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[g-division]

You were born to be a leader, not a follower.

[kpopfeeds]

BigBang's Discography

BIGBANG:

Release date: August 29, 2006

First Single

Intro (Put Your Hands Up)

We Belong Together feat. Park Bom

This Love

A Fool of Tears

BigBang is V.I.P:

Release date: September 28, 2006

2nd Single

La La La

My Girl

V.I.P

La La La (Instrumental)

BigBang 03:

Release date: November 22, 2006

Third Single

Victory (Intro)

Bigbang

Forever With U feat. Park Bom

Good Bye Baby

Laugh It Off

BIGBANG Vol. 1:

Release date: December 22, 2006

Studio Album

Intro (BigBang)

She Can't Get Enough

Dirty Cash

Next Day

Big Boy feat. Lee Eunju

Shake it

A Fool of Tears

Me Girl

La La La

This Love

Laugh it Off

Always:

Release date: August 16, 2007

Mini Album

Intro - We are BigBang

Lies

Unknow Number

Pretended

Oh Ma Baby

Always

Hot Issue:

Release date: November 22, 2007

Mini Album

Intro - Hot Issue

Fool

But I Love You

I Don't Understand

Crazy Dog

Last Farewell

For the World:

Release date: January 4, 2008

Japanese Mini Album

VIP -Intro

Big Bang (English Version)

How Gee

Lies (Korean/English Version)

So Beautiful (English Version)

La-La-La (English Version)

Together Forever (English Version)

Always (English Version)

With U:

Release date: May 28, 2008

2nd Japanese Mini Album

Intro-Gotta Be With U

With U (English Version)

Baby Baby (English Version)

This Love (English Version)

Mad About You

We Belong Together feat. Park Bom (English Version)

Shake It feat. Lee Eun Ju (English Version)

My Girl

Stand Up:

Release date: August 8, 2008

Third Mini Album

Intro - Stand Up

Haru Haru

My Heave

A Good Man

Lady

Oh My Friend feat. No Brain

Number 1:

Release date: October 9, 2008

Japanese Album

Intro

Number 1

Make Love (English Version)

Come Be My Lady

Haru Haru

With U

How Gee

Baby Baby (English Version)

Remember (English Version)

Heaven

Everything

Always (English Version)

Candle

Remember:

Release date: November 5, 2008

4th Mini Album

Everybody scream (Intro)

Oh, Ah, Oh

Sunset Glow

You Are My Light

Strong Baby

Wonderful

Foolish Love

Haru Haru (Acoustic Version)

Lies (Remix Version)

Last Farewell (Remix Version

Remember

Lollipop:

Release date: March 27, 2009

Single

Lollipop

Garagara Go:

Release date: July 15, 2009

Japanese Single

Gara Gara Go

Top of the World

BigBang:

Release date: August 19, 2009

2nd Japanese Album

Intro

Gara Gara Go!

Bringing You Love

Heaven

Stay

Top of the World

Follow Me

Baby Baby (Japanese Version)

Emotion

Always (Japanese Version)

Lollipop, Part. 2:

Release date: February 19, 2010

Single

Lollipop, Part. 2

BigBang 2:

Release date: May 11, 2011

3rd Japanese Album

Intro (Thank You and You)

Tonight (Japanese Version)

Somebody to Luv (Japanese Version)

Beautiful Hangover

Ora Yeah

Tell Me Goodbye

Ms. Liar (Japanese Version of Stupid Liar)

Hands Up

Love Song

Tonight

Release date: February 24, 2011

5th Mini Album

Intro (Thank You & You)

Hands Up

Tonight

Somebody to Love

What Is right

Cafe

BIGBANG (Special Edition):

Release date: April 8, 2011

Special Edition

Love Song

Stupid Liar

Tonight

High High

Oh Yeah feat. Park Bom

Cafe

I Need a Girl feat. G-Dragon

Somebody to Love

What Can I Do

Baby Don't Cry

Alive (Korean Version):

Release date: February 29, 2012

6th Mini Album

Intro (Alive)

Blue

Love Dust

Bad Boy

Ain't No Fun

Fantastic Baby

Wings (Daesung Solo)

Special Edition 'Still Alive':

Release date: June 3, 2012

Special Edition

Still Alive

Monster

Feeling

Fantastic Baby

Bad Boy

Blue

Bingle Bingle

Ego

Love Dust

Alive - Monster Edition:

Release date: June 20, 2012

Japanese re-released Album

MONSTER

FANTASTIC BABY

BLUE

FEELING

BADY BOY

EGO

M:

Release date: May 1, 2015

Single Album

Loser

Bae Bae

A:

Release date: June 1, 2015

2nd Single Album

Bang Bang Bang

We Like 2 Party

D:

Release date: July 1, 2015

3rd Single Album

If You

Sober

E:

Release date: August 5, 2015

4th Single Album

Zutter (GD & TOP_

Let's Not Fall in Love

Made Series:

Release date: February 3, 2016

Japanese Album

Loser (Japanese Version)

Bang Bang Bang (Japanese Version)

If You (Japanese Version)

Loser (Japanese Version)

Bae Bae (Korean Version)

Bang Bang Bang (Korean Version)

We Like 2 Party (Korean Version)

If You (Korean Version)

Sober (Korean Version)

Zutter (GD& TOP) (Korean Version)

Let's Not Fall in Love (Korean Version)

M.A.D.E:

Release date: December 12, 2016

Mini Album

FXXK IT

LAST DANCE

GIRLFRIEND

LET'S NOT FALL IN LOVE

LOSER

BAE BAE

BANG BANG

SOBER

IF YOU

ZUTTER

WE LIKE 2 PARTY

FLOWER ROAD:

Release date: March 12, 2018

Single

FLOWER ROAD

Still Life:

Release date: April 5, 2022

Digital Single

Still Life

[bangchanwifey]

lord if you hear this pls bring my parents back together 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[topsodapop]

✨🩷GDragon || MAMA 2024

[making-eggs]

new GD ubermensch pictures. oh he looks so good

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (5)

summary: sending your partner a sexy text prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong had never known true suffering until this moment.

He was horny.

Frustrated.

And ignored.

His phone burned in his grip, and every single unanswered call just mocked him.

It was past midnight, and he was stuck at this never-ending music video shoot, running on caffeine and fumes. The director was talking about re-shooting a scene, but he hadn't paid attention since your name lit up his phone.

[My Jagi] thinking about you

[My Jagi] what if I slipped my underwear off rn?

[My Jagi] you'd never know

[My Jagi] unless I just show you

Jiyong had stared at his screen.

His brain short-circuited.

His throat went dry.

His fingers twitched.

A beat of pure, filthy anticipation hit him like a truck.

His pulse skyrocketed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking yes.

You were out clubbing tonight with your friends, dressed in that tiny little black dress he already told you was dangerous. And now you were thinking about him like that?

His body reacted immediately.

His grip on the phone tightened as he licked his lips, thumbs flying across the screen.

[Jiyong] Jagi… don’t play with me.

