daniiye

[daniiye]

you writers are just a cult of delusional idiots LOL, do you realize these people dont even know you? how about you stop wasting your time here and go get a real job. just leave, i dont think anybody needs you here anyway.

i hope you all are happy. i hate seeing my inbox filled with spams with irrelevant comments telling me to leave and everything. well, lucky for you guys i plan to entirely stop myself from coming here for the better. i'd rather stay away from your comments rather than seeing them everyday, so i hope you got what you wanted anon, i hate you all.

i loved the space i had formed here but at what cost.

[daniiye]

SEED SPECIAL LIVE CLIP | TAEYANG

[daniiye]

Shoong ! | Taeyang

[daniiye]

Matching Nights.

pairing ; kang daesung x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluffy fluff fluff note ;  this is quite short! (i still have a request, soo currently working on it!! , this was sitting in my drafts for sometime now TT)

You had been strolling through the mall for nearly an hour, moving from store to store, your fingers skimming over different fabrics as you searched for something that caught your eye. Shelves stacked with neatly folded sweaters, racks lined with flowing dresses—so many options, yet nothing felt quite right.

Leaving the store, you stepped into another, telling yourself that you were just looking this time. You had already bought a few things—more than you planned, really—and your hands were getting full with the weight of the shopping bags swinging at your sides.

Still, the warm glow of the store lights and the neatly arranged displays pulled you in. Your eyes flitted over racks of clothing, shelves lined with accessories, and mannequins dressed in outfits that made you pause for a moment in admiration.

You shifted the bags in your hands, glancing at them with a quiet sigh. No more shopping, you reminded yourself. Just looking. 

Walking into the store, you let out a small breath, telling yourself—again—that you were just looking. The soft hum of background music played as you weaved through the aisles, taking in the neatly arranged clothes and accessories. You admired a few pieces, ran your fingers over different fabrics, but nothing truly tempted you.

Just as you were about to turn and leave, a flash of pink and blue colors caught your eye. From the corner of your vision, you found yourself looking at a pink and blue paired pajama set, neatly folded on a nearby shelf.

“I know I considered not buying anything, but leaving without this feels like a crime,” you muttered under your breath, reaching out to take both pajamas.

The fabric was even softer in your hands, and the pastel colors looked too cozy to resist. You shifted the shopping bags already weighing down your arms, mentally debating if you should really add to the growing collection.

But the decision was already made the moment you laid eyes on them. 

You smiled to yourself as you took a glance at the blue pajamas. “Daesung would look adorable in this,” you giggled, imagining him in the soft, fuzzy set. The thought made you chuckle again, shaking your head at your own silly idea.

Once you got home, you sank into the sofa, one hand holding the drink you picked up on the way. You sipped it slowly while calling Daesung a few times, but he never picked up. Assuming he was busy, you went ahead, unpacked the bags, tossed out the trash, and tidied up the house.

It was around 7:30 PM when you heard the doorbell ring. You were in the middle of cooking dinner, so you called out, but there was no response. Annoyed, you made your way to the door and opened it, only to find Daesung standing there.

“Hi! Sorry I couldn’t pick up your calls, I was kinda busy the whole evening,” he said, holding out a bouquet of flowers for you.

“Aw, baby, it’s okay. I know you get busy. Come in,” you replied, taking the flowers from him and walking back toward the kitchen.

“You’re cooking?” he asked, following you like a puppy.

“Would you like a taste?” you asked, taking a spoonful of the dish and blowing on it to cool it down.

He opened his mouth and savored the taste, his eyes lighting up. “I will never be disappointed with your cooking,” he said with a grin, clapping his hands in approval.

“Haha, alright, alright,” you chuckled, turning back to focus on the stove. “Hey, I bought you something today. You should check it out,” you added, glancing at him for a moment. “It’s in that bag near the coffee table,” you pointed.

He curiously walked over to the bag and peeked inside. “Ah…” he said, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “Cute!” he yelled, giggling to himself. “Did you get one for yourself too?” he asked, leaning his head over the counter to look at you with excitement.

“It should be in there,” you said, smiling to yourself as you watched his excitement. He quickly rummaged through the bag and pulled out the matching item, his grin widening. “I knew it!” he exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly. “We’re matching now, huh?”

you turned off the stove, now neatly arranging the plates on the dining table as he admired your silly purchase.

“Dae… it’s not going to disappear. Come eat dinner,” you said, holding up his plate, but Daesung’s eyes were still fixed on the matching item.

“Wait, wait, wear it with me!” he said, almost pleading, a mischievous grin on his face. “It’ll be fun. Please?”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be reluctant, but his excitement was so infectious. “Fine, fine,” you said, laughing. “But only because you’re being so cute about it.”

He jumped up in excitement, and you both quickly slipped on the items, then sat down to eat dinner, both wearing the matching pieces and grinning like fools.

“I’m sleepy,” you said, letting out a yawn as you plopped onto your bed, exhausted from cleaning the kitchen with Daesung.

He followed you into the room, chuckling softly. “I can tell,” he said, sitting beside you and gently brushing a lock of hair away from your face. 

You snuggled into him like a baby, the warmth and comfort of his presence making you feel at ease. “You know, we should wear this often,” he said, tugging gently on your pajamas with a playful grin.

You laughed softly, his cuteness never failing to melt you. “You’re really serious about this, huh?” you teased, but deep down, you couldn’t say no to him. He was just too adorable.

And he really did take it seriously. Every night, without fail, he insisted on wearing the matching pajamas you had bought that day, and you could never bring yourself to resist. His excited smile and warm hugs made it impossible to say no.

tag list ; @ilovethe141 , @bambambwi

[daniiye]

HII OMG CAN U PLS WRITE A FIC where jiyong comforts reader who feels insecure , ty!!

hai haii, i just posted it, hope you like it!

