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Pack omega Jin cooking breakfast. A normal occurrence, but today it's different. Everyone else is out of the pack house during breakfast hours. Your other packmates giving Jin the space he requested for the day. You've just had such a hard time lately, he wants his best pup to be pampered with his full attention. You deserve it after everything. He has the full day planned out. First breakfast, then waking you up to feed it to you, then some pup care. He'll wash your hair, wash your body, and clean the love marks your packmates decided to lovingly give you before bed last night. And after your pup care he'll settle you down to nest. His instincts have a deep fondness for the sight of you in omegaspace. All soft and fuzzy headed, needing him to do all the thinking for you. Once you start to doze off, he'll prepare your favorite lunch. You love everything Jin cooks, this much he knows, but he's picked up on the ones you favor more. Following shortly after, your packmates should return home within the time of him making lunch, your packmates will all get clean from their outings, and steal you away gently bringing you out of omegaspace, for some pack time. It's the perfect day. The ideal morning for jinnie. He loves a day off where he can just focus on you for the morning, and have time with the pack after lunch.

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ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. OH MY GOD.

Tenth Circle Of Hell ◎ Choi Seung-hyun

◎ Summary: During a late-night hangout at Ji-yong's penthouse, playful conversations about sex take a darker, more intimate turn when Seung-hyun sets his sights on redefining what "hell" truly feels like.

◎ Warnings: almost sex, orgasm denial, power play, teasing, a bit of mature language, i guess

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The velvet night outside Ji-yong's penthouse window stretched like spilled ink across the skyline, Seoul glittering below like a bed of scattered diamonds. Inside, laughter echoed off polished marble and glass, warm and unrestrained, swirling around you like the scent of Seung-hyun's vintage wine—bold, complex, and entirely too easy to indulge in.

You were curled into a corner of the expansive leather sectional, your legs tucked under you, a half-full glass of something red and ruinous balanced in your hand. Around you, your friends sprawled in various states of delight and disarray—Jiyong with his feet propped up on a designer ottoman, Mina doubled over in laughter, her head on her boyfriend's lap, and Seung-hyun, lounging too gracefully across the rug, his eyes lazily watching the room from beneath heavy lids.

The conversation had long since drifted from work. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the low hum of the playlist Jiyong had put on, full of songs with bass lines that thrummed right through your spine. Or maybe it was just the safety of friendship, that unique invincibility that only blossoms when everyone is a little tipsy and the night is soft and forgiving.

"Okay but seriously," Mina giggled, "how do people actually do downward dog in the shower without pulling a hamstring?"

"It's all about angles," Jiyong replied, surprisingly earnestly. "And non-slip mats. Very underrated."

"Eye contact during a blowjob," you said, swirling your wine, "romantic or deeply unsettling?"

"Romantic if you're into soul-searching," Mina shot back. "Unsettling if your mascara is running."

"God, yes," groaned Mina's boyfriend. "Like a raccoon in heat."

Jiyong laughed so hard he almost spilled his wine. "Okay, okay. What about rhythm versus spontaneity? Like, should good sex be well-paced or completely chaotic?"

"Both," Mina said without hesitation. "Structured chaos. Like jazz."

You nearly dropped your glass laughing. "Jazz sex. Got it."

The conversation devolved from there into an enthusiastic ranking of sex positions as if they were basketball league draft picks. Mina picked cowgirl first. Jiyong countered with spooning, citing emotional depth. Someone shouted "doggy for the win!" and the room exploded.

The air was thick with too-loud laughs, flushed cheeks, and mock-scandalized gasps. You took another sip of wine and let your head fall back against the couch, grinning into the ceiling, warmed by the comfort of being able to talk about anything and everything without shame.

"It is the tenth circle of hell," you announced suddenly, without thinking, "when you find the love of your life, but the sex is intensely meh."

For a split second, the room inhaled.

Then: an explosion of noise.

Jiyong howled. Mina nearly choked on her drink. Someone slapped a cushion. You flushed, your grin widening in half-mortified glee, but you didn’t take it back. Why should you? It was true. It was brutally, painfully true.

But not everyone was laughing.

Across the room, Choi Seung-hyun hadn’t moved. His glass was suspended mid-air, that lazy, unreadable smirk twitching just slightly at the corner of his mouth. His eyes met yours across the flickering candlelight and didn’t waver.

"Tenth circle of hell?" he murmured later, when the others had retreated into giggles and side conversations.

You blinked. "Yeah. You know. Like, Dante didn't write it, but he should've."

"Hm," he said, taking a slow sip of his wine, his gaze still pinned to you. "Sounds like you need a new definition of hell."

He didn’t smile.

And in that moment, with the air between you humming like a struck match, you realized: Seung-hyun wasn't laughing because he was planning something far more wicked than words.

