, you’ll see the heartbreak in his and it’ll draw you back in. It’ll keep you from moving on, something you feel you need to do.

He sighs, tears in his eyes that he tries to blink back.

“I’ll come over tomorrow,” he mumbles before making a b line for the door. You allow yourself a moment to breakdown before taking a breath and walking out after him.

-

That afternoon, you’re on the couch cuddled up with a pillow and blanket bingeing your favorite show, trying to momentarily get out of your head. You hear the door to your pent house open and shut. You freeze.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jiyong announces in a fake domesticated type of voice. You furrow your brows and throw the blanket off.

“What are you,” he walks in the living room with a suitcase and an empty box.

“I’m getting my stuff.” His answer is casual and simple. Like this was the plan the whole time.

“You said you were coming tomorrow.”

“You said till death do us part. Apparently, words mean nothing in this relationship.” He shrugs you off and walks into the bedroom collecting his clothes. You sigh. You missed having him home, missed greeting him, even when you two fought and had your issues after your little Ms. had passed, you still had his presence. Part of you, regardless of how irritating he could be, wanted to cling to the familiarity.

You walk after him into your bedroom and he’s silently picking his clothes out. You watch him for a moment.

“If you have something to say, say it.” He says without looking back at you, instead looking over a suit jacket. You stay silent, watching him go to pack it away. You notice something drop to the floor and you both look at it. He drops down to his knees and picks up the small bracelet. It fell out of the pocket. He smiles at the little token from your baby girl with a hard sigh. Tears brim his eyes for the first time since her death. He clutches it in his hands and you stare at him, waiting and watching. The room goes so silent you could hear a pen drop.

“Yah!” he lets out a blood curdling scream and the rest of his body slumps, his forehead is placed on the floor. You jump from the unexpected sound. He continues to yell into the carpet of the small walk-in closet. His eyes are shut as tight as they can go.

Jiyong’s body shakes from the violent emotions; one’s he wouldn’t let himself feel until now. He feels your arms slowly come around him for the first time in months and he leans into your touch. His screams continue and his face begins to turn red.

“Come here,” you mumble in his ear after letting him have a bit. You both slowly stand up and you embrace him fully. He continues to shake like a leaf, his emotions taking over.

“God, I miss her so much,” he sobs into your shoulder.

“I know, me too.” You let a few tears flow freely.

“Y/n,” he whimpers, “I can’t, I can’t do this.” You rub circles on his back trying to soothe him. You stand there for a few minutes allowing him to feel it, the anger, the grief, the disappointment, and self-loathing. It could have just as easily of been you who didn’t check her seat belt that day.

Truth be told, this is what you had been waiting on. It pissed you off how you never seen him grieve and you knew Jiyong well enough to know that he wasn’t doing it in secret. He never cried, he never got angry, he never expressed any emotion, and it made you slightly doubt if it was you who was stuck in grief or if it was him who wouldn’t do it at all. You feel a weight lift off you, almost like the wedge between the two of you was being removed.

“Oppa,” you whisper in his ear, he freezes for a brief moment. You hadn’t called him that in months. Always his name since the day you lost her. He pulls back from you slightly and you look up at him, smoothing some of his hair out of his face, noting the little red lines from busted capillaries under his eyes. You cup his cheek and he leans his face into your hand.

“Jagi,” his voice is barely audible. You give him a gentle smile at the nickname.

“Thank you,” you say with a slight crack in your voice.

“Thank you for grieving,” you hug him again and his grip is strong as he begins to let more tears flow. He grips on to you as if you’re the anchor in the sea of pain he’s losing himself in.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he sobs again and you shush him. The clothes he was packing are now forgotten, the day you two have had has been long.

“Why don’t you stay tonight,” you hesitantly offer, “You shouldn’t deal with this alone,” you try to reason with yourself more than with him. He pulls back and searches your eyes. He nods.

You get dinner delivered that night, both of you being exhausted. You open the take-out containers in silence.

“Do you remember when she got so excited the first time she walked, she tried to run and she wasn’t moving, just staying in place like,” he starts to imitate your daughter’s silly movements by swinging his arms with a determined look on his face. This elicits a quiet chuckle from you.

“Or when she threw,” his eyes are filling with the salty tears once again.

“She threw her plate across the room as a toddler because she wanted spaghetti,” he smiles as a tear drips from his cheek somberly.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile and for the first time you didn’t feel the overwhelming urge to cry. You could smile and remember her fondly. After you eat, you decide to watch a movie. You slowly make your way over to him on the couch, sitting in between his legs with a blanket. You lay your head on his chest and he stiffens beneath you before relaxing once he sees you’re settled there. You find his arms and put them around you. He looks down at you.

“What are you doing?” His voice is shocked, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.

“I’m cuddling with my husband,” you smile to yourself, “Is that ok?” you look up at him and he makes eye contact.

“More than ok.” He nods with his heart fluttering in his chest. A familiar closness and warmth spreads through him. It’s not long into the movie you begin to feel yourself get tired. You drift off to sleep, but your then awoken slightly by your body being lifted gently and carried. Jiyong places you in bed and covers you up.

“Wait,” you mumble grabbing onto his wrist.

“Stay,” you adjust your head on the pillow.

“I’ll be in the living room,” he motions and you whine.

“In here.” He looks beside you with another taken back expression. He gets comfortable and slides into the bed next to you anyway. You turn to face him and you both are inches from one another’s faces.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he takes in your features.

“I’ve missed you too,” you admit. His body floods with relief. He slowly snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“I don’t,” he begins and sighs. You know exactly what he doesn’t want.

“Me either,” you admit the quiet truth.

“I want you back home,” you say after a beat of silence. His smile cracks and he pulls you as close as he can and snuggles into your frame with a giant hug. He hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you.” You tell him. He pulls back and for the first time in months, you both share a sweet meaningful kiss.

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Masterlist

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[emmiesoverthemoon]

───·:*➳fic masterlist·˚

─ f - fluff ─ s - smut ─ a - angst ─ g - suggestive

♱ bigbang

kwon jiyong / g-dragon: come back to me─ a overwhelming warmth─ f scorching close call─ s first doctor's jitters─ f party just for you─ a f baby it ain't fair─ s stupid bet─ g f switch up─ g f

choi seunghyun / t.o.p: feed your impulses─ g f who needs desks anyway─ f don't push me away─ a f

kang daesung: trying something new─ s f promise to not leave me behind─ a f

mixed: he’s so boyfriend─ f he's so boyfriend: two─ f he's so boyfriend: three─ f a helping hand (and maybe three more)─ g f a helping hand (and maybe three more): two─ s g f

[wcnderlnds]

opposites attract | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: he's chaotic and loud, you're shy and introverted but he can't help but be intrigued by you ・❥・word count: 1.3k ・❥・warnings: mentions of death bc squid game, nam-gyu is mean to reader (im sry), female reader. ・❥・ authors note: i love writing this chaotic man <3

Of course the second game just had to be one where you had to interact with people and find a team. Talking to people, approaching them – it was your worst nightmare. As you stood there in the sea of people all talking and teaming up, you timidly stayed in place, your hands pulled into the sleeves of your jacket giving yourself sweater paws. Since the first game, you had kept to yourself. You had even voted to leave. Why would anyone want to stay in a place like this where people were getting killed for losing children’s games? Unfortunately, the majority had decided to stay even after a heavily heated debate where player 456 had declared he’d been here before. While it was all kicking off, you had hid behind the crowd. Conflict was something you avoided. People were usually something you avoided but when a salesman came up to you with promises of money, how could you say no?

So, as you stood there, too shy to approach, you accepted the fact that you were probably going to die. There was no way you had enough courage in you to find a team. Even if you did, who was there to ask? The only person you might consider approachable was player 456 but he already had a team. There was no point going over there, asking and risking embarrassment as they turned you down. Aimlessly you wandered around the room, fingers toying with the ends of your sleeve – a nervous habit that you’d had since you were a child.

Guess you’d just have to accept your fate. You were either going to get killed because you couldn’t find a team or end up in a team who didn’t want you. Just as you were about to sit down and give up entirely, someone cleared their throat behind you. Spinning around, you came face to face with the infamous player 230. His purple hair was unmistakable, you’d seen him when he’d been fighting some other boy yesterday.

“Senorita, excuse me,” he said, his hands clenching his jacket to his chest. Your eyes landed on his multi-colored nails first before daring to glance up to look at him. Eyes met his dark ones for only a second before looking back down at the ground. He noticed instantly, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you. “Team with us.”

“R-really?” You dared to glance back up. He seemed serious but the look his friend was giving was anything but friendly. It looked like he’d rather team with anyone but you.

“Yeah, really? She’s kind of weird,” Nam-gyu looked you up and down, pulling a face then turning back to Thanos. “We can find someo-”

“Shutup,” he held his hand up in front of his friend’s face, his eyes solely focused on you. “Team with us. I’ll keep you safe.”