[daniiye]

Whispers of Reassurance

pairing ; kwon ji yong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluffy wahh note ;  around 1.6k words! [ requested by an anon ]

You've been struggling all month. Your appetite had faded, causing you to skip meals more often than not. Over time, the weight slipped off you, leaving your clothes hanging loose.

You sighed. You hated how you looked—your own reflection made your stomach churn. The thought of stepping outside, of being seen, sent a wave of dread through you. So, you stayed home, hidden away from the world.

However, Ji Yong, who was working overseas, remained unaware of your situation. He called you several times during his breaks, his voice warm and familiar, but he never noticed the signs. You masked it well—your tone steady, your words carefully chosen. He had no idea how much you were struggling.

Today, Ji Yong was finally coming home. Excitement laced his voice as he called, already brimming with plans.

"Jagiiiiii, I can’t wait to finally see you~" he sang playfully over the phone. "I missed you so much! Wear a pretty dress for me tonight, please?" he pleaded, his tone sweet and persuasive.

Your heart sank. The mere thought of stepping outside, of being seen, made your chest tighten. But could you say no to your boyfriend, who hadn’t seen you in over three weeks? Of course not.

You forced a small hum of agreement before hanging up, staring blankly at your phone. 

You hadn’t eaten at all today. Your stomach felt hollow, your limbs weak, and even the thought of standing up felt exhausting.

Well�� today was going to be hectic for you.

You spent a few minutes nibbling on a snack, but your appetite quickly faded. Pushing the half-eaten food aside, you sighed and forced yourself up. You needed to get ready for your date with Ji Yong.

Ji Yong showed up earlier than planned, a bright smile on his face. In one hand, he carried a bouquet of your favorite flowers, their scent delicate and familiar. In the other, a small box—his little surprise for you.

He chuckled to himself, satisfied with his choices, before making his way to your door. Knocking gently, he waited. No response.

Frowning, he knocked again. Still nothing. He stood there patiently for a few minutes, but the longer the silence stretched, the more uneasy he became.

With a quiet sigh, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the spare key you had given him. Without hesitation, he let himself inside.

"Jagi~ surprise!" Ji Yong called out as he stepped inside, his voice light and excited, a big smile on his face.

But the moment he looked around, his smile faltered. You were nowhere in sight. The house was eerily quiet.

"Jagi?" he called again, this time with a slight frown, his excitement quickly turning into concern.

Ji Yong set the bouquet down on the kitchen counter, his excitement now completely replaced with worry. His footsteps were careful but quick as he made his way to your room.

He knocked a few times. "Jagi...? I'm coming in."

Pushing the door open, his heart sank at the sight before him.

You were on your knees in front of the mirror, shoulders trembling, your face buried in your hands as you sobbed uncontrollably. It was as if the weight of everything you had been holding in had finally collapsed on top of you.

Ji Yong’s chest tightened. He had never seen you like this before.

Not hesitating, He rushed to your side, dropping to the floor beside you and wrapping his arms around you without a second thought.

"Look at me, hey..." Ji Yong murmured softly, his voice calm but firm as he gently cupped your face, tilting it up so that your eyes met his.

His gaze softened with concern, but there was a quiet strength in it, like he was silently telling you it was okay to let go. ‘’What’s going on?"

You hesitated, your tear-streaked face avoiding his gaze for a moment, too afraid to let him see the depth of your pain. But his hand was warm on your cheek, his touch gentle yet insistent. Slowly, you met his eyes.

You trembled, the weight of your insecurities heavy on your chest. “I look horrible, ugly. I—I can’t go out,” you stammered, your voice shaking.

Ji Yong’s heart clenched at the sound of your words. He pulled you tighter, trying to shield you from the storm inside you.

“No, jagi, stop.” His voice was soft but filled with conviction, as his hands gently cradled your face. “You are not ugly. You’re beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, baby.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat, tears welling up again. Before you could say anything else, Ji Yong leaned in, pressing his lips gently against yours. The kiss was tender, reassuring, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment.

“I love your gorgeous, gorgeous lips,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your nose, your lower jaw, and then your hand. Each kiss was soft, like a promise.

“You’re pretty to me,” he said, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from your face. His gaze never left yours, filled with nothing but love and care. “You always will be.”

Ji Yong smiled softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small box he had brought with him. "Here," he said gently, his voice full of warmth as he opened it, revealing a delicate necklace with his initial engraved on the pendant.

“I thought I should wear it, but it would look cuter on you, especially with my initial," he teased with a wink, his playful tone lightening the mood.

Despite the tears still lingering in your eyes, a soft chuckle escaped your lips at his silly antics. His effort to make you smile, even in this moment, made your heart ache in the best way. “You’re so ridiculous,” you said, wiping your eyes, a small smile breaking through.

"Come on," Ji Yong said softly, helping you to your feet and guiding you to sit on the bed. His touch was gentle, his concern still evident in his eyes. "We’ll do the date later," he added, slipping off his jacket with a relaxed smile. "For now, go snuggle in nice. Let’s watch a movie instead."

Ji Yong pulled the covers back, guiding you to settle onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you rested your head against his chest. Despite his warmth, he could still feel you trembling.

As you lay in Ji Yong's arms, the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you, he could feel the tension in your body. You hadn't said anything, but he knew something was bothering you.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice gentle as he cupped your face, making sure you met his eyes. "Look at me. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself."

You shook your head slightly, your eyes lowering. "I just feel... different. I don’t look the way I used to. My clothes don’t fit right, and I don’t even recognize myself sometimes."