Later, the silence of your apartment was a different kind of intoxicating. No music, no laughter, just the low thrum of your heartbeat in your ears as you unlocked the door and stepped inside, Seung-hyun close behind you. The wine still burned pleasantly in your bloodstream, but it was his gaze that set your skin alight.

You turned to say something—you didn't know what, maybe a quip, maybe something about the ridiculousness of the night—but the words caught in your throat. He was too close. Not touching you, but there, in that magnetic field just before contact.

He took one step.

Then another.

And you stepped back until your spine met the cool plaster of your hallway wall.

He didn't ask. He didn't need to.

One hand braced beside your head, the other curling gently around your jaw, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

"You talk a lot," he murmured, his voice low, deep, almost lazy. 

Then he kissed you—not soft, not tentative. Demanding. Full of promise and something darker.

He kissed you like a secret. Like a challenge. Like he meant to undo every smug, resigned thing you'd ever said about lackluster love.

Your fingers found his shirt, clutching the fabric as his body pressed into yours, pinning you to the wall in a way that made it impossible to think, to breathe, to be anywhere but here. Heat coiled in your belly, sharp and sudden. You gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, tilting your chin higher like he owned you, like he was just getting started.

His lips left yours only to trail a slow, maddening path along your jaw to your throat. His breath was warm. His words were colder.

"Tell me something," he said between kisses, each syllable brushing against your skin like velvet. "Am I not the love of your life..."

A pause, his hand skimming beneath the hem of your shirt, dragging his knuckles up your bare side until you shivered.

"Or is the sex... actually meh?"

You choked on a breath, a half-laugh slipping from you before it turned into a low moan as he pressed his hips harder into yours.

"Seung-hyun..."

He looked up, his eyes gleaming with something too amused, too feral. "Answer me."

"You—"

He silenced you with another kiss, slower this time, more possessive. His tongue teased at the edge of yours, retreating, advancing, until you were chasing it, drunk on the taste of him, the feel of him, the weight of anticipation thrumming in every nerve.

"Because," he murmured against your lips, "if you think this is 'meh'... you haven't even stepped into hell yet."

His hand was under your thigh now, pulling it up, guiding your leg around his waist. Then the other. You let him. You wanted to. You wanted him to prove it. All of it. That love didn’t have to mean boredom. That sex didn’t have to fade into familiarity. That hell could be heat and teeth and fingers digging into your hips like you were the only thing he wanted to destroy tonight.

You moaned his name, half a prayer, half a challenge of your own.

And when he finally lifted you, carrying you toward your bedroom like a man with a mission, you realized: hell wasn’t cold.

Your back met the edge of the bed as Seung-hyun approached, the air shifting with him, as if the room obeyed the rhythm of his breathing.

You reached for him, aching. But he caught your wrist mid-motion, not unkindly, and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the pulse point softly.

"You're so impatient," he murmured, smile barely there. "But I like that. It means you'll break beautifully."

Heat rushed under your skin.

He didn’t rush. He undressed you in slow gradients, each inch of skin revealed like a secret, like he was memorizing you with reverence and something darker. His gaze never left yours, anchoring you even when you trembled.

When his hands finally slid over bare skin, the contact was maddeningly gentle. He didn’t grope or grab; he caressed, explored, stroked until your nerves were alight and every breath felt heavy with need.

Lips to neck. Teeth to shoulder. His breath at your ear.

“You look like you’re already there,” he said lowly, brushing his fingers just above where you wanted him. “But you’re not. Not even close.”

He coaxed you down onto the bed, taking his time. His mouth trailed heat from your collarbone to your stomach, every inch a study in restraint. You moved beneath him, desperate, greedy, but he kept you still with a hand splayed against your hip.

When he finally touched you where it mattered, it was slow. 

Seung-hyun’s hand was between your thighs, spreading you open with firm, practiced confidence. He looked down at you, half-lidded eyes glowing with amusement and hunger.

“You’re soaked,” he said, almost admiringly. “And I haven’t even given you anything real yet.”

His thumb brushed over your clit in slow, deliberate circles. You jerked in response, a moan breaking out of you before you could stop it.

“Already that sensitive?” he murmured. “We’ve barely started.”

He slid one finger inside you, curling them expertly as his thumb never stopped circling your clit. The pressure was maddening. Perfect. You gasped, arching up into him.

“Yes—please—”

“Shh,” he cooed, kissing your throat. “Not yet, Jagi. You’re not even close to falling apart the way I want.”

He added another finger, his movements steady, building a rhythm that had your hips moving on their own. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

Your orgasm rose, fierce and unrelenting, teetering on the brink.

Then he pulled out.

You cried out, the sudden emptiness a brutal contrast to the heat he'd stirred inside you.