It wasn’t like you had any other options so you nodded. Thanos seemed thrilled, throwing his arm around your shoulders in a side hug. Your instinct was telling you not to trust him but at the same time there was something slightly comforting about him. After all, he had ignored his friend to solely talk to you. Why on Earth he was so adamant to have you on his team baffled you but it saved you from getting eliminated… if you made it through the game anyway. 

Turns out it was five mini games in one. As the rest of your team argued about who would do what, Thanos’ eyes were fixated on you who was looking at the ground. There was something about you that intrigued him. The difference in your personalities was more than noticeable. He was loud, crazy and obnoxious while you, on the other hand, seemed shy, insecure and quiet. Maybe it was true. Maybe opposites really did attract because for some reason, he wanted to get to know you more. He actually wanted to know you. That rarely happened with him. Usually he was the type of guy to get a crush, fuck and then move on to the next one. It was rare for ‘Mr One Night Stand’ to really want to get to know someone. To be honest, he wasn’t sure he liked the feeling. The pounding in his chest as he tried to examine you with his eyes. It was impossible to really get a good read on you.

“And, the loser over there can do Gonggi,” Nam-gyu’s voice echoed through your ears. Panic struck, you leaned forward, speaking before you even thought about it.

“I-I don’t know how to play Gonggi,” you mumbled.

“Better learn quickly then, huh?” Nam-gyu smiled fake-sweetly at you.

“Hey, stop it,” Thanos stopped his silent beat boxing to chime in, leaning forward to glare at his friend. “Leave her alone… What are you good at?”

“I can do spinning top. I played it a lot with my friends…” you tried to speak with a bit more confidence, a pink hue tinting your cheeks. Thanos noticed, grinning at you.

“Spinning top for you then. You’re cute, by the way,” he winked, causing your cheeks to only redden more.

Somehow, someway, the team had managed to survive. A lot of teams seemed to struggle with Spinning Top but you had got it the first try – Thanos almost blowing out your eardrums with the loud cheer of celebration when you did. Now, back in the main room, you were sat with the team. If it was up to you, you would have gone to sit by yourself but Thanos had insisted you sit with them. It seemed like he wanted to keep you around. It wouldn’t be too bad to have some friends, right? You sat beside Thanos, a space between you. While he was in a world of his own, DJing some invisible show in his head by the looks of his hand motions, the rest of the team were arguing. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, chin resting on them.

Watching everyone talk with each other so easily – even if it was arguing – made you feel slightly jealous that you couldn’t. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to because you did but the mere thought of striking up a conversation with anyone brought you too much anxiety. It was just better to keep to yourself. If you had to be the weird, quiet girl then so be it.

“They’re idiots,” the deep voice beside you said. Turning to look, you’d noticed Thanos had closed the distance between you both, his shoulder touching yours now. “You good?”

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you smiled, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “Thanks for letting me team with you.”

“No problem, Senorita. Told you I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?” His toothy grin made your heart skip a beat. Oh boy. That was the last thing you needed.

“Y-yeah,” you laughed, tearing your eyes away from him yet again.

This time, his finger gently reached out, tilting your chin to look at him. His eyes pierced yours, a look of intrigue on his face. “You have pretty eyes. It’s a shame you think the floor deserves to see them more than me.” He leaned in a little closer, his hot breath fanning against your face. Being close to someone wasn’t new for you. It was something that didn’t happen often but you’d had your fair share of encounters with people. “Meant it when I said you were cute, babygirl. Stick with me through these games and when we survive, let me take you out for a drink. Maybe I can get more than a few words at a time out of you.”

Once again, he winked at you, removing his finger from your chin and turning his attention to the argument going on in front of him. Meanwhile you were in a daze, your heart beating against your chest so much you were sure it was about to beat out of your ribcage. Yeah, this man was definitely going to be trouble.

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[ldydeath]

I'm Yours | Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P)

Summary: You and Seunghyun can’t stand each other. What’ll happen when you two get stuck in an elevator? Warnings: None Author’s Note: I had a lot of fun with this one, I hope you like it!

“Oh shut up, Seunghyun.” You rolled your eyes, throwing a piece of popcorn at your friend as he continued on about whatever he and Jiyong were talking about.

His eyes widened and he crossed his arms as he turned to look at you, halting his words mid sentence. Jiyong let out a small laugh, shaking his head before he walked to the other side of the room. You and Seunghyun’s arguments could get ugly and slightly annoying, Jiyong wanted no part of that.

“Why do I have to shut up and he doesn’t?” Seunghyun pointed a finger in Jiyong’s direction and you shrugged.

“Because I like Jiyong and I can’t stand you.” 

“I hate you.” Seunghyun pouted, a glare on his face as he made his way back to his friends. 

You shrugged a satisfied smirk on your face as you watched Seunghyun walk away. You didn’t know why you liked annoying him so much, but you didn’t think you’d ever stop. Ever since you’d started working with BIGBANG you’d had this relationship with Seunghyun. You figured your relationship with the other guys was pretty normal but there was something about the way you’d bicker with Seunghyun that you just really enjoyed. 

Your eyes wandered around the room before stopping on Seunghyun again, he was tall and incredibly handsome, sure, but there was this soft side underneath his hard exterior and it was beautiful to see a man so confident in himself to let that show often. He shifted and you looked down, pulling out your sketch pad. There was no reality in which you’d live it down if you got caught staring at him. 

You had been working on a costume design for Deasung when you noticed a shadow on your book and looked up with a raised brow. You’d expected it to be Jiyong peeking at your work to give you some ideas and were genuinely surprised to see Seunghyun standing over you. He never really took interest in costume designs, just wearing whatever was picked out for him. But yet here he was, looking over the outfits with a look of interest. Almost like he had something to add.

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

You let out a sigh, slamming the book down and catching a glimpse of your watch in the process. You groaned, standing up and packing up your items. Seunghyun watched you with an amused look on his face and you glared at him.

“Were you just going to stand there all day or actually tell me we needed to go? We’re going to be late now.” Seunghyun shrugged at your words. Of course he didn’t care if he was late.

“More fun this way, isn’t it?” He smirked.

“I hate you.” You grabbed his arm, yanking him out of the room. 

“Okay, okay, you can let go!” Seunghyun cried as he ran after you. 

You let go of his arm, shooting him a glare as he adjusted his jacket. The two of you stood awkwardly next to each other as you waited for the elevator to come. He had an outfit fitting and if he was late then everyone would be late and you’d never hear the end of it - or go home at a decent time. Clearly feeling bad for messing with you, Seunghyun ushered you to get on the elevator first and you leaned against the wall as the doors closed.

You quickly typed a text in your phone alerting your team you were on your way when the elevator came to a halt. You looked over at Seunghyun who gulped, and you sucked in a breath. The elevator was stuck. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You tried to hide the panic in your voice. 

Seunghyun turned to look at you, remembering that you had a fear of tight spaces, specifically elevators and his face softened. As much as he loved to give you shit, now wasn’t the time. Besides, he was kind of crazy about you and if he needed to hold your hand through this, who was he to complain. 

“Hey, it’s fine. Look, I'll press the call button and we’ll be out of here in no time.” He pressed the button, waiting a second only for the button to do nothing. 

“Oh, great.” 

“It probably just takes a minute.” He shrugged walking over to you, he hesitated a second before grabbing your arm, turning you to face him fully. “We’re going to get out of here, I promise.” 

You nodded your head, reaching into your pocket for our phone, trying to stay unaware of just how close Seunghyun was to you. Your heart raced and you hoped that if he could hear it he’d assume it was the fear of being stuck in an elevator and not the affect he had on you for being so close. You clicked on your texts, sending a mass one out to alert everyone that Seunghyun - and yourself were stuck in the elevator. Security would have you out quicker if they knew he was in here with you. 

“There. Everyone knows now.” 

“I would’ve thought of something like that eventually “ Seunghyun pointed to your phone with a small smile on his lips and you let out a laugh. 

“Sure.” You took a small reluctant step away from him and chewed on your bottom lip.

This was not gooey for many reasons. You couldn’t be alone in a large room with Seunghyun, let alone an elevator. It was too obvious that you had feelings for him when you were alone with him. You were going to have to play it cool so that he wouldn’t find out about your feelings. You placed a hand on your chest, taking a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate. 

Seunghyun watched you with amused curiosity. One of the many reasons he loved to tease you so much was how cute you were when you flustered. Even if this wasn’t the best of circumstances, he was glad to be alone with you. 

“Want a distraction?” Your eyes widened, confused as to why he was being so nice and nodded your head at him. “I have feelings for you.” 

Your eyes snapped to his, surely you hadn’t heard him right. Maybe he was joking. The way he was looking at you though? It didn’t seem like a joke. 

