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› Sus padres murieron en un accidente cuando era tan solo un bebé, desde entonces Mi-reu y Andrea lo criaron haciéndole honor a sus mejores amigos.

› De personalidad rebelde y actitud de rockstar, pero con un corazón puro y noble en el fondo. tiene lo mejor de dos mundos y muchas capas como una cebolla.

› Amante de la música gracias a Andrea, aprendió a leer partituras y tocar varios instrumentos desde pequeño, siendo la guitarra y el teclado sus favoritos.

› Tecladista en la banda conformada por los hermanos Sauvaterre-Fuchs.

› Quiso enorgullecer a Mi-reu y entró a la universidad, sin embargo, a la mitad de la carrera decidió que siempre no era lo suyo, optó por dejarla y tomar un año sabático.

› Durante su año sabático vivió su mejor vida viajando por Francia, costeado por su mamá Andrea y el sueldo de uno que otro trabajo que se encontró en el camino.

› De regreso a París esta considerado que hacer con su vida, mientras da clases de música en un centro de cuidado infantil. Es el maestro cool con su fake leather jacket y lentes oscuros.

› Comenzó a tomar clases de boxeo porque es el único deporte que le pareció cool, pero después de meterse en problemas en la escuela ( se peleo defendiendo a sus hermanas no rockstars y lo suspendieron ) tuvo que dejarlo.

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¿Cómo les explico yo los traumas que se me ocurren para este niño y sus capas de cebolla???? ;_; todo es culpa de Pers ;_; anyway, luego volvemos con más, i guess

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› Andrea Fuchs: - Madre adoptiva. [ played by: wolfsmot ]

› Mi-reu Hyeon: - Padre adoptivo. [ play by: ramenstation ]

› Isik Badem-Hyeon: - Media Hermana. [ played by: violetica ]

› Lukas Badem-Hyeon: - Medio hermano. [ play by: ramenstation ]

› Amistades

› Enemistades

› Etcétera

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Now seems as good a time as any to reveal I've been a VIP since 2011

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The diegetic post on information conservation I promised earlier. I hope I did an okay job writing with the voice of a pop-science article. Now it's important to note that much of this article is exaggerated, simplified, or latching onto an idea that has few proponents, but that sounds flashier. It's up to your discretion what in the article is true, and what is pop-sci bullshit.

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♡—♡—♡—A Heart Full Of Names—♡—♡—♡

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Yunho and you deciding on baby names for your son that's on the way~

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The soft rustling of pages echoed through the living room, broken only by the occasional hum Yunho made under his breath as he flipped another page in the baby name book. You lay sprawled across the couch, head resting on a mountain of pillows, one hand absentmindedly rubbing your belly. At seven months, the bump was prominent, your feet were sore, and the baby’s kicks had recently graduated to full-blown karate moves.

“We’re officially running out of time,” you mumbled, glancing at him over your stomach. “He’ll be here before we agree on anything.”

Yunho looked up with a grin, that signature warm, boyish smile that always melted you on the spot. “We have time. I mean, do you want to call him ‘Peanut’ forever? Because I’m down.”

“That was supposed to be temporary,” you said with a laugh. “But if he’s born and we still haven’t picked something, I might panic and say ‘Peanut’ at the hospital.”

Yunho chuckled and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. “Then we better lock it in before delivery day. So—name time. Again.”

You watched as he sat back on the floor with the book in his lap, brows slightly furrowed in playful concentration. His fingers flipped through the pages with gentle patience, and every so often he tilted his head like he could already imagine your son answering to a name.

“What about… ‘Minjun’?” he asked, voice soft. “I still like that one. Calm vibes. Good energy.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Minjun is cute. Feels like the kind of kid who volunteers to help stack chairs after class.”

“Exactly,” Yunho said proudly. “Little gentleman.”

“Like his dad,” you murmured with a grin.

Yunho’s ears tinted pink. “Well, I try. What about ‘Taeyang’? It means sun. Bright, warm. Like… radiant.”

You blinked at him, surprised by how well that name resonated with you. “That’s really pretty.”

He looked up at you, eyes soft. “Kinda reminds me of you, actually.”

You groaned playfully, tossing a pillow at him. “You’re not naming our child after me.”

“Too late,” he teased, dodging the pillow with a laugh. “I already added it to the list.”

You leaned back again, one hand still resting on your bump. “So far, we have Minjun, Taeyang, and… what was that one from earlier? Seojoon?”

“Oh yeah, Seojoon,” Yunho nodded, typing it into his phone’s notes app. “Strong-sounding. But also soft. I like that balance.”

You watched him quietly as he typed, that familiar peace washing over you again. Yunho’s whole presence felt like a warm blanket—reliable, safe, and impossibly comforting. He’d been that way your entire pregnancy. Talking to your belly. Rubbing your feet when you were too swollen to stand. Making midnight grocery runs because “the baby” wanted green grapes.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a son,” you whispered after a moment. “A son, Yunho.”

He set his phone down and crawled closer, resting his head on your belly like he always did. “I think about it all the time. Like, I’ll be brushing my teeth and then boom—‘Oh yeah. There’s a tiny version of us growing in there.’”

You giggled softly and threaded your fingers through his hair. “I wonder what he’ll look like.”

Yunho smiled against your stomach, his voice muffled. “Hopefully he gets your nose. And your eyes. And your laugh. And your—”

“Okay, slow down, I was in there too,” you laughed, flicking his ear gently.

“But seriously,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your bump, “no matter what he looks like, he’s gonna be the luckiest little guy. Because he gets you as his mom.”

Your throat tightened with emotion, the pregnancy hormones not helping at all. “Yunho…”

“I mean it.” He sat up and looked at you with those warm eyes that made you fall in love with him all over again. “He’s going to grow up feeling safe and loved because you’re here. You already talk to him every day. You sing to him when you think I’m not listening. He kicks more when he hears your voice. He knows you.”

You blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. “You’re making me emotional again.”

Yunho reached over and grabbed the tissue box like it was muscle memory at this point. “I got you. Pregnant tears are my specialty.”

You dabbed your eyes, sniffling with a smile. “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”

He leaned in and kissed your nose. “Only because I have the best partner.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed, the kind of deep, happy sigh that comes from feeling completely and utterly safe. “So�� Minjun, Taeyang, Seojoon… any other contenders?”

Yunho tapped his chin, pretending to think hard. “What if we named him something powerful? Like… ‘Jisoo’? It means ‘wisdom.’ Or ‘Jinwoo’—‘genuine and divine.’”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around you like a hug. “I like ‘Jinwoo.’ It sounds kind.”

He grinned. “Then that’s going on the list too. I feel like he’s gonna be one of those kids that makes people feel better just by being around.”

“Like you,” you murmured, rubbing his arm affectionately.

He looked over and softened. “I really hope he gets your heart. The way you care about people. The way you love.”

Your heart swelled with affection, overwhelmed by the strength of the love you shared. “Yunho…”

He pulled you into a hug, your belly gently pressing between you. “Whatever name we pick… he’s already loved more than words can say.”

You tucked your face into his neck, feeling him breathe deeply. “I can’t wait to see you hold him for the first time.”

He smiled against your hair, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I’ll probably cry. I’m not even gonna try to act cool.”

“You’ll cry, I’ll cry, the nurses will cry,” you joked.

“And then we’ll call him ‘Peanut’ by accident because we’ll be too emotional to remember the actual name.”

You laughed, wiping your face again. “Okay. So we have to choose.”

“Alright, final list check,” Yunho said, opening his notes app again. “Minjun, Taeyang, Seojoon, Jinwoo…”

“Can we keep Taeyang as a middle name? If we pick a different first name?” you asked.

He looked at you, then nodded. “I love that. ‘Sun’ for warmth and light. Just like what we want for him.”

You reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his, resting them over your belly. The baby kicked softly beneath them.

Yunho’s eyes lit up as the little kick echoed through his palm. “Did you hear us, little man? You like Taeyang?”

Another little bump. A gentle thud.

“That’s a yes,” you whispered, smiling through the tears again.

Yunho grinned wide and kissed your knuckles, unable to hold back the pure joy that bloomed across his face. “Alright, Taeyang it is. Now we just have to pick the perfect first name to go with it.”

You rested your head against him again, heart full. The love between you two was palpable, surrounding not just you, but the tiny life growing inside you. It was a warmth that had only grown since the day you found out you were expecting, and it was a warmth you knew would never leave.

And no matter what name you eventually settled on, you were sure of one thing: your son would grow up surrounded by an endless sea of love—love that had already enveloped him from the very moment you and Yunho first discovered he was on the way. Your little Taeyang.

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[natalicss]

Like We Were In Paris

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part two

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, keeping it under the radar the entire time. you’re both invited to the gala de pièces juanes 2025, and it’s the first time you get to see him perform live

warnings: not proofread at all, celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is like…mid twenties?), whole lot of fluff, basically ji-yong being a simp, taeyang & rosé being captains of the ship, use of y/n, i don’t use tumblr so bare with me while i figure this out. i tried to keep descriptions of the readers outfit vague so you could imagine it to your liking!

word count: 4.1K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i was convinced into writing a g-dragon fic (by like 3 people). i’m kinda obsessed with this. i had so many ideas while writing it & so im kind of tempted to write more of these two, but i don’t know!! this is my first like… irl person x reader (ive only written one other fic on here lmao) & i am new to g-dragon, bigbang, all that so i kept it pretty current. to me these two are very dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift coded (or just reputation coded), i cant explain why it just makes sense. the divider right below is from enchanthings here on tumblr, and the other one later on….idk its for my wattpad LMAO. anyways i hope you enjoy, and im sorry in advance if you hate it. toodles!

You still remember the first time you met Ji-yong.

You were in need of some inspiration. Working on your fourth album, the intense gaze of your record label, your management, your fans, and your musically gifted peers was crushing you. It seemed to do more harm than good. For weeks, you stared at notebooks and computers and instruments. Your manager tried to get you with various song writers. Nothing worked. So, after some persuasion from your best friend (who knew you better than anyone, having been your best friend since you were kids), you decided to do a vacation. Just you and some required security (per compromise with your team). You decided to go to Seoul, having loved it in the few times you’ve passed through on a tour. The fans there were great; always warm and welcoming and always one of your loudest shows. The culture was breathtaking. It felt like the perfect opportunity.

Your team had found a studio for you to work in. You were only there for a few weeks, but they wanted some hope that you’d come back to America with something. It was week two when you met him. You were walking towards your studio, he was walking out of his. The two of you made eye contact, and you were instantly swarmed with warmth. You didn’t believe in love at first sight (neither did he, to be fair), but you started to question it as you walked past him.

From then on, each of you seemed nosy about the other. He asked his friends who the girl was in the other studio. “Oh! The American! That’s Y/N,” He recognized your name, and now your face. He hadn’t seen you outside of a red carpet or a concert venue photo, so he didn’t recognize you with little-to-no makeup and comfortable clothes. But once it clicked, it clicked. You had asked someone working at the studio about him. They mentioned his name, Kwon Ji-Yong, and you googled him that night in your rental house.

You knew about G-Dragon, the impact he had on K-Pop and the music industry. You had heard a song here and there, but you had never seen him. Not til that day in the studio.

It was a few days until you saw him again. Your schedules just missing each other. Then, one day, your producer was running freakishly late to your meeting time, and Ji-yong was walking out of his own studio. You stood there, more like paced there, tapping wildly on your phone trying to get in contact with your producer, whispering to yourself in frustration.

Ji-yong had the courage to speak up, say hello, and the rest is history. Stories for another time, maybe. 

Your friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship, defying all cliches of long distance and the terrors that often comes with it. It helped that he was on hiatus and you had became a professional of staying out of the public eye. You both wanted to keep what you had to yourself. Your teams did, too, but they got less strict as two months eventually became two years. It was on your terms now, when you'd let everyone know about your status, but neither of you had felt ready to let the world in on something so…yours. So peaceful, so effortless, so pure. It was easy, the two of you traveling between South Korea and America to spend time together, or going on vacations together, or just taking quiet retreats into each others homes. 

Nobody ever thought of it, either. There was no reason to. Unless they’d been in the studio that day, the media had no way to expect any crossover of America’s Princess and the King of K-Pop. The media would rather gossip about you in relationships with the usual Hollywood celebrities, some of whom were just friends, some you’d never met. Neither of you mind rumors, it kept the media out of your relationship and sometimes they were hilariously ridiculous. So, you let the press talk their talk. You and Ji-yong kept to yourselves, careful on your information you’d share with friends (it was easy for things to be leaked, these days).

When Ji-yong told you he was officially making his comeback to the industry, you were ecstatic for him. You knew how much he loved making music and performing. You also knew, though he’d never admit it, sometimes when he’d sneak to join you on tour, he got a bit jealous watching you sing and dance on stage. He’d watched you collab with numerous artists, tasting just about every genre you could before eventually finding your new sound. It made him sad, some nights, missing that glow you often had instead. But most nights? Most nights he was beaming from behind the stage, watching you do what you loved most. Most people sink in this world, but you? You swam, no, you effortlessly floated in the sea of fame. And it was obvious to anyone around you. Part of what he loved most about you was your creative drive, something he shared. It inspired him, more than you’d ever know. 

Ji-yong's comeback had been more than successful, as expected. Throughout your relationship, the two of you had fumbled with varying songs and styles for each other. Oftentimes more playful than not. You guys fueled each other in the best ways. You released your newest album in 2024, and you were about to start your world tour in the early months of 2025. Ji-yong would follow suit, his first solo album in years coming out soon and then starting his own tour. 