[Jiyong] Send it.

[Jiyong] Right now.

He hit send and waited.

Nothing.

He saw the little 'read' notification pop up.

No response.

His jaw clenched.

His knee bounced aggressively. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, suddenly too hot, too tense, too ready.

Okay. Fine.

He hit FaceTime.

Declined.

Jiyong blinked.

Oh, you were not about to do this.

He called again. Declined.

Once more.

Declined.

Jiyong exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, frustrated and painfully hard.

[Jiyong] Why aren’t you answering??

[Jiyong] Jagi you know what you do to me.

[Jiyong] Jagi

[Jiyong] JAGIYA

[Jiyong] PICK UP PLEASE JAGIYA

His crew was looking at him funny now, because he was barely holding it together.

The director called for him.

"Hyung, we’re ready for the next - "

"I need a break."

"…What?"

"FIVE MINUTES." Jiyong was already jogging off set, fisting his hands through his hair.

Door. Slammed. Locked.

He immediately called you again.

You. Finally. Answered.

"Thank god," he exhaled roughly, one hand already on his belt, unbuckling.

Your giggle only made things worse.

"Switch to FaceTime," he ordered, fumbling with the zip of his trousers. "Your reception must be terrible, I’ve been trying to call you - You know what? It’s fine. All I need is your voice, baby."

Your giggles continued, light and teasing.

"Ji…"

"Just talk to me, hmm? Keep me company while I - "

"It was just a prank!"

Jiyong froze.

His hands stopped moving.

His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes narrowing as he processed what you just said.

"…What?" His voice was deadly.

You giggled again, like this was some kind of game.

"I was just thinking about you while waiting for my friend in the bathroom," you admitted, voice still so sweet, so innocent, like you hadn’t just ruined his high.

Jiyong stared blankly at the wall.

His entire body was hot, tense, throbbing, and ready to explode.

"You…" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You were just pranking me?"

"Mhm."

He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.

"Okay…" His voice was dangerously calm. "But… can we have phone sex right now?"

"Jiyong! You're supposed to be working."

He groaned and tipped his head forward, hair falling onto his forehead.

"Baby, please. I can’t go back out there like this. You did this to me. Take responsibility."

"No way," you laughed. "Get back to work!"

He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair.

"But I can’t leave this bathroom right now...Like this."

You giggled again, and he swore he was going to lose his damn mind.

"Okay, fine, I can help with that," you hummed, suddenly switching to a sweet, soothing tone.

He perked up again, readying himself.

"Think of… my dad."

Jiyong face scrunched up. Had he heard you correctly?

"Do - do you mean me?"

"Jiyong! No! Stop thinking like that. Oh, oh, wait, I forgot to tell you that I crashed the lambo the other day."

"Huh?"

"Oooh okay, this is a good one... do you remember that one time you saw Youngbae in a thong - "

"FUCK - NO! No, no, no - " Jiyong slapped a hand over his face, groaning in agony. "Oh Jagi why..."

You cackled.

He exhaled slowly, finally feeling himself calm down.

"Okay," he said smoothly, composing himself. "I’m ending this shoot early and picking you up."

"What? Ji - "

"Nothing's better than the real thing anyway."

And then he hung up

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

The dinner party was elegant.

Classy.

Polished.

Everything about the atmosphere demanded propriety - low lighting, soft music, the occasional tinkling of a champagne flute against crystal.

And then there was him.

Seunghyun stood across the room in a fitted suit, laughing softly at something someone had just said. One hand in his pocket, his posture lazy and elegant, while the other nursed a glass of wine. He looked unreal - like sin disguised in sophistication.

And he knew it.

You’d been keeping things quiet between you two.

For now.

Late nights. Shared cars. Rooms booked under fake names.

There was something deliciously addictive about the secrecy.

About knowing that no one else at this party had a clue that the two of you had practically torn each other's clothes off in the backseat of his car just last week.

And tonight? He hadn’t even said a word to you yet.

Just watched.

Every time you caught his eye across the room - which was often - it was like he was touching you without moving an inch.

Like he could feel the heat under your dress with just a glance. The way his tongue ran slowly across the inside of his cheek was obscene.

And he knew it.

So you decided to push the game further.

Sliding your phone discreetly under the table, you typed a message:

[My Princess] Thinking about the last time you touched me...

[My Princess] I still have the marks to remember

You hit send. Sat back. Watched.

He didn’t move.

He kept talking, eyes lazily flicking back to you like he could hear your thoughts. He wasn’t even reaching for his phone. Not even a glance.

You crossed your legs slowly, letting your heel dangle just enough to catch his attention again. Then, when he locked eyes with you for the tenth time, you gave him the subtlest little signal - a nod toward the phone in your hand.

Still nothing.

Instead, he excused himself from the conversation and walked straight across the room, every step deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable - except for the heat in his eyes.

He stopped beside your chair, leaned down low enough that only you could hear him, and said with a quiet, deep rasp,

“From the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… I think I already know what you want.”

Your pulse fluttered in your throat.

“I sent you a message,” you murmured, squeezing the device in your hand,.

He smiled - and it wasn’t a kind one.

“I’ll save that for later,” he said, straightening his cuff like he wasn’t about to do something reckless. “I want to see something else right now.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

He smirked and cocked his head towards the door.

And then you were slowly following him - heels clicking through the hallway like a warning bell - until the two of you slipped through the door of a sleek, dimly lit guest bathroom.

The lock clicked.

His hands were on you immediately.

“You think you can just sit there, looking at me,” he whispered against your neck, lips dragging fire across your skin. “Like I wouldn’t come take you?”

You didn’t have time to reply before his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive, while his fingers found the hem of your dress and dragged it up your thighs with purpose.

He groaned at the feel of lace beneath, low and guttural, pressing against you like he might lose control right there.

It was a blur - heat, hands, soft gasps, the dull thud of your back against the door. Seunghyun was always gentle in public but in private...

He ruined you.

By the time he laid a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and straightened your dress, his breath was heavy and slow, lips flushed, and hair just slightly disheveled.

His fingers grazed your thighs one last time before he bent and pocketed something with a smirk.

You looked down - your panties were gone.

“Souvenir,” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy, smug smile. “What about the message?”

He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Oh, I'm saving that for later too,” he said casually, slipping it back in his pocket.

And when you both walked back into the party - a little flushed, a little dishevelled - no one said a thing.

But Seunghyun?

He kept one hand in his pocket the whole night, two fingers grazing the lace of your panties and the memory of what he’d just done… already counting down the minutes until he could drag you into his bed and read your message - with you under him this time.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You sent the text as a joke. Half teasing, half playful flirt - the kind of thing meant to fluster him.

[My Baby] i miss your smile

[My Baby] also your mouth

[My Baby] mostly your tongue xx

You hadn’t expected much. Maybe a flustered reply, a few emojis, or one of his classic babyyyy voice notes.

But Daesung?

He took it seriously.

Like romance movie seriously.

