#youngbae fanfiction

[vamp-doll-diva]

Dream Girl - a K-Pop Fanfic

Title: Dream Girl

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Kwon Jiyong aka G-Dragon/OC(Jung Ara), Taeyang aka Dong Youngbae/Min Hyorin, Gahyeon, JiU, SuA, Handong

Rating: M (For future chapters)

Category: Romance

Jung Ara is the leader of K-Pop girl group Dreamcatcher. Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon is the leader of K-Pop legends Big Bang. Ara has always had a crush on Jiyong, but she didn't know if he even knew he existed. Well, he did, and he actually was a fan of hers and liked her too. When Dreamcatcher get their first music show win, Jiyong is waiting for his moment. He takes it and sends a confession of his feelings. They find out they both have feelings for each other, learn things they know about each other or didn't know, and a new relationship begins. How will they handle their new relationship? Will they go public? Will there be a dating scandal? Only time will tell.... 

Chapter 1 @ AO3

[sindrafalcone]

Answered Prayers

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Youngbae x reader

Synopsis: Bad jokes with Youngbae

Warnings: Holiday fluff

Author’s Note: And, so... the second name out of the hat was Youngbae. :) I think I’ll dedicate this one to @talonblack... because she “gets it”. <3

Reminder  that there will be one drabble posted each Saturday until Dec. 29. It’ll be in random order, since I’m pulling them from a hat again. lol It’s  fun that way! Also, there will be reposts of last years Christmas Drabbles every Wednesday.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own the gifs used.

Masterlist

Youngbae stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him with a foot & brushed the snow from his hair and shoulders with his one free hand. The weather had noticeably declined on the way home and he felt thankful to have gotten out of the YG building when he did. He hadn't even wanted to go in today. After all, it was Christmas Eve... he'd rather have spent the day helping you cook and watching cheesy Christmas movies cuddled on the couch together. But, when the leader had called in one of his perfectionist moods, Youngbae didn't have much of a choice.

He tried not to think about it, after all it was a normal part of his idol lifestyle. But now he was home and he had the rest of the evening to relax with his wife & hopefully even watch a couple of movies with you before you both collapsed into bed together.

He slipped off his coat, being careful not to upend the huge bag of takeaway he'd brought home with him. He hung it on the coat rack beside the door and slid out of his shoes, choosing to just stay in his sock feet for now. The warmth of the house was a huge difference compared to the frigid cold outside and it was already helping him to unwind. But Youngbae knew that there was only one thing that would help him completely shake off his long day... and that was spending some time with the love of his life.  

You weren't in the living room when he walked in and he couldn't hear any sounds coming from anywhere else in the apartment. Youngbae called your name, but there was no answer. He strolled through the living room and headed toward the kitchen, thinking that you might still be in there cooking.

The light was on, but you weren't in there either.

There were cookies and various other baked goodies in festive containers on the kitchen table. The last batch was still spread out all over the counter, left to cool. You had started early this morning before he'd even left, but Youngbae had been hoping to be home early enough to help you out at least a little bit.

He headed for the bedroom next, it was the only other place he could think of that you could possibly be. It was either that or the bathroom at this point.

"________-ah?" he called again, pushing open the door. He kept his voice soft and quiet this time, just in case you were napping.

A feeling of relief flooded him as he caught sight of you sitting there on the bed, messy hair pulled up away from your face and your body wrapped up in one of his many big hoodies. Once he got a closer look though, something about you seemed to be... off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew instinctively that something wasn’t right.

Youngbae carefully set down the sack of takeaway that contained dinner on the dresser, feeling guilty about having been away for most of the day & leaving you to do most of the Christmas preparations by yourself.

“________-ah? Um, I’m sorry this isn’t exactly the Christmas Eve that we had planned.” he said anxiously, walking closer to where you sat on the bed.

“It’s all right.” you replied, sounding as if you were on auto-pilot.

You were sitting cross-legged, with your back up against the headboard, deathly still. You hadn't even looked up when Youngbae called your name & opened the door... you just stared blankly at the duvet that covered the bed, your expression one of vacant shock. He noticed that your eyes looked puffy, as if you'd been crying.

Youngbae said your name again as he sat down on the bed across from you, but you still didn't look up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked, tracing a gentle finger down one tear-stained cheek. "Come on, ______-ah..." he took your face in both of his hands and lifted your head so he could see your eyes clearly. "You're scaring me."

Finally you blinked rapidly and shook your head as if snapping out of a trance and actually looked at him. "Youngbae..." you said, voice sounding shaky.

"What happened, yeobo? Are you sick?" one of his hands felt your forehead to see if you were feverish while the other grasped at your tightly clenched fists.

You tried to smile so you could reassure him, but your bottom lip quivered as if you were going to start crying again. "No... I’m not sick. I'm fine. I... "

You suddenly stopped talking and that unnerved your husband.

"You what? What happened?" his voice pitched an octave higher in slight panic.

You still didn't say anything and it looked like you were having a difficult time trying to think of the right words to explain. But before Youngbae could say anything else, you picked something up off the bed and placed a small, light object into his hand.

Youngbae looked down, trying to see what it was that you had given him. He focused intensely on the little plastic stick in his palm, his eyebrows creased adorably in concentration.

"The plus sign means it's positive, Youngbae. We finally..."

He absently realized that your voice sounded like you were getting choked up again, but he couldn't stop staring at the little blue plus sign on the pregnancy test. For over two years, it had wrecked you both emotionally when the only result you’d gotten was a single, lonely line. Negative... over and over again.

Joy swelled in his chest and vaguely he noticed that tears were spilling from his own eyes and down onto his jeans, making little dark splotches on the light colored denim. The two of you had been trying for so long, praying that you would finally succeed in starting a family, but had been left with nothing but dashed hopes. But not this time... this time it was positive and it felt almost too good to be true.

Youngbae looked back up. You were smiling at him so brightly and he suddenly thought that you'd never looked more beautiful... not even on your wedding day. "Are you really...?" he couldn't even finish the sentence, he was feeling so emotional.

You nodded, a little laugh bubbling out of your mouth. "I took three tests. All of them were positive."

Youngbae launched himself at you, but he kept the test clutched safely in one fist. He had no idea what to say because he hadn’t exactly expected getting news like this today. He wasn't even sure if there was anything that he could say that might get everything he was feeling across without making him sound like a sentimental, lovesick fool.

“_________-ah...” he whispered, his face a mere inches from yours.

“Youngbae...” you replied with a wry smile, sighing when your husband fit his torso in the space above your legs.

He caught your lips in a kiss, earning himself a surprised gasp, but he didn't let up. He kissed you long and hard, a little frantic and just perfect in the intense way that he was so very good at. It was exactly the type of kiss that was able to speak everything he was feeling without using actual words.

You practically melted. Your noises of surprise turned into ones of content as you wrapped your arms around Youngbae's back, tugging him closer. Leaning into the solidness of your husband's muscular frame, you seemed on board with his plan of letting all the words fall away in favor of body language. You swiped your tongue playfully along the inside of his mouth before pulling away to nibble little kisses across his jaw. Youngbae's ears were filled with your slow and steady breaths against the sensitive area behind his ear. He turned his head, making it easy for you to place a lingering kiss there.