“Very funny, Seunghyun.” You rolled your eyes. 

Seunghyun closed the distance you’d been working so hard to keep and gently cupped your face. His eyes stayed locked on yours before darting to your mouth and then back to your eyes, as if silently asking for permission to kiss you. Your heart sped up and you nodded your head. His lips were on yours in an instant. 

Your arms ran up his chest, gripping his shirt and pulled him in closer, you kissed him back with such passion, all your feelings for him pouring into the kiss. You’d waited for this for so long and you could hardly believe he felt the same way. Seunghyun pulled away slowly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this. Not with you.” You nodded your head, your eyes closing as you caught your breath. 

“I have feelings for you too.” The words were barely out of your mouth before his lips were back on yours. 

His arms wrapped around you tightly pulling you closer as your arms moved from his chest to his shoulders. You pushed his jacket down off and he shrugged his arms out of the sleeves, his mouth breaking the kiss to trail open mouth kisses down your neck. God, this was perfect.  Just as his lips met your collarbone, the elevator began moving again. 

“Fuck.” Seunghyun cursed pulling away from you and reaching down for his jacket. As he shrugged it back on you fixed your top and let out a sigh. 

“You guys ok?” Jiyong appeared as the elevator doors opened and you nodded your head at him. 

“Yeah, yeah. We’re good.” Seunghyun nodded. 

Jiyong raised a brow, looking between the two of you a knowing smile on his lips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened in that elevator, it was just unfortunate that the guy who knew Seunghyun the best was the one who’d met you there. 

“I knew it!”

“Shut up Jiyong.” You folded your arms as you made your way off the elevator. 

“Yeah, shut up, Jiyong.” Seunghyun winked, rushing to catch up to you. “You got a minute?”  You nodded your head.

Seunghyun took your hand, laced your fingers together and led you down the hall. Popping his head into the first doorway he came across to check if it was empty and let you inside, shutting the door behind you. You turned to face him, startled by how close he was still standing next to you. You figured his confession had just been the elevator talking. 

“I meant what I said in there. I think I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time now.” He hesitated for a second before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across your skin. 

Your heart rate picked back up at the closeness of him and you wondered if he’d always have this affect on you. You didn’t mind it though, and you leaned into his touch. This was much softer than the rush of emotions that had overcome you on the elevator. Almost as if all the confidence you’d both had early was gone. 

“I meant it too.” 

Seunghyun let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Hearing that you felt the same way about him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours. 

“Let me take you out later? We can make this official, figure out how and when we want to tell the guys? For now, we play it cool and get you to that appointment.” 

You nodded and he let you go, following you out of the room. He had the rest of the night to show you just how much you meant to him.

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[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHY?”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!seunghyun x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! so fluff.. so cute :(

୨ৎ from myeong: hello! this is such a cute request and I’m so excited to share this with you! I hope you can enjoy it x

the familiar feeling of a warm and soft hand grabbed ahold of your own and your eyes opened immediately, turning to look over at your boyfriend seunghyun who had been smiling at you. “we’re here, my love.” his deep voice always sent shivers down your spine. always? well, you two haven’t been a couple for too long and this was only the third date but since knowing him and spending the time you already did with him, his voice was music to your eyes and you wanted to continue hearing it until the end of your days. giving him a small nod you fix your hair and outfit making sure everything looked good before opening the door and stepping out of the car. the museum he wanted to take you too was a few hours away from the city you both lived in and though you didn’t mind the drive at all, your feet were killing you. “isn’t this so exciting? I’m sorry about the drive sweetheart.. I hope you’ll be okay to walk around with me. if not I can give you my shoes or we can find a store nearby and I’ll buy you a new pair, hm?” that was exactly how seunghyun was, a sweet gentleman. many thought of him as weird or different but you didn’t see it. you saw him as kind, caring, funny, and so loving. he did a fantastic job at showing such a good side of himself that others weren’t exposed too. you were special that’s why you got to see this side of him.

as you both walk through the large glass doors hand in hand he pulls you closer to wrap an arm around your waist and starts pointing with his other hand, showing you a piece that he was a huge fan of. what he didn’t know is that you didn’t.. how should you say this? particularly care about art and the culture of it all. it was something that didn’t ever cross your mind and even though you were a fan of painting rocks or marbles to make them pop, it was nothing like what was here at the museum. your lips curled up into a gentle smile as you nodded and listened to him speak about the painting that was now in front of you both. “this one here? it’s a newer piece that I have become familiar with.. it’s called solitude and would you like to know why?” seunghyun didn’t give you a chance to answer but you were fine with it anyway and gave a slight head nod for him to continue, “this painting here serves as a mirror, reflecting our own experiences and emotions back at us. it’s reminding us that solitude is not a burden to bear but a canvas upon which we can paint our own narratives, find solace, and discover the depth of our own souls.” you stared at him in complete awe of everything he had just said. both hands found his and gave them a slight squeeze while you turned to take another look at the beautiful painting.

as the both of you continued to walk around he found a bench in front of another painting and gently pulled you to sit down next to him. “I don’t get it seunghyun. I don’t get art and just.. everything about it. what you had told me about the last art piece was beautiful but it seems they’re all so similar in that way.” he wasn’t upset with what you said because he knows not everything he likes you’ll like but he looks at you in shock, “y/n, my love, I know we’ll have different opinions on each subject but the beauty of art is through the deep meanings and how the artist creates them.” seunghyun paused for a moment and turned to look at you with a playful and cute smile across his soft lips that you wanted to kiss so badly but held yourself back for the obvious reasons. “focus on connecting deeply with your subject matter, exploring personal experiences and emotions. utilizing strong composition techniques and.. well considering color symbolism! it’s so important. you have to constantly refine your skills through practice and exploration while also being quite mindful of the message you want to convey to the viewer.” a warm tear rolled down your cheek and you felt like such a idiot for getting so emotional over something like this. his way of words and talking about art was so beautiful to you and all you could do was hope that this would be an everyday thing in the future for you both. his large warm hand reached up to wipe the tear away and he leaned in right after letting his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss before pulling away and turning to look back at the painting in front of you.

“another beautiful painting. I think this one.. fits the both of us quite well, what do you think?” as you stare deeply at the painting from what you could see it was a couple or what seemed to be a couple and all you could do was nod, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “I think it’s beautiful seunghyun, just like you are. thank you for bringing me here even if I don’t understand the art or the process of it all. you’ve shown me a different side of it and I respect that.” a deep chuckle comes from his throat and he kisses the top of your head while pulling you closer to him as he continues to stare at the beautiful painting in front of him. what he was thinking? how lucky he was to have you and art in his life. he wouldn’t ask for anything else.

[lovemepartly]

how they propose to you ✩ 

featuring: choi seung-hyun, kwon jiyong, and kang daesung

warnings: none!

 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

choi seung-hyun ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• seung-hyun would steal one of your rings to find out your ring size and then act clueless when you can’t find it. “maybe you just lost it, aein.”

• he’s been planning out the proposal for months and the day of, he’s visibly nervous and acting a little strange. if you say something about it, he’ll brush it off and act like nothings going on. 

• the day of the proposal, he takes you out to a nice restaurant for dinner and a walk around the river. quiet and intimate evenings like this with you are his favorites. 

• when you get back to the house, you’re immediately astonished by the way the living room is decorated. candles and rose petals are arranged in a heart on the floor, creating a soft atmosphere in the living room. he’ll watch your surprised face with a smirk, proud of himself. 

• taking your hand softly, he’ll bring you to the center of the heart and get down on one knee. his hand will shake as he holds the ring box and begins reciting his speech that he spent months perfecting. 

• as he glides the diamond onto your finger, he’ll press a soft kiss to your hand and you know that you can’t wait to spend forever with him. 

kwon jiyong ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• jiyong has been talking about getting married and having kids with you since he met you. 

• every time you’ve mentioned something related to marriage, he’s written it down in his phone. whether it’s a ring you told him you liked, how you once mentioned to him you wanted to be proposed to, your ring size - he writes it all down. 

• with jiyong, every detail has to be meticulously planned. he plans out what he’s going to make you for breakfast that day, what jewellery he’s going to wear, how he’s going to get down on one knee. 

• he practices his speech with seung-hyun, daesung, and youngbae. he’ll grab one of them by the hand and get down on one knee, pretending it’s you, and rehearse his speech. if any of them tease him and start laughing, he’ll smack them playfully on the arm and warn them to stop. 

• jiyong makes sure that everything goes to plan the day of the proposal. he wakes up before you, making you your favorite breakfast. he’ll spend the whole day doing whatever you want, whether it’s going on a walk or watching your favorite show. he’ll take you out to a candlelit dinner at your favorite restaurant and then a stroll on a private beach. 