Both of you were wracked with nerves, spending days in rehearsals, wardrobe tests, photo shoots, traveling all over for various projects. It had been weeks since you’d seen each other. After the holidays you were swimming in press for your new tour. He had been equally busy, filming his show, performing at various shows. You both loved it. You loved your jobs and you loved each others jobs. But even you two would struggle on the days where it’d been long, exhausting, and mentally draining; wanting nothing more than each other’s warmth.

The Gala des Pièces Jaunes, a show that helps collect donations for charity in Paris, had invited both of you to perform, along with other various stars. Little did they know, they had invited the world's most popular secret couple. You had been ecstatic. Not only did you love the message the event had, but you loved the idea of sharing the stage with so many extremely talented artists. Including, your boyfriend. 

The night before the show, you had inconspicuously snuck your way towards Ji-yong’s room. You had wanted to get a hotel room together, but knew that you had to be careful with the amount of eyes on both of you this weekend. Still, that didn’t stop you from wondering around until you ended up at his door. With your special knock– each knock a syllable in your names –you waited patiently for him to open up the door to you. His eyes were sparkly, even in the shitty lighting. They always seemed to do that with you. 

“Finally,” He breathed, pulling you into the room quickly. You giggled as he used your body to shut the door, his arms around you tightly. You had seen each other, earlier in the day during rehearsals. Pretending like it was your first time meeting him and Taeyang was hell. Pretending you didn’t know their names, pretending Ji-yong didn’t pick out your outfit on FaceTime, and pretending you didn’t want to latch on to him and never let go. 

The only people who knew about you two were Young-bae, of course. He and Daesung had known about you for a while now, teasing their friend and bandmate for not telling them right away. The other person was Rosé, who’d been your friend for years and one of your closest friends in the celebrity world, both of you having blown up in popularity around the same time. Both of them seemed equally amused, watching you and Ji-yong try to act nonchalant around the other. Young-bae chuckling as Ji-yong watched your rehearsals in a stunned silence. He knew every song of yours by heart (even the ones from before he met you), and even when trying to act like he didn’t he could feel himself mouthing the words as he watched you and your dancers on the stage. Rosé would wink at you when she’d walk past you, and everytime you almost missed it cause you were too busy watching Ji-yong talking with his team.

But now, the two of you didn’t have to act. You couldn’t stop laughing in awe, Ji-yong smothering your face in feather-light kisses. You held on to him, your face turning pink as he continued his full-blown kiss attack. “I missed you, jagiya, so much.” He muttered against your skin. Finally, he pulled back to look over your face, pressing another kiss to your lips. You melted into his arms, your mind momentarily fuzzy. There was nothing else but him. His hands on your waist, his shirt clutched in your hands, his scent that had became your favorite. Him. Him. Him. It was always him. 

“I missed you more,” You whispered, running your fingers through his minty-colored hair. He closed his eyes softly, as if soaking in your touch. Your heart swelled, as it always seemed to do with him. You had never felt this way, not in any of your previous relationships. You had been positive for a while now, Ji-yong was it for you. “Are you excited?” You asked him, tilting your head in curiosity.

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting your soft expression. He loved how you looked at him. It was something you couldn’t hide, not even at rehearsals. He sighed, pulling you by your hand further into the hotel room. “Yes. Nervous, too.” He added. You nod in understanding, he had only performed a few times since the comeback. He loved it after, always, but the nerves had been hard to shake off, even still.

“I’m excited to see you,” You beam, still keeping your fingers interlocked. You hadn’t seen him live, not yet. You had been back in America finishing up your album and starting a press tour at the time, but you always called him right before he went on to give him a final good luck, and you always snuck onto a live stream to watch. 

He rolled his eyes shyly, leaning his head into your neck. “Young-bae is going to make so much fun of me.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m more nervous for you to see my performance than I was at MAMA.” 

You laughed at that, bringing his face into your hands and looking at him. “You’re going to be amazing. More than amazing. You’re going to be perfect.” You reassure him, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “And I am not afraid to bully Young-bae,” He laughed at this, throwing his head back slightly. He knew it was true, your friendship with Taeyang almost too sibling-like, to the point you two teased each other about everything. 

“Are you nervous at all?” He asks you, looking over your expression, as if he’s trying to find your answer in your gaze. He did this a lot, knowing you for so long he began to pick up on things, even before you did.

“I am, but only a little,” You decide finally. It was a short set, only a few songs to perform. You had picked your most popular hits and your newest single for the setlist. And your outfit was your favorite part, matching your dancers whilst still making sure you stood out and felt confident. “Oh! I have to tell you about this thing I saw.” You pulled out of his arms, suddenly distracted by something you wanted to tell him about when you were in your room. 

Ji-yong watched you quietly. His eyes filled with a lightness and admiration. He listened to you talk as you grabbed a water, waving your arms wildly to dramatize the story. He smiled, leaning against the couch in his room as he thought about how much he loved you. He loved everything about you. From the way you talked about your passions to the way you scrunched your face when you ate something you didn’t like. He loved the way you danced in the car when your favorite song came on. He loved the way you loved the people around you. He loved the way you waltzed into his heart like it was your home, and wrapped your arms around him like you were his home. You are his home, he’s sure of that. Even now, as you ramble into near nonsense about something he has no understanding of. He still watched you like you had been the most beautiful work of art he’d discovered. He was certain that was true.

Le Gala des Pièces was in full swing. Everything was going well, perfect, all of it. And you were backstage, getting your makeup touched up as you saw someone walk past your open door. You recognized him instantly, you always did. And part of you couldn’t let him go on stage without a final goodbye.  “I’ll be right back!” You pushed yourself out of your chair, rushing after him. You could see him walking through the hall, too busy with his own thoughts to notice you coming to grab his wrist.

Ji-yong felt your touch, his head moving so fast he swore he heard a crack. His eyes met yours instantly, then looked you over in surprise. He hadn’t seen your outfit yet. It complimented his, something he wasn’t sure if you had done on purpose or not. A black and red outfit, the red the exact same shade as his tie. As he looked you over, you could see the different emotions flicker on his face. Admiration, lust, maybe hunger, and love. He looked up at your face again, smiling, “Hi, Y/N,” His name feels unfamiliar on his tongue, now. Over the years, nicknames had become your normal. Another thing to add to the list of things you hated about pretending you didn’t know him.

Your mouth hung open for a moment as you looked at him. You hadn’t been sure if you’d see him before he went on, so you hadn’t exactly planned your choice of words. “I wanted to wish you luck,” You stuttered out, suddenly aware of how many eyes could be on the two of you.

Ji-yong’s eyes were laced with amusement, seeing your cheeks turned pink. “I have to grab something to drink, come with me?” He asked, playing it as cool and casual as humanly possible. You itched to reach for his hand, but kept to yourself as you followed him. 

As soon as you were in a dark corner, away from prying eyes, he was on you. The two of you pressed your lips together like perfect puzzle pieces. Your hands roamed his chest as his roamed your waist. You hummed happily, wishing this moment with him would never end. Adrenaline, nerves, excitement all were running high. From the show, from being around each other, from sneaking around. You felt his hands squeeze your hips, the two of you forcing yourselves to pull away. You smiled up at him, almost dizzy from him simply being in front of you. “Good luck,” You beamed.

“Is that how you wish everybody good luck?” He asks playfully. You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest as you adjusted yourselves. “I’ll see you as soon as I’m done,” He leans to kiss you again, “I love you,”

“I love you more,” You winked as he sauntered off towards where his team was waiting for him. You stayed back a moment, blushing wildly and hopping in place happily before rushing back to your own people.

You watched from backstage, wrapping yourself in a black robe to hide yourself as much as you could from the crew around you. You had passed Taeyang, who gave you a subtle handshake as he passed by for his cue. You watched in awe, seeing Ji-yong, no, G-Dragon on that stage. Seeing him do it all in person…it was ethereal. The way he moved through the stage and carried himself with this aura. He was almost mesmerizing, distracting you from the chaos backstage and your own nerves. It didn’t shock you, you’d known forever how talented he was. You’d seen videos of him from before you met, you’d seen him work for hours upon hours in studios, and you’d seen him on set for his music videos. But this was different. This was really him. This was what he was born to do, if destiny and fate were real. This was exactly that.

“Hey, pretty,” You turned your head to Rosé, Rosie, who only smiled knowingly. She linked her arm with yours, leaning into you. “You happy?”

“Happiest,” You answered, “He’s so good.”

“He is.” Rosie agreed. She giggled at your face. The two of you had met years ago, you had blown up in the music scene shortly after Blackpink. The two of you crossed paths at an event, not knowing anyone else there, and you two stuck by each others sides much like you were now. You two had been closest friends. When you told her about your first date with Ji-yong, she was ecstatic. She knew Ji-yong, and she knew that he’d be good to you. She wanted you to be happy, and that's what you were. Always when it came to Ji-yong, you were the happiest person she'd seen.

You watched the rest of his set. You smiled giddily as he and Taeyang performed together. You bit your thumb nail as you watched him move around the stage in the second outfit with the sparkling black jacket. Rosie nudging you every time she noticed you blush. 

When he was off the stage, he had found you waiting for him amidst the crowd of people. He smiled happily, reaching you without much thought about anyone else. His arms swooped you in, hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back. “That was amazing!” You beamed. For a moment, the two of you forgot where you were. Forgetting the curious eyes who thought you barely knew each other. When your senses kicked in, he was quick to put you back at a friendly distance. Your gaze moved to Taeyang, “You guys are phenomenal!” You hugged Young-bae too, hoping that if you acted friendly with everyone it wouldn’t cause more suspicion. “Thank you,” Ji-yong muttered, suddenly shy again. He bowed quickly at you, trying to play it off. In moments, you were hearing your name called, and his own team was surrounding him. You smiled warmly, disappearing in the crowd of crew and stars. 

Ji-yong wanted to keep close to you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms until the very moment you were on stage, but that was impossible. You were back in your greenroom, getting makeup and hair touched up, and then you were taking photos with crew members and doing more vocal warm ups. You were being whisked around every which way. He and Young-bae were staying close together, feeling the most comfortable with each other as they simply watched the show continue.

Young-bae was smiling to himself. He had been so happy for Ji-yong when he introduced you to him and Daesung. It was blatantly obvious to see how happy you made him. You made Ji-yong smile at every moment, you'd giggle at his jokes (even if Young-bae didn't think they were that funny), you would help him if you noticed his hesitation. You encouraged him. You built him up. You even started secretly learning Korean, calling Young-bae for help every now and again. The next time you visited Ji-yong, you had managed to say your first sentence in Korean, and it was actually good. You were this ray of sunshine. Anyone who knew the two of you knew that. He was honored to be in on your guys’s little secret. Otherwise, he’d feel cheated out of watching two people he cared about falling in love. 

Unfortunately, Ji-yong didn’t get a chance to see you before you were whisked away under the stage to make your entrance. Still, he watched quietly from backstage. He clasped his hands together, watching the crowd scream with anticipation as your intro started. Fog began to cover the stage, the lights flashing every which way with the music. Your dancers surrounded the area you’d rise from. Once you did, you immediately went into the first song, dancing on every note. The crowd was wild. Ji-yong smiled proudly. On stage you were someone else entirely. You were confident, you moved with ease and exact precision. Your body moved with your dancers, most you’ve known for years. Their hands grazing your hips as you all moved together in sync. Ji-yong never got jealous, knowing how these things worked. He was no stranger to any of it. 

He’d seen you perform, maybe a hundred times now, and yet it never got old. As the song transitioned to another popular track, the crowd somehow getting even louder, he thought about how you might’ve looked earlier. Standing in the same spot, only a short time ago. He could only assume you looked much like he did now. Body swaying to the familiar music, mouthing the words, eyes sparkling at him like he had hung the moon and the stars only for you. He wasn’t sure what he did to get so lucky.

He clapped as the crowd did. You were at the far end of the stage now, dancing with another male dancer to the third song. The song had been written for him, though not many people knew that other than you and him. A romantically charged song. It was one of his favorites. He remembered the day you showed it to him, all shy and quiet, which was unusual for you. You had told him you had a song to show him, wanting to release it as a single in the future. When you played it, you only stared at his face while he stared at the computer screen. He considered marrying you right there. 

As you performed your fourth and final song, he found his way to where you’d end up off stage. He played with his sleeves, smiling shyly as people greeted him as they passed by. He wanted to see you. No, he needed to see you. 

And he did. You came off the stage, glistening from glitter and sweat. You hugged your dancers and thanked them, high-fiving other members of your crew. As your eyes met his, he could see them light up. But you stayed put, not wanting to make another scene. He winked at you, moving in the direction of your greenroom.

It took you a couple minutes to get your micpack off and head towards your dressing room to change. Once you did, you smiled wide at the man waiting inside. “We did it!” You beamed as you jumped at him. He caught you easily, swinging you loosely in his arms as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or adrenaline-filled like before. This was softer, still full of energy, but only relief, love, and pure joy. “We fucking nailed it, baby,” You said as you looked up at him. He swore he might die from the way you love him.

“You were beautiful,” He hummed, leaning into your hair. He hummed, squeezing you tighter. “I love you. So fucking much.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the moment as best as you could. There was no place on this planet you loved more than being in his embrace. You could be anywhere, at any time, anything could be happening, and all you’d want is him. That’s all you’d ever need, The lazy mornings in your LA home where you’d surprise him with breakfast in bed. The romantic nights in Seoul where he’d take you out to dinner at your favorite place. The bustling mornings when one of you had a meeting to get to. One of you having a mouth full of toast trying to run out the door, only to scramble back to give the other a kiss. Late nights in studios, falling asleep in random spots as you tried to come up with new lyrics and beats. Your favorites were the quiet nights, the two of you tangled in bed sheets as he stared at each other, talking about whatever came to mind as one of you played with the others hair, or traced shapes on bare skin. Gentle kisses passed back and forth. Life was perfect, and he was perfect. 