Ji Yong’s heart ached hearing this, but he didn’t let go of you. "I get it, jagi. But listen to me—you’re still you, okay? Your worth isn’t about how your body looks. It's you, the way you care for others, the way you make me feel. That’s what I see."

You shifted a bit, pulling the covers tighter around you, feeling the tears building up again. "But I don’t feel beautiful. I feel... wrong."

He gently wiped away a tear from your cheek and smiled softly. "That’s because you're looking at yourself through the wrong lens. Trust me, I see you. And you are beautiful. Your body, your soul, everything about you—it’s what makes you you."

You sniffled, still unsure. "I just... I don’t know. It’s hard."

Ji Yong held you tighter, pulling you into his chest as his heartbeat steadied yours. "I know, it’s okay. But be kind to yourself. You don’t have to have it all together, jagi. I’m right here with you. You’re perfect to me. Just as you are."

You stayed there in silence for a moment, Ji Yong’s warmth wrapping around you like a shield. He didn’t need to say more—his presence, his quiet reassurance was enough. You were enough.

Ji Yong’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he spoke, his words filled with concern. "Would you like anything to eat? I know, I’m sorry for asking, I’m just…" He trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment before he lowered his head to yours. He didn’t need to finish his sentence. It was clear that he was just trying to take care of you in the best way he knew how, even if it felt like small gestures.

"Nothing too much," you hesitantly muttered, your voice soft, almost uncertain.

Ji Yong smiled softly, his hand gently stroking your hair. 

"Of course, jagi. Just something light, whatever you’re comfortable with." He paused for a moment, letting his words settle in. "I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. No pressure, okay?"

You nodded, feeling comforted by his patience and understanding. He wasn’t pushing, just offering what you needed in that moment. It was enough.

Ji Yong pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment as if trying to reassure you without words.

"I’ll get us some food, then," he said softly, his voice tender as he pulled away. He grabbed his phone and quickly placed an order for takeout, making sure to choose something light, just as you'd asked.

As he did, he kept glancing back at you, his heart full of care. He wanted to make sure you felt okay—no rush, no pressure, just a quiet night together.

tag list ; @ilovethe141 , @bambambwi

[daniiye]

Midnight Ice Cream Run

pairing ; choi seunghyun x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; entirely fluff!! note ;  slowly running out of ideas,, sorry if this is too short! :c

It's 12 AM. You were fast asleep, nestled into your pillow, Seunghyun's arm draped over you. Meanwhile, he lay awake, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling, unable to drift off.

He let out a quiet sigh, locking his phone before placing it on the nightstand. Turning towards you, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and for a moment, he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would finally come.

But minutes passed, and restlessness took over. He shifted onto his other side, then back again, unable to get comfortable. He tossed and turned, the sheets rustling softly in the quiet room.

"Seunghyun… stop," you groaned, turning toward him and lightly slapping his chest.

He let out a frustrated sigh, his hands covering his face. "Jagi, I can't sleep," he mumbled, his voice laced with exhaustion.

"Good for you. Goodnight," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his chest before closing your eyes again.

Seunghyun let out a soft chuckle, staring at the ceiling in defeat.

"Hmm... I'm kinda hungry..." he muttered to himself, staring at the ceiling but unfortunately for him, you were already fast asleep, clinging to him like a koala. He sighed, glancing down at you, knowing there was no escape now.

"Jagi..." he whispered, shaking you gently.

In response, you let go of him without a word, turning away and burying yourself deeper into the blankets.

Seunghyun pouted, staring at your back. "Really?" he mumbled to himself, now feeling both hungry and abandoned.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Seunghyun carefully got up, trying not to wake you. He grabbed a shirt from the chair, slipping it on before heading out of the room in search of a late-night snack. The floor felt cool beneath his feet as he made his way to the kitchen, still half-awake and debating what to eat.

"There's nothing..." he muttered under his breath, rubbing his stomach in disappointment. Dragging his feet, he walked back into the bedroom, glancing at you still peacefully curled up under the blankets.

He walked toward you, his voice soft but persistent.

"Jagi, I want ice cream… please, let's go get ice cream," Seunghyun whispered, nudging you gently.

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. "Seunghyun, it's late… go to sleep."

"But I'm craving it," he whined, tugging at the blanket. "Just a quick trip, I swear."

Still half-asleep, you got up slowly, your body protesting the movement. You reached for your hoodie, pulling it on as you trudged toward the door. 

Seunghyun, already fully awake, was walking out with a proud grin, as if he’d already won.

"Come on, let's go!" he said, his excitement contagious despite the late hour.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. "You're impossible," you mumbled, but followed him out anyway.

In the passenger seat, you curled up with your knees pulled to your chest, your arms wrapped around your stomach, and your hood pulled low over your face. You looked at Seunghyun and muttered, “It’s midnight, and you want ice cream?”

He chuckled softly as he started driving. “You know… a late-night snack wouldn’t be so bad.”

You sighed, still half asleep, and mumbled, “You could’ve let me sleep.”

Seunghyun’s grin widened, and he glanced over at you mischievously. “Well… I am quite scared of going outside by myself at this hour.”

You just tilted your head back against the seat, ignoring his sarcasm entirely as he drove off, the road stretching ahead of you.

He pulled up to his favorite ice cream shop, and to your surprise, it was still open at this late hour.

"You stay here, I'll go," he said, giving you a soft smile before quickly leaning in to give you a small peck on the cheek.

You watched as he stepped out of the car, the door clicking shut behind him. With a soft sigh, you leaned back in the seat, trying to shake off the sleepiness. 