• at the beach, will be the most romantic proposal you’ve seen. the sand is covered in rose petals and candles adorn the ground in the shape of a heart. letters spelling out “marry me” are placed on the ground. when you turn to jiyong, eyes full of tears, he’ll smile gently and bring you to the center of the arrangement. just like he’s always practiced, he’ll get down on one knee and recite his speech. his eyes will water as he slides the ring onto your finger. you’re the one he’s always wanted. 

kang daesung ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• daesung will buy you a sleek white dress to wear the day of the proposal. he plays it off like it’s nothing, like he just happens to want you to wear it on that particular day, but when you finally put it on, his breath hitches. you look so beautiful and he knows that this night will be memorable. 

• daesung is extremely bad at keeping secrets, especially from you. he always tells you everything (even things he’s not supposed to), so keeping the fact that he’s going to propose to you a secret is very difficult. 

• in the morning, he gifts you a small bracelet. when you open the box, you’re shocked at it’s beauty. it’s delicate and has a small heart charm attached to it. daesung will claim that he just happened to see the bracelet yesterday and thought of you, trying his best to play it off like he has nothing big planned for later that day. 

• the dinner is magical. the restaurant is upscale and luxurious and has a beautiful view overlooking seoul. he’ll hold your hand all through dinner, delicately tracing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. once you’ve finished eating dinner, he’ll casually suggest, “want to go up to the rooftop, aegiya?” 

• when you get up to the rooftop, you’re instantly astonished at what he’s set up. even though you had some clue that he might propose tonight, he went all out. the ground is covered with rose petals and candles, and a beautiful flower arrangement is set up on the other side. the view of seoul is beautiful and the night air blows a breeze through your hair. daesung will take your hand and guide you towards the center of the arrangement before getting down on one knee and taking the ring box out of his pocket. he holds your hand as he speaks, eyes glassy, and you just know you’re the luckiest woman in the world. 

[riitales]

Breakups Hurt | choi su-bong

Chapter 1 | you shut me out, but I'm still here

"Choi Su-bong, 1.19 billion won."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked through the crowd of players for him, but you could not find him.

Seriously? This is where you meet your ex, of all places?

Pairing: Choi Su-bong x female!reader

Genre: squid game au! exes to lovers!

warnings: cussing ig. su-bong is mean to mc! hurt/no-comfort, su-bong doesn't have his drug locket. no use of y/n. there's mostly thanos's real name is used. I guess that's it.

Note: this will have some parts but I'm not really sure how many, for now.

Play: Don't know what to do by blackpink

YOUR EYES FLUTTER OPEN. Your gaze is drawn to the strange environment in which you find yourself. You sit up in a mild state of panic. You looked around, and there were so many people. Some of them have the same confused expression as you. Some people were speaking or simply waking up. You notice their clothing—a green tracksuit. You looked down at yourself and were unsurprised to see that you were wearing the same tracksuit. But wait –

Who changed you?

You remember nothing except that someone told you to wait in a specific location and that you got into their car, but that is it.

You took a step down from your bed but remained near it. Your gaze moves throughout your surroundings.

Damn! There were a lot of people.

A sudden noise from the front door opening jolted you out of your reverie. A few people stepped inside, and the door closed behind them. They were wearing strange masks, with the front one wearing a square mask, and their clothes were all pink.

"I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all."

They go on to explain how all players will compete in six games, with the winner receiving a large sum of money. Hm! Interesting!

Are they expecting you to believe everything they say? Hell no. You do not really trust them. Who in this world full of greedy people could possibly give you money just by playing games?

No, you are not believing it's that simple.

Someone from behind asks why, if that is the case, they basically kidnapped you all. How can anyone trust them anymore?

That is exactly what I was thinking about!

The square mask claimed it was a necessary precaution to protect their privacy or something.

Some players also questioned them, either suspiciously or curiously. They kept asking questions, but you were not paying attention because you think they were not asking important questions like what the games will be or when you could leave but instead they were more concern about who changed them or where their phone was.

You pay close attention when The Square Masked starts a video of the players and announces how much debt they have. A specific name immediately drew your attention.

"Choi Su-bong, 1.19 billion won."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked through the crowd of players for him, but you could not find him.

Seriously? This is where you meet your ex, of all places?

"woah, woah. Time out, time out." Su-bong was second way from beating the shit out player 333 when nam-gyu jumped in and stopped him. "There are so many people. You wouldn't wanna end up on news." He rationalizes. Fortunately, Su-bong listened.

He backs away from player 333. He looks around, his chest heaving slightly.

"You better get rich here." He warns the former YouTuber. "I want my money once this is all over." He said this before walking away, and Nam-gyu followed suit. Nam-gyu continue walking ahead of Su-bong, unconcerned about the world.

However, Su-bong's steps are halted when he comes face to face with—

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked incredulously, his eyes widening slightly with surprise.

You did not respond and instead continued to stare at him. You certainly saw the way he was ready to beat the player 333 up, he thought. Your expression makes it clear. He assumed you would not answer, so he continued—

"Don't tell me now you're following me." He accused you.

Your lips parted slightly. "Are you serious?"

"Then why are you here?" He questioned.

You soon found yourself in a less crowded area with him.

"I need money" you answered the question he asked you. Your arms folded across your chest, facing the stairs when he sat, manspread.

"For what? The last time I remember you were making just fine with that 9-5 job." He commented, raising his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner.

You sigh before answering, "Well, I needed more money."

"for what?" He reiterates his previous question. When you met his gaze, he said, "Well, nevermind. It's not like it is any of my business." He shrugged and stood up to leave, as if the conversation had ended.

You remain in the same position. Just as he brushes by you. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't help but sigh in frustration and hurt, You could not help yourself from asking—

"Why are you being like this." He paused, but did not turn around.

Seeing him here brought all of your emotions back. You were seeing him after almost three weeks, you believe, when he made a point of avoiding you.

God, I miss him so much.

"Like what?"

"I'm serious su-bong. We can work it out If you could just open up.. just— just tell me what's wrong.." You turn around to face him, but, as expected, he has his back to you. Your gaze was drawn to his new hair color, purple, of all colors. That's so him.

"You don't get It, do you?" You can practically hear the eyes roll in his voice. He huffed, "I don't think we are good." I am not good for you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if you had tired him.

"Beside, i actually come here so i could take a break from you— but- of course—" He snorted his own words and shook his head before leaving you behind.

You stepped onto the open field, where the first game would take place. You do not know what lies ahead for you. Your mind was not on it either. Your thoughts unintentionally drifted to him.

Why he's being like this?

Why he want you to leave him alone?

Why he can't just tell you what's wrong?

What did i do wrong?

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Part 1/? of my Thanos xFem!Reader thirst fic (unrelated to my previously posted fic cover) Hope y’all enjoy and uhhhh keep an eye out for part two I guess? 😭 (this was written for @i-think-youre-a-work-of-art pls keep all replies and reblogs SFW thank you) also tagging @heavenlyraindrops Ty all for reading! 🫰

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Princess and the Pills (pt. 1/?)

Thanos xFem!Reader, fluff, angst, toxic!Thanos, but also sweet!Thanos, Nam-gyu abuse sksksks, SFW, some mild spicy talk, cuddling, uhhhh idr what else is in this part, drug use, swearing { pt. 2 }

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You hear him before you see him, and his butter smooth voice makes you wish you never turned around. “Señoríta,” he purrs, pulling his jumpsuit jacket collar higher around his neck. “I couldn’t help but notice— you’re all alone out here. Y’know, I could protect you.”

“I can manage just fine, thanks,” you bite back, not looking to make any friends here. Least of all… this guy.

The man’s nose wrinkles in disbelief, his brows shooting upward. “Oh yeah? Well— we could still make a pretty good team. Keep each other safe, y’know?” His expression calms, and you find him… almost handsome with the small smile playing on his lips, sunlight dancing in his purple tipped hair from above. He continues with a growing smirk, “Keep each other warm.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes hard as you nudge past him, and you feel him practically cower from your touch as you do so, your shoulder knocking him backward a foot or two. “Whatever.”

Before you can completely remove yourself from his vicinity, you feel his warm hand wrap around your wrist, a surprisingly gentle touch in comparison to his furious eyes as he pulls you to face him.

You suck in a gasp at his proximity, his face only inches from yours as he studies you. His gaze flicks over your expression, down to your lips for a fraction of a second longer than anywhere else, and then back up to your eyes, where he narrows his own and lets go.

“Don’t forget you got a place to come running,” he assures you with a sniff, tipping his chin skyward. “I’m Thanos.”

“Thanos,” you repeat, taking your turn to look him over. “You got the infinity stones?”

Thanos’ eyes light up in amusement, and he nods, holding up his hand to begin counting off each painted finger. “Red, orange, yellow, green, I’m a legend, Thanos.” His smile after that seals the deal, and you decide to humor him.