“I love you, Ji,” You whispered, kissing him again. He hummed into it, smiling. You looked him over appreciatively, fiddling with his outfit. “I need to change, wanna pick my outfit out for me?” You asked, raising a brow. His eyes flicked with mischief as he looked back at the rack of clothes you had. He looked back at you, pulling you back into him again.

[countyourfreckleslikestars]

That damn red outfit

Warnings: making out HEAVILY, sub!Seung, softdom!reader, pet names, cussing

Gosh she could never even begin to fathom how someone could look so hot in such a normal outfit, but he somehow did, he always did. That damn red jacket and cowboy hat definitely did something to her. Bunny knew when she first saw it on the set of the Bang Bang Bang music video set, it was her favorite outfit of his.

He stood beside his fellow BigBang members as the song ‘Bang Bang Bang’ starts playing. He moves effortlessly across the stage, dancing and rapping, occasionally sending winks to her backstage when he can, making the slight moister in her panties slightly worsen.

The song finally ends and all the members wave to the crowd before departing backstage, Seung-Hyun almost immediately making his way to her.

“You enjoy the show gongju?” His low and slightly raspy voice echos through her ears as his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. “Of course I did, I always do.” She smile’s.

One of her hands goes to rest on the back of his neck and the other toys with the seem of the cream colored cowboy hat he’s wearing “You know,” she starts “this outfit looks really hot on you.” She teases, making him smirk “Really Aein?” He leans down to whisper into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine

“How about we go into my dressing room and you show me how hot you think I look?”

Without another word being exchanged between the two, he leads her towards his dressing room. He closes the door behind them, the lock turning with a click.

Almost immediately after they enter the room, she attaches her glossy lips to his, pushing him against the door. “Eager..aren’t you..gongju?” He teases in between kisses “Hard not to be when you look so fucking hot.” She mutters against his lips, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure straight to his dick

She feels him poking against her inner thigh making her smirk into the kiss before she pulls away to tease him “needy today aren’t we baby?” She mumbles as she kisses down his neck, while her hands trailing under his shirt to touch his bare torso. “F-fuck-“ he breaths out “don’t-don’t tease me,” he practically whines into her ear.

She smirks at his whining “m’ not tryna tease, just make you feel good” she reattaches her lips to his once more, this time more heated and filled with lust.

He places his hands on the underside of her thighs, lifting her up in his arms, earning a small yelp from her as he carries her over to the small couch in the corner of the room without breaking the kiss.

She hovers above him, breaking the kiss to start trailing sloppy, wet kisses down his jawline and neck, earning a moan from him. “Gotta be quiet baby,” she whispers in his ear “can’t have anyone know what we’re doin in here can we?” He shakes his head, attempting to muffle his moans with the back of his hand as she palms his clothed dick.

“All this for me?” She teases, her manicured hand rubbing his hardened dick “A-all for you-“ He breaths out, trying to hold in any moans as she starts to strip him of the pants he’s wearing.

They get cut off by a sharp knock from the dressing room door “Let’s go dude! The cars here.” TaeYang calls out from the other side of the door.

“Damn it.” He mutters, earning a light chuckle from her “Don’t be disappointed,” she leans down to whisper in his ear

“just means we can continue it in the bedroom.”

A/n: Hi my lil monsters! My first ever Choi Seung-Hyun fic! How we likey? I honestly had fun writing this so I hope yall enjoy as much as I did!

Have an amazing day and ofc send me any request you might have! With love, Twilight🫶🏽

Translations: Aein = Sweetheart

Gonju = Princess

Taglist:

@amoristt @lousypotatoes @infinetlyforgotten @alexandralibbre

[wcnderlnds]

the bigbang april writing challenge ☆

Marissa (@ldydeath) and I have been hard at work thinking of fun ideas we could do but also include other writers and we came up with something! For the month of April, we’re calling for any and all BigBang writers to join us in writing for our favourite boys. Each day a fic will be posted about a member by a different writer for the whole month -- the number of the prompt is the date which you'll post your fic. They can be fluff, angst, smut – whatever your heart desires. If you want to take part, all you have to do is message me or @ldydeath with the prompt you want and who you'll be writing for. It's as easy as that! We'd love for everyone to get involved <3 Below the cut you'll find the prompts. Ones with names beside them are the ones already taken! You can take as many as you want.

One bed ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Not just friends but not quite lovers either. ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

One of them is sick and the other takes care of them. ( @loveesiren | G DRAGON )

Bumping into an ex at the most unexpected place. ( @bluesunss | TOP )

Needing a place to stay for the night. ( @berfgrimm | TOP )

Used to date (insert band member) but now has feelings for (insert other band member) ( @ldydeath) | G DRAGON ) 

Has a huge crush and doesn’t know how to express it so ends up hurting feelings instead. ( @emmiesoverthemoon | TOP )

Drunken confessions ( @eru-vande | G DRAGON )

Date night ( @sevendaysummer | TOP )

There’s a power outage and one of them is scared (@wcnderlnds | TOP )

Forever stuck in a ‘will they, won’t they?’ ( @gdinthehouseee | TOP )

Hate each other's guts (not really) so another band member traps them in a closet until they either kill each other or make out. ( @sevendaysummer | G DRAGON )

Childhood friends who lost contact with each other until one of them accidentally likes something of theirs on social media. ( @wcnderlnds | TAEYANG )

Bonding on the set of a music video ( @ldydeath | DAESUNG ) 

One of them has a huge crush on the other and writes their feelings down on a letter ala Lara Jean style and it ends up finding its recipient. ( @infinetlyforgotten | TOP )

Meeting a stranger online only to meet up with them and find out it’s someone from BigBang ( @wcnderlnds | DAESUNG )

It’s vacation time and the last thing they expected was finding a holiday romance. ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Bonding through love of hobbies (eg. art for top, lego for daesung, etc) ( @sevendaysummer | DAESUNG )

Fighting for dear life to get tickets to a concert only to bump into your old best friend who helps you out (surprise it’s a member of bigbang) ( @bluesunss | TOP )

Enemies turned lovers but sometimes the enemies still seeps through ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

Cozy nights at home 

A chance meeting on a night out changes things ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

A proposal ( @petersasteria | G DRAGON )

A heart to heart leads to unexpected confessions ( @currentloser | DAESUNG )

They’re leaving the next day so they have to make the most of the time they have together ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Dyeing hair matching colours only for one to go wrong ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

Both K-Pop idols who go on tour together and have secretly been hooking up ( @makeitworse | G DRAGON )

Accidentally calling them a pet name used in private in front of the rest of the band ( @gdinthehouseee | DAESUNG )

Childhood best friends who were torn apart by distance who bump into each other randomly one day. ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )

Finding out they’re pregnant while their partner is on a world tour. ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 7)

Choi Seunghyun x fem!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: sorry. also i hate this. it's bad sorry for that too.

synopsis: The truth comes out.

warnings: talk of abortion, angst angst angst, drunk writing and editing cuz im an alcoholic.

wc: 4.5k+

The last day on the island was thick with tension, like the air had shifted just enough to make everything feel off-kilter. Breakfast was a slow, hazy ritual of clinking silverware and low laughter. The smell of brewed coffee mixed with ocean air, sun pouring in through the open patio. Jiyong and Seungri were visibly hungover—sunglasses on despite the shade, water bottles clutched like lifelines. Daesung and Taeyang, on the other hand, were riding the high of vacation, swapping stories and reliving their drunken antics with wild hand gestures and breathless laughs.

You sat quietly, a small plate of fruit in front of you that you had no real interest in eating. Your skin still radiated heat from the sun, golden and glowing, and Seunghyun’s large hand rested lazily on your thigh, fingers drawing absentminded patterns that made your breath hitch every so often. You tried to match the others' laughter, the playful teasing, the lightness—but your heart wasn't in it. Not really.

Your gaze drifted out to the ocean, letting the steady rhythm of the waves lull your thoughts into silence. The blue stretched out endlessly, calm and open, and for a second, you could almost forget the storm that had rolled through your body the night before. Almost.

Until Seunghyun’s low voice cut through the hum of conversation, pulling you back to the moment. “I had so much fun with you on this trip, baby,” he murmured, leaning in. His breath was warm against your cheek, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that should’ve felt soft and safe.

But it didn’t.

You kissed him back because it was easier than not. You smiled because it was what he wanted. But the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, and the moment your lips parted, you felt it—that unmistakable pull.

Jiyong was watching you.

His gaze was heavy, burning. When you dared to glance at him, it wasn’t what you expected. No smug smirk. No jealousy disguised as irritation. He looked… ruined. His jaw clenched like he was trying to swallow something sharp, and his eyes—god, his eyes were full of something that shattered you.

Not anger. Not regret. Just pure, aching sadness.

Sad that he betrayed Seunghyun. Sad that he let it happen. Sad that you weren’t his. And maybe worst of all—sad that he still wanted you anyway.

Your stomach twisted, a slow, guilty coil. You couldn’t stop the flash of last night from rising to the surface like a wave threatening to drown you. Jiyong’s lips on yours—hungry, desperate, like he was starving for you. His hands everywhere at once, rough and tender in a way that made you ache. The low, husky sound of your name as he whispered against your skin, sending chills through you, curling your toes and making you forget everything but him.

You looked away from him now, guilt gnawing at your chest. But it wasn’t just guilt. It was longing. Want. Need. Every touch, every glance between you and Jiyong had been leading to that moment, and now that the dam had broken, there was no going back.

-

The rest of the day passed like a dream you couldn’t quite wake from. You went snorkeling, the water warm and clear, wrapping around you like silk. You held Seunghyun’s hand as you dove down to snap pictures of neon-colored fish and curious eels. You posed for selfies, stole underwater glances, and pretended that everything was normal.

But it wasn’t.

Because every time you surfaced, gasping for breath, your eyes searched for Jiyong. And he was always there—hovering at the edges of the group, never too close, but never far. Watching. Watching the way your tan body glided through the water in that too small bikini.

By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting orange and pink streaks across the sky, you all piled into the boat for one last ride across the harbor. The water sparkled like it knew this was goodbye.

Seunghyun wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, and you rested your head against his chest out of instinct. It felt… nice. Comfortable. Familiar.

But it didn’t set your skin on fire.

Jiyong sat across from you, elbows on his knees, head turned just slightly to watch the sunset—but he wasn’t looking at the view. He was looking at you. His gaze swept over your profile, the way the sun kissed your cheekbones, the way your hair blew softly in the wind. You looked like a dream to him. Like the girl he’d been running from and chasing all at once. He clenched his fists in his lap, like holding back the urge to reach for you physically hurt.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, unable to resist. That same sad, silent expression etched into his features, so open and raw it nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

So you offered him a small smile. The kind that said, I know. I feel it too. But we can’t.

He blinked, like he was trying not to feel it. Then looked away.

And in that quiet, stolen moment, you felt it more than ever—that impossible question pressing against your ribs like a bruise.

What would it be like… if it were Jiyong’s arm wrapped around you right now? If you were tucked into his side, his scent in your nose, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek? What if you weren’t pretending anymore?

Would it feel like freedom… or would it burn everything to the ground?

-

By the time the sky was shaded in dark blue, the guys had gathered for one last bonfire on the beach. Flames licked at the twilight, sparks crackling upward into the cooling air as laughter echoed along the shoreline. The firelight danced across their faces, casting warm shadows and illuminating the golden remnants of sun-kissed skin.

You sat quietly near the edge of the circle, nursing a drink and watching the stars begin to emerge like soft pinpricks in the darkening sky. There was a kind of magic to the stillness, a bittersweet beauty in knowing the trip was ending. You leaned back, letting your gaze trail upward. Daesung had sidled next to you, launching into a passionate tangent about astrology.

“So Y/S and Scorpio? Great emotionally, but physically? Not the best match,” Daesung explained, his voice animated, eyes sparkling as he sipped his drink. “But Y/S and Leo? That’s some chaotic shit—passionate, unstable, but crazy in love.”

Your heart stuttered.

You stopped listening. The words faded into a haze the moment you remembered—Seunghyun was a Scorpio. Jiyong was a Leo. Daesung had no clue he was even talking about you. He was just going on and on about the compatibility of different signs. 

Your throat tightened. Your drink suddenly tasting too strong. You let your eyes drift toward the fire again, scanning the faces of the boys. None of them seemed to be paying attention to you or Daesung’s wild ramblings, which was a small mercy. But your stomach twisted, the knot from earlier pulling tighter and tighter.

You stood up, heart thudding, and slipped away from the circle like a ghost. The sound of their laughter followed you as you disappeared into the dark. Joints passed from hand to hand. Cocktails clinked. No one called after you. No one noticed.

At least… you hoped no one noticed.

But you should’ve known better. By the time you made it to the far end of the beach, where jagged rocks met untouched sand and the only light came from the moon, Jiyong was already behind you. You had just lit a cigarette, the flame trembling slightly from your unsteady fingers, when his voice cut through the silence.

“Can we talk?”

“Talk about what?” you asked, your voice low, almost wary.

You didn't want to have this conversation. Not here. Not now. Not with the sound of the ocean lapping at the shore behind you, as if nature itself was trying to drown out the truth you both had been avoiding.

“Last night…” he said, hesitant. Like the words physically hurt to say.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you replied flatly, flicking the ash from your cigarette. “Didn’t happen.”