While you were out grabbing drinks with friends, the man went into full preparation mode. You had no idea - you were sipping cocktails and laughing with your phone tucked away in your bag. Meanwhile, at home, Daesung was setting the scene.

Candles lined the hallway. Soft music playing from the speakers. Clean sheets, freshly fluffed pillows, dimmed lights. He even sprayed your favourite pillow mist on the bed.

By the time everything was set, he’d changed into his comfiest grey tee and sweatpants - the ones you always reached for when he wasn’t home - and laid on the couch to wait.

He sent you a quick response, eagerly staring at his phone screen for your answer.

[Dae] I'm waiting whenever you're ready baby

Except... you were taking a little longer than expected.

An hour passed. Then another.

He checked his phone for notifications from you. Then again.

Still no response.

Then he curled up under the throw blanket, watching the front door with keen eyes. Still determined. Still hopeful.

By the time you finally stepped into the house - heels in hand, hair a little windblown from the night air - you were greeted by flickering candlelight and music.

Your heart stuttered.

“...Dae?” you called out gently.

No answer.

You peeked around the corner and found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep, arms tucked under his head.

You blinked, suddenly remembering the message you’d sent hours earlier.

“Oh dear…”

Quietly, you walked over, kneeling beside him as your fingers brushed a soft strand of hair off his forehead.

He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open.

“You’re home,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Wait... you're home!”

He sat up suddenly, blinking away tired eyes as he hurriedly struggled to yank his shirt over his head.

You smiled and admired his sculpted body flexing with the erratic movement. “Wow, you really set the mood, huh?”

"I had candles." He cast a quick glance to the melted wax. They were burning low now, lighting the room with a dim golden glow.

“Oh no. No, no, no - ” he whispers, standing and sweeping his hair back with a frustrated groan. “I was gonna surprise you, babe, I swear I had it all planned - ”

You laugh, standing to meet him, fingers brushing his bare chest. “You fell asleep with the candles lit? You’re lucky this house is still standing.”

He pouts, gaze sheepish. “I didn't mean to fall asleep...”

“I know,” you say softly, eyes trailing across his torso, the faint tan lines, the dip of muscle that disappears beneath his sweats. “You've been so exhausted lately."

He leans in, arms winding around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

His voice is thick with sleep.

“I can still salvage it. Give me five seconds - just need to light the other candle again and maybe take my pants off, or yours - ”

“Hey,” you cut in, fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his gaze back to yours, “I can see you’re tired, baby.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence it with a slow press of your lips.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

Daesung stills - brows drawn slightly together, always the giver, always the one chasing your breath, your sighs, your high - but the way your voice dips low with promise, the way your hands skim his hips with purpose…

It’s enough to have him melt, breathing out a quiet, “Yeah… okay.”

He lets you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom.

And maybe he fell asleep on his big plan.

But this - you, pulling his sweats down with reverence and climbing into his lap like you’ve waited all night just to wreck him softly -

This is better than anything he could’ve ever prepared.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

for the amazingly wonderful @infinetlyforgotten im sorry its taken me so longgg my lovely 😮‍💨

i dont usually write sexy texts so i was STUMPED 🤣 but please enjoy and let me know if you want me to re-do it!

love mash xxx

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[ldydeath]

Bullshit | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong gets jealous of your friendship with Jackson Wang after seeing some texts. Word Count: 1888 Warnings: Jealousy, Jiyong being a big dumb in a cute way, fluff, slight nsfw? Like very light hand stuff but no actual smut. Author’s Note: this idea came to me after joining Jackson’s broadcast channel. Its just a silly little thing to get me back into writing. I’ve never written for Jackson before so be gentle. And of course the word count is 1888. Ji is in my head I swear.

Jiyong wasn’t the type to get jealous. At least that’s what he’d thought until he’d met you. It wasn’t that he was insecure or doubted your relationship, he knew what you had was solid. He just didn’t like to share. So when you’d met Jackson at his concert in Korea and become friends he hadn’t cared at first.

He still liked to pretend he didn’t care. He knew you’d been a fan of his music, knew he was a good person, a good friend. But it drove him crazy anytime he saw Jackson around you. Especially now that he’d seen that stupid notification.

He hadn’t meant to see it. Hadn’t been spying. You were showing him a funny fan edit when the notification bar had dropped down.

In hotel. Currently.

Why the fuck was he telling you he was in his hotel? Jiyong wasn’t having that. He’d spent the rest of the night trying to hide his pout. This was supposed to be a good week. His best friend was back out in the world, in the same city as the festival he was set to perform at no less. The three of you had been having fun all week sneaking around behind cameras to go to dinners and art museums around Los Angeles and then Jackson had showed up.

As the two of you arrived at sound check, there he was. Talking to one of the producers. Why was he even there? His stuff was on Sunday. Jiyong glared as you let go of his hand and made your way to him.

“Jackson!” You grinned, pulling your friend in for a hug. Completely unaware of Jiyong’s seething.

“Hey!” He hugged you back, his eyes finding Jiyong who nodded. “How are you?”

“Great! Tired. Jet lag is a bitch. I honestly don’t know how you guys do this all the time.”

Jackson laughed and Jiyong’s head whipped around. He’d turned for a second to get his equipment ready when he heard the laugh. This wasn’t going to work. He rolled his shoulders and made his way over to you, his arm wrapping loosely around you.

“Hi Jiyong.” Jackson bowed respectfully. Jiyong didn’t return the bow, just nodded his head.

“You scooping out the acts or something?” There was a slight edge to Jiyong’s voice.

“No, I knew you two were here today and wanted to show my support.”

“Oh. Well, I’d invite you to hang out after but we’ll be busy. If you catch my drift.” Your eyes shot up towards Jiyong who was now smirking.

“Oh yeah, that’s cool.” Jackson shrugged, his brows raising in confusion.

“Well. I better get up there.” He waved to Jackson before leaning in to kiss you.

After soundcheck you’d met Jiyong backstage and headed back to the hotel. You spent the rest of the evening resting in the hotel, watch live streams of Seunghyun killing his return to the spotlight. Jiyong sending him encouraging texts while you showed him all the fan edits of the two of them.

It was fun watching the fans freak out because Gtop was in the same city, as if they didn’t live down the street from each other back home. Jiyong was laughing at the newest reel when another message from Jackson popped up about going to bed. He saw red. He’d remind you tomorrow just how silly it was for you to be talking like this with Jackson.

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Jiyong rolled his eyes as the name popped back into his head. He needed to focus. He went on in an hour and all he could think about was how you’d be watching from the front row with him.

“You ok?” Your voice broke him from his thoughts and he cleared his throat as he popped his knuckles.

“Peachy.” He mumbled, a small smile finding its way to his face.

“Okay. Come on, let’s color your tips”

It had become tradition at this point to spray his tips before every show. Something you enjoyed doing for him. He didn’t trust a lot of people with his hair but this was something easy, to test the waters, and you were happy to do it.

“Nah. I’m going full pink.” He smirked and leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek.