“Merry Christmas.” you whispered.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” he grinned, pulling back but still staying close in front of you. He reached out and swiped a thumb over your smiling lips and held up the pregnancy test. “Way to out-gift me, by the way.”

“I actually got you three other things.” you teased. “I can't have you outdoing me every year that we're married!”

“Hey... I helped make this one.” he growled playfully while sliding a palm under the hoodie of his you were wearing and resting it against the non-existent swell of your middle.

The feel of his hand against your skin made sudden realization hit you.

“Oh my gosh... I'm pregnant!” you blurted out in shock, as the authenticity of what was happening settled in for the first time since you'd laid eyes on that third positive test.

“Hello, pregnant...” Youngbae chuckled as he lovingly stroked his thumb across your abdomen. “Nice to meet you. I'm Dad!”

[daesungindistress]

Hi! I'm fan of your stories. I dont know how many times read them. And they are together now. Will you continue Hearts On Fire series?

Hello! Thank you for reading my fics, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them :)

Hearts On Fire... Occasionally readers still approach me about this series, wondering whether I have plans to continue it. In the past I've answered, “I want to,” “I hope to,” etc. At this point though, years have passed since the last installment, and much has changed... my feelings about my old fanfics are not what they used to be. About continuing it, I can’t confidently say yes, yet I'm not ready to say no. The most honest answer I can give you today is: I don’t know.

I only have one more part planned; it involves a bit of a time skip and the series was never exactly real world compliant so despite the hardships of the last few years it can be done, it’s just a matter of me getting back into the mood and recapturing that feeling that drove me to write about the guys romantically in the first place. If I’m going to tell stories about them I need BIGBANG to be together again, active again, interacting again -- at the very least talking again. Hearts On Fire is about ToDae but we haven’t seen TOP and Daesung so much as share a word with each other in literally years. Until that changes, I just don’t have the motivation to imagine them in new situations, much less the energy to put it in writing.

[bobbyseyesmile]

till we meet again

It was a while ago I’ve seen him last…

Silently I sat in the cab and starred at the message my best friend had send me hours ago, thumbs hovering over the letters on the display but I couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“Y/N, he will be discharged today! We arrange a surprise party for him!”

I knew exactly who “he” was, and even if it wasn’t a question Jiyong had asked I could still feel the big ass question mark on my shoulders. Do I wanted to see him? Do I wanted to see the others? Was it a good idea to move?

Questions over questions and I couldn’t even answer one for myself. I typed a fast “OK” and a thumbs-up Emoji before I pressed the Send button. It wasn’t much, in fact it was insultingly sparse but I didn’t know what else to write.

Even though I needed the whole day for my short message I got the response within a few seconds.

“What should I tell him?”

Oh, nice. Freshly baked reproaches right out of the oven… Of course, Jiyong didn’t mean it like that, but still, I could read the obvious undertone in his message.

“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care, it wasn’t my decision-“ I pressed the Delete button and started again “On my way. But I’ll only stay 10 minutes.”

Now I got a smiley and thumbs-up from him. The exact opposite from how I felt right now…

The cab stopped a few minutes later and I had to take a deep breath before I was brave enough to leave the warmth and safety of the car. The villa seemed to taunt me by towering into the sky while I felt like an ant. A baby ant. Hundreds of times I was here. I knew the house from the bottom to the roof like it was my own. Countless times I shared kisses and sweet nothings with my former lover. But now it was gone.

My fingertip hovered over the bell and for a short moment I thought about leaving. I mean, nobody knew I was already here, right? But before I could finish the thought in my head, the door snapped open and I starred in two brown eyes.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Youngbae’s voice sounded surprised but pleased at the same time.

“Hi.” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. “Jiyong messaged me.”

“I see. Well, it’s nice to see and have you here! The others will be glad too, to finally meet you again- I just forgot something in my car, be right back.” And with that he was gone and I stood alone in the entrance hall.

Loud music and laughter approached me when I reached the living room and passed through it, but I couldn’t find my best friend just hundreds of strangers who enjoyed expensive wine and cigars.

I sighed and wished to be in my small apartment, snuggled into a thick blanket on my sofa, eating ice cream and watching some K-Drama till I was a crying mess again. Instead I stood there in Louboutin’s and tight pants in a house what barely belonged to my safe places anymore. What was I doing here?

Meanwhile annoyed I grabbed my phone and texted Jiyong that I was here but I couldn’t find him.

“Roof terrace” was all I got back two minutes later and so I decided to take the lift considering my choice of shoes.   On the top floor I was greeted by less few people, probably because it was Jiyong’s private VIP section for other celebrities or just woman he wanted to nail.

“Jiyong?”  I called his name and a few girls in too small bikinis turned their heads in my direction and then started to whisper when I passed them. I ignored them, already knowing what they were saying.

“Is that her?” another, not so discreet, voice asked and I turned around, suddenly full of confidence.

“She is. And she wants to know where Jiyong is.”

“I’m here ma petite.”

I smiled because of the nick name and turned around to face Jiyong who looked like always: A big ass smile on his lips trying to hide the tires and exhausted expression on his beautiful face. I bet he hadn’t slept in days again…

“Hey” I said and responded his bear hug while his face was buried in my neck and hair- as always.

“I’m so glad that you came, you know, when you didn’t read my text for hours I was sure you wouldn’t respond to it and just ignore me.”

“Well, that was the plan at first” I admitted and coughed slightly while he bursted out laughing “But then I thought that it would be a bit rude and now I’m here. But not for long.”

He snorted and nodded towards the bar “Do you want to see him?”

My brain immediately screamed NO WAY! but my heart started to ache in a painfully delicious way.

“Sure” I answered, “That’s why I’m here.”

Seunghyun looked like always- and that was what caught me off guards. In my day dreams he was fat and full of pimples, which was completely excessive, he came from his military service, but it made things easier for me if I imagined him this way.

But now that I saw him for the first time in 18 months, it felt like a huge slap in the face. He was big and even more muscular now, although he slimmed down a bit, but not much. His pitch-black hair was perfectly styled and the dark suit fitted him like it was made to be on his body. I starred at the Rolex on his wrist which I gave him many moons ago and my heart began to throb- he still had it?

He was a gentleman with his whole being. He was Choi Seunghyun.

However, I felt like I never lost those 20 pounds and that my stylish long bob haircut was replaced by my old and boring hairdo. I could even feel the braces on my teeth again although I didn’t have them since high school. Dammit. I quickly turned around and nearly ran towards the lift to bolt off really fast. It was a mistake to come here…

“Y/N.”

I closed my eyes and muttered a quiet “Fuck” before I turned around to face my biggest weakness. It was only one word he spoke, but the deep voice cut deep inside me and I started to tremble.

“Seunghyun.” I spoke and wished I had the same dominance in my voice like he did. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so I just put a hand on my hip and hoped to compensate my nervousness with this small gesture.