A few minutes later, Seunghyun returned, carrying two cups of ice cream. One was topped with his usual mix of flavors, and the other, for you, had your favorite toppings carefully added. He slid into the car, handing you your cup with a smile.

"Oh, you got me one too?" you said, sitting upright, a hint of surprise in your voice as you looked at the cup in your hands.

"Of course," Seunghyun replied, laughing softly. "I dragged you out here with me, so I figured you deserved a little treat too."

"You know, you're lucky you're cute," you muttered, taking a small spoonful of ice cream.

He chuckled, taking a bite from his own cup. "I know. Now, are you happy you got out of bed?"

"Ask me again after I finish this," you replied with a soft smile, leaning back in your seat.

Seunghyun took another bite of his ice cream, a satisfied look on his face as he glanced over at you.

"We should do this often," he said, his voice light and carefree, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, maybe not when I'm half asleep," you responded, your voice still tinged with sleepiness as you took another spoonful of your ice cream.

Seunghyun chuckled, glancing at you with a grin. "Fair enough," he said, clearly enjoying your teasing. "Next time, I'll make sure you're fully awake before I drag you out."

"What does that mean?" you said, turning to him with a hint of ice cream on your lips, raising an eyebrow.

Seunghyun’s grin widened as he caught the little smudge on your lips. Without a word, he leaned over, giving you a soft kiss and gently smudging away the ice cream on your lips.

"It means I’ll make sure you’re awake and ready for the adventure next time," he replied, his voice light and teasing.

You laughed softly, a bit flustered, but still smiling. "We'll see if you can actually pull that off," you teased back, taking another spoonful of your ice cream.

[daniiye]

Between the Lines

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; romance (?)  warnings ; cheating, mild smut. (nothing too intense.) note ;  around 1.6k words.

It had been months since you last spoke to Ji Yong, your ex. You had convinced yourself that you were happier now, with your new husband, starting a fresh chapter in life. The weight of the past had begun to fade, and you found comfort in your new routine.

That was until you received a text from him two days ago—an invitation to his album listening party. You knew the two of you hadn’t talked in ages, but this meant a lot to him, especially after his long hiatus from the music industry. You took your time before finally deciding to attend.

However, your husband was completely against your decision. But would he stop you? No.

You slipped into a white mini dress, layering it with a black leather jacket and pairing it with chunky black shoes. As you moved through the house, you could feel your husband's gaze following your every step and just as you reached the door, he stopped you.

"Be back home by 11 PM," he said, gripping your wrist.

You scoffed, yanking your hand away. "Let go!… and yes, I’ll be home."

With that, you shut the door behind you.

You rubbed your wrist as you walked toward your car, irritation bubbling beneath your skin.

"He could’ve just told me without grabbing my wrist…" you muttered under your breath, settling into the driver’s seat with a sigh.

With a shake of your head, you started the engine, pushing the thought aside. Tonight wasn’t about him anyway.

You stood at the entrance of the party, a knot of unease tightening in your chest. Had you really thought this through? Probably not. Because now, here you were—alone at a party hosted by your ex.

Wow, Y/N… just wow.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your jacket and stepped inside, bracing yourself for whatever the night had in store.

The place was bathed in red lights, casting a hazy glow over the crowd. People danced, laughed, and talked around you, lost in the music and the energy of the night.

No sight of Ji Yong yet.

Still, you managed to settle in with a small group of familiar faces, the conversation easing a bit of your tension—though a lingering sense of anticipation still clung to you.

Time passed, the music and chatter filling the space around you. Then, the room quieted as Ji Yong took center stage, microphone in hand.

His presence commanded attention effortlessly. With a small smile, he scanned the crowd before speaking.

"Thank you all for being here tonight. This album… it means a lot to me. It’s been a long time coming, and I couldn’t have done it without your support."

His voice was steady, but there was something deeper in his tone—something raw. You watched him closely, your heart beating just a little faster.

As Ji Yong continued speaking, his gaze swept across the crowd—until it landed on you.

For a moment, everything else faded. The voices, the music, the red lights—it all blurred into the background as his eyes locked onto yours.

His expression flickered, just for a second. Surprise? Nostalgia? Something unspoken lingered between you.

But then, just as quickly, he looked away, continuing with his speech as if nothing had happened.

As soon as Ji Yong finished speaking, he disappeared back into the sea of people. You searched for him instinctively, but the flashing lights and shifting crowd made it impossible to keep track of him.

With a sigh, you turned back to your conversation—until you felt a light touch on your shoulder.

Your breath hitched.

Turning around, your eyes widened in surprise.

Ji Yong.

Standing right in front of you, closer than you expected. His gaze held something unreadable—curiosity, maybe even hesitation.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the heavy bass and chatter around you drowned out his words. You furrowed your brows, shaking your head slightly before gesturing that you couldn’t hear him.

Ji Yong let out a small sigh, then pointed toward the exit. Without hesitation, you followed him outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as the muffled music faded behind you.

“I thought… you wouldn’t come,” he said, his voice quieter now, his gaze fixed on the ground instead of you.

You studied him for a moment before replying. “Well, just because we don’t talk anymore doesn’t mean I shouldn’t support you.”

He turned his head to face you, his eyes slowly scanning your features, studying you. The way the dim light hit your skin, the way you stood there—it all felt strangely familiar yet distant.

His gaze lingered for a moment longer, taking in the dress you wore. It hugged you perfectly, the soft fabric complementing every movement you made.

Gorgeous.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm before quickly turning away.

You blinked, caught off guard.

"I know I wasn’t the best to you, but…" His words trailed off, as if he wasn’t sure how to finish. As if there was too much to say and not enough ways to say it.