“So what made you choose me, huh? To team up with?” you ask, crossing your arms. You didn’t understand it. He must want something from you. Why else would he seek you out?

“You kiddin’?” he snorts. “I’d have to be crazy not to snatch up the prettiest girl in this whole place.”

You roll your eyes again. Ah. “Right,” you say. “What about your buddy over there, hm? He seems pretty attached to you.” Your eyes fall over to the man shifting from foot to foot several yards away, pushing his greasy hair from his face to look toward Thanos.

“Wha— Nam-gyu? Nah, he aight,” Thanos says with a shrug, “But you?” He shakes his head before nodding to a silent rhythm and spouting a few lines of rap; “In the sea of faces, you caught my eye. My beauty, my flower blooming among weeds…” His teeth shine in the sunlight as he grins and tugs the front of his jacket. “Look at us in this blue-green. Now give me the green LIGHT.” He dramatically spreads his arms above his head and shoots the sky a wide smile, looking back at you with a raised brow as he positions his finger and thumb into a tiny heart. “I. Like. You.”

You smack a hand over your mouth, a small giggle erupting from your chest. Laughter, but also… something else. Something warm, and fuzzy. You tamp it down and turn away, dropping your hand.

“Cute song,” you say quietly, dismissing him along with whatever feeling just rose in you.

“See you at the finish line, girly,” Thanos bids you farewell, waving one bejeweled hand before disappearing into the crowd.

You force the image of his endearing smile and buttery voice from your mind as you ready yourself behind the starting point and listen to the game rules.

Before the game starts, some maniac begins screaming about how everyone will die if they move during red light. Yeah, you think annoyedly, that’s how you get disqualified, idiot. Had this loser never played red light green light before?

“He on some crazy shit,” a familiar voice sounds over your shoulder. You turn to curl your lip at Thanos and shrug in agreement.

“He’s kinda right,” you say, itching to disagree with the purple haired rapper if only to see his eyes alight with fury again. “Though that ugly doll already told us all of this a minute ago.”

“How much you wanna bet he’s totally bonkers,” Thanos whispers to you, shifting closer to your side. You resist the urge to lean into the warmth he offers and instead square off, shooting him a sideways glare and nudging him away with your elbow.

“Quit distracting me,” you hiss, listening as the doll sings ‘green light’ melodically.

The man far in front of you screams to run and you obey, booking it forward several feet and hoping Thanos biffed it somewhere behind you.

Soon, you’re stuck at your fourth red light, and no one has been eliminated yet. Which is honestly— amazing. You remember playing this in school and there were kids that would throw tantrums after getting ‘out’ on the first turn.

And then something in front of you catches your eye.

“Is that a bee?” Thanos whispers dumbly from beside you. He’s stayed pretty much right at your side since the game started, and you’ve avoided his incessant blabbing successfully up until now.

“What?” you whisper back, staying carefully frozen.

Thanos chuckles. “The chick in front of you. She’s got a bee on her neck.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “Surprised it couldn’t tell you’re the only flower around here.”

“Just leave it,” you scold him, but he calls out anyway.

“Hey, senorita!”

The girl shifts. “Huh?” she squeaks.

“You got a bee on ya,” Thanos giggles playfully as the girl wails and flails and screams and leaps until the bug is long gone. Casting a teasing smile at Thanos, she muses, “Huh. I moved! Guess I’m out—”

A sound rings out and echoes painfully in your ears, a hot spray hitting your face at the same time. You blink the dark liquid from your eyes in confusion, trying to figure out what just happened, and then you see the body.

A sharp inhale of breath prompts you to turn your gaze to the side, but you’re stopped by a scream.

“HOLD STILL!” the crazy man in front wails at you, his voice commanding attention. But it’s too late. People have seen it: the body of the girl in the sand, blood staining the ground around her.

Shrieks of fear echo around the courtyard as people begin running for the exit, frantic.

“They’ll shoot you if you move, just HOLD STILL!” the same man cries, his tone almost pleading now. It takes all of your willpower to stay upright and steady as the shots ring out one after the other. Screams of pain and horror cut short by loud bangs and splatters of blood.

Until all falls silent, and the rules are repeated over the loudspeaker. The man calling out to you speaks again after green light. No one moves.

“You have to move before the timer runs out or they’ll still shoot you!” he says, but you’re no longer listening.

You tip your head up from where you’d been watching the still body of the bee-girl, and look at Thanos instead. He’s trembling, his eyes wide and slightly glazed over as he stares at the corpse at his feet.

“We have to move,” you tell him as the light turns red once more, then green again. Your heart is in your throat. You don’t know why you’re bothering to talk with this psycho— you’re here to win. Well… now you’re here to survive.

But Thanos doesn’t even look at you. With his eyes still glued to the girl’s dead body, he scrambles at the crucifix around his neck, popping open the metal locket top and digging out a small colored pill.

His hands shake so violently that the crucifix tips, and several of his stash tumble out and into the bloody dirt below. Thanos curses, his voice breaking as he drops to his knees and begins frantically picking them out of the sand, stuffing one into his mouth in pure panic.

“Thanos,” you hiss, heart starting to stutter like it’s threatening to stop completely. “Move.”

He slams his eyes shut for a second as he bites down on the pill, his hands still shaking hard as he drops a few dirty pills back into his locket and snaps it closed.

“I can’t,” he whispers back, opening his eyes again, but unable to meet your gaze. You feel sick.

The kook in front of the group that’s leaving you behind yells for you to run, and you take off, ignoring the nagging voice telling you to drag Thanos along with you.

Time doesn’t feel right as the minutes tick down on the giant clock, but only a few rounds of the game have passed.

You feel like it’s been days under the hot sun, watching people die around you as you strive for an unreachable finish line. You force yourself not to wonder if Thanos made it— his body is probably lying in a pool of blood and mysterious colored pills thousands of yards behind you by now.

You clear your mind of him— of everything— as you run without fear. Pure adrenaline keeps your legs from buckling beneath you as your feet pound the earth, sweat trickling in rivulets down the sides of your face. Some from the heat and exertion— more from complete and utter terror.

You’re close to the finish line, now. Red light seems to drag on this time, and a man several feet in front of you is blasted directly in the head, showering you in gore.

You suck down lungfuls of air to keep your stomach from flipping as you listen for ‘green light’ and make your mad dash for the finish line.

As you dart out, someone trips and collapses hard in the sand just in front of you, body checking you off trajectory and sending you spinning. You yelp, shifting midair and falling back, having flipped a complete 180 degrees to face the back of the courtyard.

“Red Light.”

Shit.

Time slows as you make your descent, the sound of the doll’s whirring head turning to spot your movement the only thing you can hear.

But instead of the hard ground beneath you, followed by a gunshot, you feel a jolt as you’re caught by the front of your shirt and held in a vice grip. You don’t want to open your eyes, too afraid to see who saved your life. Maybe you’re already dead.

But you open them anyway, and you realize you left your heart in the sand with Thanos at the start of the game.

The rapper stares ahead, his brow knitted in concentration, his arm flexed and holding onto your jumpsuit firmly to keep you from landing on your back. You blink up at him in bewilderment. In confusion.

Why would he risk himself to save you after what you did?

But when he finally looks down at you, it makes sense. His brows bounce, shooting you that award winning smile with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Tag,” he giggles, his eyes wild and dangerous.

Yet somehow, you’ve never felt so safe.

As the green light sounds, he yanks you back to your feet hard, and you collide with his chest, hands coming up to brace you.

His strong hands grip either side of your upper arms, his lip stuck in a thoughtful pout as he stares into your eyes menacingly. He exhales slowly, eating up precious seconds of running time to curl his lip and let out a little growl. You can’t decipher his coded sounds, but relief floods you as the scouring expression disappears and he grabs one of your hands in his own, the unnaturally cheery demeanor back in full force.

“Let’s GO!” Thanos whoops, breaking into a run, clutching your hand like a lifeline as he drags you along with him toward the finish line.

You feel lighter than air as you’re pulled behind this crazed man, the sounds of gunshots broken up by his joy filled laughter. Only seconds before the final red light, you and Thanos explode over the painted white line at the end of the track, and stumble into the crowd. Battered by elbows from every direction, the two of you topple to the sand, limbs tangling as Thanos lands beneath you with a deep groan.

You wince as you land square on his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs and reveling in a soft grunt that leaves his lips.

“I— sorry,” you pant, your arms bracing you above him on either side of his head. Once recovered, Thanos smiles languidly, his eyes still glazy, but now unregistering and carefree.

One hand slides idly up and lands gently on your waist, his other arm sprawled out as he lies beneath you, apparently content. “No problem,” he coos, shaking his head once. “Didn’t even feel it.”