Jiyong looked at you like you’d just slapped him.

“Y/n…” His voice dropped, softer than you’d ever heard it. Vulnerable. Stripped bare. “I can’t just forget you.”

You inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs, using it like armor. “Yes. You can,” you said, exhaling slow and sharp. “You didn’t like me before, so why do you like me now?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but hesitated. “I-I did…like you. I… I love you.”

You blinked. The words hung in the air between you. A confession you didn’t ask for. A grenade with the pin already pulled.

Silently, you let the cigarette fall to the sand, crushing it beneath the sole of your sandal.

“You don’t love me, Ji,” you said, not unkindly. Just honest. “You love the idea of me.”

“That’s not true—”

“Isn’t it?” you cut him off. “Then explain it. Why did you treat me like shit? Huh? Why was the only time you ever touched me—really touched me—when you were pissed off or wanted to piss me off? When you needed to prove something?”

He looked away, shoulders tense, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he chewed on the guilt.

“Yeah, you figured out my kink. Congrats,” you said with a bitter smile. “Doesn’t mean you love me.”

“I just…” he trailed off, dragging a hand through his hair. “When I treated you like that, you were so… needy for me. You looked at me like I was the only person in the world. I got used to that.”

You looked at him for a long beat, something in your chest tightening. Pity. Anger. Maybe both.

“Sex is fun, Ji,” you said, your voice calm. Too calm. “But it’s not everything. And needing someone sexually doesn’t mean they’re good for you.”

Jiyong looked pathetic now. A far cry from the cocky, confident idol everyone else saw. He was just a boy tonight. Drawing shapes in the sand with his foot like he didn’t know what else to do with himself. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, trying to keep himself from reaching for you.

“I could take you nice places, you know…” he said quietly. “I could… treat you better now.”

“Jiyong, stop. Drop it!” you snapped, your composure finally cracking. “I’m with Seunghyun. You can’t just swoop in now that you’ve decided you want me. It doesn’t work like that.”

“How can I drop it, Y/n?” he asked, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were glassy now, holding onto tears he refused to let fall. “You came to my villa last night—my room—when I was balls deep in another bitch. Do you have any idea what that did to me? Seeing you standing there? Do you not realize how fucking happy I was? How happy I was to watch her run at the sight of you? How happy I was to—to kiss you again?”

The memory punched you in the gut. You hated how your body responded to it. How your mouth ached to taste him again. How your heart clenched at the way he’d held you, even if it was only for a moment.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, grounding yourself in the pain. You couldn’t let yourself go there. Not again.

“You have to drop it, Jiyong,” you said, voice quieter now. “Because Seunghyun is your best friend. And I’m not just some girl anymore. I’m his girl.”

His eyes dropped to the sand again, that familiar guilt settling back over him like a second skin.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “He deserves to be happy.”

You stood slowly, smoothing the fabric of your sundress, needing something—anything—to do with your hands. “I’m going back to my boyfriend now,” you said softly. “Okay?”

He didn’t look up. He just nodded.

“Goodnight.”

You turned and walked away, forcing yourself not to look back. Every step away from him felt heavier than the last.

Behind you, Jiyong remained planted in the sand, eyes fixed on the ocean as it crashed violently against the shore. The wind tousled his hair, but he didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

He wanted to scream after you. Wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked in that little white sundress, how he imagined peeling it off you with his teeth, how he still remembered the way you tasted, the way you sounded when you came undone beneath him.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, kicking himself silently for not being a better man when he had the chance to be yours.

-

The next morning felt like the aftermath of a storm — still and strangely quiet.

You barely slept. Maybe an hour in Seunghyun’s arms, but even then, you were only pretending. Pretending to be relaxed. Pretending to be content. Pretending not to wish you were somewhere else — with someone else.

“Did you have fun, baby?” Seunghyun asked as he zipped up his suitcase, his voice light.

You forced a smile so convincing it almost hurt. “Yeah! It was so nice to relax for a bit.”

Lie.

You couldn’t remember a single moment on this trip where you actually felt at peace. Everything had been a tug-of-war between guilt and longing. Every laugh had been forced. Every smile — borrowed.

The walk to the shuttle was a silent one. Seunghyun insisted on carrying both suitcases, as he always did. A gentleman. Always thoughtful. Always good to you. Too good. It only made the ache in your chest worse.

Jiyong stood off to the side, sunglasses masking his eyes, a cigarette dangling between his fingers as Seungri rambled beside him. But Jiyong wasn’t listening. Not really. His mind was somewhere else — locked on you.

You could feel it. Even without looking. The way his gaze followed the curve of your spine. The way his grip tightened around the cigarette when Seunghyun leaned in to kiss the top of your head, arms wrapped around your waist like you were already slipping away.

He looked calm. Detached. But it was all for show. Underneath those dark lenses, his eyes were strained with tears.

You said nothing on the ride to the airport. Nothing through security. Nothing when you sat down on the plane and the plush comfort of your first class seat enveloped you.

Seunghyun’s hand never left you. His fingers found their place at your waist, your back, your hand. A quiet reassurance that he was there. That he loved you. That he saw you as his.

“You feeling okay, baby?” he asked as he buckled his seatbelt beside you.

You nodded with another fake smile. “Yeah. Just... hate flying.”

More lies.

Across the aisle, Jiyong and Taeyang took their seats. Jiyong looked relieved to be free of Seungri for a few hours — but that small comfort didn’t last. Not when he saw you curl into Seunghyun like that. Like you belonged to him. Like nothing had happened.

It felt like a dagger twisting slowly in his chest.

He closed his eyes, tried to imagine what it would feel like to have you curled into him instead — your breath warm against his neck, the scent of your shampoo lingering on his hoodie. He’d kiss your forehead over and over until you drifted off to sleep. He’d hold you like the world couldn’t touch you. He wanted to be that man. But he wasn’t. Not anymore.

He chose to be the asshole. The one who let you slip through his fingers because he didn’t know how to love you right when it mattered most.

So he did what he always did.

He buried it. Swallowed it. Reached for a distraction.

“Can I get a double whiskey?” he asked the stewardess with a tired smile, eyes still hidden behind those damn sunglasses.

Because if he couldn’t have you...

At least he could numb the part of him that still wanted to try.

-

The next two months slipped by in a haze of quiet tension and routine. On the surface, everything seemed fine. No screaming matches. No confrontations. Just... stillness.

You thought the storm had passed.

After the trip, everyone fell back into their old rhythms like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t kissed Jiyong in the dark with your heart in your throat and guilt already pooling in your chest.

You and Jiyong barely spoke. You did your best to stay out of each other’s orbit, but being in the same building made that hard. The times your eyes met across a room, it was like time froze. He didn’t look at you the way he used to — with mischief or playfulness or barely hidden desire. Now, there was only sadness. A quiet, growing ache that sat heavy behind his eyes, like he was mourning something he never really had.

He didn’t jab at you anymore, no sarcastic remarks or teasing comments to make you roll your eyes and fight the coil building in your abdomen. No, now he just went quiet the moment you entered a room. And it killed you. Because his silence said so much more than his words ever could.

You filled the days with Seunghyun. Romantic dates. Laughter over candlelight. His fingers brushing over your skin with reverence, pulling pleasure from you until you were gasping his name. And you loved him. You loved him.

But still — the guilt haunted you like a shadow. Especially at night. Especially when the lights were off and you were staring up at the ceiling pretending to sleep, pretending not to feel Jiyong’s lips on yours still burned into your memory.

And then... the day came.

You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your laptop balanced on your thighs, sketches half-finished and fingers smudged with pencil. The pressure of the upcoming fashion show sat on your shoulders as you struggled to get the designs finished on time. But it was a welcome distraction. Designing was the only thing that made you feel like you had some kind of control.

Seunghyun had gone out with Jiyong that evening. It didn’t bother you as much anymore — not like it used to. Jiyong wouldn’t say anything. Not now.

-

Seunghyun tossed back his eighth shot, the sound of glasses clinking and low bar music blending into a warm buzz around them. He leaned into Jiyong, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender had cracked, slapping the counter like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

Jiyong laughed too, but his eyes were distant, his mind elsewhere. Everywhere but here.

“So how’s life?” Seunghyun asked, for what had to be the fifth time that night, his voice thick with alcohol.

Jiyong snorted. “Still great, hyung,” he said, throwing back another shot with a grimace.

“I miss Y/n,” Seunghyun said suddenly, the words slurring slightly as they spilled out.

Jiyong’s smile faltered, his chest tightening. “What’s she doing?”

“She’s designing our fucking outfits,” Seunghyun mumbled, rubbing at his face. “YG works her like a dog.”

“She’s good at what she does,” Jiyong replied, the words soft but sincere.

“She’s amazing,” Seunghyun agreed with a heavy sigh. “But... I feel like the abortion is taking a toll on her.”

Jiyong froze. His shot glass hit the counter with a soft thud, barely missing his fingers. His heart skipped — no, stopped — as he turned to stare at his best friend.

“The... the abortion?” he echoed, voice cracking. “You got her pregnant?”

Seunghyun’s eyes widened for a split second before he groaned and rubbed at his temples. “Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say anything. Fuck.” He dropped his head into his hands, his words muffled. “But you’re my best friend, man. And I need to talk to someone about it. I feel like I’m losing her.”

Jiyong sat frozen. Breathing shallow.

Seunghyun continued, not noticing the shift in Jiyong’s entire body. “She had a doctor’s appointment, like, a month after we started dating,” he explained, motioning sloppily for another drink. “We hadn’t even had sex yet...”

Jiyong’s stomach dropped like a stone. His skin went cold.

“What do you mean?” he whispered. “You hadn’t slept together yet? Then... how was she...?”

He already knew. But hearing it was something else entirely. He needed it out in the open. Needed the blade of the truth to cut clean.

“She was with someone before me. Which is fine, obviously,” Seunghyun said with a shrug, slurring harder now. “I don’t care about the past. I was there for her anyway. Held her all night. She took the pills and bled out in the shower…”

And that was it.

Jiyong stood abruptly, the bar stool screeching back. His hands were shaking.

“Where are you going?” Seunghyun called after him, confused and blinking. “Dude—Jiyong!”

But he didn’t respond. Couldn’t. His lungs felt like they were collapsing. His chest tight. His heart breaking into pieces too small to ever find again.

He stormed out, keys already in hand, shoving them into the ignition with trembling fingers. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the parking lot, tires screeching.

Tears blurred his vision. His knuckles went white around the wheel as he weaved between cars, the city lights streaking past in a smear of color and rage and heartbreak.

He didn’t even remember parking. Didn’t remember climbing the stairs. Just the sharp sound of his knuckles hitting your door.

The knock startled you, your pencil slipping and dragging a thick, jagged line across your newest sketch. “Shit,” you muttered, setting your notebook aside as you stood.

You assumed it was Seunghyun — maybe drunk, maybe hungry, maybe both.

But when you opened the door and saw Jiyong, red-faced and teetering on the edge of falling apart, your breath hitched.

“Jiyong?” you whispered. “What the hell—where’s Seunghyun?”

His voice was barely audible, but it hit you like a bullet.

“You were pregnant?”

Your knees went weak. The world tilted slightly, like the ground beneath you had just cracked in half.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

Jiyong stepped inside without waiting. His pacing started immediately, agitated and unsteady.

“You were pregnant,” he said again, louder. “I got you pregnant. Didn’t I?”

Your voice was caught in your throat. Tears burned behind your eyes. You nodded — once. Barely.

He inhaled sharply like the air itself had turned toxic.

“And you got an abortion.”

Another nod. Another tear falling.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” he roared, voice cracking as it echoed through your apartment.

You flinched, shrinking slightly where you stood. “It was my choice,” you tried to say, but your voice was thin. Broken. “I didn’t—”

“You let my best friend hold you while you killed our baby?” he screamed, chest heaving, eyes glassy with pain that didn’t have words big enough to explain it.

Your sob escaped like a scream caught in your chest. “Jiyong, I-”

But he was already unraveling. And so were you.

“I-I-I—” you stammered, your voice trembling, your lips unable to form words that could even begin to make sense of this.

Jiyong let out a broken, guttural sob as his knees gave out beneath him. His hands flew to his face, like he was trying to physically hold himself together — to stop the grief from spilling out.

You dropped to the floor with him, crawling across the space between you like it was life or death. “I’m sorry!” you cried, voice cracking as your hands reached out to touch him — but you hesitated, afraid to even lay a finger on him now. “Jiyong, we hated each other! It wasn’t supposed to mean anything! It was hate sex! I just wanted to bury it — bury us — in the past.”

His head snapped up, tear-streaked eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach twist.

“Are you fucking serious?” he choked. “I love you, Y/n! I have for a long time! And now—now I find out we could’ve had a baby? A family? And you never even gave me the chance to know?”

Your heart shattered.

“We weren’t even dating,” you whispered, as if that somehow justified it. But the words sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

Jiyong let out a bitter laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Yeah? And that made it easier to kill our kid, huh?”

You recoiled like he’d slapped you. “Don’t say that,” you begged, voice barely there. “Don’t you dare say that.”

But before another word could fall between you, another voice sliced through the chaos.

“So he was the guy?”

You both froze. Your heads turned in unison, dread crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Seunghyun stood just inside the doorway. Silent. Still. His eyes were fixed on you — not wide with rage, not twisted in fury. Just... hollow. Empty. As if something inside him had already been broken beyond repair.

He had followed Jiyong, just like he always did — loyal, steady, always showing up. But this? This was the one time he wished he hadn’t.