“Don’t pout,” he whispered against your skin. “You’ll come. Just not now. Maybe not tonight.”

He climbed between your thighs, licking you with deliberate, devastating strokes. His tongue was wicked, his mouth merciless. He sucked your clit into his mouth, gently, then harder, just enough to make you sob his name.

“Seung-hyun, please—I need to—”

He lifted his head, lips glistening. “You think begging gets you what you want? No, Jagiya. Begging gets me what I want.”

He stood, unzipping his pants. His cock was hard, flushed, and dripping. He stroked it slowly, watching your eyes follow the movement.

“You want it?” he asked, teasing the tip against your entrance.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He pushed in an inch, then pulled out.

You whined.

He did it again. And again. Never fully giving you what you needed.

“You feel that?” he murmured. “That ache? That empty, desperate stretch in your belly? That’s mine..”

Then he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “And I’m not taking it away yet.”

He thrust again, this time deeper, slow and purposeful. You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “Please, please let me—”

He silenced you with a kiss, devouring your mouth as he rolled his hips once more, dragging the head of his cock along your slick walls.

“Not yet,” he growled.

He picked up a rhythm—controlled, relentless. He brought you back to the edge, made you feel the tremor start in your legs, the tightening in your core. You were right there.

And again, he stopped.

Your body shook with the effort of holding back what he denied.

“Please, I can’t—”

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, towering over you. The other hand traced down your stomach slowly.

“You can. And you will. You’ll take everything I give you—and nothing more.”

He leaned down, kissed you hard, then pressed the flat of his palm against your clit and held it there. The pressure was maddening, unbearable.

Your thighs trembled, your breath came in gasps.

“Beg prettier,” he said, his voice low and merciless.

“Seung-hyun—please, let me come, I need it—I need you—”

He released your wrists, lifted himself off the bed, and stood at the edge, watching you fall apart with hunger in his eyes.

“Not tonight,” he said.

He pulled his shirt back on, his pants already zipped, his cock still hard as he adjusted himself with maddening calm.

Minutes passed—or hours; He drove you toward the edge over and over, only to pull you back with maddening control. He made you feel each moment stretch into torment, each near-release a cruel reminder that you weren't in charge.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

"You’re going to lie awake tonight and feel this every time you close your eyes. That pressure in your belly. That empty ache."

His hand pressed flat against your stomach, just above your heat. “It’ll burn here. Low. Heavy. And you’ll remember I put it there.”

Your body bucked, needing more, anything—

Hell burned.

The heat of his mouth had mapped every inch of your skin, you lay breathless, trembling, your body alive with the echoes of everything he'd done and everything he hadn't yet.

Seung-hyun leaned over you, his breath still shallow, but his smirk very much intact. He pressed a final kiss to your shoulder, slow and deliberate.

Then he stood, stretching as if nothing had happened. As if your legs weren’t still weak, your chest still rising in uneven waves.

You blinked up at him, stunned and aching, your body still begging for release that hadn’t come.

At the doorway, he paused, glancing back at you with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"You wanted a new definition of hell?" he said, voice low and smooth as sin. "Try this: your entire body is on fire, every nerve raw, your pulse a thunderstorm in your veins... and you don’t get to come."

He grinned, cruel and beautiful. "That, Jagiya, is the tenth circle."

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Guys, should I rewrite One gaze wasn't enough for me? Same concept and everything but I feel I could make it better, are we down??

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Can you write a story like you did GD being a dad but for top? I just know if he had a daughter he'd be such a sweet dad🥰

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Unfashionably late

A seunghyun x reader fic

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions and descriptions of throwing up/puking, reader becomes a mom, seunghyun becomes a dad, sprinkle of angst, reader blames themselves for a second in here, tooth rotting fluff and comfort, husband seunghyun.

It's 1 pm when you're home. Your husband is practicing for a performance, and you lounging out around the house with some of your mutual friends. The first one being Daesung who's on the couch scrolling on his phone doing who knows what, and Ji-yong who's just playing with his rings at the moment.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" You suggest. For a few days the boys had been talking about wanting to see a new action movie that recently came out, and it sounded like a good way to brighten the mood and pass time.

So here you are, sitting on the far left of your plush cream colored couch watching a sci-fi action film. At this point you are halfway through it, and the boys are speaking up with their commentary, and you are just listening not really minding. But you feel weird. You can't help but shake the feeling that something isn't right. Which caused you to start zoning out and thinking to yourself, not hearing Ji-yong call out your name. So, he said it again a little louder to finally catch your attention.

"hm?" You replied, slowly coming out of your anxious trance.

"We've been calling you, are you okay?" Ji-yong asked while Daesung was looking at you with a worried expression. Whenever you had days like this, you were always attentive, or interested in what was happening around you, and the boys have been watching that slip for the past five minutes.