His look wandered from my shoes over my body and to my eyes where he finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“You look ravishing.”

I gulped. Only Choi Seunghyun could break your heart in one minute and in the other one he would give you an honest compliment.

“Thank you.” I said and followed his look, but kept the compliments for myself. He noticed it because his smile widened, a small nod and a delightful slug of his wine. Everything he did looked so easy and smooth.

I grabbed a glass for myself when a waiter repassed us and for the first time in eternity I received an astonished look from the handsome man in front of me.

“You don’t drink.” A statement, not a question and it annoyed me to the guts. Instead of an answer I just gulped it down at once and gave it back to the startled waiter from who I grabbed another glass.

“Wrong, Seunghyun. The old me didn’t drink, the new me doesn’t care what you think.”

Ouch. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. He smiled ruefully.

“I want to apologize.” He whispered, “I sure didn’t want to offend you in any way.”

“No… only merely breaking my heart and then leaving for your national duty.”

I just noticed the silence and the looks when it was already too late. I really said it. Everyone starred at us, I could even see Jiyong’s expression although he was on the other side of the terrace.

“Y/N, I-“ Seunghyun started but I cut him off and pushed my wine glass in his hand.

“Forget it. It was a mistake to show up.”

I made my way through the overcrowded house and ran outside to finally breathe again. The air was cool and oddly comfortable, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop, only then I would call a cab. After a few minutes I already felt better and even the watering of my eyes stopped. Stupid, stupid me… I scolded myself. Why did you drink? You have a low tolerance for alcohol, why would you even drink it in one go then?

“Can I give you a ride home?”

I flinched at the sudden voice and the car next to me. I completely forgot that Seunghyun drove a silent electro car.

“No, thanks.”

“You know, if necessary I escort you like this, me driving next to you till you’re home.”

“Dammit Seunghyun!” I suddenly yelled, “Why does it always have to be your way? I’m an adult and I can handle myself!”

My arms gestured wildly while the car slowly rolled by my side.

“I can make my own decision, thank you very much. Also, I know exactly what’s good for me and surprise, surpsise, it’s not you!”

“You will ruin your Louboutin’s.”

I sighed, took my shoes off and continued walking. I could hear him quietly laughing before he stopped the car and suddenly stood in front of me.

“Y/N, to be very honest I would really like to order you to get in the car right now, but you’re not the only one who changed in the last months… So, I ask you to get in so I can bring you home safely.”

We remained silent for a few moments before I gave him a small nod. Fine. It was just a 20 minute drive anyway. We didn’t talk the whole ride, there was only some quiet classic music coming from the radio. Probably Beethoven.

“Thank you.” I said when he stopped in front of my old building. To be honest, I moved out of it weeks after he went to the military, but in fact, I didn’t tell him. I don’t know why but I just didn’t want him to know where I lived now- it was my safe place. I would just call a cab from here.

“It was really nice seeing you again.” He muttered and his cologne hit my nose. I didn’t dare to look but I bet he came closer, probably to open the door for me. I nearly jumped out of it- suddenly it got too small in there.

I watched him drive away and waited a few minutes before I dialed the number for the taxi company. He’s gone, Y/N. Finally.

It felt good to came home- even the buzzing from the elevator in my apartment building felt familiar and trusting. This was my home, my comfort zone where I felt safe. I opened the door and undressed myself, letting the clothes hit the ground. When I turned to the bathroom something felt different… but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Did I lock the door?

A soft purr jogged my memory: Snowball didn’t welcome me home at the door. This was odd, he always did it. But now I could hear him purr and it came from the living room. Did a cat purr when it was all by himself?

Before I rethought it, I grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed along the corridor. There’s someone in my apartment, I thought when I figured a dark silhouette sitting on the sofa. I shivered when I reached for the light switch, not even realizing that I was almost naked and trying to fight a possible intruder. Maybe he would blush to death.

The light blinded me for only one second before I screamed and the vase crashed on the floor beneath me. Seunghyun on the other hand just sat there while he calmly caressed the belly of my cat. Traitor.

“WHAT THE-“ I screamed, “SEUNGHYUN?!”

“Y/N, calm down, it’s just me.” He reassured me, but oh boy, it didn’t help at all. “You could have told me your new address.”

“You…you…” I started but my mind couldn’t come up with a good insult “You didn’t ask.”

“I wanted to know if you would tell me by yourself.”

“How do you even know this address and how the fuck did you get in here?!”

“Well… to answer your first question, you posted a pic on your Instagram showing your new view, so I figured you moved. Nice neighborhood by the way, very clean and quiet.” He nodded like he would talk to himself “A friend of mine lived in this area a while back, so I know it well. And also, it wasn’t that hard to ask for your name at the front desk.”

His words left me completely bewildered, unable to say something in return.

“And to the second question, you still hide your keys under the artificial plants at your door.”

[topinot-noir]

Overprotective Seunghyun

[incorrect-fandom-quotes-posts]

Ghost

G-Dragon×OC (Tami)

Fantasy, Sad, Drugs, Suicide, Ghosts

Summary: 

Tami died at her first party. Since that day she's looking for revenge on the people who did this to her. 

In her search for revenge she meets the idol Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon.

This is my first fan fiction on Tumblr. I also learn English as please don't be angry if the grammar isn't right, or if there are spelling mistakes.

...

G-Dragon

I looked at my friends, today would be the last day I see them. I could just prevent tears from running down my cheek. 

Don't cry! You want that! 

I have been in this industry since my childhood, in the music industry. 

I wanted that. Nobody forced me to, I wanted to be a singer because I enjoyed it. But by now it's hardly any fun. I have been active in the industry for 10 years. Since 10 years there is only the music in my life. To be an idol means to be alone. Sure, in a band you have your members. And I love my members. They were the best. They were my family. 

You also had the fans. They screamed your name a thousand times when you were on stage. That made me smile every time. At that moment you were happy. But when you leave the stage and go home you are alone.

"Then everything would be settled, Jiyong's solo tour starts at the end of the year. Before Seunghyun has to do military service, you all perform together again," Papa YG said. We all nodded. 

"Oh yes Jiyong, if you had time tomorrow, could you look again at the music of the new girl group, which will have its debut soon? Something is missing," said YG as I was walking. I nodded again and turned to him. "But sure, I can do that."

Tomorrow I am gone, forever. 

"Thank you, Teddy will also be in the studio tomorrow. You can do it together."

Before I entered my car in the underground garage, I hugged everyone one last time. The guys looked at me strangely and asked if everything was okay when I said goodbye to them. I just said it was all okay. But there was nothing okay. I didn't want to live anymore. 

The whole car ride I cried. It was hard to concentrate on the road.

...

I'm sorry.

I can't take it anymore. I can't live like this anymore. Everything is too much. I am alone. None of you has done anything wrong. I love you all. But I want and have to go. I had great 10 years in the music business. I had lived my dream. I thank everyone for their support, but I can't do any more. 

I can't stand the pressure of being an idol anymore. People expect too much from me. 