He leaned in closer, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

"I really do miss you… a lot. And I mean it with my whole heart."

You hesitated, your breath catching as the space between you grew impossibly small. Then, slowly, you leaned away.

“Ji-… I’m married.”

Your voice was firm, but there was a hint of something else—conflict, hesitation. A frown tugged at your lips as you searched his face.

"So?" Ji Yong scoffed, shaking his head. "He doesn’t even know what you like. He bought you roses for Valentine’s."

His words struck a nerve. Your husband had bought you roses—classic, expected, safe. But Ji Yong… he always knew better. He remembered the little things, the details no one else seemed to notice.

"How do you even know that?" you muttered, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ji Yong let out a small sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Because I see it on his posts."

Your stomach tightened. So he had been watching—keeping up with your life from a distance. 

Still leaning closer, his voice dropped lower, almost like a confession.

"I know it’s wrong… but you look stunning today."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. There was something dangerous in the way he said it—something that made your heart stutter despite every warning in your mind.

Y/N, you're married. You're married, you can't—

The voice in your head was drowned out by the thumping of your heart but without thinking, you closed the distance, leaning in until your lips brushed against his. He didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it, his hand finding its way to your cheek as he pulled you closer. The world around you seemed to disappear entirely—the music, the people, even the weight of your own thoughts.

His hand moved up your thigh, a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch. Your hands, almost on their own, found their way to his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. You could hear his breath coming faster, feel the way his body responded to yours.

“Ji… we’re in public,” you muffled out, your words strained as you pulled back slightly, trying to regain some sense of control.

He didn’t seem to care. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “It’s m’alright.”

He gently guided you onto his lap, his hands steady but insistent as you shifted closer to him. The movement felt electric, your pulse racing as you sat there, feeling the weight of his body beneath you. His eyes were intense, searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but all you could feel was the heat building between you both. The tension was suffocating, each breath between you filled with desire and regret all at once.

He trailed soft kisses along your jawline, making his way to your neck, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he gently pushed you down deeper.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his hat lay forgotten on the ground. Each movement was filled with urgency, a silent communication of your need for him. The soft strands slipped through your fingers as you cradled his head, urging him to deepen the kiss, to savor every moment. until- “Ji Yong, we need you— ahem," his staff’s voice broke through, and you both immediately froze.

Ji Yong’s expression shifted quickly, a flash of panic crossing his face as he realized the position you were in. He hastily backed away, his hands retreating from your waist as he muttered, "Right."

He helped you off his lap, his hands gentle as he adjusted your jacket, making sure everything was in place.

“Sorry,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low, filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

You turned to face him, still processing everything that had just happened. He leaned in slightly, his gaze searching yours as he added, “Keeping this between us?”

This was… wrong. You were going behind your own husband’s back, to your ex-boyfriend. But you couldn’t help it. The pull was undeniable.

Hesitantly, you gave a shy nod, the words “keep this between us” echoing in your mind.

“Meet me later then,” Ji Yong said, his voice low and almost comforting as he leaned in to place a soft peck on your cheek.

Without waiting for a response, he slid away, disappearing back into the door, leaving you standing there, heart racing, torn between guilt and something you couldn’t name.

But honestly… did you mind?

Ji Yong had always known you better than your own husband ever could. He remembered the small things—the way you liked your coffee, the songs that made you feel something deep inside, the way you laughed when you were genuinely happy.

Your husband might have been there, but Ji Yong saw you and right now, in this moment, that connection felt like something you couldn’t just walk away from.

[daniiye]

The Blueprint?

pairing ; kwon ji yong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluff and maybe mild smut? note ;  around 1.3k words! i loved übermensch album! gyro-drop would definitely be my favorite!!

It was just a few days before Ji Yong’s long-awaited album release—the first in seven years. After such a long hiatus, this comeback was monumental for him, and naturally, you wanted to support him in every way possible.

However, Ji Yong had been unusually secretive about the album, keeping it under wraps not just from his fans but from you as well. No matter how much you pestered him for a sneak peek, he would only smirk and brush you off with a teasing, “You’ll hear it when everyone else does.”

It drove you insane.

You tried everything—subtle persuasion, playful bribes, even pouting dramatically—but nothing worked. Ji Yong remained tight-lipped, clearly enjoying how much it frustrated you.

Today, you were sprawled out on the sofa, lazily scrolling through your phone, lost in the endless cycle of social media. The afternoon was quiet, uneventful—until your phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Ji Yong.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the time. He was usually holed up in the studio around now, completely immersed in work. It wasn’t like him to call during his creative hours. A small part of you wondered if something had happened, but you picked up anyway.

"Jagi, how are youuuu~?" His playful tone came through the speaker, stretching the last word dramatically. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his exaggerated sweetness. He’s up to something.

"Ji, I’m fine," you groaned, stretching out on the couch. “Shouldn’t you be busy right now?"

"I should be," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I’d rather be with you."

Your brows furrowed. That was suspicious. He had been practically glued to his work for months, barely taking breaks, yet now he was suddenly calling you in the middle of the day, sounding way too smug for his own good.

"Ji, what are you up to?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, this time slower, more deliberate. "Come to my studio."

You sat up straighter. "What? Why?"

Another pause. Then, just as you opened your mouth to question him again—Click. Your screen had flashed, signaling the call had ended. 

Your mouth fell open. 

He just hung up on you?!

"Ji Yong—!" you huffed, staring at your phone in disbelief. He didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, to question him, to prepare.

You groaned, running a hand over your face. You knew he was doing this on purpose. Ji Yong loved keeping you on edge, loved seeing you squirm with curiosity and now, he had completely won. There was no way you were just going to sit here and ignore him after that.