"I'm okay, I just feel weird." You replied trying to de-escalate. To you, it wasn't a big deal. It was probably nothing right? Not to them. They were worried about you. You seemed so out of it, and they have never seen you like that.

"What do you mean you feel weird, just like emotionally, or something physically?" Dae asked.

"Just physically. I don't know why though, but it doesn't seem to be going away." You replied. As soon as you look up from saying that, all you see is Daesung and Ji-yong staring at you.

"Well have you eaten to-" you couldn't even hear Ji-yong finish his sentence before you were jumping off the couch to rush to the bathroom. You felt so sick, and started to throw up. Everything that came out of you hitting inside the bowl, and the two boys outside the bathroom to make sure you're okay.

"hey hey hey, are you okay?" You hear Daesung ask from outside the half closed bathroom door, all you can do is let out a strangled no before your puking up more stomach acid along with the food from breakfast. It's all coming up out of your throat leaving a bitter acidic taste that you don't like. The taste is horrible, and you can't stand it.

"I- I need water" you manage to say. After those words leave your mouth all you can hear before your head is by the toilet bowl again is Ji-yong practically running to the kitchen, and Daesung telling him to hurry.

In that moment you are so thankful for these boys, but you're also trying to get everything out of you. You don't like puking up, because who does? But you know your body clearly wants it out, so you rest there, waiting for water, and staying there just in case you suddenly have more vomit coming up your throat that needs to be released. As you press your hand against the floor to stop the dizzy spinning of your head all you turn around to see is Ji-yong crouching down beside you to gently hand you a glass of water. You take it, thankful he got it so quickly, and bring your lips to the rim of the glass.

"Don't drink it too fast or take too big of sips, it'll make it worse" you heard him say to you as you took a small sip, making sure to not get too much but enough to quench the thirst that built in you as you threw up what your system processed from earlier in the day

"Thank you ji, I appreciate it.." you say quietly due to the raspiness of your throat still being dry even after the water you just consumed. But you see the small smile peak through the worried exterior, as he softly pats your back.

After about 10 minutes of sitting in the bathroom without puking anything up again, you start to stand up, and almost trip on a rug due to the dizziness in your head alone, and start apologizing over everything.

"Guys I'm so sorry I don't know what that was, I felt so terrible and so dizzy out of nowhere..." You start slightly tearing up thinking about how you guys were having fun watching the movie together and you ruined it for everyone. But they weren't having that. Ji-Yong shook his head not accepting the apology, and Daesung was looking at you like you killed his whole bloodline.

"What are you apologizing for!? It's not your fault you got sick out of nowhere, therefore no apology needed! We are here for you, and to hang out with you!" Daesung said, using exaggerated hand motions because he was so passionate about the fact you shouldn't apologize. The hand motions came naturally as he spoke, something that normally only happened behind closed doors due to it being seen as unprofessional on camera. But in his eyes, how dare you!!! How dare you apologize for something that wasn't your fault. Like you were some peasant at his feet. He'll be damned!! You need to take care of yourself before you worry about anyone else especially since THEY are in your house!!! He is 119% advocating for you to rest on the couch the rest of their stay. And Ji-yong agrees.

"You should take it easy, and do you have any idea why that might have happened?" You hear Ji-yong ask from the side of you. And then you start to think about it, you have been feeling a bit more emotional lately, dizzy, slightly more hungry for sweet and salty things, needing more blankets and body heat throughout the day, and that's when it hits you. You haven't had your period for a bit over a month.

The realization flashing in your eyes wasn't recognized for what it was, but Ji-Yong and Daesung did give you a puzzled expression wondering what it was that you pieced together.

"I-i'm late..." You stammered out. The thought bringing you to tears. At first, Ji-Yong and Daesung are confused, seeing the tears form in your eyes and about your statement about being late. You didn't have anywhere to go today. That's what you had said earlier as you led them into the house to relax and lounge! And then it was brought together. Ji-Yong being the first to realize.

"Wait, like, late as in?" He asked lowly, and with a look of 'you know?' and all you did was nod. Ji-Yong slightly gasped, his mouth slightly open still, not knowing what to think right now, and his brain processing. Daesung still catching up or trying at least is still confused. Then the light bulb in his head turns on. He slowly looks at you, then your stomach, then you again. Almost asking for confirmation without saying anything. So when you nod, all he can do is cover his mouth with his hands.

15 minutes later and you're at the store inside standing beside Ji-Yong and Daesung wearing face masks to hide their face while you pick out a pregnancy test. You grab a small box off the shelf and start heading towards the check-out counter, the two following behind you. You ring up the test at a self checkout, not wanting the look from a cashier at the moment, and then walk out and back to the car with Ji and Dae.