I should do things I can't do at all. I had the best family that always supported me. I had the best friends that were always there for me when I had the stupidest ideas. I had the best work colleagues in the world. I had the most loyal fans to support me when I had another scandal. 

You were all there for me. But in the end I was alone. 

I love you. 

Kwon Jiyong.

I posted this letter at 0am on Instagram and sent it not a minute later to my family and band members. 

There were immediate comments on Instagram. "What are you doing?" "Do you want to kill yourself?" "Is that a suicide note?" "Please don't do that." "We all love you. Don't kill yourself." 

Tears ran down my face. 

I trembled and picked up the tablets I had taken. Two cans of strong painkillers should do the trick.  My heart should stop beating. I won't be any more soon. I looked one last time at my mobile phone. 

"Bro don't do that. I already called the police. They should be right there. Don't do that. Please." I was crying as I heard the news from Youngbae. But he couldn't prevent it anymore. I poured the two full cans of tablets into my mouth. 

Less than 30 seconds later I got dizzy and I overturned. I heard my front door kick open as I closed my eyes forever.

...

Was I dead now? 

I heard noises. Steps. Someone is crying. Someone sobbing. To apologize to someone. I opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a hospital room. You could see that immediately. In this room were my parents, my sister, my boys and YG personally. Papa YG just apologized to my parents. I needed something to process the scene. "I should have noticed something. I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Kwon. If we hadn't asked so much of him, Jiyong would still be alive," Yang said. The boys looked sadly to the ground. "We should all have noticed something. He was so funny last night," Daesung said. TOP just nodded. 

At this scene my heart jumped into a thousand pieces. "I am here! People I am here! I'm alive", I shouted. Only nobody noticed me. I decided to stand up and take my mum in my arms. But when I looked up and at the bed I was sitting on, I breathed a sigh of relief. On the bed I lay. My eyes were closed, I was totally pale. I looked around scared. What was going on here?!

Someone knocked on the door of the room we were in. "Sorry, but we have to take him with us. The funeral home wants to prepare him. You can stay here for now. Don't hurry," a man in a white coat looked through the round. He sounded calm and understanding. My mum nodded.

What had I done?

[thelastdada]

Something About Us.

"It might not be the right time I might not be the right one But there's something about us I want to say Cause there's something between us anyway".

Something About Us - Daft Punk.

Antes de leer:

La historia esta hecha para entretener, todo es enteramente ficción y cualquier parecido con la realidad es mera coincidencia.

Contiene referencias a otros shipps y a otros artistas.

El gtop (G-Dragon x T.O.P) es la main couple.

La historia no es únicamente gtop, hay interacciones (románticas) de parte de ambos con otras personas. Es posible saltar estas partes, sin embargo, puede afectar un poco la intención de la historia.

Repito, a pesar de ello, la main couple sigue siendo gtop.

Actualizaciones una vez al mes.

Aclarado esto, puedes disfrutar de la historia.

[man-womanfromvenus]

Nora is here again

I might post again here more often. Too many Nora and BB stories in my archive that almost abandoned haha

[topbap]

BIGBANG REACTION: You Being Kidnapped - Mafia AU

Anon Requested:

A/N: this is trash tbh, but thanks for requesting, this was interesting to write xo

G-DRAGON:

He'd be furious and probably so worried about you that he'd be screaming at everyone. He would make everyone search high and low for you and make sure they didn't come back to him unless they had anything useful to tell him, he'd stay hopeful that you could take care of yourself enough to be able to deal with what was happening, but regardless he'd feel sick from worrying about you so much. He would do anything they wanted him to do as long as it meant getting you back alive and in one piece, he would demand to speak to you and he would continually reassure you that he was coming for you. He would be ready to fight at all costs if that's what it came too, he would be absolutely ruthless just to get you back to him.

T.O.P:

He would be stressed beyond belief but he wouldn't allow it to show because then everyone would know that he was vulnerable in that state, instead he would remain calm and know that you would be okay, he trained you to look after yourself if it ever came down to that. He would most likely be the scariest from his unpredictability, he would quite literally laugh in the face of the kidnappers and he would work his way around their minds to do as he wanted. His stomach would constantly be turning and his heart would feel heavy because of the situation you were in and he would do nothing but pray silently to himself that you would be okay and unharmed.

TAEYANG:

Just like everyone else, he would be pretty angry but he'd feel more fear than anything else, he wouldn't be able to bare the thought of anything bad happening to you. He'd hate the idea that he was most likely the one that ended up getting you into that situation and that they were using you as leverage against him. He'd most likely be so caught up in worrying about your safety, he wouldn't even think of a plan but instead just say that he needed to get you back, no matter the cost, he'd definitely go charging in first without a second thought. He would end up feeling 100% responsible and probably want to keep away from you, even though that hurt him, but he wouldn't be able to cope if anything like that happened again. Even if he said that you should stay away, he'd most likely end up having you guarded or watched 24/7 so he knew you were always safe and away from any harm.

DAESUNG:

He would remain somewhat calm around everyone, just as T.O.P, but when he was alone he'd most likely break down in tears for a little while. It wouldn't take him long to get a grip of himself and begin working on a plan to get you back, he would most likely be the one that would think of a thousand different ways for it work because he couldn't bare the thought of anything happening to you. He would offer himself in exchange for you as he'd believe you're worth him sacrificing himself for. His heart would break as he would feel like it was his fault that any of this happened to you in the first place, he'd ask to speak to you and make sure you knew that he was coming for you and that he'd never leave you. He would most certainly cause mayhem when it came to getting you back and he'd never have been as angry, he wouldn't let you out of his sight by yourself for sometime for sure.

SEUNGRI:

He'd go to where you were immediately without any hesitation, he wouldn't have a plan at all but that would be the last thing on his mind, he'd be unbelievably upset that he allowed something like this to happen and he wouldn't even be able to think clearly. He would fight anyone that got in his way and he'd almost be blinded from rage but he'd make sure he was careful enough so no harm came to you in any way. He would probably beat the living shit out of the ones that kidnapped / hurt you, and let them know how much they had pissed him off, he would make sure to send the message far and wide so everyone knew that if they ever even looked at you, he would kill them.

[50shadesof707]

i’m a newish vip and i’m in need of some bigbang gang/mafia fics, oneshots, art, or something. it would be great if someone could recommend some? thank you~

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

FETUSES!!

[vamp-doll-diva]

The True Saviors - a Walking Dead fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) , Kang Daesung (Daesung/D-Lite), Dong Youngbae (Taeyang/Sol) , Choi Seunghyun (TOP), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 3 @ fanfiction.net

[sindrafalcone]

Christmas Drabble #4

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Dong Youngbae x reader

Synopsis: Christmas Lullaby with Youngbae

Warnings: Holiday fluff

Author’s Note: This drabble is dedicated to my 6 month old grand-niece... the littlest Youngbae fan. <3 Reminder that there will be one drabble posted each Friday until Dec. 30. It’ll be in random order, since I’m pulling them from a hat again.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own the gifs used.

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You shuffled tiredly into your house, following your husband & shutting the door quietly behind you. Stifling a yawn, you slipped off your shoes as Youngbae did the same before turning around to face you.