Grabbing your coat, you rushed to the door, heart racing. Whatever he was planning, you were about to find out.

You walked into the studio, one hand carrying a matcha drink you’d picked up on the way, the other clutching your coat. Ji Yong was nowhere in sight, but you made yourself comfortable anyway, settling into a chair and taking a sip of your drink as you waited.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Ji Yong stepped inside, his brows furrowing the moment he saw you.

“Ah, why didn’t you call me?” he asked, a hint of a pout in his voice as he walked over.

You turned your chair to face him just as he leaned in close, eyes flicking down to the drink in your hand.

“That looks tasty,” he murmured before stealing a sip for himself.

“Hey!” you yelped, lips parting in protest as he pulled away with a smug grin.

Ji Yong only chuckled, plopping into his chair with a satisfied hum, clearly unfazed by your pout.

“Why’d you call me in here anyway, Ji?” you asked, glancing at him as he focused on the computer screen.

He smirked, fingers tapping against the desk. “You know how you’ve been asking to listen to my album?”

Your breath hitched as he dragged out the words, teasing you with the suspense.

“Well…”

“Really?!” you practically beamed, excitement bubbling over.

Ji Yong chuckled at your reaction, nodding in confirmation, clearly pleased with himself.

He stood up from his seat, walking over to you with a pair of headphones in hand. Gently, he placed them over your ears, the music already playing as you settled in, sipping your drink with a content smile.

Ji Yong remained by your side, one arm draped casually around the back of your chair, watching you closely. His gaze flickered between your expression and the screen, anticipation evident in his posture as he waited for your reaction.

“Oh hey… I like this,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile.

Ji Yong’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Yeah?” he asked, leaning in just a little, as if trying to catch every nuance of your reaction.

As the songs shifted, the lyrics grew more suggestive—sultry melodies laced with teasing words that sent a shiver down your spine. Your grip on your drink tightened, the straw caught between your teeth as your ears burned with heat.

Ji Yong, still standing beside you, noticed immediately. His gaze flicked to your face, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in the way your cheeks had flushed a soft pink.

By the time the last song faded out, Ji Yong reached over and gently slipped the headphones off your head, setting them aside. His full attention was on you now, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Sooo… what do you think?” he asked, dragging out the words with an exaggerated tone.

You blinked, still processing, your fingers gripping your drink as you muttered, “This… this is for everyone to hear?”

His lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned down again, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “Of course,” he murmured, casually twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I have to let my fans know how my mystery lover makes me feel.”

You froze.

“Wait… it’s about me?”

“Jagi, I don’t think I’d be writing about someone else pleasurin—”

Your eyes widened in horror, and before he could finish, you slapped a hand over his mouth.

“I-I get it!” you squeaked, your face now practically on fire.

Ji Yong gently pried your hands away, his grip firm yet teasing. “Do you not like it?” he asked, tilting his head, amusement still lacing his tone.

You avoided his gaze, grabbing your coat and standing up abruptly. “I—I’m going home,” you mumbled, flustered beyond belief.

Before you could react, Ji Yong had already wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, his voice a low murmur against your ear.

“You want me to show you the meaning of these songs?” he teased, his grin evident in his tone. “Especially the ones about..you?”

Your breath hitched, your hands gripping your coat tightly as if it were your last line of defense.

“I don’t have work,” he added, his voice dripping with suggestion.

You swore your entire body heated up at his words. “Ji Yon..—”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Alright, alright,” Ji Yong chuckled, pressing playful kisses along your cheek and jaw, making you squirm in his hold.

“Ji—!” you tried to protest, but your words dissolved into a flustered laugh as he smothered you with affection.

“I’ll go with you,” he finally said, releasing you with a grin. “Wait for me.”

You watched as he turned back to shut down the computer and switch off the lights, his movements unhurried, as if he wasn’t the reason your heart was still racing.

You huffed, crossing your arms. 

Ji Yong only smirked over his shoulder. “Hey i can’t help it. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

[daniiye]

Something Special (pt 2)

pairing ; kang daesung x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none! note ;  around 1.4k words! (this is quite, rushed..oops :< )

After exchanging numbers, the two of you had countless conversations over the weeks—weeks that soon turned into months. Late-night texts, inside jokes, and little glimpses into each other’s lives became routine. With every message, he felt himself getting closer to you, even when he knew he shouldn’t.

"Hey, Daesung, you're so smiley these days," Seunghyun teased, nudging him playfully and leaning in close as Daesung turned his head away, trying to evade Seunghyun’s persistent grin.

"Is it a giiirl?" Seunghyun drawled, his tone laced with mischief. "Come on, I promise I won’t tell anyone."

"She's my friend!" Daesung mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes darted away. Seunghyun straightened up, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. "That's what they all say."

"Not funny," Daesung muttered, pouting. 

Seunghyun just chuckled, ruffling Daesung’s hair before turning on his heel and strolling out of the practice room.

Looking back at his phone, his eyes lingered on your message. A small smile tugged at his lips. Meeting you had been so random—almost like fate, right? You made him happy, yet at the same time, you overwhelmed him with emotions so intense that he wanted to hide away completely.

But the thing was, he was scared to admit his own feelings.

Why?

As an idol, everything in his life felt uncertain—one wrong step, and things could change in an instant.

And it hurt him.

The feelings were there, undeniable and persistent, but so was the fear. The what-ifs, the consequences, the weight of his career—it all pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Letting out a sigh, he grabbed his things to leave. But just as he reached the door, his phone buzzed. He glanced down—and there it was, your message.

"I got tickets to the fan meet tomorrow! See you!!"