“No,” you choke, unable to form the words but acutely aware of hundreds of eyes on you in this moment. You want to apologize for leaving him. The reality of that choice feels like a death sentence, though you know you couldn’t have saved him anyway. “I'm sorry for… for ditching you.”

It ends with a question mark, and Thanos’ smile fades slightly. “Didn’t notice,” he rumbles numbly.

You’re about to ask— well, you’re not sure what, but you’re compelled to say a something, when a pair of feet appear above Thanos’ head, and you look up.

Nam-gyu looks down at the two of you, mouth hanging open as he drags his gaze over your compromising position. “Huh,” he muses. “That’s kinda hot.”

“Nam-su!” Thanos belts out, his face breaking back into a buzzed grin. He starts to get up, inadvertently knocking you into the dirt and you tamp down the small amount of hurt at his sudden indifference to you.

The men embrace, Nam-gyu eyeing the cross necklace around his friend’s neck with a hungry gaze.

“It’s Nam-gyu,” he corrects passively, wincing as Thanos shoves him off and proceeds to leap in the air a few times.

“AY, we did it, my friends! First game: SUC-CESS!” the purple haired man whoops, his brown eyes nearly disappearing in the black of his dilated pupils. He cuts his words into multiple pieces, like he’s trying to put emphasis on as much as possible for the shock value.

It makes your stomach flutter against your will: the way his voice pitches high and then falls again, his teeth flashing in the sunlight and contrasting sickeningly with the spatter of crimson on his cheek.

Maybe that’s what’s making your belly hurt: the blood. So much blood. You make the mistake of looking down and find your shoes painted with the stuff. Bright red stains that will eventually fade to a dull brown that you wouldn’t even be able to identify if you hadn’t known the people it had come from.

“Hey, you okay?” That slimy voice sounds in your ear and you look up with a grimace, locking eyes with Nam-gyu and feeling yourself squirm under his scrutiny.

“She’s fine,” Thanos interrupts before you can spew all over Nam-gyu’s shoes, knocking into your side and throwing one arm over your shoulders. He tugs you flush against his side, under his arm and you’re surprised to find the musk permeating his jumpsuit is… nice. Sweat, sure, but also a lingering cologne and the strong smell of fresh ink, which strikes you instantly as odd but incredibly pleasant.

Of course a faint smoky scent remains on his skin, but you don’t pull away quite so quickly from his touch this time.

He turns to grin down at you, eyes half lidded. “Right, jagiya?”

In an attempt to quell the hammering of your heart, you nudge Thanos off of your shoulder and shoot a glare at Nam-gyu, successfully diverting his wolfish gaze back to the ground.

“Yeah, I don’t need either of you jerks, so just leave me alone,” you snap, brushing sand off your knees and trying to take calm breaths, though it’s hard with so many dead bodies lying only feet from you.

Thanos rumbles a laugh. “Yeah, you won’t be saying that for long, sweetheart. Come find my bunk if you get lonely.” You narrow your eyes over your shoulder, hating that his wink and heart gesture combo make you almost double over in adoration before you look away.

You find yourself drawn to the corners of the sandy arena, as far away from anyone else as you can possibly get, but that’s not much because most everyone made it through the game, so you’re surrounded by nearly 400 people at least.

Still, you sit in the corner until the guards lead you back to the large room, and you follow numbly, head aching and stomach still clenched in disgust and horror at what you witnessed. You’re surprised Thanos was so… okay with what happened right in front of him, until you remember the pills. How happy they made him almost instantly.

You’re almost jealous. But more than that, you’re sad for him.

You can’t seem to avoid him, because as soon as you’re all back in the gathering room full of bunk beds, he’s there, sauntering up the stairs in your direction.

“Hey, senorita,” he coos, his eyes watery and big like a puppy’s. “Room for one more?” You’re startled out of a bit of a daydream of returning back home and leaving all this behind, and Thanos is sitting on the other side of your bunk bed with a smirk. Nam-gyu frowns, and you can’t help but smile to yourself at the way they resemble a pair of idiot circus clowns.

“Two more,” he says, shooting daggers in Thanos’ direction.

Thanos doesn’t hear him, nodding his head to a song you can’t hear as you ignore the both of them and stare down at your bagged bread and bottled soda.

Nam-gyu sits solemnly on the steps by your feet, his eyes dragging over you like a snake flicking his tongue to taste the air, and you pull your legs onto the bed in fear.

After a few minutes of silence, you hear a soft hum. You jump hard at Thanos’ hand nudging your own, his eyes full of genuine concern as he lifts your hand holding the packaged bread toward your lips. “Hey, eat up, c’mon,” he urges in a low tone, serious. “A passed out Princess ain’t no good to us,” he teases, his teeth flashing again. His eyes flick down to your unzipped hoodie as he adds, “Sure would be pretty, though.”

You immediately set your food in your lap and zip your tracksuit up, turning your face away. Screw him. And his stupid, weird friend. These guys were junkies, and nothing more. Thanos has NOTHING to offer you, least of all protection in this madhouse. Why believe a word he says?

Because he needs someone to, your mind whispers. You shut your eyes as if that will help make everything go away, silence those thoughts that ring so true.

And you only open them to find Thanos has set half of his own bread in your hand, emptying his soda as he makes his way toward the crowd to vote.

…

It’s that psycho again. Screaming. Grabbing someone and insisting that you all vote to leave.

You want to understand his desperation, but… you have nothing back home. If you return without that money, you’ll be a dead woman anyway.

Your eye lingers on the blue button as the guards break up the fight and order everyone to vote without further conversation between players.

You’re going in order from last to first: 456 taking his turn to hit the red button and stand alone on the far side of the room. You glance at your own number for the first time and realize you’re just ahead of Thanos: 231. Hiding from him, you wait for your number to be called.

You vote when it comes time, pressing the blue ‘O’ with shaky hands and turning around to face the gathered crowd. Two sides: red and blue. Life and death, only not so black and white. To people like you, desperate slobs in more debt than you could ever pay off in a lifetime, voting to leave would be a death sentence.

456 stares you down as you walk with a certain shame toward the blue side, his brown eyes boring into your flesh like flames. He wants you dead, most likely. You don’t look up until you feel a strong hand wrap dexterous fingers around your bicep and your head whips up.

Thanos is there, on his way to the voting buttons, a wicked smile spread across his sharp features. His nails dig into your arm, not enough to hurt you, but a reminder of his closeness. A reminder of his presence. The safety he promises.

And he mutters, “Good girl.”

Your heart is in your throat. You can’t breathe as he releases you and struts the rest of the way to the podium to vote, and you realize that this is the first time you haven’t pulled away from his touch.

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Heartbreaker

Choi Seunghyun x F! Reader

Warnings: Just a few curse words. Angst, but it ends happy.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this, bc it was a blast to write. Please leave a like or a comment if you want to see more! If you enjoy please consider buying me a coffee

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You stared into his dark, solemn eyes. The time had finally come where the two of you were at a place of no return. This was the end, he was walking on you, on your relationship and your future together.

“Please,” you whisper as he cups your face.

“Don’t- don’t do this,” you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.”

“It’s for the best,” he croaks with a low voice, “It’s for your best interest,”

“No, Seung, it’s not,” you shout defiantly.

“You don’t get to decide that!” your tears are now spilling onto your cheeks and you don’t dare wipe them away. He kisses your forehead for the last time.

“Baby I know you don’t see it now,”

“You’re damn right I don’t,” you grab on to his wrist as if holding it will anchor him to you. You feel a literal ache in your chest. He crashes his lips to yours, the kiss slow and deep, like he’s savoring the way you taste. You feel something wet on your face and realize he’s now the one crying.

The two of you hadn’t been unhappy, actually it was quite the opposite. You thought things were going great, even swore tonight would be the night he proposed to you, but instead he chose to break your heart. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he was throwing your relationship away.

He pulls away from you and you grab on to his collar as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I have to go,” he whispers after a minute. All you can do is sigh.

“You won’t even tell me why,” your voice cracks but you don’t care. It’s not a question, more like a statement. Does he think so little of you?

“I need you to trust me,” he says as he slowly tears himself away from you. You can’t help but scoff as you look at him like a stranger.

“Don’t give me that look,” he mutters as he glances at the floor.

“Why shouldn’t I? This isn’t you, or at least, not the you that I know. This isn’t the man I fell in love with. He wouldn’t leave knowing how bad this hurts me,” you break down again clutching your own body for comfort as you drop your head. You hear footsteps and think he’s going to hold you, but instead he stops right beside you.

“I love you, y/n, but this is what’s best,” he says solemnly. You don’t look at him, rather you keep your eyes shut and hold onto yourself. You hear the door shut behind him and you let out a gut-wrenching scream as you fall to the floor.