A few minutes later and you're in the car driving down the road at a decent speed trying to get home. Ji-yong driving, Dae-sung in the passenger seat with you in the backseat. Your minding your own business looking out the window at the scenery when you hear A ringtone from inside the car. Your husband was calling Ji-yong right now. Ji-yong obviously answers and is met with a confused Seunghyun.

"Hey, where is everyone? I just got home." He asked

"Um, we had to run to the store and grab something real quick but we are on the way right now." Ji-yong replied trying to keep a flat tone, not wanting to give anything away.

"Oh, what did y'all need? I'm sure I could have picked it up on my way here" your husband asked, curiosity lacing his tone heavily.

"A Pregnancy test" Daesung blurted out.

"Daesung!" You cried out.

"What!? I'm sorry I couldn't keep it in!" Daesung argued. You and him going back and forth for a moment before hearing your husband's deep voice rumble through the car speakers.

"I might be a dad?" He almost whispered, but due to him being close to his phone you all heard.

"Yea..." You replied.

Then you arrived back at your house, pulling into the driveway. Once you get out of the car, and walk inside all you see is Seunghyun sitting on the couch tearing up. He could be a father? He's so happy right now, but also so scared.

"Jagiya, come here" he said trying to not let the tears spill from his eyes, and holding his arms open for you. You approach him, getting close to his chest, and letting yourself feel the way his arms slowly close around you and hold you tight. Slightly rocking you back and forth.

"No matter what, I'll love you, and we will get through it okay?" He says as he softly kisses the top of your head and releases you. You then grab the pregnancy test off the counter and head for the bathroom saying you'll be back with it soon. As you head to the bathroom all you can hear is there voicing fading out as their conversation began.

"I'm so scared right now." He started to say, his hand going up to his face to wipe away tears threatening to fall.

"Hey man, it's okay, everything will be okay." Ji-yong said slowly walking towards seunghyun to wrap his arm around him while seunghyun slowly started to cry in his own hand. He was a mess. The thought of possibly being a father making him so happy, but the possibility he wasn't and was getting excited for nothing making him feel incredibly sad at the same time. He didn't know what to do, all it seemed he could do was wait for you to come back with the results. And that's what two of his best friends silently agreed with as well as they wrapped their arms around him, comforting him in your absence.

Now your in the bathroom, you've done what you needed to, and in thirty seconds you'll find out if your going to be a mother or not. 29 while you start thinking about raising a baby boy or girl with your sweet and caring husband. 28 while you start thinking of all the fun things you could do with your child around the town you live in. 27 while you think of them seeing their father perform on stage for the first time. 26 while your mind starts to think of names of both genders for the child. 25 while you start thinking of a building a nursery with your husband throughout the pregnancy. All the thoughts flashing through your mind as the seconds slowly tick down until the result is finally on the test. The thing that makes you look up first being a singular tear falling down you cheek as you thought about all the good things that could happen with you and your husband throughout the pregnancy and once your baby was here, and now it's causing you to look down to see the result.

Two lines. Your pregnant.

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As you process the result you grab the test and run out to hug your husband, all the tears you've been silently holding back flooding your vision as you reach him, feeling his warm arms welcome you back to him making it worse. Your violent sobbing starting to scare him a bit until you hold up the positive pregnancy test with a broken smile on your face as you look up at his shocked expression, watching it slowly turn into one of joy.

"I'm gonna be a dad..." He whispered, then as you nodded he completely announced it loudly, and you both started crying, the two other boys in the room also starting to slightly tear up. They were gonna be uncles soon, how could they not be happy?

5 years later...

It's quiet in the house when you come in, too quiet for your liking. Ever since you had your baby handed to you and your husband seunghyun after her birth, she's been inseparable from your husband. Causing chaos everywhere it was allowed, even places it wasn't sometimes, but she was a well-behaved child. So how did you end up in a quiet house at 3 pm in. The afternoon with a toddler, and a quietly chaotic husband, and not know what they were up to?

You had no idea. But as you set your stuff down on the counter all you saw was a sprinkle of flour on the floor below you. Oh no. You start walking to the kitchen slowly giving them a chance to hear your footsteps to cease whatever they were doing, but nothing. As you got closer, you could hear the slightly louder giggles of your daughter bounce off the walls and spread out to your ears.

As you got closer, you slowly began to see your husband holding up your daughter by a metal bowl with a whisk in hand, and your daughter sitting on the counter helping with the whisk as she sat. Neither of them having noticed you yet, you witnessed them over stir the mixture of whatever they were making at the moment, and flour flying into the air. Painting your daughters fave and clothes white, along with Seunghyun's.

"What are my two pretty babies doing in here?" You coo, announcing yourself in the room.