“I'm going to get her ready for bed.” he said, gently lifting the bundled up baby in his arms & leaning over to kiss your cheek lovingly.

“Okay.” you smiled at his thoughtfulness.

You watched him make his way down the hall to your daughters room & then went into the living room to finish some last minute present wrapping. Sitting down on the floor, you pulled the wrapping paper and scissors to you and began working. As you carefully cut the paper to fit the gift you began hearing sounds coming from the baby monitor in the corner... Youngbae was talking to the baby as he got her ready for bed.

The two of you had only been parents for about six months now, but you couldn't have asked for a better father for your child. Despite his hectic schedule, Youngbae seemed to be there whenever you need him & his daughter adored her Daddy.

You yawned again, a huge one this time, as you began wrapping the paper around the box and carefully folding the paper to tape it into place. Midnight Christmas mass had been beautiful & you were grateful to get to share it with your little family, but you were really tired. Now that you were sitting still, you felt like just laying your head down and going to sleep.

Suddenly, you heard something else from the baby monitor... the soothing sound of Youngbae's voice.

Silent Night Holy Night All is calm All is bright …

You grinned, placing the last piece of tape on the present in front of you. Apparently your husband felt the need to sing his daughter to sleep tonight. Truthfully, he sang her a lullaby almost every night he was home. She was a lucky little girl.

You stretched out to get the bag of bows that was on the other side of the floor, you had to finish this gift. In doing so, your head somehow managed to land on one of the sofa cushions. You gave a heavy sigh. It felt so good to lay your head down like this.

'Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a few seconds.' you thought.

The next thing you knew, Youngbae was shaking your shoulder gently. “Come on, yeobo. Wake up.”

You jolted awake, looking confused for a second until your bleary vision cleared & you could make out your husbands smiling face in front of you. “Wha....?”

“I was trying to put the baby to sleep...” he chuckled. “Not you.”

You laughed as he helped pull you up off the floor & into his arms. “Yes, well... you know that I can't resist your voice.”

“I know.” he kissed you softly. “And it better stay that way. Merry Christmas, darling.”

[gaiyofanfiction]

BigBang Reaction!

A/N: This is made for an Anon requestor. Whoever you are, I just want to apologize for writing this so, so, sooooo late! Please forgive us and I hope you enjoy it. Yōsei will be posting your Got7 Reaction! 

~ Gaishō

Scenario: Finally you scored a date with your crush! But, oh god… You’re a nervous wreck! Will the date end up going the way you thought it would?

T.O.P:

You just made it to the bar he told you he would meet you at. “Oh god I’m so nervous… I think I’m going to puke!” You pat down your skinny red dress and head into the bar. Grabbing your clutch tight you look around trying to find him. “Y/N, right here,” he gives a little wave and smiles. “Ah! Seunghyun!” just before you get to the bar stool you trip over yourself and nearly tumble over before he gracefully catches you. “Excited to see me huh?” He says playfully. You swear your cheeks turned as red as your dress. He immediately asks the bartender to make you a mixed drink and you two start breaking the ice.

“I’m… Not usually so clumsy. I’m so sorry!” You say as you fiddle with the little black straw. He suddenly tucks the hair behind your ear and looks straight into your eyes, “you’re talking to a jokester. It’s okay. Besides, you’re very cute and you look beautiful… As always.” Could your face get any more red? He picks the cherry off your drink and puts it next to your face, “I think you’re redder than this cherry!” He giggles as you try to hide your face in embarrassment. 

The night went incredibly well. You were so surprised that your nerves didn’t show through as much as they would. However, you were a bit tipsy already and was starting to walk a bee line down the street to his car. “Woah there, hun. Come here.” He wraps his long arm around you and lets the side of your face sit on his upper chest. Arriving to the car you become a little saddened the night was over. Suddenly, he lifts your chin up with his index finger and tries to plant a kiss on you. 

*Bonk!* “Oh my god! I am so sorry! I can’t believe I just hit your nose with my big forehead!” So embarrassed you almost start to cry. He shakes it off and laughs. “If you didn’t want to kiss me just say so!” He says so seriously, but apparently he was being sarcastic. But because you’re unable to read him you start to freak out. He grabs your face and passionately kisses you. “Don’t be so harsh on yourself,” he boops your nose and drives you home. At that point you weren’t sure if your face was red from the alcohol or from being kissed.

Taeyang:

“Uh, one large popcorn and two drinks, please,” Youngbae asks the cashier as you both stand in line very awkwardly. He’s a very sweet guy… But, he’s too damn quiet! You really want to break the ice, but can’t figure out the right words or actions to do so. 

He quietly pays the cashier and attempts to hold everything. You see him struggle and it was quite cute. “Oppa, let me help,” you try to grab the drink and instead your hand covers his hand that’s holding the drink. He blushes and looks away making you giggle. “Ah, thanks. I probably would have dropped it all.”

You look at the tickets and read ‘theater 12′. Upon arrival you see that there were a lot of scattered seats to choose from, when you look at him he nervously says, “it’s ladies choice.” You smile and lead him to some middle seats. Finally settled in you both again face the awkward vibe. 

Noticing his iPod sticking out of his pocket you thought to use it as an icebreaker. “I have always admired your passion for music. I-I even downloaded all your songs.” His face turns bright red. He asks, “E-even my latest album?” You had to stop and think for a second. “Well, to be honest I only heard a few songs… Care to share?” 

He pulls out his iPod and hands you one earbud to put in your ear while the other is in his. “This one is called ‘Tonight’…” The music plays and you really enjoy it. Your heart starts to beat faster when you hear the lyrics. You look to him with innocent eyes, “Wow, I really like it! I can really hear the passion in your voice!” His smile starts to grow, “hehe, well I’m glad you like it… Because it’s about you.”

You start to freak out. “M-m-me!? Oh my god!” He looks to you and smiles his beautiful smile. He sings a part of the lyrics to you, “tonight, I wanna hold you in my arms. Tonight, tonight,” he kisses your cheek and holds you tight. Both of you blushing and hearts racing as the lights start to dim signaling the movie is about to start.

G-Dragon:

Fans flood the parking lot of the theater. You look down at your VIP backstage ticket that Jiyong gave to you, but you sigh. “I was hoping for something a little more intimate… There’s so many people here. But, I do want to show him I support him.” You become a little more hopeful as the line starts moving. You finally face one of the security guard’s and they look at your ticket, “you didn’t have to wait in that line! You’re VIP! Please, follow my associate and they will escort you to see him.” 

You were a little embarrassed and you notice the other girls in line growl at you, but you kept moving. You’re finally backstage and there are people zooming to and from that you didn’t know where to stand or even go. Feeling anxious, you were just about to leave, until… “Y/N! You made it!” 

Turning around you see this gorgeous man that had on some very loud clothing. “Ah! Jiyong, I’m so happy to see you!” You smile his way. He grabs both of your hands and kisses them. “I’m so sorry that our first date is you watching me sing all night… But, it means the world to me that you’re here. I promise to make this night special.”