Right outside the door he hears it. He wants nothing more than to rush in and pick you up and tell you he’s sorry. He wants to love you the way he knows you need it, the way he knows he can, but he’s convinced himself he isn’t enough for you anymore. He’s convinced himself that, wrapped up in scandal, you’d be better off without him.

Afterall two idols being together in this business is tricky enough. The tabloids and some crazy fans. You being an international popstar dating a Korean idol, only added more fuel to the flame. While most of the media was happy for you, obviously some fans on both sides weren’t. Most would say he was bad for you, because of the things he’d done in his past. Redemption obviously not being an option for him in their eyes. They didn’t seem to think he could change.

He peeled himself away from the door and left you there, getting into his car his own emotions finally taking over. He cried, screamed, and his heart ached much like yours did. For a brief moment he considered that something that felt so wrong couldn’t be right, but others had an unbiased view, right? They could see thing he couldn’t, right?

For the next few days, you stayed home, barely leaving the bedroom you would often share with him. While you hadn’t officially moved in together, but there were very few nights you ever spent alone. Sleeping was one of the hardest parts, you had gotten so used to him being there, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, feeling his sweet gentle kisses to wake you up in the morning. Now it was gone, cold, and unfamiliar. The room wasn’t as bright as it used it.

Your friends called, texted, even tried coming over, but nothing worked. After about a week your manger finally told you that if you didn’t get your butt in the studio your career would suffer that, “You shouldn’t let some boy tank your career.” She wasn’t very understanding to say the least.

You trudged up to the studio in Seoul, sighing as you stepped into the booth.

“Hand in hand we go

Loving life, seeing the view of the golden streets,” you tried to sing the lyrics as best you could but it ultimately made you sick.

“I can’t do this,” you say before taking off the headphones. If you were going to record, it had to be something heart wrenching. You had to vent your feelings. You grab a pen and paper once you come out and sit down on the couch. Your best friend comes up beside you.

“What’s going on, doll face?” she was always cheeky with her little nicknames.

“I gotta write something else, I can’t do that” you say motioning to the table with the recording equipment, “today.” She gives you an understanding look.

“Let’s write a breakup song, then.” She gives you a supportive smile. After a couple hours of writing, erasing and rewriting lyrics, you finally had a rough draft of the song.

“You say it’s best if you leave

But here I am with my heart on my sleeve

Beggin you not go

Say you’ll stay

Even if it’s just until I’m asleep.” You see a grin from your best friend, who’s producing the song, and she shoots you a thumbs up.

“Y/n, it’ll be a hit!” she beams and you give her a sad smile. She puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Honey, I know it’s hard. I’m so sorry.” She gives you a quick hug before you tell her goodbye. Leaving the studio you barely look up and see the members of Big Bang walking in the door. Ji-yong, Taeyang, Daesung, and they each look at you with sad eyes before you see him walk in. Your breath hitches in your throat and you both make eye contact. You don’t smile, neither does he. You stand there frozen for a minute. From a distance his eyes look a red and puffy, and you know yours do too. After a moment of no one moving you get the courage up to walk past them and past him as if he was anyone else.

Seunghyun moves his hand out to grasp your arm, wanting to explain it all to you, to tell you how bad he misses you, to wrap you in his long arms and hold you so close you’d both be in trouble of suffocating, but he keeps his hands at his sides and lets you walk out the door.

The boys walk into the studio and begin working on their song. They were also releasing a breakup song. He wrote it about the two of you and basically told the guys if they couldn’t do the song, he wouldn’t perform anymore. The guys had seen the last week without you, barely eating or moving. Motivating him to get into the studio today was the hardest thing they’d ever done.

“Hyung,” Ji-yong said.

“Hmm,” Seung hummed as he sat down beside his best friend.

“Just call her, tell her what’s going on with you.”

“She doesn’t need that,” boy was he wrong. That’s all you needed. Was to hear his voice, hear how bad he missed you, hear how the world didn’t turn quite right without you in his life.

“Seunghyun,” Taeyang gently puts his hand on his buddy’s shoulder as he sits on the opposite side of the couch.

“She didn’t look good,” he says gently. He won’t look at either of them.

“I’m doing this for her,” he snaps with anger.

“I’m no good for her or her career,” his voice is thick with venom, not at you or his friends, but at himself.

“You really think those people are right? Man, people have known for the last 9 months that you’ve been together, and you’d really been together almost 2 years. Nothing happened.” Daesung tries to reason with the oldest of the group. But Seunghyun won’t hear it.

“She got more hate, and less ratings and it took a toll on her, I could see it. She lost out on deals with brands and even performances for shows.” He rubs his hands over his face.

“I watched it all, trying to convince myself it didn’t matter, trying to convince myself she needed me and that I wasn’t hindering her. But I just couldn’t do it anymore.” The guys look between themselves without saying a word, but they all knew, this was bad.

A few months pass by and you slowly fall into a routine without him. It still hurts, and anytime you see him on tv or on social media you feel that sting in your chest. But you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow him on anything. You still loved him and wanted to support him, even though it broke your heart at the same time. He never unfollowed you, instead he was actually quite active. He would like your posts, comment even. But you noticed when he did, people weren’t so nice.

You noticed more of the hateful comments once you had gone public with your relationship, but it never bothered you. Did you loose out on some stuff? Sure, but that was because you chose to, not because of him. There were multiple brands who wanted you to be a spokesman but you didn’t support what they stood for or genuinely didn’t care for the product, so you rejected them. You chose not to do certain award shows or talk shows because you wanted to prioritize rest this year, you’d been going nonstop the past 3 and it was time to slow down some. After all you had enough of a career that taking a step back wouldn’t affect you too much. You still got offers and calls about multiple media performances and deals, you just simply chose not to.

After a while seeing the unpleasant comments to your now ex you decided to turn the comments off on social media. You couldn’t stand to see them be so mean to him. He didn’t do anything wrong and the best way you thought you could defend him was to stop letting him or anyone else comment.

Seunghyun took that as you didn’t want to hear from him. He seen your latest post talking about the outfits you were considering for the Circle Chart Music Awards. He smiled as he seen you look so beautiful in your sparkly outfits. He went to comment but realized they had been turned off. He frowned to himself and decided he needed to call the guys. They each came over and brought food, after all the boy’s still healing and food always helps.

“Ok, just because the comments are off doesn’t mean it bothered her you were commenting.” Daesung spoke up.

“Yeah, I mean, did she like your comments or say anything?” Ji-yong asks.

“Well, I, uh, yeah. She liked them.” He takes a swig of his wine and shows his friends his phone.

“Then I don’t think it was about you,” Taeyang offers before taking a bite of his sushi. Seunghyun sighs and he takes another bite.

“I still miss her,” he murmurs.

“Wait, you said she’s going to the Circle Chart Awards?” Jiyong’s voice is thick with a “I have a plan and you may not like it,” kind of tone.

“Yeah,”

“Ok, we’re,” he gestures to the 4 of them with his hand going int a circle, “going to the Circle Chart Music Awards.” He looks at Seunghyun with a “do you get what I’m saying,” look. Seunghyun just looks at him as if he’s lost his mind.

“This would be your chance, hyung.” Taeyang explains.

“Exactly!” Ji-yong states matter of factly. Seunghyun’s face looks unsure.

“I don’t know,” he looks at his plate and pushes his food around.

“Look the song will be released and we’ll perform it.” Daesung said. Seunghyun sighs with defeat.

The day of the CCMA’s is finally here. It also happens to mark the one-year anniversary of your breakup with Seunghyun. The place is buzzing with activity as you can’t help but wish he was there with you celebrating the moment. You were up for best new song this year. You had signed with a Korean label the year before and chose to stick with it and now you’re nominated for best new song! Ironically, for the breakup song you released a few months back called “Home”.

As you rush around back stage you accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh, my goodness I’m sorry,” you freeze. It’s Ji-yong. He smiles wide at you and instantly wraps his arms around your frame.

“How are you, yeodongsaeng?” he questions cheerfully. You give him a smile.

“Fine, Oppa how are you?” you giggle genuinely at the sweet name you hadn’t heard in a while.

“Excited, nervous but excited. I can’t wait to see you perform. I know Seunghyun can’t wait either,” he wiggles his brows and you purse your lips.

“Thank you, that’s, uh, very kind of you.” You pause for a moment before speaking again, “I uh, I should go. But good luck with your performance!” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm gently.

“He really isn’t doing well,” Ji-yong confesses quietly.

“He’s a wreck, honestly,” he rubs the back of his neck. He was told not to tell you anything if he did run into you, but Ji-yong was only trying to help. Your heart hurt for him, despite how much he broke it.

“Ji, he left me.” You say barely above a whisper.

“I know, but I just thought you should know,” he gives you a sad smile and begins to walk off. For a brief moment your feet try to drag you to follow in his direction, but before you can move your manager drags you the opposite way.