“Seunghyun,” you whispered, your throat tightening. You scrambled to your feet, tears blurring your vision.

Jiyong stood up too, stumbling slightly as the weight of the moment hit him all over again. He looked between you and his best friend, guilt crashing over him with a wave of nausea. And without saying another word, he turned and bolted out the door.

The silence that followed felt deafening. Like the air had been sucked out of the room.

Seunghyun didn’t move. He didn’t chase after his best friend. He just leaned against the wall, letting it hold him up while his mind tried to catch up with his heart.

You stood there, shaking, watching the man you loved unravel in front of you. “Seunghyun,” you choked out. “Please. I love you. I love you.”

He looked at you slowly, his expression unreadable. “You were fucking my best friend?” he asked, the words falling flat. Lifeless. Like he didn’t even have the strength to be angry.

You winced. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was a mistake. We weren’t together back then. You and I hadn’t even started dating—”

“But you were with him.”

You had no answer. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“When was the last time?” he asked, and this time his voice cracked. Not from rage — from heartbreak. From disbelief. From that unbearable moment when trust turns to dust in your hands.

Your mind spiraled, flashes of memories blinding you.

The morning before your first date with Seunghyun — Jiyong’s mouth on your skin, his hands gripping your hips, your breath coming in broken moans as he whispered things you never thought you’d forget. And the time he did it again right after your first date with his best friend.

The kiss in the villa — a moment that felt like the universe trying to remind you of something you'd buried too deep.

And now… everything was coming back up. Ugly. Raw. Real.

You opened your mouth to speak. To tell him the truth. To confess everything and beg him to stay.

And then—

*CRASH*

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[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[silverpiwon]

I passed this a few times on my tt thinking it was just a shitpost but then I saw this again and though “this is something Theo would do” and it turned it was him lmao

[astrotruther]

Astro Observations

misc. (i)

⛔️ TW: mention of anorexia and drugging❗️

♡ Venus Square Mars may attract obsessive people. In particular, people who obsess over their looks or fetishize them in some way. Brooke Shields had a whole nation obsessed with her at the mere age of 12. Eugenia Cooney has infamously attracted hoards of anorexia fetishists with her content. People with this placement may have a higher risk of drastic weight loss or gain.

♡ Either I meet too many Capricorn Suns by coincidence or it's a rather common placement. One reasoning could be that April is an ideal month for marriage in many places, especially ones where it gets unbearably hot in June. Spring adds to April's allure. Traditional couples often conceive right after tying the knot, making the pregnancy due in Capricorn season.

♡ Lilith is associated with sexuality but people focus too much ONLY on that facet of it. Lilith is associated with many other things like power, revenge and how one becomes a social pariah.

♡ Planets at 0° may symbolize struggle. Lana Del Rey has Sun at 0°. The Sun represents our ego. She had many controversies in 2020 including the mesh mask and her Instagram rant undermining POC artists. Even after criticism, instead of apologizing, she remained defensive. I believe that planets at 0° provide a lot of room for growth if the individual is genuinely interested in self-improvement.

♡ Aries Moon (ruled by Mars) and Scorpio Moon (ruled by Pluto, traditionally by Mars) despite being similar are perceived quite differently by people. The sign of Aries gives child-like quality to the native. They come off as cute and their sarcastic remarks are perceived as good humor. E.g. Rihanna roasting Helena Bonham Carter's sense of fashion. Meanwhile, one eyeroll from a Scorpio Moon, and they may come off as hateful and jealous. My advice to Scorpio Moons who want to be in the public eye, please never put on the mean girl persona. Tap into your kind side, it'll be received in a positive way and you'll attract genuine support.

♡ Venus-Mars aspects symbolize beauty; the difference may lie in how people perceive it. Venus Trine Mars are often called cute. People with this aspect are well-liked and have a good reputation. These are the people who may never be cancelled due to the halo effect they have. No matter how massively popular they are, people won't be digging up dirt on them, which is also why very little is known about these people's personal lives. These people often become a household name due to that one iconic thing they did, even if they decide to adapt a lowkey presence afterwards. Let me emphasize this with an extensive list of examples:

✧ Nina Dobrev (The Vampire Diaries), Zayn, Leighton Meester (Gossip Girl), Adele, Kit Harington (Game of Thrones), Sabrina Carpenter, Tobey Maguire (Spider-Man), Kate Middleton, Mandy Moore (A Walk to Remember), Jackie Chan, Jenna Fischer (The Office), Ana de Armas, Josh Hutcherson (The Hunger Games), Constance Wu (Crazy Rich Asians), Rowan Atkinson (Mr. Bean) and Alan Rickman (Harry Potter) have this aspect.

✧ Taeyang being the only member of former K-pop group BIGBANG who's had no controversies (also managed to keep his relationship hidden for a long time before revealing it with a wedding announcement), Khloé Kardashian being the least disliked Kardashian/Jenner sister, Cardi B admitting to drugging and robbing men, starring in Hustlers that glamorized it, hitting her career peak with WAP the very next year really drives the point home.

✧ I've also noticed this aspect in almost all Bollywood IT girls of their time: Priyanka Chopra, Aishwarya Rai, Anushka Sharma, Ayesha Takia, Dia Mirza, Divya Bharti, Parveen Babi - all loved by the general public despite the media scrutiny and misogyny that prevails within the industry.

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[rosystained]

p1harmony (01s): when you flash them while they're working (18+)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. keeho / theo / jiung x f!reader

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 1.4k words, suggestive/smut mdni (warnings under the cut)

a/n: i saw a tiktok about this and it got the gears turning....so here we are...

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. warnings: flashing, lots of boob and being naked mentions, dom!keeho, pet names (for reader: pretty girl / sweetheart (keeho), baby (jiung) ; for the members: kee, baby (theo), ungie), switch!theo, shy jiung, blowjob and implied unprotected piv / riding (theo) and fingering (f. receiving / keeho)

°❀.ೃ࿔* keeho: 

Keeho sits at the desk, bobbing his head for a moment before his hands fire away at the keyboard. His jaw is set, the muscle twitching every now and then when he clenches his teeth at a particularly hard challenge. 

Of course, Keeho always looks stunning, sharp eyes that draw you in every time like the cool ocean on a hot day and pretty lips you love to kiss silly and love having all over you—the same pretty lips that his tongue is peeking out of as he tries to concentrate on typing out the concept of the next album. The moist muscle glides over his lower lip before it retreats back into Keeho’s mouth, leaving the pink skin glistening in the bright light of the computer. 

Oh curse him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s noticed your staring by now and is doing this on purpose. Making your face as casual as possible, you try to carefully shift in the chair and return your attention to the book in front of you.

“Keeho,” you call lightly.

Your boyfriend hums, eyes still glued to the computer. “Yeah?”

“Keeho,” you reiterate, tone turning serious and this time getting his attention.

He pulls the earbuds out of his ears just in time to catch your soft giggle as you slowly lift the hem of your top until he can see your chest. When you bring the fabric to your teeth, freeing your hands to tease your nipple, Keeho’s gaze hardens, tracing the movement of your fingers carefully.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he warns, hooded eyes seeing right through you as you lower the cloth, “you better behave yourself, hm? You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you?”

With a shrug, you begin to turn away, keeping a careful eye on Keeho as you pretend to return to your book.

But your boyfriend knows better, knows you better, than that. He chuckles coolly and you can imagine the little eye roll and pull of his smirk lacing his face. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You’re in trouble.”

You put on a pretty smile, feigning ignorance as you turn the novel back down again and blink sweetly at him. “What do you mean, Kee? All I did was—”

The curl of your lips grows mischievous with the lift of the hem of your shirt once more, and with it, Keeho stands, stalking towards you. With long strides, he’s in front of you in a moment, already pushing your shoulders down to the couch cushions and slipping a hand in your shorts. “Looks like I have to remind you what happens when good girls misbehave.”

His fingers make quick work, already teasing, and you just know you’ll be in for a long night.

°❀.ೃ࿔* theo:  

Taeyang’s eyes are fixed on you, stern under the shadow of his lowered gaze, daring you to move. Suddenly in the spotlight, your hands are simply frozen, leaving your chest exposed to your boyfriend. After a moment of quiet passes, he chuckles quietly, setting the guitar that was once in his lap to the side and raising an eyebrow at you. 

Your lips part at the challenge, gears turning in your head. When yet another beat passes with you still stuck at the doorway, Taeyang begins to smile, a quick and low exhale from his nose the only movement between you. He reaches over for his guitar once more, his fingers wrapped around its neck.

“You know, if you were going to interrupt me, I figured you’d follow through a little more,” he taunts. 

Oh, that’s right. 

Your mind begins to reboot at Theo’s teasing, the comment sending your brain into overdrive and reminding you of why you’d wandered in here in the first place just a few minutes ago.  

If anything, your boyfriend was a tease, who loved to hold pleasure over your head and use just his voice to rile you up. In a feeble attempt to turn the tables, you’d wandered into your room where he was practicing guitar, coyly flashing him from the door. Yes, this time it’d be your turn.

Finding your bearings, you pull the hem of your top up, lifting it over your head and tossing it behind you as you make your way to Taeyang. Taking the instrument from his fingers, you set it aside and take its place in his lap, hands draped over your shoulders with a subtle smirk. His mouth parts into a small circle as he glances up to you from under his hooded gaze, no smart retort or witty quip in sight. Rather, he watches carefully while frozen in place, trying to anticipate your next move. 

With a satisfied smirk, you palm him, eliciting a small whine from his lips before you drag down the waistband of his sweats. And when you bring your mouth to his tip, Theo gasps, bucking into you. Hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue over his slit gives you one of his high moans, and now that you know he’s right where you want him, you pull off of him, a string of spit connecting your lips to his dick. 

“W-why—” His voice is whiny, his breaths falling quickly as he looks up at you with wide eyes like a lost puppy. 

“Patience, baby,” you coo. 

And with a quick kiss to his sensitive slit, you pick up your skirt, positioning yourself over his cock. Oh, you can definitely say Theo will be getting his payback tonight.

°❀.ೃ࿔* jiung:  

“I think it’d sound better if we add some drums in the background,” Jiung says, a few soft clicks of the mouse following his words. He leans forward, resting a hand on his elbow while, you guess, Keeho thinks over the suggestion. 

“Maybe a snare?” he continues. “I just feel like something’s missing but I can’t put my finger on it.”

His fingers make quick work at the computer, clacking noises filling the office. With each pop of the keyboard, his brows furrow just a little steeper, tension growing as Jiung’s frustration does too. 

Your heart always aches when he starts to beat himself up when he’s frustrated it isn’t working out right. If only he could see and hear it from your point of view. You love just about everything Jiung produces, and you know with how hard he works it’ll be perfect in the end. 

With a quiet sigh, your eyes wander to the clock. Well, he’s been here just about all day, hasn’t he? Deciding it’s time to get your boyfriend to take a break, you slowly approach his desk, waiting patiently for his attention. 

After a couple moments of clicking and typing, Jiung lifts his eyes from the screen to you, a soft smile lacing his lips. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs. “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” you hum. “I was just thinking…” 

He tilts his head, urging you to continue, and you bite your lip as you lift the hem of your t-shirt, watching Jiung’s face bloom shades of pink and red. You can practically see the  gears turning and stuttering in his mind, his gaze fixed on your boobs. 

When he starts sputtering and spins back to the computer, you can guess that Keeho had asked something about your presence and Jiung’s weird silence followed by incoherent noises, his hands flying across the desk and accidentally hanging up the call.

“I-I—baby,” he falters.

You put on a pretty smile as you slide into his lap, taking his large hand in yours and cupping it around your boob. “You work so hard, y’know, Ungie,” you coo softly, reaching for his headset and setting it down. “I thought you could use a break…”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, massaging smooth circles over your chest with his thumb. “Well…you’re right…maybe I was due to clear my head for a bit,” he murmurs. 

Now close and with Jiung’s headphones abandoned on the desk, the chimes of an incoming call echo in the room. Keeping his eye on you, Jiung reaches for the mouse, accepting it and letting Keeho’s voice ring out. “Jiung? What happened? I thought you said we should finish this part tonight.”

You blink innocently at your boyfriend, hands draped over his shoulders as you tilt your head, beckoning him to answer. 

He’s vaguely aware of the racing of his heart in his chest and gives a gentle squeeze, a mischievous grin lacing his lips when you begin to shudder. 

“N-nevermind,” he blurts out, hands scrambling to leave the call before they quickly find their place on your chest again. “I changed my mind.” 

a/n: i live. i have a few other things i wanna finish (mainly jiung fics 😭) but im getting ko-ed by uni a little bit rn so when ill actually finish them is tbd...i do have some ideas for possibly finishing this reaction for maknae line but i wanted to post smthn sooner since idk when ill finish anything anymore so we'll see...im a little tipsy as im writing this i think so i cant be held responsible for if this was terrible and a flop ‼️anyway hopefully i will have some jiung meal for this blog soon 😁🤞 but until then take care see you later!

[angel-writes-here]

Desire in the Shadows

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader x Choi Seunghyun Synopsis: Fun times on vacation lead to fun times in the bedroom Warnings: SMUT! Protected p in v, oral (both receiving) praise kink, pet names such as kitten, good girl, baby, etc. Semi exhibitionism, fingering. A/N: I hope you guys like this! Comment to be added to my taglist! ❣ Requests are OPEN

Dinner was running smoothly; laughing, conversation, and a nice flow of drinks for the whole group, it was warm, inviting and felt a smidge nostalgic. Big Bang was on a short break in between their shows and the group decided a mini vacation was the perfect way to spend it.