"Eomma!! We're making you a cake!!!" Your daughter spoke up, flour still apparent on her face as she smiled brightly at you, her small hands in the air to welcome you back home, as your husband shyly smiled at you as you made eye-contact.

"How thoughtful and sweet! How did you know it was my birthday sweet girl?" You asked her with a similar smile. Seunghyun's own widening as he saw it again. Your smile. The one your daughter had an exact replica of. It was so sweet and adorable to him to see your kid have the exact same smile as you. Your daughter had his eyes, but man did she have your smile. It drove him insane with how cute it was on his sweet daughter, and it drove him crazy when it was playful on you. Now he gets double-teamed? He might not survive.

"Appa told me!!! And I said we should make you a cake!" Your daughter replied to you, her hands making grabby motions for you to come to her. So you walked around the counter to her and your husband, seeing the cake mixture almost made other than the flour not being mixed in with the wet ingredients completely yet.

"hm, it doesn't look completely done yet, wanna help eomma whisk baby girl?" You asked your daughter, looking over to see her nod her head and her hand slowly making it's way over to sit on-top of yours as you started to slowly whisk, so her hand could keep up. And you just continued and your daughter started to giggle again. And all Seunghyun could think about was how lucky he was to have both of his girls. What would he do without you two? You both were his world, and he wouldn't give you two up for anything. He loved being a father, especially to your daughter, his daughter. It was the best feeling in the world to have you as a wife, and her as a daughter.

TAGLIST: @thanosscross @petersasteria

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Body hour

Ji-Yong x Reader fake text

Warnings: Insecurity, chubby!reader, no use of y/n

TAGLIST: @thanosscross @petersasteria

Honorable mention: @gdinthehouseee for inspiring me to make this along with @lxvemaze!!!

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I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR JIYONG FIC!! 🥹🤍

AHHHH!! THANK YOU!!! I really appreciate this,and I'm glad you enjoyed my work. There's more coming soon I promise 🫶✨❤️

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no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

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Bigbang masterlist

One gaze wasn't enough for me

Pick up

Body hour (fake text)

More coming soon...

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Unfashionably late

More Coming soon....

Please do not post or use my visuals I made for the members here. I made these and am not comfortable with them being used.

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Pick up

A fluffy story of Ji-yong (G-Dragon) and his daughter.

Contents: Read to see ;)

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of bullying, G showing off, reader is a mother and not really mentioned here, sugary sweet mannerisms, a sprinkle of angst

It's 3:00 in the afternoon, the sun shining brightly down on everyone in Seoul. You're at your shared home with your husband who isn't home currently. He just left work to go pick up your child from school. Your husband taking his usual cyber truck. No matter how much you tell him it's ugly and he should get rid of it for a nicer looking car. But no, he wants to keep it and so you've given up on trying to get him to get rid of it. Though neither of you would know about how your daughter feels about the truck.

Your sweet daughter, Yeong-Suk. You had her a few years ago with ji, not really any issues throughout your pregnancy, just morning sickness from time to time. But nothing that wasn't unbearable. But you loved your daughter. You and Ji-yong weren't the perfect parents but you tried your best. Giving her reasonable things she wanted, and spoiling her when she achieved things she wanted or was aiming for. Ji always being so proud of her every time she achieved something no matter how small. Though, you got many calls from his manager. Every time they go out shopping he would see something for Yeong and end up getting it for her. The problem? He would go into stores he knows would have a lot of stuff for him to get for her. His manager would be stressing about how many bags were being brought home, along with you expressing how you didn't want to spoil your daughter too much at an early age and have her end up not knowing the word 'no'.

But what's happening today at school with her? She's sitting on one of the benches outside with her classmates waiting to be picked by her appa. As she is waiting her hands are occupied by playing with a toy ji recently bought her. A mini doll of him dressed with a head scarf to hide his unstyled hair, and some comfortable laid back clothes. Yeong-Suk had been complaining about missing him at school, so he got her a mini doll of him.

But a group of boys in her class happened to be a fan of his, and wanted the doll. Though they didn't think to ask, just snatch it out of Yeong-Suk's hands.

"Hey! That's mine" she spoke up as the boys tried to turn away and run off with it. The boys ignored her, looking at the doll closely, and seeing it was a limited item they were curious as to how she got it.

"My appa got it for me.." she replied. The boys didn't think anything of it. The boys seeing their parents pull up and get out of the car to pick them up, started to run towards their parents.

Yeong-Suk, not sure what to do yelled for them to stop, to alert a teacher or present adult. One came over along with the boys parents wondering what's wrong and why she was yelling.

"They took my doll." She spoke up.