His breath hitched. His fingers hovered over the screen, a mix of excitement and dread swirling in his chest. You were really coming. He was going to see you, in person.

Daesung eagerly sat at the long table, each member separated by glass panels. Today, he was practically glowing—his legs swinging slightly under the table, his eyes bright with excitement. He felt like a happy puppy, unable to sit still. After all, today was special, he was going to finally see you again after that encounter at the café which was a long time ago.

"Someone's happy," Ji Yong mumbled to Taeyang, glancing at Daesung, who was practically radiating excitement.

Taeyang chuckled, following his gaze. "Yeah… he's been like that all day."

As each fan passed by, the line moved steadily forward. Finally, it was your turn.

You sat in front of Ji Yong, watching as he casually flipped open your album to sign.

"You must be Daesung's friend," he whispered, his tone teasing.

"Ah, he told you?" you asked, a bit surprised.

Ji Yong smirked as he finished his autograph. "No, I just know." He handed the album back, his grin widening. "You must be a greeeaat friend," he added, dragging out the word dramatically.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you moved to the next seat—Daesung’s and the moment your eyes met, his entire face lit up. His usual bright smile stretched across his lips, but this time, it felt different—softer, warmer, just for you. Your heart pounded as you held his gaze, the world around you fading for a moment. Then, just like always, conversation flowed naturally between you both, as if no time had passed but this time, it wasn’t just the two of you.

His members stole glances, whispering among themselves, barely hiding their smirks. Taeyang nudged Ji Yong, who mimicked Daesung’s shy fidgeting, while Seunghyun stifled a laugh.

Daesung, noticing their antics, groaned under his breath. "Yah, stop it," he muttered, cheeks dusted pink.

But you? You just smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. Because even with all their teasing, Daesung never once looked away from you.

"We should… meet in person again," you said softly as you got up, making room for the next fan. Daesung's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he smiled—sweet, a little shy, but undeniably excited. "I'm free after an hour."

You nearly melted on the spot. Why was he so effortlessly adorable? It was unfair.

"S-So… I'll see you after an hour?" you asked, suddenly finding it easier to stare at your feet than at his face.

Daesung chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if trying to catch your gaze. "Yeah," he said gently. "I'll be waiting."

After sometime you stepped outside the venue, your heart still pounded, the rhythm echoing the words that lingered in your mind—"I turn around on the count of three."

One.

You exhaled, steadying yourself against the cool evening air. The anticipation bubbled inside you, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Would he really show up?

Two.

Your fingers tightened around your phone as you stared at the message thread. No new texts. No updates but you knew—you felt—that he would come.

Three.

A familiar warmth settled behind you. The faint sound of footsteps. And before you even turned around, you knew.

Daesung stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes searching yours with that same shy but eager energy from earlier. The lights from the street reflected in his gaze, making them look impossibly bright.

“You look nervous, you alright?” he said, a small grin forming on his lips.

You let out a soft laugh. “Of course..!”

He rocked on his heels, feigning nonchalance, but his smile gave him away. “I said I’d be free after an hour, didn’t I?”

Silence settled for a brief moment—not awkward, but charged with something unspoken. Something that made your chest tighten.

“So…” he started, glancing up at the sky before looking back at you. “Where should we go?”

Without a word, you led Daesung through a quiet, hidden path, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the night. The trees stood tall, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze, creating a natural canopy above. As you reached your favorite spot, the sight before you opened up—a small clearing where a single log rested, perfectly placed beneath the vast, star-filled sky.

The stars shimmered like tiny diamonds, their glow casting a soft light over everything, including the two of you.

"Wow, it's so pretty here," Daesung said softly, his voice filled with awe as he clapped his hands together in delight.

You chuckled at his cute gesture, shaking your head. "It sure is. Look!" You pointed toward the sky. "When you connect those stars, it forms a heart."

He tilted his head, squinting up at the night sky before breaking into a grin. "Ah, I see it! That's kind of amazing."

Both of you sat there, stargazing in comfortable silence, the occasional laughter breaking through as you joked about the oddly shaped constellations and made up stories about them. Time felt suspended, the world narrowing down to just this moment—just the two of you under the endless sky.

And as the minutes passed, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart felt lighter, how being with him made everything seem a little more magical.

Little did you know, Daesung felt the same.

As the night deepened, Daesung’s gaze softened, his usual playful energy giving way to something more vulnerable. The stars shimmered above, but neither of you were looking at them anymore.

"Hey," he said quietly, hesitation lacing his voice. "We… should keep this a secret, right?"

Your heart clenched. You understood why he was saying it—he was an idol, always under scrutiny, always careful but the way he looked at you, the way his fingers twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to reach for you, made it impossible to ignore the weight of his words.

You swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah… for now."

Daesung exhaled, relieved but conflicted. And then, before you could process what was happening, he leaned in—slow, uncertain at first, as if giving you the chance to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against yours, featherlight at first, then firmer as he pressed closer. It was hesitant yet filled with unspoken emotions, a kiss that felt like a secret only the stars were meant to witness.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his cheeks dusted with pink. "This… this really has to stay between us," he murmured, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.

You smiled back, breathless. "Then I guess we have a lot to keep quiet about."

Daesung let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours for just a second before leaning back. The night carried on, your secret sealed beneath the endless sky.

𓄹 Something special is definitely between us... Something special, 분명우리사이엔 𓄼

[daniiye]

Something special

pairing ; kang daesung x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluff! ( this is my first time writing for him, planning to write more of him <3 ) note ;  around 2.9k words! + i wrote this listening to holy moly :DD (heres part 2)

Tonight, your friends finally convinced you to go out to a club. You weren’t much of a party person, but after hours of relentless persuasion, you caved. 