You put the bottle down and watched him make his way to the sink. Thirty minutes later his beautiful white locks that you’d barely gotten to appreciate because two months wasn’t long enough, were now pink. He stood in front of you with a smirk.

“What do you think?”

“The fangirls are going to go crazy tonight.” You grinned as you looked at the finished product.

His hair now fully styled for the night. You leaned up to fix the collar on his blue jacket. It was much different from the rose suit he usually wore out on stage, but this look was doing it for you.

“Go, there’s a VIP section up front for you, Jaeho will take you. I’ll see you after.”

“Ok. Love you.”

Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, his infamous smirk on his lips. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours. His hand roaming down to your ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. You gasped, which he took advantage of by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand moving from your ass to slip under your skirt, rubbing the thin material of your panties. Just enough to tease you.

“See you after.” He smirked as he pulled away. You glared at him as you made your way out of the trailer.

You made your way to the front row, with Jaeho leading the way and were surprised to find Jackson as well as a few other artists there.

“Hey!” You waved as you pulled your day-g out of your pocket.

“Hey. Is he good?” Jackson’s head nodded to the stage and your brows furrowed.

“Yeah? Why?”

“He just seemed kind of off yesterday.”

“Oh.” You waved your hand, as if blowing off his behavior. “He gets weird before shows sometimes, he’s fine. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

The music started and you cheered as the DJs intro set came out. It lasted longer than you would’ve liked, but once the intro to Power started you no longer felt like Jiyong’s girlfriend. You felt like a fan.

When he didn’t come out right away you led the crowd in a Kwon Jiyong chant, knowing he’d eat it up. When he finally emerged he was oozing in confidence. He’d slowly been getting G-Dragon back week after week, but tonight was different.

He didn’t have to hype himself up to do his swag check chant it finally just came naturally. His movements were smooth, sure, like the stage was made for him. Seeing him this way was hot.

“Good job, Jiyong!” You yelled. His eyes roaming around loooking for you.

“Who said that?” He peered out into the crowd, eyes finally landing on you. “Was it you?” You nodded and he crouched down, pointing at you with a smirk. “Thank you.” He sassed, a playful smirk on his lips as he stood back up to finish the song.

He hadn’t missed the fact that you were standing with Jackson and as much as he wanted to step off the stage and punch him, he couldn’t. So he put his energy into making sure he gave you the best performance he could muster today.

He tried to mix things up a bit, doing a remix of Drama, the DJ adding the air horn effect wasn’t doing it for you or him. You could see him trying not to laugh every time it went off. You and Jackson had started counting down to it at this point. It was definitely going to be something you laughed at for years to come.

When it was time for the Too Bad dance break, you cheered the loudest. This was always your favorite part. So when he started singing We’re up all night to get lucky and his eyes found yours, you blushed. This song was one of the ones you two sang to each other as a joke and now he was singing it to you in front of the largest crowd you’d seen. He winked at you before finishing the song.

And just like that, the night was over. Jackson walked you back to the artist only area since Jaeho was busy doing his job. Jiyong spotted you coming and walked over to you both, the smirk still on his face.

“Thanks for bringing my girl back safely, Magic Mike.” He smirked, shaking Jackson’s hand.

“Yeah? No problem?” Jackson scratched the back of his head before walking over to talk to Chaerin.

“You were amazing!” You gushed leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Better than Jackson?” He whined.

“Ji, what?” You weren’t sure what Jackson had to do with this.

“I saw the messages. On instagram.” You blinked at him and he sighed. “At the hotel? At the gym? Going to bed.” He rolled his eyes and you let out a snort.

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “One. You’re an idiot. I’m not sneaking around with Jackson. Two. It’s his broadcast channel.”

“His what?” He cut you off, confusion on his face.

“His broadcast channel. To connect with fans. He just overshares more than everyone else and I’ve been meaning to mute the chat altogether but keep forgetting.” You pulled out your phone, handing it to Jiyong to investigate.

After a few minutes of scrolling, Jiyong’s face flushed, clearly embarrassed for thinking the worst of you both.

“Oh.” You nodded, taking your phone back.

“Oh indeed.” You grinned. “You’re so lucky I love your dumb ass. “Jackson!” You turned finding your friend who made his way back over to you guys. “I believe Ji has something he’d like to say to you.”

Jiyong rolled his eyes before turning to Jackson, “I didn’t know what a broadcast channel was and thought you were trying to move in on my girl. So I’m sorry for acting weird.”

“Hey, can’t blame you. She’s a catch anyone with eyes can see that. But we all respect you a little too much to try and ruin your life, Hyung.” He paused. “How are you chronically online and don’t know what a broadcast channel is? You old, man.”

“Go away.” Jiyong laughed. Jackson bowed and walked off.

“Come on.” You grabbed Jiyong’s hand and basically yanked him to start moving towards the exit.

“Where are we going?” He ran to keep up with you.

“To finish what you started before your set.”

“I haven’t even changed yet!” He tried to yank his arm free. “You gotta let up your grip, you’re hurting me.”

“You’re not changing.” You turned to face him, your grip not loosening. “You look fucking hot and we gotta go now.”

Jiyong smirked and shook his head as he followed you out. It may have been a misunderstanding but he was glad to know you still only had eyes for him after all this time. That was the only confidence boost he’d ever really need. He was lucky to have you and be loved by you.

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「 day 27 ☆ bigbang april challenge 」

you’re surprised to learn that you’re being shipped with your labelmate, top. gd’s not thrilled— since he’s the one you’re really seeing in secret.

contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. yg family fluff. jealousy. smut (fingering). confession. 18+

notes: lowk mid but thanks for having me ♡ love u guys xx

the second concert of the yg family power tour had come to its close. backstage, you found yourself in the dressing room with the other 2ne1 girls— atmosphere warm with laughter and the buzz of post-show energy.

you sat cross-legged on the couch, dabbing off leftover stage make-up with a wipe. bom had her legs stretched out over your lap as she laid beside you while scrolling on her phone. in your peripheral, you catch her steal a glance at you and snicker to herself.

you turn your attention to her, narrowing your eyes. “what are you doing..?”

min-ji leaned over the arm rest to peek. “are you reading fan comments again?”

bom grins and turns her screen to you. “read this one: the way tabi was looking at her? he may as well just propose already!”

you blink. “wait— is that me??”

the caption accompanied a photo of your group joining bigbang on the stage. it was a closeup of you and seung-hyun sharing a microphone.

chae-lin smirks from the vanity. “haven’t you heard? our fans are saying you’re the newest power couple.”

your jaw’s slack in disbelief. “just because we shared a mic.”

yours had malfunctioned during the performance, and seung-hyun was the closest person to you. he jogged over and leaned in to share it for the last verse of the song. it was a light-hearted moment, nothing more.

bom pokes your arm. “well seung-hyun has that thing about people touching him. look at how close he was!”

min-ji draws out a hum in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes, try to laugh it off. you were just good friends with seung-hyun— the girls knew that. it was nothing more than a silly fan theory.