Jiyong kept his hand on your thigh the whole night, and while you weren’t shy about your boyfriend’s PDA, you would catch Seunghyun staring sometimes. If he seen that you noticed, his attention would divert, almost always. But tonight, the alcohol does it’s thing and gives everyone a little bit of liquid courage.

Back at the hotel, Daesung, Taeyang and Seunghyun bid you and Jiyong good night. The two of you start the night off with a movie, but it quickly turns into steamy make out session, tongues battling each others, soft moans and chuckles against each other's mouths, and teeth that would nibble someone's bottom lip. Both of you blissfully unaware of the older member’s actions.

He sits in his room, trying to watch tv but the image of you in your dress from dinner, sitting across from him, the dim lighting letting him see just enough of your cleavage to make him nervous is burned into his brain. He can’t stop thinking about it.

So, he does what any man would do when he can’t stop thinking about his hyung’s girlfriend, he rubs one out.

Unable to ignore the tight feeling in his pants he begins to pump his own length, legs sprawled out, door locked, of course.

Slowly at first, curses fly out under his breath, his eyes are closed as he leans back, stroking himself to the image and his mind flows to what your mouth would feel like, the texture of your tongue against the thickness of his cock. How it would feel swirling around the head. He knew it was wrong; you loved Jiyong and Jiyong loved you, but he just couldn’t help himself, he was hard at dinner and thank God he was able to conceal it.

His heavy breathing fills the room upstairs, soft groans and moans follow shortly as he picks up the pace, spreading his precum over himself to make his hand move quicker, This isn't about taking his time, it's about getting off so he can be done with it. A warm coil forms in his belly, and your name falls from his lips in hushed whispers as he finds an inconsistent pace the closer and closer he gets. It’s not long before hot white streaks are coating his stomach and he’s trying to catch his breath.

Meanwhile you and Jiyong have decided to put the pool to good use. At first you're swimming, lightly splashing each other and having a good time, then you were looking out over the city at the edge of the infinity pool, the lights illuminating the sky.

Jiyong comes up behind you, pressing kisses to your neck, you sigh and lean back into him, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his tongue darting out over your skin. You hum in response and he chuckles against your skin.

His fingers brush your chest, nipples hard from the cool air. The sensation travels down into your belly. Jiyong mimics his movements and thus a moan leaves your throat.

“Shh, jagi,” he teases.

“Do you want us to get caught?” Jiyong’s smirk is evident in his face. You can feel his cock, hard and ready against your ass. Jiyong’s hand dips under the water, quickly finding your clit and begins to rub circles slow and teasing.

Your hips jerk and small whimpers fall from your lips as he feels your grind down under the water.

“Aww, pretty girl, you want me to go faster?” His voice drips with a mock sympathy.

“Please,” you whine.

-

Seunghyun finally calms down, taking a cigarette out and stepping out onto his little balcony that overlooks the pool. He see’s you and Jiyong at the edge, and starts to hear your whimpers and moans softly bouncing off the walls of the building. He takes a drag off the cigarette, listening to you, practically feeling you on his all ready hard again cock.

He closes his eyes, it’s one thing for it to be a fantasy, to imagine everything, but now he has a memory he can cling to; for better or worse.

-

Jiyong can sense it, someone’s watching, and so can you, but your too far gone to care who it is or why they're doing it. If they want a show, then they’ll get one.

“Baby I ne- ah, need you,” you choke out. Jiyong turns you around and he attaches his lips to your neck smirking.

“Patience baby,” he teases. You see Seunghyun standing on his balcony. Your eyes are wide as you notice he doesn’t move.

“Fuck, Jiyong,” you say just a little louder than necessary.

Jiyong’s mouth forms into a smile against your skin.

“Is it him?” He asks against your neck.

“Mhm, watching us.” You whisper in his ear.

“You,” Jiyong teases before nibbling on your earlobe. Jiyong wasn’t oblivious to Seunghyun’s crush on you. But he wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for you ran, either.

You’re so focused on Seunghyun, who just stands there, not totally unaware you’ve caught him, when Jiyong gently starts fucking his fingers into your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh out as your head is forced to drop onto his shoulder from the pleasure. Your breathing becomes heavier and by the time you have the strength to pick your head back up, Seunghyun is gone. Your heart races a little.

Your hips move in time with Jiyong’s thrusts, his long fingers hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuck, fuck,” you choke out in his ear. Your arms go around his shoulders, holding onto him as you can feel your orgasm build stronger and stronger. The water around you is sloshing and you’re doing your best to not wake up anyone sleeping around you.

Your mouth is pressed beside Jiyong’s ear, panting heavily, when you catch a glimpse of Seunghyun downstairs, just inside the doors. Your mouth drops open in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed for a second as your orgasm washes over you and your hips roll, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

“Fuck, he just seen me cum,” you whisper in his ear. Jiyong can only chuckle as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock.

“Now he can watch you get fucked,” he taunts as his hips move quickly. The water making waves around you.

“You wanted to get caught, didn’t you? Wanted him to see how pretty you look when you fall apart because of me? Hmm? So he watch you cum all over me and make a fucking mess?” he teases cockily. You groan in response, both form pleasure and small shred of embarrassment. You’d always wondered how bold Seunghyun would be. Tonight, you’re finding out.

Jiyong’s cock fills up every inch of your cunt, your nails dig into his bare skin as your breathing becomes more labored.

“Fuck, baby,” Jiyong curses as you clench around him. His hips snap against yours underwater.

“I can’t believe you wanted to get caught,” he laughs mainly to himself.

You can only whine in response, burying your head into his neck.

“Oh, so my hyung watching you get fucked turns you on,” he muses as a smirk appears on his face. He was teasing at first, but now he realizes you wanted this, maybe even fantasized about it. As your orgasm builds, Jiyong stills.

“Jiyong what the actual fuck,” you go to protest before he pulls out of you.

“Come on,” he huffs. The two of you get out of the pool and when you look, once again Seunghyun has disappeared. You towel dry off and you check his balcony; he isn’t there either.

“What are we doing?” Jiyong doesn’t answer. Only smirks and kisses your lips. He takes your hand and leads you inside.

“Go wash off,” he points to the bathroom once inside your room.

“Jiyong, seriously, you could’ve let me cum."

“Shh, stop protesting and trust me,” he winks. You do as he says and take off the damp swim suit, washing off in the shower. As the hot water cascades down your body, you hear the door to your room shut.

-

Seunghyun hears a knock on his door. When he see’s Jiyong his eyes grow wide and he slowly opens it, concealing the bottom half of his body behind it.

“Hey,” he says weakly, trying to look casual.

“You were watching us?” Jiyong can’t hide his smirk. Seunghyun’s face gives it all away.

“I, I, uh,” Seunghyun has no words.

“’s ok.” He shrugs.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He walks into the room. 

-

After the shower you walk out to see a sexy little set of lingerie that Jiyong had picked for you. He must have seen it and bought it while he was out shopping the day prior.

You slip it on and just as you’re sitting on the bed in a provocative pose, the door opens and you see Jiyong walk in, with Seunghyun in tow. Your eyes grow wide. Jiyong smirks at the sight before him.

“I-I didn’t know he was,” you scramble off the bed and Jiyong just walks over to you, both hands reaching up to rub your arms as Seunghyun stands on the other side of the room, he can’t quite make eye contact with you, but your eyes catch sight of the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widen and you look at Jiyong who has that knowing, cocky little smirk.

“It’s ok, you did exactly what you were supposed to.” He coaxes you back over to the bed.

“Come on, show me how beautiful you look,” he helps you move your body back to the way it was before they both entered. Seunghyun steals a glance at you, and what was meant to be a temporary flick of the eyes turned into him blatantly staring at you.

“God she’s gorgeous,” he groans. Jiyong smiles at you like you’re a prized painting he’s picked out.

“What do you say?” He taunts.

“T-thank you,” you blush under their gazes, Jiyong sliding in behind you pressing your back to his chest.

“I wanna watch,” he whispers in your ear and you glance at him, lip between your teeth.

“Come on, hyung.” Jiyong beckons. Seunghyun walks over, looking just over you, almost nervous to touch you.

“Tell him he can, kitten.”

You sit up from his back and take Seunghyuns hand, the nervous look on his face intensifies slightly as you pull him to you. You glance at his lips before you connect your yours to his.

Seunghyun follows you and gets on his knees as you lean back against Jiyong. Seunghyun moans into the kiss, eyes opening like he’s afraid he’s dreaming, only to see Jiyong placing feather like kisses onto your shoulders.

Seunghyun gathers a bit of courage and moves his lips to your neck, Jiyong doing the same thing at the same time. You gasp and their tongues dart out in unison to lick a stripe from your shoulder to just below your ear. The two move in sync, either together doing the same thing, or one right after the other. Your head is spinning when you feel Seunghyun’s hand rub gently over your clothed slit.

You whimper in response.

“Use your words,” Seunghyun reminds you playfully.

“Don’t tease me,” you squirm.

“Patience Jagi. I told him to take his time,” Jiyong whispers as his hands move to your chest, nipples hard through the thin material.

You feel each boy pull down a strap from the top and it’s swiftly removed. Seunghyun takes a moment to drink in your appearance.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” He smirks at you. Seunghyun nods like he’s all ready gone dumb.

He leans in and kisses your lips once more before attaching his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue around, flicking the hard bud.

“You want me too or just him?” Jiyong asks. Thought of both of them had you squeezing your thighs together.

You glance at Jiyong and look at his face closely.

“I want you both,” you gasp as Jiyong’s finger lightly squeeze’s your unattended nipple. He moans.

“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear causing you to shudder. You can feel the heat radiating from your pussy. Your thighs rub together as Jiyong wraps his mouth around your other nipple and both of them flick and stimulate you. They both look up at you through their lashes.

You’re leaning back against the pillows when your feel two hands go up the inside of your thighs; one is Seunghyun’s and one is Jiyong’s. Seunghyun abandons your breast, your nipple getting harder as the cool air hits it.

He kisses down your stomach, glancing at Jiyong, who kisses his way back up to your lips. Your mouth is open and his tongue runs across yours when you feel Seunghyun play with the straps of your panties, he playfully snaps one against you and you jump a little, eliciting a quiet chuckle from him.

Jiyong bites your lip gently before pulling away. He allows you to look at his Hyung as he settles between your legs once your panties are gone.

“Come on, watch him,” he mumbles and you blush as Jiyong nibbles on the skin on your neck.

Seunghyun spreads your soaked folds with his fingers.

“God you’re already this wet?”

“She got off on you watching her,” he teases and you whine, wanting to hide your face.

“Ah, ah, ah, good girls watch their boyfriend’s best friend eat their pussy. You watch and I’ll let you cum for him.” Your cunt clenches around nothing and Seunghyun takes that as his cue to start. He kitten licks at your clit, testing to be sure you’re comfortable. When your hips push down to him, he starts swirling his tongue in more consistent circles, making your back arch off the back of the bed.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan out. Seunghyun grins, his hips pressing down into the bed a little as he starts to rut.

“Fuck this is hot,” Jiyong groans against your ear.

“Watching him take care of you, you falling apart,” he captures your lips in a possessive kiss as Seunghyun’s tongue teasingly sticks in your hole tasting you.

He goes back to licking and lapping at your sensitive bud. You watch as Seunghyun quickly raises up a little and puts two of his fingers near your mouth.

“Suck them,” he says dominantly. Once again, your walls contract around nothing. He watches as his fingers disappear and his cock starts leaking as he feels the way your tongue swirls around them. Once they’re wet enough, he sticks his face back down in your heat and plunges his fingers into you, making you gasp and arch off the bed again. His fingers curl just enough to hit your g spot, your eyes almost brimming with tears once Jiyong plays with your nipples again, the stimulation feeling phenomenal and slightly over-whelming.

“Fuck, I’m, ah,” you whimper. Your hips roll with Seunghyun’s movements and he’s practically drunk on you, just content with making you feel as good as ever.

“Ah, fuck,” you hear Jiyong whimper as you look over and see his hand in his pants.

“Come, fuck,” your eyes shut at the intense feeling, “come here,” you pant as he inches closer. You replace his hand with your own, teasing him slightly as you pump his cock for him, his head falling back.

“Fuck,” he groans. Seunghyun speeds up his movements, your orgasm beginning to form causing your hand to quickly lose its initial rhythm.

“’s ok, jagi,” he pants slowly helping you take your hand off and replacing it with his own, wanting you to enjoy every ounce of pleasure you can.

“Ji,” you whimper over at him, the wet sounds filling the room.

“Go ahead,” he groans.

Your pleasure crashes into you like a truck, white stars appearing in your vision briefly as your body leaves the bed for a moment, your head digging into the mattress.

Your breathing is rapid and uncontrolled as Seunghyun beings to clean you up with his warm and smooth tongue, the ceiling being the only thing you can somewhat focus on until you feel Seunghyun’s lips just above your navel.

He kisses his way back to your lips, his tongue brushing yours.

“All fours,” he commands and you nod, too stimulated to speak at the moment.

You do as your told, Jiyong quickly tossing Seunghyun a condom. You hear the packet open and you lick your lips, watching your boyfriends cock leak precum.

“You want it?” He inches over to you and you look up at him as Seunghyun slides the condom on. Jiyong’s cock hits your lips a few times like he’s teasing you.

“Can you imagine if housekeeping came in? They’d see you and instantly see how you’re well you’re doing, taking both our cocks so well.” He praises and you close your eyes as the thought gives you a rush.

“Open.” He says and at the same time Seunghyun slams into you quickly, your mouth involuntarily opening from the pleasure it sends through you.