Nodding your head, you let him go onto stage. The crowd is almost deafening. You watch from behind the curtain how flawlessly he sings and moves across the stage. However, while this is all nice…You wish you had some more time with him. ‘Maybe I should just go…’

As you were just about to exit, you hear loudly, “Y/N-ah, come out here! I want to show you off!” You stop dead in your tracks. All the girls in the theater are screaming at the top of their lungs. ‘D-did he just…N-no…’ You turn around and see Jiyoung with his angelic face trying to lure you out. ‘Sigh, he’s lucky he’s so beautiful.’ You slowly peak yourself out onto the stage. But, your heart wants to jump out of your chest at the sight of all the people.

You whisper to him, “what are you doing!?” He gives you a gummy smile, “today was our first date, and I messed up. This girl deserves more than that. She deserves a real date; a one-on-one. Y/N, will you forgive me?” He gets on his knees and your face is bright red.

He starts to beg with such innocent eyes. You nod and smile. “Maybe, if you sing me a song… I’ll forgive you.” He giggles. “This is for Y/N, and everyone else who’s madly in love!” You felt like you were a Queen for the day as he serenaded you in front of a massive crowd. Girls all around you jealous of the one and only Jiyong singing for you. 

Daesung:

“S-so, where we going tonight?” You look to him and ask. He excitedly replies, “I wanted to take you to my favorite sushi place!” He skips around happily. His demeanor makes you a little more comfortable with the situation. ‘Tonight should be fun! You got this.’

The walk was a little farther than you thought it would be and your sweater isn’t keeping you warm enough. As you start to shiver your teeth immediately were chattering. “Oh hun! You’re shivering. Here! Take my jacket.” As you smiled from his sweet gesture you notice that he’s pumping his chest with a goofy face. You couldn’t help but fall to a squat and start laughing. 

“Whhhhaaaatt!? Am I not sexy?” He puckers up his lips. ‘Oh lord, this boy is trying to kill me!’ Your cheeks get pretty rosy, “N-no! I mean, you’re very sexy. You’re just so goofy I can’t stop laughing!” He smiles so big you can tell he’s proud to have been able to make you laugh so hard.

He opens the door for you and pulls out your chair. “I’m really lucky to be here with you.” You smile from across the table. “No, I’m the lucky one. I like how you’re a real catch…” he wiggles his eyebrows up and down. “You’re raw and I like that about you,” then he winks. You laugh so much your cheeks start to hurt. “You’re really punny, you know that?” 

‘I was so nervous, but there’s no reason to be. He’s so goofy and care-free. I can finally feel at ease.’ You both take turns feeding each other pieces of sushi. The night was almost over and you feel a little sad. He can tell your vibe changed. “Heeeey, don’t be sad. This is just the start of many dates to come… Better get used to this face!” He plays with his cheeks and gives you a big smile. Your heart felt warm from his love.  

Seungri:

The two of you are walking through the Botanic Gardens looking around at the different flowers and miniature waterfalls. “Wow! It’s gorgeous out today!” You skip with joy, but stop and realize this is your first date with him and don’t want to make yourself look like a fool. You slowly look over your shoulder and see that he’s smiling and giggling at you, “you’re adorable.”

Trying to catch up to you, he motions to hold hands and you both continue along the trail admiring the view. You both come up to a trail that lead to a secret entrance, but it was over water and the rocks looked pretty slippery. “Watch and learn,” he says with so much confidence. With a running start he was swiftly jumping onto each rock without hesitation, but eventually slipped on one and fell right into the water, and not very gracefully. 

You burst out laughing, but he gets out flustered. “It’s really not that funny.” Suddenly the mood was serious. “I-I I’m sorry! I thought you were just-” He walks on as he tries to shake off the water. You slouch a little in disappoint. ‘It’s too early for me to blow this.’ 

It was silent for a bit of the walk. Your heart sinks more and more as you both continue this awkward silence. You stop. “Seunghyun! Please. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I thought you were playing around. I should have cared more for your wellbeing. Forgive me.” You bowed. 

Slowly he starts to smile. “You’re sweet. I was just trying to impress you is all and I got embarrassed. I always came last being the youngest. I just… I didn’t want to mess this up. You’re a good thing in my life.”

You got excited, “ME TOO! I was so nervous when you asked me out, and now we’re here, and and-” He’s smiling and laughing. He turns to you and his hand caresses your cheek, “I’m just happy you’re here with me. Knowing you treat me like #1 makes me feel important.” You both lean in for a sweet kiss in front of the waterfall. It was like a scene from a romantic movie. 

[bobbyseyesmile]

Blood Money

Ever felt fear? No, no, not  the fear of a little spider or the fear of a bad grade. The real fear who’s creeping inside your body like a cold and damp feeling... You never experienced it? Well, neither did Allison. She had everything and more and it had really big advantages to be the daughter of a big Mafia boss, but the disadvantages were much bigger... 

GENRE: Angst, slight Horror 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence and later on much Smut   

                                                       Chapter 1

After three long days without sleep, a shower or a shave, he was still sitting in that goddamn car. Seungri was tired and stroked his, meanwhile stubbly, chin. He was sitting and waiting since three days and observed a Villa, just to find one special person: A 20 year old girl with brown hair and green eyes.

The first 24 hours he spent the time cursing and sulking. He cursed his boss, who ordered him with this babyish task. Seungri didn't understand, why of all the people, he had to fly to L.A. and play babysitter.  For fucks sake, he wasn't a rookie anymore! He was in the mafia since birth, he grew up with the hardest and most brutal surroundings. He knew what he had to do! But however, he also knew his place within the organisation.

His two older brothers stood definitely over him, and when they barked commands, he had to follow them, whether he liked it or not.

As their father died, a few years ago, Jiyong took over the business and since then, he eagle-eyed everything. In usual the oldest son, took over the family business, but Seunghyun, the oldest of the brother-trio, relinquished the lead and passed it to Jiyong.

The second oldest, Jiyong, was known as a cold and merciless ruler. He had built himself an impressive reputation amongst the Asian mafia and was even feared by the Russians. The better avoided too much contact... Jiyong's speciality was the slave trade, which was also the biggest source of income for the family.

He hated it if someone beated around the bush, only facts interested him. And besides this, it was commonly known that everyone, who got ordered into his office, only left it with a hole in the head.

Seunghyun was known as a calm and mediative gentleman, who often advised Jiyong and kept a cool head. But he wasn't harmless at all. There were several rumours about him and that he was a sick psychopath who cut out the hearts of his victims, or people who dared to threaten his family, only with a spoon. Whether these rumours were true or not, nobody knew for sure, but it was commonly known that some customers of Seunghyun were never seen again.

He never wanted to be the boss of the whole organisation. He just wanted to pursue his old business: The trade with rare artworks.  

Taeyang wasn't born into the mafia, he was officially considered as dead since he was twelve, because he got, unintentionally, in touch with some affairs of the mafia.