still, you can’t ignore the strange pang in your chest. it wasn’t about what they think— it’s about him.

because the only person you’ve been sneaking around with when the lights go down wasn’t seung-hyun at all. it was ji-yong.

no one knew, of course. with the tour in full swing, there hadn’t been a right moment to tell your bandmates— not when the stage was the priority.

but now, with speculation swirling of you with another guy before ji-yong even had the chance to break the news to anyone… you knew exactly how he’d take it.

not well.

that night, the afterparty is in full swing. the tour staff were all packed into a private suite. you were tucked onto a couch with your 2ne1 girls and members of your team scattered around the room.

a speaker pulsed gently with bass from the corner. half-empty champagne flutes littered the room, heels kicked off across the floor, and the lingering scent of hairspray and perfume.

chae-lin’s lounging back, glass in hand as sandara’s head rests on her shoulder. bom’s perched next to you at the arm of the couch with her arm linked around yours. you all watched min-ji on the floor with your stylist, teaching her a new move she picked up from a backup dancer.

laughter and chatter floated around the room, warm and relaxed from the bubbly.

bom turned to you with a mischievous grin. “oh, i told seung-hyun about the shipping thing”

your eyes widen. “bom!”

playfully, you go to pull your arm away, but she holds you in place with a laugh.

“i’m sorryyy! it’s too funny. he said he would mess with you only a little,”

before you can protest, a round of laughter explodes through the wall from the next room— the unmistakable chaos of the bigbang boys. you hear shot glasses clinking, someone yelling (probably daesung). another voice howling in response. you can recognise seung-hyun’s deep laugh.

somewhere in the mix, you know ji-yong’s there too. the day has only spared you both fleeting glances and quick exchanges. you missed him a little.

you take a sip of your drink just as seung-hyun saunters into the room like you’ve all been expecting him— his sunglasses from the show still on, a futile effort to hide how drunk he was.

“where have you been? your girl’s been missing you,” bom calls out to him with a grin. you swat her shoulder, muffling a reply mid-swallow.

“oh yeah,” he tilts his head, mouth curling in a smirk.

seung-hyun sashays over to you with exaggerated, provocative steps. you drop your head into your hands as the girls giggle.

seung-hyun plays into the act, throwing an arm around your shoulder and leaning in close. “you like?”

the room erupts. min-ji gasps with a chuckle. chae-lin whistles. you even hear a dramatic “oooh?” at the door as one of the boys walk in.

you duck your head to hide the smile creeping onto your face. seung-hyun starts making smooching noises at your ear, and you lightly shove him away.

“you guys look good together,” sandara coos with a knowing grin.

you shake your head, waving her off. your eyes flicker to the side briefly— noticing ji-yong now at the door with youngbae at his side. leaning against the frame, drink in hand. face unreadable.

he’s chuckling faintly along with the others, but his smile isn’t reaching his eyes.

after the moment passes and the conversation shifts subject, you forget to bring it up to him later.

the following day was a blur of sound checks, fittings, and half-eaten meals on the go. between your scattered errands, ji-yong shot you a text about an opening in his schedule— so you quickly arranged for a brief encounter.

you’d finally found a moment alone, except there was no time to go back to the hotel. you both settled with tucking away into a small, dim storage room of the venue.

there wasn’t much words before he pulled you in by the wrist— shutting the door to press you against it, mouth already on top of yours.

ji-yong’s hands are everywhere. impatient, demanding— like he’s been holding this in for far too long. and he has.

your neck cranes back from the force of his kisses. he’s pinning you to the door with his hips, hands holding your body tight like someone might steal you away.

he fumbles with your waistband, unceremoniously tugging your pants down just enough for him to get a hand in.

there’s no sweetness in the way he takes you.

ji-yong digs two fingers into you till the knuckle, drinking up your gasps onto his tongue as he curls his fingers relentlessly.

he turns his attention to your neck— sucking kisses onto the skin, dangerously close to the point of leaving a mark.

your head’s spinning, you almost don’t take notice of how he’s absentmindedly bucking into your leg as if he was fucking you.

ji-yong fingers you like he’s got a point to prove. he pulls his face back to watch your reaction as his thumb moves to swirl circles onto your clit— mouth parted with a pant as you stammer out his name.

“where, hah… is this c—”

he shushes you with a kiss to the lips, slipping another finger into your cunt. you’re seeing stars.

you’re not used to him being so fervent. for the few times you’d been intimate up to this point, he’d taken his time with you. drawn the moment out. but even now his haste was still getting the job done.

he smothered the cry of your orgasm with a kiss to your lips. for a moment, the only sound of the room was your muffled moans into ji-yong’s mouth and his hand rutting against you.

as your body went slack, ji-yong kept you propped against him, pressing sweet kisses into your hair while you caught your breath.

in your hazy, post-orgasm state: an image flickers across your mind. that look on ji-yong’s face last night as seung-hyun wrapped his arm around you.

only then, you realise: he’s jealous.

you straighten up, fumbling in your pocket for your phone— eager to steer your mind from flitting thoughts, wondering why ji-yong cared so much.

you shined your phone light on his shirt, smoothing out the creases, brushing through his tousled hair. tidy up the manhandling. ji-yong lets you, watching with a weighted gaze.

“what was that with seung-hyun last night?” he asks, tone too forced to be casual.

your fingers stalling at the back of his neck. “he wasn’t serious.”

he lifts a brow, clearly unamused. “really? and what about the girls?”

you look away, clicking your teeth. “it’s just this fan ship that they’re teasing me about. no one meant anything by it, okay?”

ji-yong scoffs. “so people think you’re dating seung-hyun, and they find that hilarious.”

“it’s not like they believe it, ji.” you say softly.

but he’s still looking at you with his jaw tense, like he’s barely restraining how he really feels at the idea of anyone else being seen with you in such a way. the way you and ji-yong actually were.

he steps closer, breath fanning your face. “next time they want a joke, i’ll show them something real.”

you shift your weight— uneasy at his sudden intensity. “and what’s that?”

the corner of his lip curls. “like kissing you.”

you shake your head, gently pushing him back with a hand on his chest. “you don’t need to do that.”

you steer the conversation to where he’s headed after this, trying to keep the tone light-hearted. but, under your palm, you had felt how tense he was. he’s serious about what he said.

ji-yong pokes his head out of the door to check that the coast is clear before you both step out. he escorted you back to your team, daring to close his hand around yours in quiet hallways.

there’s a certain energy hanging in the air as you walk. you keep your gaze forward, focused— ignoring how you kept catching him steal glances at you in your peripheral.

the way he’s been looking at you; there’s something different about it.

you swallow thickly. you really didn’t think seung-hyun’s bit would leave such a bitter taste on ji-yong. it’s not like you had anything solid that seung-hyun could threaten, anyways. you’ve just been meeting up casually— scratching each other’s backs. that was all.

right?

you glance at him: catching a twitch of his jaw, and him taking his cheek between his teeth like he’s willing himself to stay silent.

maybe he’s questioning it all too.

as you neared the room, ji-yong slowed at your side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before letting his hand glide from your back.

without a word, he slipped away, disappearing around the corner just as you stepped foot in the door. his touch lingered on your skin— the only evidence he was with you at all.

the hours leading up to the next concert drag on, thick with tension. everyone’s gliding from one station to the next, buzzing with the pre-show adrenaline— everyone except ji-yong.

he’d been noticeably quiet: short with his sentences, brushing past people with a tight jaw. every so often, his eyes would flick to you like he’s checking you’re still there, before his gaze shifts the next instant.

you try to suppress the way it bothers you— focusing on chatting with min-ji as you both waited for final touch-ups.

but when seung-hyun strolls over to you with a sly grin, it’s palpable how the energy of the room shifts.