The teacher looking at the doll in the boy's hands grabbed the doll from him and said to wait for Yeong-Suk's appa just to be sure that it was actually her's since there was no present way to figure out who's it was, as the boys parents were being completely silent.

Yeong-Suk tried hard to not cry when she heard that. After all she saw her eomma always being strong, and not crying when she was upset. Eomma always told Yeong-suk to always be strong, and brave too. Eomma wouldn't want to see Yeong-suk right? That's all Yeong-suk thought about as she pouted looking at the ground. Her teachers tone was annoyed, and Yeong-Suk didn't know how to react. Where is her appa? She misses him. And she doesn't have the doll now, how much longer will he be? These were the questions that caused her to start crying. Seeing this, the teacher started to panic and trying to wipe her tears and calm her down as Ji-yong pulled up to the school in the cyber truck getting out of the truck heading towards the benches.

The boys seeing the cyber truck commented on how whoever's appa that was had an ugly truck. Seeing Yeong-suk make grabby hands towards Ji-yong, the boys put the pieces together, and Snickered at how of course that was her appa. Not noticing who her dad was due to the scarf around his head, and the recently green dyed hair.

Seeing his daughter upset, Ji-yong started to sprint towards his daughter. Concerned as to what happened.

"What happened here? Why is my daughter crying?" He asked the teacher.

"Well, you see your daughter claims that this doll is her's and these boys took it, and we wanted to wait for you to arrive to confirm the doll was hers." The teacher replied.

"The doll I gave her? The one that looks like me? Yes. I got that for her. It's a doll that was made recently and is limited edition I bought it for her, for when she misses me and she's at school here. How would it be those boys? I told the other staff members about me getting her this so she wouldn't get in trouble for having it during class a few days ago." Ji-yong replied getting slightly annoyed at the teacher. He knows he informed the staff, it also didn't help that the teacher didn't seem to care.

"Just let my daughter have the doll back. I'll deal with this with my wife tomorrow morning, we'll be here after we drop off Yeong-Suk." He replied. He then turned away and headed towards Yeong-Suk who was being handed the doll from the teacher despite the boys protest.

"Thank you. We will be leaving now." And that was when the boy noticed who he was. It was the voice he recognized. How could he not? His appa listened to his music all the time. Hearing Ji-yong and seeing him be Yeong-Suk's appa, the boy started to cry.

Ji-yong happened to not pay any attention due to him picking up Yeong-suk, and taking her to the cyber truck. Placing her in her seat in the back, all strapped in and protected. Ji hopped into the driver's seat, starting the truck.

Checking the mirror to see if Yeong-Suk was okay, he saw that she had stopped crying, and was happier now that she was with her appa, and had the doll of him back.

"Appa, can we get rid of the truck?"

"How about we talk about it over ice cream?"

He replied... "But don't tell your eomma..."

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One gaze wasn't enough for me

Ji yong x reader

Warnings: Use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, flirting, pet names, socially anxious reader

What's brought you here? Why are you in this same familiar spot for the third night in a row? Was it the music? The vibe of this particular club? No. You were waiting at the bar. Waiting to see him again. The man with the raging confidence and ethereal appearance. The past few nights you've been coming to this club, you always let your gaze roam over to him, but you never interacted, your social anxiety getting the better of you. But tonight? Who knows, maybe you'll finally drink enough to get the courage.

15 minutes after you've arrived at the club, you're sipping on your drink, gazing around to see if you can spot the man you've been looking for, and sure enough he's there. At a table in the corner near the dancefloor, with a few other men sitting with him chatting. Looking at the counter to put your drink down for a moment, when you look back, the man is looking at you. Once he gathers you've seen him looking, he smirks at you. Leaving the butterflies in your stomach to ignite a heat to at least talk to him tonight. Deciding you need another sip, you bring the glass up to your lips, and as you're fixing to start to take a sip all you hear from the side of you is someone speaking to you. As you turn, you see the man you've been thinking about all night. He looks to you with eyes burning of interest, "I'm ji yong."

"I'm y/n." You reply to him your cheeks already heating up from the unexpected approach.

"you know, for a beautiful woman being so shy, you do stare a lot" he teased, as he sat down beside her at the bar. As you heard this, how could your cheeks not get darker? Ji yong was teasing on purpose, testing the waters and seeing just how shy this woman was.

"So, what's going through that pretty head of yours hm?" He asked with a smirk on his face, looking at you. And your brain just short circuits. Not knowing how to reply to him you just say, "Sorry, about the staring you're just, handsome." Not really thinking before you spoke. You turned to your drink to take a sip, as he nodded with a smile on his face. That smile, had your stomach doing backflips. It was so charming.

And as he was fixing to give you a reply, his phone rang.

"I'm so sorry excuse me to take this.."