Unofficially, he was the right hand and Jiyong's best friend, completing him perfectly. What Jiyong missed, due his cold-hearted attitude, completed Taeyang through his calm, yet emotional, style. It wasn't unusual that he managed tricky situations and saved Jiyong's ass several times.  But not only did he save his boss's life, no, even important business partners, who had sometimes looked doubtfully at Jiyong, he had saved their head and thus important sources of incomes.

Daesung had nothing left to lose in life, making him a particularly dangerous person. At the age of twelve he saw the corpses os his family, who got brutally slaughtered in a robbery. Since then, it was said, he was a unpredictable killer who was in one especially thing a natural talent: To make people disappear. Forever.

He was the sniper if the team and could swap personalities within a millisecond, making him laugh at a joke in one moment, and in another he had already killed a whole SWAT-Team.

And last but not least, there was Seungri himself. He was the youngest if the family and the five-men team, but at the same time he was Jiyong's favourite weapon.

He was known as a naive and funny little fellow, but the appearance deceived. He spoke seven languages fluently and managed at least five different martial arts.

The secret behind it was, Seungri was neither naive nor nice, and that's what he utilised. The people underestimated him, but had to learn the opposite in a painful way.

And although Seungri was fantastic in his job, Jiyong had sent him to America to kidnap a fucking girl.

He was annoyed, no, he was fucking pissed and sighed deeply. There were hundred others that Jiyong could have send, but no, it had to be Seungri... At first he thought it would be easy cheesy lemon squeezy:  He flews to L.A., takes the girl and would soon be sitting in the plane heading back home.

But now, more than 72 hours and less than five hours of sleep, he realised it was actually difficult difficult lemon difficult...

The problem with the whole thing was that this girl never left the house. Never. Guards stood everywhere, and once in an hours, the guards changed positions and where placed at the big panorama windows on the upper floor. Then they were looking with binoculars for potential intruders.

Just as Seungri tried to think of a plan, his phone rang and he answered without checking the display before.   He should regret it in the next second...

"Yes?" he murmured tiredly into the phone and heard an amused snorting, which he could have recognised everywhere. Jiyong. Damn it! What should he tell him? He couldn't report any progress!

"Seungri..." the soft voice of his brother on the other trunk. "I was not expecting you to take so long..."

"Neither did I." Seungri admitted and stroked his stubbly chin again.

"Then where's the problem?"

"This chick is guarded day and night, no one can enter the house just like that, and most of all she doesn't leave it, she doesn't even look out of the windows! Whose house is that anyway?!"

This was the question he wanted to ask Jiyong for such a long time, but he didn't dare because his brother did not like it when something he instructed was placed beyond question.

"You know the name Elias Marino?"

Seungri thought about it for a moment. Yes, he had heard the name several times before, but couldn't refer to it.

He didn't have to, because Jiyong continued in the context: "Elias Marino is busy in the drug scene in L.A. You know the De Santis, don't you?"

"De Santis? They're the biggest shark in the drug scene here in Los Angeles! They deliver us too!" Seungri raised an eyebrow in astonishment as he slowly understand everything.

"100 points." his older brother replied sarcastically. "Elias Marino is the boss of them and his daughter is Allison Marino, whom you will kidnapp."

The air was pressed from Seungri's chest as all the puzzle pieces where assembled.

He should WHAT?! He should kidnap the daughter of one of the most brutal Mafia bosses here in America? Just like that?!

"J-Jiyong... You know I always follow your orders blindly and trust you, but THIS is sick shit!"

Seungri never had to worry about anything, he grew up in the most powerful and dangerous family of Asia. The people feared the Kwons so much, no one even dared to think of a conspiracy. No one doubted the authority of Jiyong, Seunghyun nor Seungri. No one would ever dare to plan a plot against them, even the Russians knew that and feared Jiyong's sick and relentless revenge.

Jiyong hasn't responded to Seungri's argument. He knew that his little brother would do the job, no matter what. Seungri on the other hand, was about to start the car and back the fuck off very very fast. Never in his life could he kidnap this girl!

The Kwons were powerful, yes, and had very good connections to the Chinese, Japanese and partly good connections to the Russians. But the American one, well this was complicated, to say the least. And a much bigger problem was that the Marinos not only ruled half of America, no, on top of that Elias Marino himself was Italian and his family was one of the most powerful in Italy.

"Seungri, just do what I told you to do and don't think about it. You never doubt my judgement before, did you?"

"No, but now I'm wondering if you still have one at all... Are you drunk or just completely insane?!" Seungri knew that he would regret those words soon enough and would probably get a bloody nose from Jiyong when he returned, but right now he couldn't care kess. He sat on a different continent and would free his mind.

Jiyong sighed once. "Should I send Daesung to do the job?" The voice of the older one sounded dangerously low.

No, that wouldn't be good. Daesung would whip his ass in order of Jiyong and there would be a bloodbath in the Marino Villa.

"No..."

"Good, and now listen: You're a Kwon and shit your pants because of ridiculous Americans? Maybe you're still too young to take over your own branch..."

Seungri knew what Jiyong was talking about. He has asked him for his own branch. Just as Jiyong was responsible for the slave trade and Seunghyun for art, the youngest also wanted his own.  

"All right, all right... I'll be back in Seoul by tomorrow night..." Seungri sighed and then hung up.

He had absolutely no idea how to do it... how he was supposed to kidnap Allison Marino from her fortress. It was probably easier to lure the President out of the White House...

Just as he was about to curse Jiyong again, he saw a pizza deliverer passing by on a bicycle, and an idea came to his mind. Probably the most ridiculous one he ever had, but his options were limited.

Ten minutes later, the little pizza-boy was lying behind a bush and dreamt of pizzas and unicorns, while Seungri dressed himself with the work uniform. The boy would have a mild concussion but he would survive it and that alone was more than generous of Seungri, right? Daesung wouldn't have been so nice to him.

Seungri had never worked in his life before, at least not a job like that, so he had no clue what to do and decided to improvise.  

When he stood in front of the giant iron gate and rang the bell (yes, he rang, he had manners after all), it only took a few seconds before a muscle packed guy opened the gate and eyed the pizza-man.  

"What?" he barked at Seungri who was at least three heads smaller.

"Uh... Hi! I'm here for the pizza!" he stammered and was pretty proud of his acting. Meryl Streep 2.0.

"Finally! What took so long? I thought you Chinese were fast after all."

Asshole. Seungri smiled trough the anger and followed the giant into the house. Well, that was easier than expected. In the kitchen, he set the pizza off the kitchen counter, while the guy looked for his wallet and then at Seungri with an raised brow.

"How much?"

What did a pizza cost normally? He bad no idea.

"10 Dollar, Sir."

"Hmpf..." the gut grumbled and gave him exactly a 10 Dollar bill. "And now leave."

That was Seungri's keyword: He pulled his gun and shot the guy straight into his chest.

"Hmm, was probably not enough tip, asshole."

He gave the gut, who sank to his knees, a bump and he crashed to the ground while Seungri took all his weapons. Just as he wanted to leave the kitchen, he turned around: "And for the record: I'm Korean."

Surprised that no other securities had appeared, who could have heard the shot, he crept through the house and looked around. When he happened to see the clock in the living room, he knew why nobody was there: It was midday. All the people had lunch break. Good for Seungri, bad for Allison Marino.