“The show is starting, get to your seat,” You sigh as you let her pull you away. The show goes wonderfully, multiple awards are given out, many performances are being done by countless stars and idols. Then the time comes.

“Please Welcome to the stage, Y/N!” You take a deep breath as the lights go down low and the music starts. The emotions well up in your chest and you force yourself to use them. You’re determined to make this performance one of the best. You walk down the steps gingerly with your dancers behind you, moving to the music like you had for the millionth time. You get to the edge of the stage and then it happens. You see him standing there, nodding along, a smile on his face like he’s the proudest he’s ever been of you. Seunghyun notices you’ve made eye contact and gives you an awkward shy smile. You continue through the song and dance ending with the line,

“Oh, baby, won’t you come to me.” As you stare directly at him in your final pose. His eyes grow wide just for a moment before returning to his proud demeanor. He shouts for you, he’s still your biggest fan. You exit the stage, gasping for air as the anxiety from the moment catches up with you. There’s a brief pause in the show, probably for a commercial break.

“That was the best one yet!” Your manager said ignoring the obvious signs of anxiety. You clutch your chest heaving as you take a sip of water.

“You seen him, didn’t you?” your best friend asks. All you can do is nod. Out of the corner of your eye you see him again, walking with his bandmates. He notices you and, even though he still needs to get ready he breaks away from the stylists and his band members and rushes over to you. He bends down right in front of where you’re sitting on the floor. You can’t do anything but stare at him. He doesn’t say a word, even after all this time he really doesn’t need to. You knew exactly what he was doing.

You took in his image, the neatly fixed hair, tanned looking skin, big dark eyes that you’d loved to get lost in. The concern in them and on his face. He genuinely was worried about you. Once you regained you composure he stood up and hesitantly walked away.

“Are you kidding me?” you shout at him, a sudden rage filling your bones. He stops dead in his tracks as everyone around you puts their eyes on you, you couldn’t care less though. He doesn’t turn to face you, if he did, he didn’t know what he’d do. Wrap you in arms so tight he’d never let you go, kiss you like no one was watching, hold you and walk out of the whole show like you were the only thing in this world that mattered. So he kept his back to you.

“You won’t even say anything,” your voice is weak and it cracks that he won’t face you, face the heartache. He walks back to where he was when he first saw you without a second glance. You bring your bottom lip in between your teeth as you choke back tears.

You dash off to your dressing room, not caring who saw you at this point. You broke down into a pool of tears as the door slammed behind you. It’s been a year, why did this still hurt so much?

Back in the Big Bang dressing room the guys were getting ready to perform. It was silent, no one really sure how to continue a conversation after the display that just occurred.

“You have to make sure she hears the song,” Ji-yong says to your best friend. She knew better than to try and console you right now. You were overwhelmed and having anyone else there would make it worse, so she did the only think she could think of, go to the guys.

“I’ll do my best but she’s really really upset,” Seunghyun stole a glance her way.

“You should try to talk to her,” she offered. Seunghyun was deep in thought.

“After the song,” was all he could manage to say. Your friend ran her hand through her hair out of stress as she sighed.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s goin to happen,” she started as she walked over to your ex’s chair.

“But just know you fucking broke her heart and it’s real shitty of you to sit here and not even speak to her but act like you care,” she was trying to be nice but her tone betrayed her. She didn’t want to hurt him or make him more hesitant to talk to you, but she was sick of you being upset and feeling like you’d gotten over him only to realize you hadn’t.

“If you want to be with her, be with her, screw what anyone else has to say. But if you’re goin to let them,” she puts up air quotes nodding to the fans and media, “decide what’s best for you two, just stay away from her. Let her heal, let her be. Because she can’t keep doing this.” Her tone was harsh but her eyes pleading. Pleading for him to make up his mind, one way or the other. She walks out to try and convince you to come out. Seunghyun decides he knows what he wants, and he's done letting others dictate his actions.

You gently open the door, make up smeared and eyes red.

“You wanna come out now? Maybe go see if you win the award?” You sigh and shrug your shoulders. You fix your makeup and walk back out to your seat.

The announcer comes back out to the stage with the mic to her lips, “Please welcome, Big Bang,” she shouts and the crowd erupts! You take a deep breath as you clap for them.

“This is a newer song called, Flower Road,” your breath catches in your chest. You heard the song when it was released. It was definitely a banger, sad, but still a banger. Throughout the whole performance T.O.P. couldn’t take his eyes off you. During his verse he walks down the steps of the stage and stands in front of you. The spotlight hitting both of you as he raps. He takes your hand in his and holds it like he’s afraid to let you go. Once he finishes the spotlight moves else-where, but he stays put for a moment, studying you. Your hand is limp in his as you can’t believe he was that bold, but at the same time, you could. He wasn’t always vulnerable in front a lot of people, but when he was it meant something.

After the performance the guys run off stage and your category is next.

“And the winner for best new song is,” the drum roll is in effect and hold your breath.

“Home by Y/N,” your name echos through the arena as you freeze.

“GO!” your friend shouts at you and you make you way up to the stage.

“Oh, wow I um, wow.” You giggle into the mic after bowing and receiving the award.

“I um, I want to thank my label for believing in this song, I wanna think my friends who have supported me, and,” you pause as you glance at the award.

“I’d like to thank the man that inspired it. Because now I have one of these,” you giggle. You catch his eye again in the crowd with a sad but also proud smile.

“Thank you so much to the fans for listening and sticking by me. This year has been, insane. But your support has meant the world to me. I love you all, thank you!” With that you walk off the stage and go back to the dressing room. Your staff try to enter with you but you tell them you need a minute. You stare in the mirror at your self and you take a moment to process the events of the night. In the silence of the moment you hear a knock.

“Guys just, give me a minute,” you call out to them.

“I don’t need long,” you hear that familiar deep smooth as butter voice. The one that you used to melt for. The one you still melt for. You glance at him from the mirror as he peaks inside. You draw your bottom lip in between your teeth again.

“I don’t have a lot of time, there’s an after party,” you say trying to dismiss him but he walks in anyway.

“I’ll talk while you change then,”

“Seung,” you try to stop him.

“God, I’ve missed the way you say my name,” he groans. You’re slightly taken aback by his words.

“You stand in the middle of the room as he walks up to you, the close proximity making your heart beat quicker and quicker.

“What do you want?” you can’t bring your self to look at him, rather you look to the side of him.

“Another chance,” he whispers as he takes your chin in between his index finger and thumb.

“I-I,” is all you can say.

“I know its asking a lot,” he admits.

“I really thought I was doing the right thing, baby, I-I thought you were better off without me. Like I was dragging you down, causing your career to fail. You were doing less and less after we went public and I felt like it was all my fault. I thought I did the best I could for you in the long term, but I have to be honest, this has been hell,” a few tears fall from his eyes as he explains himself.

“You fucking broke me,” your voice is weak. You didn’t want to admit it but it was hard.

“Agi,” his voice comes out as a whisper again as he takes in the look on your face. A look of defeat, anger, hurt, desperation.

“I’m so sorry,”

“You know you weren’t the reason I was doing less, right?” You place a hand on his cheek as you search his eyes, they just look defeated.

“I was slowing down, Oppa, it wasn’t because of you, I was telling people no for the first time in my career and it was invigorating, liberating even.” His flash with a kind of relief like he’d been holding a deep dark secret.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I honestly didn’t know it affected you.” You stand there, the silence in the room thick. You glance as his lips and before you can process what’s happening, they come into contact yours, slow and deep, nothing about the kiss is rushed and you can’t help but let yourself melt into his touch. His arms snake around your waist as yours instinctively go around his neck. You hear him groan into the kiss as you start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The way the two of you fit together against one another is perfect. Nothing is out of place and nothing is out of sync.

“I’m sorry,” he says against your lips, but you don’t let him break away.

“I know,” you mumble as you try to pull him impossibly closer. The only reason you part is because you need air. You rest your foreheads together both of you chests heaving.

“God I miss you,” he whispers as he pulls you into him and rests hid head on top of yours.

“I’ve missed you too,” you say as you shut your eyes clinging to him. You could stay like that forever. And if the world would allow, you would, but as fate would have it, the door busts open the two of you look at it without separating.

“WE WON ALBUM OF THE YEAR!” Ji-yong shouts. You laugh at his excitement. The guys take in your embrace and smiles and then start shouting for another reason.

“Finally!” Taeyang says as he comes over to the both of you.

“It’s about time you love birds got back together!” You can’t help but let out another giggle as look up at the man you love.

“Congratulations, guys! You really earned it.” They each return a thank you and you look up at your boyfriend again.

“Congratulations, Oppa,” you stand on your tip toes to give him a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, but I won the minute I got you back,” he smiles and returns your kiss passionately.