You choke out a moan before taking Jiyong’s cock into your mouth slowly bobbing your head as Seunghyun sets as steady pace. Jiyong can feel your moans and groans vibrate through him, the feeling magical and surreal.

You can feel Seunghyun’s fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck you’re taking my cock so well, ah,” he hisses as he looks down, watching it disappear and reappear with every thrust.

“Such a good girl for us,” Jiyong praises with love and adoration in his eyes as he strokes your cheek.

“So, fucking good,” Seunghyun pants as his thrusts get quicker. Your muffled shriek comes out as you feel him hit and practically abuse your sweet spot, the pleasure becoming overwhelming in the best way possible.

You do your best to keep a good rhythm for Jiyong, but it’s no use. So instead, he has you sit still.

“Tap me if it’s too much,” he murmurs before rocking his own hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat, triggering a gag that’s muffled.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Seunghyun mumbles.

“Just watch how good she does” Jiyong says as his hips start slamming into you, his cock choking you slightly as he feels your cheeks slide around his cock. He throws his head back, his orgasm approaching swiftly. It's hot, sticky, sweet and salty mixed together.

Jiyong.

“You’re doing so damn good. Taking it like a pro,” your pussy clenches around Seunghyun at Jiyong’s breathless words.

“Fucking hell, keep doing that,” he pants. Jiyong smirks knowing how his words of praise effect you.

“My pretty girl, all fucked out and still listening so well,” he praises.

“Do a good job and make him feel good,” your eyes close as, once again your walls clench.

Seunghyun slams into you with fury, Jiyong’s cock falling out of your mouth as your head drops, fingers grasping the sheets beneath you as another orgasm rips through you.

“Ah, ah, fuck,” Seunghyun chokes out as he fills the condom with his load. He pulls out of you, taking off the condom and tying it up. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

“One more baby girl, one more,” he kisses your lips sweetly, then your forehead before he takes Seunghyun’s place. Jiyong rolls on his own condom, swiftly filling you back up. The over stimulation causing your body to tremble.

“Give me a second,” you pant as you feel him leave kisses on your shoulder blade.

“You’re doing so good, such a good girl for us,” he whispers and you take a deep breath. Seunghyun watches intently.

Jiyong slowly starts to move, his hips easy and unrushed, both of you moaning as your walls immediately begin to close around him at the full feeling.

You look over at Seunghyun who looks totally fucked out.

“Come here,” you beckon him over, instantly putting his cock in your mouth. He hisses as your tongue swirls over his head, you tongue flat against his slit.

“Ah,” his hips jerk, forcing your nose to his pelvic bone.

“Mm, fuck. Doing so good,” Jiyong grunts as his hand reaches around to rub your clit. You whimper against Seunghyun’s cock that’s all ready twitching and you’re close to your own orgasm once again.

“Fuck just a little more, come on you can do it.” He starts slamming his hips into you brutally, skin slapping skin fills the otherwise quiet room. Seunghyun matches his speed and as if a giant wave hits, the three of you explode at the same time.

Jiyong into the condom.

You all over his cock.

Seunghyun down your throat.

The two boys pull out of you at the same time, both flopping on the bed. You fall on your side, facing Seunghyun as Jiyong crawls in behind you, peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

“That was amazing, y/n,” Seunghyun compliments.

“I told you she’s great,” Jiyong says proudly making you hide your face in Seunghyun’s neck. When you go to stand to get in the shower, Seunghyun practically catches you from your wobbly legs. He smiles pridefully at you.

“You ok?” You swat his chest playfully.

You nod sheepishly. The boys exchange a smirk.

The shower is large enough for the three of you and warm, the three of you step in there together, mainly so you don’t fall. Seunghyun washes your back for you while Jiyong works on your front, lathering the soap. Seunghyun washes over the curve of your ass, giving it a small squeeze.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Jiyong asks as he rubs the loofa over your stomach.

“Mhm,” you say still in a slight daze. One that makes Jiyong chuckle and his heart swell.

“Is it something you think we need to do again?” Seunghyun whispers in your ear. You crane your neck to look up at him and nod.

“Mhm,” you bring his neck down for a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you smile lazily at him as Jiyong washes the front of your legs. Once he’s back on his feet, you kiss him.

“Thank you,” you smile letting your foreheads rest together again. The three of you alternate washing duties. After your shower, you put on one of Jiyong’s shirts and a fresh pair of panties and cuddle up to both of them, falling asleep in between them.

“She’s so pretty when she sleeps,” Seunghyun compliments quietly. Jiyong nods, looking down at you with pride.

“You want wake her in the morning?” Seunghyun smirks and Jiyong nods, knowing exactly what his friend is talking about.

-

The next morning, your stir awake to a tongue lapping little circles on your bud, Seunghyun smiles down at you as your face is twisted in pleasure and still a little sleep. You can’t help but writhe beside him as Jiyong’s tongue claims your heat.

“Good morning, princess,” Seunghyun’s morning voice says in your ear. You shutter at how deep and sexy it sounds. A whimper escapes you and before you can protest, Seunghyun’s lips are attaching to your neck, biting down on it causing a small mark.

“God you’re so sexy in the morning,” Seunghyun rasps. You kiss his lips passionately as your hand pushes Jiyong further into you. Your foreheads rest together as you cum, your breaths short and labored.

Jiyong climbs up, flipping the blankets off of his head with a wide gummy grin.

“Morning, Jagiya,” he smiles as he practically lays on top of you to kiss you. You hum into it, not ready to leave the bed.

“Can’t we stay here all day,” you slightly pout.

“We have to leave the room, babe.” Seunghyun says with a kiss to your forehead before getting up.

Downstairs you meet Daesung and Taeyang for breakfast. They’re at the table when the three of you walk in. Both of them wearing knowing smirks.

“What?” you ask, a faint blush painted onto your cheeks.

“Did you guys sleep ok last night?” Daesung asks with a grin wider than normal.

“Slept fine,” you shrug.

“Sounded like it,” Taeyang says before the two fall into roars of laughter. You blush and hide your face in Jiyong’s neck.

“Hey, don’t be jealous we got her and you didn’t.” Jiyong teases.

“Wait, what do you mean we?” Now all of you are blushing a shade of pink as you sit down to have breakfast.

Tags: @breakmeoff (Thank you for the idea babe!)

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[daniiye]

The Patient ; Lovesick.

pairing ; choi seunghyun x reader  ─  genre ; romance & angst? (kinda) warnings ; none, this is my first time writing, so there would be imperfections. note ; inspired by ♡ doctor! doctor! by zb1. (pt2 is here!).

You've been a backup dancer for BIGBANG for years, forming close bonds with every member—except Seunghyun. For some reason, he always kept his distance, his interactions with you limited to brief, polite exchanges. It never bothered you; if that was how he felt most comfortable, you respected it without question.

What you didn’t know, however, was that from his perspective, the distance wasn’t indifference—it was self-restraint. Seunghyun had developed a huge crush on you, one that only seemed to grow the more he watched you from afar. He wasn’t good at expressing emotions, and instead of risking awkwardness or letting his feelings slip, he chose to keep things short and simple. It was easier that way—or so he told himself.

Seunghyun prided himself on his self-control. He had built walls around himself, carefully maintaining a cool, untouchable image but lately, something was wrong. His heart pounded at the most inconvenient times—when you laughed, when you danced, when you so much as looked in his direction. His throat tightened around words he couldn't say, and a strange, unbearable heat crawled up his neck whenever you were near.

It was an illness. It had to be, right?

and thats how frustrated sitting in a doctor’s office, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He explained his symptoms as vaguely as possible—racing pulse, breathlessness, an unshakable restlessness. The doctor listened, then smirked knowingly. “Sounds like a classic case.”

really? classic?

Seunghyun tensed. “Classic case of what?”  The doctor scribbled something down and handed it over. Seunghyun stared at the paper, confused.

Lovesick.

His ears burned. “You’re joking.”

The doctor chuckled. “No cure, I’m afraid. But the best treatment? Tell them how you feel.”

Seunghyun scoffed, stuffing the paper into his pocket. Like it was that simple. Like saying the words wouldn’t set his whole world on fire.

Seunghyun pushed open the practice room door, stepping inside to find his bandmates already there, stretching and chatting amongst themselves. The moment they noticed him, all eyes turned his way. Taeyang was the first to speak, his brows knitting together in concern. “Is everything alright, hyung?” Seunghyun hesitated for a split second before averting his gaze, busying himself with adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. He couldn’t exactly tell them the truth—that he had just been diagnosed with something far worse than a simple illness.

“Yeah..” he muttered, voice steady despite the turmoil in his chest. “Just a cold.” Daesung chuckled, nudging Ji yong. “Told you he was acting weird. Hyung, you should rest if you’re sick.” Seunghyun only shook his head, forcing a small smirk. “I’ll live.” 

But as the practice session began and his eyes inevitably found you across the room—moving effortlessly, completely unaware of the chaos you stirred inside him. The moment the choreographer called your name alongside Seunghyun’s for the Bae Bae pairing, his stomach dropped. He kept his expression neutral, nodding like it was no big deal, but inside? Inside, he was a mess. As you stepped closer, waiting for the music to start, Seunghyun swallowed hard. He could already feel the heat creeping up his neck. This wasn’t just any performance—this was a routine laced with intimacy, closeness, touch. 

The first notes of the song played, and suddenly, you were in sync, moving together as if gravity itself pulled you toward each other. Your hand brushed against his, and Seunghyun felt like his heart might actually give out. Every glance, every perfectly timed movement sent electricity through him. He was supposed to be cool, effortless, in control. But right now? Right now, he was fighting for his life.

As the final beat of Bae Bae faded, Seunghyun stepped back, trying to steady himself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his pulse hammering in his ears.

Why the hell am i so out of breath?

His shirt clung uncomfortably to his skin, drenched in sweat like he had just run a marathon—not simply danced a routine he had done countless times before. But this time was different. This time, you were in his arms, your touch lingering, your eyes meeting his like you could see right through him.

“Hyung, are you okay?” A firm hand landed on his shoulder. Seunghyun barely registered it, still bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. He glanced up to find Taeyang watching him with concern. “I’m fine,” Seunghyun muttered, quickly straightening up despite the way his legs threatened to betray him. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, forcing a small smirk. “Just... got too into it.” Taeyang raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You’re sweating like we just finished a whole concert.” Seunghyun waved him off, but his eyes flickered toward you—completely composed, unfazed, perfect. Meanwhile, he was falling apart over a few minutes of close proximity.

This wasn’t just a crush anymore.

This was disastrous.

Seunghyun wasn’t the type to panic, but after that dance practice, he had no other explanation—he had to be seriously ill. The dizziness, the racing heart, the breathlessness. It was getting worse. Every time you were near, it felt like his body was betraying him. Which is how he found himself back in the doctor’s office, arms crossed, jaw tight, again.

The doctor sighed, flipping through Seunghyun’s chart with a knowing smirk. “Didn’t we already go over this?”

“I just need to be sure” Seunghyun muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “There has to be something wrong with me.” The doctor leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen against his clipboard. “Alright. Let’s go through your symptoms again. Heart racing?”

“Yes.”

“Shortness of breath?”

“Yes.”

“Uncontrollable thoughts about a specific person?”

Seunghyun’s lips pressed into a thin line. “…Yes.”

The doctor chuckled, shaking his head. “Seunghyun-ssi, I told you before. You’re not sick. You’re in love.” Seunghyun scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not helpful. Give me something—pills, a shot, anything.” The doctor only smiled. “Love isn’t a condition that can be treated with medicine.” He scribbled something on a notepad and handed it over.

Seunghyun hesitated before looking down. Instead of a prescription, it was a single sentence:

The only cure is confession.

His grip tightened around the paper as frustration bubbled in his chest. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Because admitting it out loud? That made it real and Seunghyun wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

Meanwhile, you were in the practice room, waiting for Seunghyun to show up. He was taking longer than usual, which wasn’t like him so to pass the time, you found yourself chatting with Ji Yong and Taeyang, but even then, the topic inevitably shifted to Seunghyun’s odd behavior.

“Is it just me, or has he been acting weird lately?” Ji Yong asked, frustration evident in his expression as he leaned back against the wall. Taeyang hummed in thought, arms crossed. “Do you think he’s sick?” You frowned, considering it. “I don’t know…”

He had been acting strange. The way he avoided eye contact, how he seemed out of breath after practice, the way he would glance at you and then immediately look away like he was hiding something.

It wasn’t just you who noticed it.

Ji Yong exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, whatever it is, he better snap out of it soon. We have performances coming up, and we can’t afford distractions.” You nodded absentmindedly, but deep down, curiosity gnawed at you. What was going on with Seunghyun? And more importantly… why did you care so much?

Ji Yong glanced at your furrowed brows, his sharp eyes studying you. Then, with a knowing smirk, he tilted his head. “Y/N, why don’t you talk to him?” he suggested casually. “You’ve been his dance partner since forever.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”

Taeyang nodded, as if the idea made perfect sense. “Yeah. If something’s wrong, he might talk to you before any of us.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. It was true that you and Seunghyun had worked together for years, but he had always kept a certain distance—polite, professional, but never close. And lately, that distance felt even more obvious. Still, the thought of confronting him made your stomach twist.

“I don’t know…” you muttered. “If he wants to talk, he will.”

Ji Yong raised an eyebrow. “And if he doesn’t?”

Just as you were about to respond, the door to the practice room swung open, and Seunghyun walked in, holding a cup of coffee in one hand. His usual composed demeanor was slightly off, his posture stiff, but he still had that cool, aloof air about him and right behind him, Daesung caught up, his voice loud and slightly exasperated. Seunghyun didn’t even glance at him, taking a slow sip from his coffee. “I lost track of time,” he said, his tone nonchalant, but there was a hint of something you couldn’t quite place.