He ran for minutes trough the huge house, until he finally found the staircase to the upper floors. Allison Marinos room had to be upstairs when the panorama windows where guarded like crazy, there was no other explanation.

Seungri was expecting several securities on the upper floors, but he only met two. Both of them stared at him with wide eyes, as they saw a pizza-boy with a gun.

"Sorry, nothing personal." he muttered and shot them between their eyes, before they could even reach for their guns.

Seungri was fortunately blessed with impressive reflexes that made him not only a fantastic shooter, but also an impossible target to hit. Even in his tiredest state, he could have simply beat Robin Hood.  

Completely unaffected he walked past the two corpses and looked around. There were at least ten doors on this floor, which, for fucks sake, led to the room of this goddamn girl? He could have checked every door, but he was too tired and fucking annoyed, so he changed to plan B and shouted her name. Either he lured more of these Schwarzenegger's, or not, it was a 50/50 chance. He heard a door open, and in fact, two more of these Hulks came out and reached for their guns when they saw Seungri.

Well, he really wanted to do this without a bloodbath, but his patience slowly ran outta stock. He just wanted to grab this girl, put her into his private jet and fly back to Korea.

The guards were perhaps about 6 ft. tall and 100 kg heavy, but they had reflexes like a snowman. It was easy to eliminate them.

Too easy... thought Seungri to himself and went straight to the room from which the muscle pigs came out.  To his surprise, there were no other snowmen, but a pretty brown-haired girl, lying on the bed and listening to music. Only when Seungri stood right next to her, she noticed him and widened her eyes.

"Hi." He gave his most handsome smile, hitting her with his gun against the head before she lost her consciousness.

[kpopcametoslayourlives]

YG Mafia Ch. 1 - Skipping Town

Summary; How was she supposed to know her new friends were in the Mafia? One thing was for sure though, the Leader was hot.

Jiyong x Reader

I couldn’t sleep, it was well past midnight and mom and dad were arguing again. It was about my grandmother, again.

Grandma had gotten sick a few months back and was no longer able to live on her own, so my mother suggested she live with her and my father.

But father was getting mad because of all the hospital bills that continued to pile up. My father had even begged me to come back home and help out with the bills.

Of course I couldn’t say no, so I did. I moved back in with my parents and started working at a second job. Neither job payed well enough but together it at least helped.

But father still was never happy with anything. It was a constant battle for my mom to deal with my father, but she did what she had to do.

But their arguments were starting to take a toll on me as well. Always being told to choose sides like it was really that important. Having to stay awake in the middle of the night to listen to my father threaten to leave.

I hated it.

“Are they keeping you up too?” My head snapped to the voice of my grandmother.

“Nana.” I whispered. “Yeah, you too?” She nodded weakly as she came over to sit on the edge of the bed next to me.

“I’m really sorry you have to deal with this dear, it just isn’t fair that your father dragged you into this just for your money. And between you and me I really don’t think your father needs your money, he makes plenty at his own job. He’s just upset that he has less money to waste on bull shit now.”

“Grandma!” I harshly whispered, trying to sound upset but ultimately started laughing at her words.

I knew she was probably right but because my father had asked me, I said yes. No questions asked.

“You know you don’t have to stay.” I looked up into her tired green eyes. “Your mother and I have talked about letting you leave, because this isn’t something you should have to be around. You’re a young girl, who should be exploring the world, not be confined to a house where there’s nothing but yelling or at a job that treats you worse than trash.”

“But what about father?” I asked your grandmother, knowing that he wouldn’t be okay with me leaving.

“Your father wouldn’t care about your freedom dear, as sad as I am to say it, he’d sacrifice your happiness and freedom just to have your money that he uses as extra spending money.” My heart broke at the truth of her words.

My father had changed years ago after he had got promoted to a higher position at his work, it got to his head. He hasn’t been the same humble man he once was since then.

“I know you have money saved up, and you also just got paid today from both of your jobs. And I know you haven’t given it to your father yet because he was still working when you got home. Take it and go.” She said, patting the top of my head.

“But when should I leave?” I asked.

“Tonight.” Another new voice spoke up, it was my mother. “Your father is in the shower right now, he’ll be asleep in about an hour, no longer than two. Leave after then, that gives you time to pack up all your things that you have here and go.”

“But where do I go? And how will I get there?” I asked, looking between both my mother and grandmother.

“There’s a house that belonged to your grandfather before he passed, he won it off of a friend playing poker, it’s in Seoul, next to the old historic library on 83rd street. I’d imagine it could use some cleaning up considering no ones lived in it for years. It’s a rather nice house, two stories with a little koi pond in the back, it’s a brick house with a brown roof. There’s a nice driveway that leads to a garage. And about how you’ll get there, you can take my car of course. Seeing as I’m no longer able to drive it I have no use for it. You can have it along with the house in Seoul.”

I were stunned. I remember my grandfather talking about it when I was little but I had no idea that it was still theirs. I thought that they had sold it by now.

“Nana, I don’t know what to say, thank you!” I hugged her tightly but not enough to hurt her.

“You’re welcome dear, now you only have a few hours to pack. I’ll go look for the keys to both the car and the house as well as the papers of ownership to both, I’ll work on putting it in your name while you do this, and by the time we’re both done it’ll be time for you to go.”

I couldn’t believe that this was happening. One second I were trying to sleep in my room and the next both my mother and grandmother are conspiring of a way to get me out of town.

They both left your room and I immediately started packing the essentials. A suitcase of all my clothes, a few boxes of things I’d cherished, and finally a backpack that had two day worth of clothes, my laptop, and all my chargers.

I was as quiet as possible to not wake up my father who had more than likely fallen asleep in the last three hours I spent getting all my things together. It was now almost four in the morning and I was ready to go.

Grandma had come in roughly twenty minutes ago with the paperwork filled out as it should be to grant me ownership of both the car and house, all I’d have to do is take it to get get it all legalized.

I quickly but quietly took all of my things to my grandmothers, now my, car. I said a quick goodbye to my grandmother who had a few tears in her eyes.

My heart was breaking again.

Back outside my mother was waiting by the car, a small brown paper bag in hand.

“Here, there’s a sandwich and some fruit in here for the drive to Seoul. I know it’s only a few hours but this way you don’t have to stop by anywhere or spend money. There’s also something else in there for you to get started. Please be safe honey, and call me as soon as you get to Seoul.” She handed it to me.

“I will mom, I promise. I’ll see you soon.” Just like grandma from earlier, mom was also crying.

When I had hugged her I almost didn’t want to let go of her at all and just deal with my father, but I were already this far so reluctantly, I let her go and got into the car and drove away from the small town I lived in to go to the big city of Seoul.

I have no idea what lies ahead but at least I wouldn’t have much worries. I had a home to live in and a car to get myself around in.

But one thing was for sure, if the inside of the house needed cleaning up because like grandma had said, it hasn’t been lived in for years, then I’d definitely be sleeping at a hotel before going to sleep in that house.