“there’s ma girl,” he drawls in english, loud enough for heads from both groups to turn.

you hear bom giggling in the corner as seung-hyun teasingly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. you swat his hand away.

“oppa, don’t mess up my hair.”

seung-hyun only chuckles, slinking an arm around yours. “stop being a tease! you know you like.”

you try to play along as the others laugh, but your eyes automatically lock with ji-yong’s. he’s standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest. after a beat, he silently excuses himself from the room.

you clear your throat, gently slipping out from under seung-hyun’s arm. you mumble that you’re quickly ducking out to the bathroom.

you catch up with ji-yong just outside the dressing rooms, yanking him into a dim corner by the wrist.

“what is your deal?” you snap under your breath.

ji-yong tugs his arm back, but he doesn’t move away. “you.”

you blink, scoffing. “me?”

he runs a hand through his hair, looking like he’s two seconds from exploding. “you’re just letting him put his hands all over you in front of everyone, like you’re not already—”

“it’s meant to be funny, ji.” you cut in, voice pleading. “you don’t have to take it to heart.”

“yeah? well i’m not laughing.” ji-yong sneers, stepping closer. “you think i like seeing someone else act like that with you?”

for a moment, the silence is loud. you hold ji-yong’s stare as the words sink in. his eyes dart over your face, heated gaze softening. you sigh.

“why do you care so much anyways?” you murmur. you’re not sure you’re even prepared for his answer. “aren’t we just.. messing around?”

ji-yong stares at you— and you almost want to tell him nevermind, you don’t want to hash this out. but then he shakes his head, leaning in until his nose nudges yours.

“can i be selfish?” his voice is raw. “i can’t keep just ‘messing around’. i want more.”

you gasp quietly as his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“i need more.” his lips ghost over yours. “of you.”

he stills himself with a shaky exhale. your stunned silence leaves him uncertain, and ji-yong goes to pull away— afraid he’s overstepped.

but before either of you can even process you, you’re grabbing his face and crashing his mouth onto yours.

it’s messy and urgent, all teeth and desperation. you need him just as much. his hands come to find purchase on your waist, guiding you to the wall behind.

your hands thread through his hair, fucking up the hairspray, as well as the labour of your poor stylists.

ji-yong’s kissing you desperate and hard— every bit of frustration and longing channeled into the way his tongue swirls in your mouth. you’re left dizzy, pressing your body closer into his; eager to feel all of him.

and then a voice echoes from around the corner.

“hyung! gee eun’s asking for you!” daesung calls, impatient and completely oblivious.

you and ji-yong didn’t have time to make yourselves presentable before daesung rounded the corner, catching you both in a failing attempt to act normal.

ji-yong’s hair was a mess, your face was flushed— and you were both too short of breath to try and explain this to daesung.

his face splits into a smile, taking in the sight of you two caught off-guard.

well, since you and ji-yong had just established the grounds of something more serious… no time like the present to break the news to the others.

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BIGBANG

05.23.2025

[loveesiren]

𝘒𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘴. 𝘎-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘊

This was an ask that I'm now obsessing over so here's some head canons. Enjoy ;) Read the original idea here! Part 2, perhaps? Feel like I didn't capture everything the ask said. I could do so much more ;)

Warnings: It's smut ya'll, MDNI, 18+

𝘒𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨:

♡ Jiyong, who peppered soft kisses across your face, kissing you gently, enjoying the way your soft, plump lips felt against his

♡ Jiyong, who loved to cuddle. Pulling you close to him so he could take in your scent and nuzzle into your hair. Humming softly as he tightened his grip every few minutes because he just couldn't get close enough.

♡ Jiyong, who loved catering to you. Watching whatever movie you picked out, cooking you dinner, and always making sure you were comfortable.

♡ Jiyong, who when he desperately needed a release, made it a magical moment for both of you.

♡ Jiyong, who planted gentle kisses down your body, his hands exploring every inch of you as he savored your taste.

♡ Jiyong, who removed your panties slowly with his teeth, his fingers running softly down your legs as he did so.

♡ Jiyong, who spent half an hour between your thighs because he just loves the way you taste.

♡ Jiyong, who makes out with you slowly as he pushes inside you, exchanging moans within eachothers mouths.

♡ Jiyong, who sets a devastatingly slow pace because he loves to feel his cock drag along your tight walls.

♡ Jiyong, who asks "Can I cum inside you, baby?" As he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you softly.

♡ Jiyong, who grabs a warm towel to clean you up afterwards and runs a bath for the two of you so he can clean you up properly before tucking you into bed.

𝘎-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯

♛ G-Dragon, who comes home stressed and exhausted from long days at the studio.

♛ G-Dragon, who appreciates the way you're always wearing new lingerie when he walks through the door.

♛ G-Dragon, who's ready to make an absolute mess in the house you just cleaned.

♛ G-Dragon, who grabs you by the throat and forces you to look at him.

♛ G-Dragon, who tells you to open your mouth so he can spit down your throat.

♛ G-Dragon, who forces you onto your knees on the kitchen floor, quickly dropping his pants to let his aching cock spring free.

♛ G-Dragon who tells you to wrap those pretty lips around him.

♛ G-Dragon, who forces himself further down your throat because he loves the sounds you make when you can't breathe.

♛ G-Dragon, who cums down your throat but still isn't finished with you.

♛ G-Dragon, who throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, throwing you roughly on the bed and ridding himself of any remaining fabric.

♛ G-Dragon, who flip your on your stomach, ripping your lingerie from your body because he's so fucking needy and will buy you a new set tomorrow.

♛ G-Dragon who stuffs himself inside you without the chance to adjust, setting a brutal pace as he fucks into you.

♛ G-Dragon, who holds your hands behind your back and calls you his "good little brat" as he pulls multiple orgasms from you, sending you into overstimulation.

♛ G-Dragon, who cums deep inside you, pulling out to examine that pretty pussy.

♛ G-Dragon, who scoops up any cum escaping that pretty pink pussy and pushing in back inside you because he loves filling you up.

♛ G-Dragon, who calls you his good girl and rewards you with a shower because you just make him feel so damn good.