As soon as practice began, you couldn't help but notice Seunghyun’s movements. They were sharper, a little more rigid than usual, as if his mind wasn’t fully in it. His eyes occasionally flickered around the room, but never stayed on the routine, and his once fluid motions now seemed hesitant, like he was distracted by something you couldn't see. You turned to face him, trying to adjust your own movements to match his rhythm, but as the next step came, your foot slipped. In that split second, you lost your balance, stumbling forward and instinctively placing both your hands on his chest to steady yourself. "Sorry—" you started to say, but before you could even finish, Seunghyun suddenly pulled back, his eyes wide with something you couldn't quite read.

His hand pressed against his chest, and you watched, a bit taken aback, as his breathing quickened. His eyes darted away from you, refusing to meet your gaze, and you could hear his breaths growing more shallow with every passing second. It was like he was struggling to keep himself under control, as if your touch had triggered something deep inside him he wasn’t ready to confront. "I'm taking a break..” Seunghyun muttered under his breath, his words barely audible as he swiftly turned and walked out of the practice room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the rest of you standing in stunned silence. For a moment, no one said anything. Then, Taeyang exchanged a glance with Ji Yong, who raised an eyebrow. Daesung's face softened in concern.

As you made your way toward the door, ready to follow Seunghyun, Ji Yong quickly stood up, his usual playful demeanor replaced with something more urgent. “I’ll go with him,” Ji Yong said, his voice calm but firm. “He’s probably going to shut down if it’s just you.’’ You nodded, appreciating Ji Yong's concern. He knew Seunghyun better than anyone, after all. Without another word, Ji Yong slipped out of the room, moving fast to catch up with Seunghyun before he could disappear too far.

Left alone with Taeyang and Daesung, you sank into one of the chairs, your hands resting on your knees as you tried to gather your thoughts. The room felt quieter now, the energy from the practice gone, replaced by an awkward silence.

You glanced toward the door, your thoughts heavy. You couldn’t help but wonder what Seunghyun was feeling, what had made him act like this. He’d been distant with you lately, avoiding eye contact, acting like he was physically ill, but it wasn’t like him to pull away from the group. There had to be more to it.

Ji Yong hurried down the hallway, his steps quick but careful as he kept his eyes peeled for Seunghyun. After a few turns, he found him—sitting alone in a quiet corner, a bottle of water resting in his hand. His posture was slumped, his eyes distant as he stared down at the label, not even taking a sip. The atmosphere between them was always natural, always easy—yet, tonight felt different. Seunghyun was distant, the familiar cool, collected front he always wore cracking under some invisible weight. Ji Yong stood for a moment, watching him, unsure how to approach. Seunghyun hadn’t noticed him yet, too lost in his thoughts.

“Hyung,” Ji Yong called softly, taking a few steps closer. Seunghyun’s head snapped up, and for a brief second, his expression was a mixture of surprise and something softer—guilt, maybe? He quickly masked it, returning to his usual unreadable expression, though his hand tightened around the water bottle.

Ji Yong slid onto the bench next to him, not even waiting for an invitation. “I think you know why I’m here.” His tone was light, teasing even, but there was an undercurrent of concern that Seunghyun couldn’t miss. Seunghyun glanced away, his gaze momentarily flicking to the floor. “I’m fine. Just needed a break.”

“You can’t keep avoiding everyone. Something’s been bothering you for a while now.” Ji Yong’s voice softened, but his words were still direct. Seunghyun sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. It was clear now that he couldn’t dodge the conversation any longer. His fingers drummed lightly against the water bottle as he thought about how to respond. Ji Yong, sensing his hesitation, leaned in slightly, his gaze steady and patient. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Ji Yong,” Seunghyun admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lowered from his neck, his grip on the water bottle loosening, the tension in his body finally starting to unravel. “I don’t know how to deal with it.”

Seunghyun’s voice was barely audible, as if he had just whispered his deepest secret to the air, unsure if he even meant to say it out loud. His eyes were fixed on the floor, avoiding Ji Yong’s gaze. “I like this girl..” Seunghyun continued, his voice wavering ever so slightly. “But I’m afraid she doesn’t like me back.” Ji Yong froze, his heart skipping a beat as the weight of Seunghyun’s words sank in. He had suspected something was off, but hearing the words spoken so vulnerably—so raw—hit him harder than he expected. “I’m not… I’m not asking for advice or anything. I just don’t know what to do.’’ Seunghyun said shaking his head.

Ji Yong smiled softly, placing a hand on Seunghyun’s shoulder. “The worst thing you can do is leave it unsaid.’’ For a long moment, Seunghyun stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on the bottle in his hands, deep in thought. The words weren’t easy, and the idea of taking that leap was terrifying. But Ji Yong’s words lingered, like a quiet encouragement, urging him to finally take the step he had been too afraid to make and with a slow, deep breath, Seunghyun finally spoke. “I’ll think about it.”

ill think about it...will i ?...

Days went by, and Seunghyun’s condition only worsened. He had tried to bury the emotions he’d been holding inside, thinking that time would simply let them fade. But the fear, the anxiety, the constant tension in his chest—it wasn’t something that was going to disappear on its own. It was consuming him, little by little. Going back to visiting the doctor, explaining how his anxiety was worsening and affecting his daily life, especially around the girl he liked. The doctor prescribed medication to help manage the symptoms but emphasized that the real solution lay in addressing the root cause. Seunghyun left with the prescription, knowing the pills wouldn’t fix his deeper emotional struggles.

The day of the concert arrived, and Seunghyun could barely focus. His mind was a tangled mess of anticipation, anxiety, and confusion. He had made up his mind: after the concert, he would finally confront you. He would tell you everything—about the way he felt, the way you made him feel like his heart was constantly on the edge of bursting, and how he couldn’t stand bottling it up anymore. It had to be today. The show went on, the crowd’s energy pumping through him, but no matter how loud the music, he couldn’t drown out the constant hum in his chest. All he could think about was you, wondering if you felt anything close to what he did.

After the concert, he searched for you backstage, his heart racing as he pushed through the crowd of staff and fellow artists. He needed to find you, to finally have this conversation, to end the turmoil inside him. His thoughts were racing when he finally caught sight of you, standing a few feet away, laughing with someone. At first, he didn’t think much of it, but as he got closer, his heart dropped. You were standing there, leaning in toward the guy beside you with a smile that made his chest tighten. They were close—too close. His mind ran wild with assumptions, his stomach twisting into a tight knot. The guy had his hand casually resting on your shoulder, and your laugh, the one he cherished so much, sounded different, lighter.

A sudden wave of panic and bitterness washed over him. His breath hitched, and before he could stop himself, he turned away, retreating into the shadows. The sight of you with another guy, so carefree, hit him harder than he could have imagined. He stood in the dark hallway, eyes shut tight, fighting back the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He clenched his fists, the words he had wanted to say to you suddenly stuck in his throat. Were you already taken? Was he just a fool for thinking that maybe, just maybe, there was something between you two?

The feelings he had been carrying for so long now seemed pointless, like an invisible weight he couldn’t rid himself of. He had come here to confess, to face the truth but now, all he could do was turn away. It was easier, less painful, to bottle it all up and pretend like everything was fine.

With one final glance at the laughter echoing from the corner, he walked back into the chaos of the backstage area, hiding the turmoil inside. He’d carry these feelings with him, locked away, just like he always had and just like before, he’d let them simmer in silence.

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𓂃⠀𓈒 taeyang x fem!reader x intak

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words

request: “why don’t you practice on him first?” + corruption kink

✎… sub!reader, less experienced!reader, corruption kink, oral sex (m!rec), deepthroating, gagging, praise, pet names, ball sucking, face fucking

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“You two are acting weird.”

Intak stops mid-step, holding soda cans in his hands. His suspicious gaze moves between you and Taeyang as curiosity knits his brows together. “Like, all night. Is something going on?”

Your heart stumbles at the question - not just because he asked, but because of the way Taeyang turns and looks at you. Like he’s waiting for you to answer.

But you hesitate. And before you can find the right words, Taeyang exhales - a dramatic, long sound of impatience; as though he got bored of waiting.

“She wants me to teach her how to give blowjobs.”

“Taeyang!” Your voice raises mortified.

“What?” He shrugs, as if he truly doesn’t see the problem. “It’s just us here.”

Your lips press together as you dart a glance at Intak who sits down, curling fingers around the can.

“I never said I wanted you to teach me,” you mutter, shifting in your seat before stealing another look at Intak, “I told him I’ve never done it before, and he…“ you gesture vaguely to the boy beside you, “suggested helping me out.”

“And you agreed,” Intak states, slow and deliberate.

There’s something about the way he says it that makes your stomach twist.

“Yeah, basically…” you finally say with voice quieter than before.

Intak keeps his gaze upon you, meanwhile, Taeyang’s eyes earn a spark of mischief as he stretches arms behind his head; there’s a contemplative smirk settling on his lips.

“Actually,” he draws out the word like he’s just had a brilliant idea, “why don’t you practice on him first?”

“What?”

You’re surprised your voice didn’t just crack.

Has it been written all over your face? That you wanted to practice with Taeyang in order to become good, impressive, for Intak?

“Well, it’s kind of obvious you two already have something going on so,” he says, unbothered by your and Intak’s reactions. “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable starting with him instead of me.”

You take a peek at Intak again, expecting some kind of reaction. But all he does is shake his head slightly before cracking the drink open.

“I—”

“You don’t have to,” Intak finally speaks up.

“That’s true,” Taeyang nods, “you can back out whenever you want.”

“I’m not going to back out.” You say and it comes out too quickly, almost defensive. But then, your voice drops lower as you admit: “I want to be good.”

Your heart begins to race as a moment of silence follows.

Intak settles his drink down, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“I’m down,” he says, meeting your gaze, “if you really want to.”

Before you have time to process it, you leave the couch, stepping forward. When you settle between his legs, Intak’s gaze lands on your face, focusing upon the glimmer in yours. The direct contact ignites a rush inside you that remains strong even after you look down to unzip his pants.

Neither of you speak as Intak takes his cock, stroking it with a firm grip to get fully erected. It happens quickly, almost effortlessly, with you kneeling on the floor - and him, knowing exactly what you’re waiting for.

The warmth of your mouth welcomes an inch, and as it does, you can feel Taeyang’s gaze piercing right through you, taking in every small movement of your silhouette.

You focus on creating a pleasant, steady pace by slowly dragging your lips from top to base, hoping that it looks seductive. Getting familiar with Intak’s taste has your stomach swirling with delight, but you can’t ignore it… the lingering thrill from Taeyang’s presence in the room doubles the excitement.

A moment passes, and he’s suddenly beside you. His hand moves on the back of your head, putting enough pressure to hold you down. At first it was easy, but then, he slightly forces you up only to push you back down, and that’s when you fail to fight back the urge to gag; the noise wraps around Intak’s size, getting him soaked.

For a moment, you panick - what if he finds this unpleasant? What if you just ruined his pleasure? But before you can think further, a long, deep moan rips from his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, fuck!” He continues cursing; each new sound makes your chest flutter.

Taeyang’s hand backs away, and you raise to catch your breath.

“She’s doing so good already,” Intak’s praise cause your eyes to light up; he quickly grabs his base, tugging at it the moment you empty your mouth. This time, his motions are fast and intense, smearing a big amount of your saliva all over his skin.

“But she wants to do better,” Taeyang pets the top of your head, “right, sweetheart?”

Nodding, you separate glossy lips, ready to lean in. Intak’s tip, leaking with arousal, has earned a tint of red, and the sight of it tempts you into sticking out your tongue.

But Taeyang’s dominant grip shifts your head elsewhere.

“Grab his balls with your mouth.” His voice dips as he smirks with anticipation. “That’ll always earn you extra points.”

You’re cautious at first - pressing your flat tongue and studying Intak’s expressions to ensure that you can continue. Seeing his jaw tense, his head fall back, and his fingers speeding along his length, encourages you to stretch your lips, then attach them to his balls.

They’re much harder, heavier, than you expected them to be.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good!” Intak begins to pant, forcing his eyes open to look down at you.

The thrill of your sucking lips has his core tightening. He completely melts once he sees you detach with a soft pop only to release tiny bit of your spit before smearing it all over, then catching them in your mouth again.

Taeyang’s hand remains at the back of your neck, squeezing on the sides just enough to remind you of his control over the situation. Observing your process with peaked interest.

“There you go, good job.” He signals you to detach. There’s a string of spit connecting you to Intak’s ballsack, but he doesn’t shy away from breaking it, sliding fingers through your mouth - which he sees in a very different light after this. “Can you try take all of it without gagging now?”

You nod; his fingers still circling your tongue.

Once they slip away, you open wider; tongue pressing against the underside of Intak’s cock as you go lower. You catch him moaning as you invite him deeper; one hand shifting to rest against his ballsack.

“Perfect,” Intak mutters nearly in a whisper; the same moment your lips close around the last bit of his base.

That’s when he places a hand on you for the first time since you went down on him. His fingertips tangle strongly in the roots of your hair, helping you out with building the pace.

Taeyang steps back; his own cock throbbing at the sight of you, at the noises erupting from your throat that’s trying to keep up with Intak’s thrusting.

“Shit, baby!” Intak’s hips strengthen the rhythm meanwhile his voice weakens. “Stay like this a little longer, yeah…”

And you do - until his body jerks, and his warm arousal spills inside your mouth.

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