You waved him off, completely understanding. You just sat where you had been the whole time taking another sip of your drink before hearing your song come on, and headed to the dance floor. As you found your preferred spot on the floor, you started to move your hips to the song feeling the alcohol give some liquid courage to let loose a bit.

As your dancing on the dance floor, ji yong is finishing up his call. As he hangs up and makes his way back to the bar, you're no longer where you were before. Looking around, he finally spots you dancing on the floor, not necessarily paying attention to the man approaching you with lust very clear in his gaze. The man reaching you before Ji yong could, he tried to get you to dance with him, but you weren't interested. But the man insisted, not taking no for an answer. Finally reaching you, Ji yong stepped in.

"Hey man, what are you doing? She doesn't want to dance with you." He spoke up.

"Just wanted to dance with her is all, what is she yours? If she is, I'm surprised a guy like you is letting her wear a dress like that." The man replied.

Hearing all of this you were growing ashamed for not saying anything or moving. But you just couldn't bring yourself to from the shock.

"Yeah, she is mine. And what is it your business of how she dresses? She can wear whatever she wants without needing my permission, and a guy like me? We respect our women unlike you. Leave." Ji yong replied with distaste clear in his tone. This man was getting on his nerves, and Ji Yong could see how uncomfortable the man was making you, as you weren't even moving anymore.

The man gave Ji yong a glare before finally leaving you two alone. You still stood there shocked. Not knowing how to approach the situation that just happened or if you should completely ignore it.

"I'm sorry about that" you said looking up at Ji yong who now had a surprised reaction on his face.

"Princess, what do you have to be sorry for? None of that was your fault-"

"I know, but we just met and you got roped into that." You replied back to him. You heard him sigh lowly before taking your hand to lead you back over to the bar.

"Do you want another drink? Or anything?" Ji yong asked with a soft expression on his face.

"Just some water, I still haven't finished my first drink.." you replied back, sitting down in front of your drink. He nodded, before telling the bartender to get you some water.

"I'll pay for your tab tonight princess." He told you, as he looked down to you.

"you don't have to do that Ji yong..." You said, not wanting him to feel obligated to pay for your drinks. But he wasn't having it. He was happy to pay for you drinks. You were keeping him company, and he had an interest in you, and you had just gone through an awkward and uncomfortable situation. He wanted to treat you to something nice to lighten the mood.

"No no, I want to. Let me treat you to this for tonight." He replied, moving a piece of hair out of your face as your eyes looked up to meet his. They were bright and looking down at you like you were a prize he just won, and you couldn't get enough of it, the blush that had disappeared previously returning to your cheeks stronger than before.

"You're so adorable when you're blushing because of me" he teased. He liked the way your cheeks reddened due to his words. You weren't like all the other girls he had encountered in clubs like these. You were gentle, and shy. You didn't even approach him, you just admired from afar, and you didn't even realize who he was. Not because you were drunk, you definitely hadn't had enough alcohol to be, but because you were too caught up being in front of the real him not so many people got to see, and you didn't even know there was a different side to him. You were completely oblivious to that when you were in the club with him. You lived life by the moment, And it made him wonder, would you go back to his apartment with him?

"It's getting on the later side, would you like to come back with me, princess?" He asked with a small smile on his face. You only nodded, the words stuck in your throat. How could he smile like that and expect a response? He was just so attractive to you that you couldn't help but stop and stare like a deer in headlights. What else were you supposed to do?

After his confirmation you were going home with him, he paid your check and his, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to a black SUV car to sit while his driver started the route to his apartment.

And slowly you were starting to put the pieces together. The whole few days you had been seeing him, you felt you recognized somewhere. His voice, his face, his style. He was a part of a big k-pop group called bigbang. You listened to them religiously, and as you were putting the pieces together in your head it was written on your face, and Ji yong slightly panicked. Hoping you wouldn't be like all the other girls who tried to take advantage of his fame and wealth.

"Your.. your part of bigbang.." you finally spoke up.

"That I am sweetheart, though my question to you is, do you like the me you've met, or the one that's famous for performing?" He asked, silently hoping you would say the first choice.

"I like the Ji yong who approached me and helped me tonight." You replied, looking up at him, as you took his hand in yours not Caring about how his was obviously bigger than yours.

He nodded, rubbing his thumb along the backside of your hand, before leaning in to kiss you.

As he placed his lips on yours the only thing he thought about was how lucky he was you were different and how soft your lips were on his as he tastes the strawberry chapstick you had put on before entering the club. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you, taking your chin in his hand, he smirked. He was amused.

"didn't even know me, yet put on my favorite flavor of chapstick, you must have known something before this encounter pretty girl." He teased, just to see your cheeks redden. He liked getting those feelings out of you, and he knew he would like the proximity he could be once you reached his apartment in 5 minutes....

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