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Thanosscross's BigBang/Squid Game masterlist 💕🌺

Hello! Welcome! I write for any squidgames characters along with any BigBang member out of the four boys! <3 (Dae-Sung, T.O.P, G-Dragon, and Tae-Yang) and i'm willing to write anything other than non-con. Requests are open! please let me know if you don't see a character on my masterlist that you'd like to see <3

Get to know me 🥰

G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pretty boy Part one Part Two

Jealous princess

Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon Part two

Rising Stars Part two

Going Home

Cutie Part 2

His girlfriend? or Girl...friend?

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong part two Part three

Head-cannons!

Jealous boys - Choi Seung Hyun/T.o.p x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon

Choi Su-bong/Thanos/Player 230

My girl Part one Part two Part three

my beauty flower

I fucking hate you

There all along Part one

Harmless

I've got you

Good person

Better as a Team - Thanos x reader + best friend! Nam-Gyu

Thief of your money, thief of your heart - Choi Su Bong/Thanos x reader +twin!brother Nam-Gyu part 2 Part 3

Unsuspected hero

Head-cannons

DTI with Thanos and Nam-Gyu

Forgetful reader x Thanos

Choi Seung-Hyun/T.O.P

Baby part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Baby headcannons!

My darling part two Part three

In my club part two part three part four

Fanboy part 2 part 3

Fake girlfriend, fake boyfriend, silly! Part two part three

Sweet boy

New feeling

Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon part two

My pain in the ass Part two Part three

Going Home

Thin line between love and hate part one Part two Part three

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong part two Part three

Round and Round we go Part two

All for show Part two Part three

Your Man

Head-Cannons!

Jealous boys - Choi Seung Hyun/T.o.p x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon

Dad! Choi Seung Hyun!

Saving Grace - Dad! Seung Hyun & Teen! Reader

Found - Dad! Seung Hyun & Teen! Idol! Reader

Dae-Sung

Coming soon..👀

Seong Gi-hun/ Player 456

Pending..

Nam-Gyu/Player 124

Head-cannons

DTI with Thanos and Nam-Gyu

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (4)

summary: 'kissing someone else is not cheating' prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

It started as a stupid joke.

You were at a rooftop party, warm summer air mixing with the scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume, lounging with your friends while Jiyong had wandered off to grab more drinks.

And then, someone brought up a ridiculous argument.

“You know what would be hilarious?” your best friend smirked, already three cocktails deep. “If you said, ‘Kissing someone else isn’t cheating’ in front of Jiyong. I bet he’d have a whole crisis.”

The group laughed - because, yeah, Jiyong had mellowed out over the years, but there was still that possessive streak lurking beneath the surface.

“No way,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Come on! He’ll probably write a whole song about it.”

“It’ll be fun,” another friend urged, grinning. “Let’s just see what he does.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Whatever.”

Just then, Jiyong reappeared, two drinks in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in a silk blouse and hat. He slipped into the space beside you with a sweet smile.

This was your moment.

“Well,” you started casually, trying to avoid your friends eager eyes, “I guess it wouldn’t be… cheating if it’s just a kiss.”

His head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto yours.

“…Oh really,” he said after a beat, jaw tensing. "I see."

And then -

That was it.

No protest. No argument. No reaction at all.

He just took a sip from his straw, looking away, completely unfazed.

You blinked. Wait. What?

You had expected an immediate rebuttal, a scoff, an exasperated sigh - something.

But no. He was just calmly accepting this absolute nonsense like it was nothing.

Now you were the one panicking.

You turned to your friends, who were equally thrown off. They shrugged helplessly but kept up with the changing conversation whilst you spiralled.

Jiyong stayed for another moment, then quietly excused himself, slipping off into the crowd.

You watched him disappear, a strange feeling settling in your chest.

"Don't worry," your friend nudged you. "He's probably just brushing it off. He can be defensive."

So you let it go.

For a little while.

Until -

“Oh, shit.”

The girls grew silent and you turned your head, following their intrigued gaze.

Because the man returning to you was not your husband.

Gone was the headscarf and hat, leaving his hair tousled to perfection. His buttoned-up shirt was now loosened at the top, collarbone and tattoos peeking through.

And his usual fruity cocktail - replaced by a glass of straight rum.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your stomach flipped.

He was walking - slower, smoother, more confident than ever, no, not confident. Cocky.

The way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes swept the room like he owned it - this was not the man who shied away from attention.

This was the man who had pursued you years ago.

Dangerous. Sexy. Intense.

Your breath hitched.

He strolled right up to where you stood - a neglected cigarette left to burn between your fingertips, and he tilted his head slightly, gaze hooded, lips curving into the faintest smirk.

“So,” he murmured, swiping the cigarette from your loose grasp. “You come here often?”

You blinked up at him, completely thrown off. “Um… yeah. We come here all the time?"

He hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke away.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes dragged over you with a look that sent a thrill straight through you.

He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, before asking,

“You and your boyfriend?”

What.

You squinted at him. “No… my husband?”

His smirk deepened.

“Where is he?”

You stared.

And then -

It clicked.

He wasn’t Jiyong right now.

He was GDragon.

Oh my god.

The hot, intense, arrogant rapper you had fallen for years ago? The one who had chased you down with that insane, magnetic energy?

Yeah.

He was back.

And your friends?

They were losing their minds.

You heard one of them whispered to another, “Holy shit, he’s doing a bit.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Jiyong - no, GDragon - was watching you, waiting.

So you played along.

“…He’s around,” you said slowly, lips curling into a smile. “Why? You interested?”

He grinned, leaning closer.

“I don’t do relationships,” he murmured, reaching forward to pass you back the cigarette. His fingers lingered.

“But you… You're a temptation.”

Oh.

Oh, this was bad.

Because you were very, very into this.

Your pulse was racing, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The rest of the night was a game.

He stayed in character.

You tried to match him.

It was exciting - the flirting, the teasing, the tension.

It felt like you had been thrown back in time, back to the nights where he was chasing you, back to when he was untouchable and untamed and entirely too much.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, when usually you two would leave and go home to your cats - cozying up on the couch. But he had dragged you along when everyone piled into the car, heading to a downtown club.

A club.

It had been years since you two spent all night touching and dancing, sneaking off to the side to kiss against a wall like no one was watching.

You tried to keep up.

You really did.

But when you finally got home?

The moment you stepped inside, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your heels with a groan.

Your husband chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

You turned your head, half-lidded, exhausted, but still burning.

“…I think we’re getting old.”

His grin widened.

And then -

He scooped you up effortlessly.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes of GDragon left in me before I need my pyjamas and cuddles.” His voice was low and teasing. “That long enough?”

You swallowed.

“…Hell yeah.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you but just before he kissed you, you hesitated.

“Wait,” you murmured, arms around his neck. “You know I don’t actually believe that, right?”

His eyes softened.

Jiyong kissed your forehead, slow and tender.

“Jagi,” he whispered. “We’ve been together nearly ten years.”

He looked down at you, eyes full of knowing.

“I know.”

Because of course, he knew.

You two were connected.

Always.

He lips then found yours - hard and possessive.

And just like that, you were done for.

Because even after all these years, the darker side of your husband was still there.

And damn it, you loved it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were at some fancy dinner party, champagne glasses clinking, warm conversations buzzing around you.

And the topic of the table?

What counts as cheating?

Your friends were going back and forth, debating, until someone turned to you.

“What do you thinkm, y/n? If it’s just a kiss, is it really cheating?”

You barely had time to react before your best friend nudged you, grinning.

“C’mon, say it. I dare you.”

You laughed.

You knew this was a trap.

Seunghyun was sitting right beside you, leisurely sipping his wine, not caring to indulge in the conversation though still entertained. But his tensed frame told you that he was listening intently.

You thought about it.

Then - for fun, just to tease him - you shrugged.

“I mean…” You exhaled dramatically. “I guess it wouldn’t really be cheating - ”

Pfft.

Seunghyun made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, eyes flicking to you in amused disbelief.

“You can try,” he said smoothly, setting his wine glass down.

His voice was low, velvety, and incredibly confident.

Then he added -

“…Not like I’d ever let someone get the chance.”

You raised your brow.

The conversation continued to flow around you but something about the way he said it sent a little shiver down your spine.

Because Seunghyun was usually the calm, reserved type. He wasn’t the jealous, reactive boyfriend.

At least… not outwardly.

But tonight?

Well.

The moment he made that little comment, his entire energy shifted.

Suddenly, Seunghyun was on guard.

You didn’t even notice it at first.

But the next time someone came up to you to start a conversation, Seunghyun was just… there.

Like a shadow.

Standing so close, his presence looming, quiet but firm.

And when the guy in front of you hesitated - eyes flicking between you and your tall boyfriend - you realised.

Seunghyun was blocking you.

A human wall.

No one was getting through.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

The longer the night went on, the worse it got.

He wasn’t letting anyone near you.

You moved? He moved.

You reached for a drink? He grabbed it for you.

Someone tried to say hello? Seunghyun’s arm was already around your waist.

Usually, he wasn’t one for public affection.

But tonight?

Oh, he was all over you.

A hand on your lower back.

Fingers trailing along your arm.

His lips brushing your neck as he leaned in to murmur something about how “this party is getting boring, isn’t it, Princess?”

He wasn’t worried.

At all.

Because he was your big, scary, intimidating boyfriend.

And he could just… whisk you away whenever he wanted.

Which, apparently - he would.

Because at one point, mid-conversation, you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

What the - ?!

You barely had time to process before Seunghyun lifted you under the arms like you were a stray kitten and just moved you.

Like you weighed nothing.

“Seunghyun!” you gasped, laughing as he carried you a few steps away before placing you down like it was nothing.

He smirked, completely unbothered.

“What?” he asked, voice deep and amused.

You gawked at him, still half-laughing. “You just - moved me! Like a child!”

His brow raised slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his head, voice dropping -

“I wasn’t about to let him finish that conversation.”

Your stomach flipped.

And that was when you realised -

He wasn’t playing around.

Possessive T.O.P had fully taken over.

Your fingers curled slightly against his chest, voice softer now.

“You know I wouldn’t actually ever do that, right?”

His eyes flicked over your face - sharp, unreadable.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing just past your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Shall I remind you why?"

You sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Oh, you really, really liked that.

And from the way his smirk deepened -

He knew.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

The car ride home was loud - music playing, voices overlapping, the leftover energy of the night buzzing between all of you.

It had been a great night out, full of laughter, drinks, and just enough teasing touches between you and Daesung to make your heart race.

And then, someone in the front seat casually threw out the question:

“So, do you guys think kissing someone else counts as cheating?”

The car exploded with reactions -

“OF COURSE.”

“Duh???”

“Well, actually, it depends - ”

Daesung chuckled along with everyone, but his gaze fell to you.

Waiting.

Watching.

And when you decided not to chip into the conversation his expression dropped.

Still new in your relationship, he was tuned in to every little thing about you - every glance, every shift of your expression, every small hesitation.

And you?

You had hesitated for a second too long.

You could feel Daesung’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

But before you could answer, the conversation moved on.

The car filled with more chatter and laughter, but Daesung?

Daesung fell silent, eyes focused on the moving city beyond the tinted window.

When the car pulled up to your apartment, your roommates got out, saying their goodbyes.

You turned to Daesung.

“I'm still staying with you tonight, right?”

He nodded.

But something was off.

The usual warmth in his face had faded.

Instead, he was staring at his phone, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You tilted your head.

“…You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too casual. “Just… tired.”

"Well, you did out do everyone at karaoke." You smile, patting his thigh and letting it rest there. Your boyfriend had practically given your roommates a full concert and they loved it.

You were so happy your boyfriend and friends seemed to get along. And they loved even more when his private driver showed up to collect everyone, saving the group a trip home in the rain.

Once at his place, the two of you slowly wound down - changing into comfortable clothes, playing soft music.

But Daesung?

Still quiet.

He was fidgety, fixated on his phone, tugging his hair and covering his lower face as he intently stared at the screen in his hand.

The tension was killing you.

So you joined him on the sofa and bumped your knee against his.

“Wanna make cookies?”

His head slowly lifted.

“…Cookies?”

You grinned. “Yeah. You love cookies. And you always boast you make the best."

For the first time since the car ride, he smiled.

“Okay.”

Thirty minutes later and Daesung stood at the counter, hands completely covered in dough.

“…This can’t be right,” he muttered, frowning at the sticky mess between his fingers.

You laughed, grabbing his phone. “Let me check the recipe - ”

You weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Because his recent search history?

help I think my girlfriend wants to break up with me how to stop your soulmate from breaking up with you my heart hurts - is this normal or am I dying??? can you have a heart attack at 27?

You blinked.

Then you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Daesung stiffened.

“…What?”

You turned to him, holding up the phone.

“Baby…” you cooed, fighting back a grin. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?”

His eyes darted to the phone.

Then his hands.

Then the phone.

Then back at you.

He was trapped.

Hands covered in wet dough, unable to grab the phone or defend himself.

“…Maybe,” he mumbled, looking down at the failed mixture.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, my sweet, love.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I would never do that to you.”

His shoulders relaxed, exhaling loudly.

“…Really?”

“Of course.” You kissed him again, smiling. “You’re my favourite person.”

His face broke into a bright, relieved grin. You leaned closer once more and - instinctively - he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

Except.

His hands were still covered in wet dough.

You yelped, jerking back.

“DAE - !”

His eyes widened in horror.

“Oh -OH NO - ”

But it was too late.

His doughy, flour-covered fingers had left a big, smudged handprint on your cheek.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And then -

You both cracked up laughing.

Falling into each other, breathless and giggling, the earlier tension completely gone.

He then sat you on the counter, grabbing a soft towel. And as he wiped your face clean - pressing a hundred tiny kisses all over to make up for it - you realised something.

Daesung might be sensitive, a total over thinker, and a little dramatic…

But he was also the sweetest, most loveable person ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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