Now, you found yourself standing in the middle of flashing, colorful lights, surrounded by a sea of bodies moving to the music. The bass thrummed through your chest, and the air was thick with sweat and perfume.

Unfortunately for you, your friends had abandoned you the moment they stepped inside, scattering in different directions without a second thought and while they lost themselves in the music and the crowd, you lingered in the corner, nursing your drink, unsure of what to do next. 

"I should just leave..." you mumbled to yourself, swirling your drink absentmindedly. The thought of slipping away unnoticed was tempting—no one would even realize you were gone.

Lost in your own world, you failed to notice the man stumbling backward, his movements unsteady. Before you could react, he crashed right into you, sending a cold splash of your drink over your hand and drenching the front of your outfit. The icy liquid seeped through the fabric, making you shiver.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" he blurted out. You kept your focus on your dress, brushing at the damp fabric now stained with alcohol. "It’s fine. I was about to leave anyway," you said, not bothering to look up. He let out a quiet sigh, the guilt evident in his expression. "Here," he said, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out to you—a silent offer to cover the stain. You finally glanced up, intending to refuse, but the moment your eyes met him, the words caught in your throat.

Oh.

Bathed in the shifting neon lights, he looked effortlessly stunning. The glow highlighted his sharp features, casting shadows that made him seem almost unreal. His tousled hair, slightly messy yet perfect in its own way, added an easy charm to his appearance. And those eyes—deep, intense, holding something unreadable—had you momentarily forgetting about the damp fabric clinging to your skin.

"It'll be colder once you go out in that damp dress..." he muttered shyly, his voice barely audible over the pounding music. He still held the jacket out, hesitant yet persistent. There was something almost endearing about the way he avoided your gaze, as if unsure whether you'd actually accept it.

You hesitated, your fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your dress. He had a point—you’d be freezing the moment you stepped outside. Still, you weren’t sure if you should accept but the way he stood there, jacket in hand, shifting slightly as if nervous, made it hard to refuse. With a small sigh, you finally reached out, taking the jacket from him. The fabric was warm, carrying the faintest trace of cologne—something rich and subtly intoxicating. As you slipped it over your shoulders, he gave a small, satisfied nod. "Thanks," you murmured, adjusting the sleeves. He shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back slightly on his heels. "It’s the least I can do," he said, offering a lopsided smile.

His gaze flickered to your empty glass. "You never got to finish it," he said softly, glancing back at you. Your heart pounded when your eyes met his. There was something about the way he looked at you—unrushed, thoughtful—that made your breath hitch. "I… uh…" You muttered, quickly covering your mouth in embarrassment. He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a warm smile. "I’ll get you one." 

Before you could protest, he extended his hand. Without thinking, you took it, your fingers slipping into his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His grip was gentle yet firm, and the warmth of his palm sent a shiver up your spine. Instinctively, you followed, weaving through the crowd as the music pulsed around you. The moment felt surreal—like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. When you finally reached the bar, he ordered you the same drink without hesitation. As he handed it to you, you could only stare, barely managing a quiet "thank you."

Holy moly.

You were not going to forget tonight.

Under the dim glow of the bar lights, with his tousled hair and effortless charm, he looked like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves. And somehow, in the chaos of the club, he had found you.

"You came here alone?" he asked, leaning casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd. You couldn't help but watch him as he spoke, caught up in the way the dim lights caught the angles of his face, the easy confidence in his posture. "I lost my friends here..." you replied, your voice a little softer than usual, as if the weight of the moment was making it harder to focus on anything else. He turned his gaze back to you, then shifted it to a group of boys huddled in a corner, laughing loudly. "I’d like to say the same," he said, his smile widening just a bit.

To your unfortunate surprise, the night eventually came to an end. You had been hoping to slip away quietly, to head home alone, and finally get some peace. But here you were again—surrounded by your friends, all buzzing with excitement and a little too much energy. "Hey, this jacket seems familiar!" one of them called out, tugging on the sleeve of the jacket. You shot them all a stink-eye, hoping they’d drop it, but your friends weren’t done. One of them squinted at the jacket, then looked at you, wide-eyed. "Wasn’t that the one Daesung was wearing?" she asked. "He was a guest at the party tonight."

Confusion blanketed your face as you stared down at the jacket. Daesung? The name didn’t register at first, and you just stood there, completely lost.

Did I just…Oh.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Daesung—the name, the face, it all suddenly clicked. The guy you had spent the night with was Daesung from BIGBANG. The realization made your stomach flip. You weren’t just hanging out with some guy at a club. You’d been chatting with a superstar. And here you were, wearing his jacket like it was no big deal.

Your friends laughed it off, brushing away the awkwardness with a wave of their hands. "It could just be a similar jacket!" one of them said, shrugging like it was no big deal. You tried to laugh along, but inside, your mind was racing. It could be a similar jacket, sure... but deep down, you knew. That jacket was Daesung’s. The same one he had been wearing when he gave it to you.

Daesung sat in the backseat of the car, the engine’s hum barely registering as his mind raced. He absentmindedly stared out the window, the city lights flashing by, but his thoughts were nowhere near the bustling streets. His mind was stuck on you—your face, your voice, the way you had looked when you’d glanced up at him. It had all been so... brief. Too brief.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. He pulled it out, seeing a group text from his members, teasing him about how "someone" had been acting weird after the party.

Seunghyun’s message stood out: "You look like you saw a ghost tonight. What happened?’’

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. He couldn’t even talk to them about this. How could he explain that he was thinking about a girl—a complete stranger—after such a short, chance encounter? Just then, Ji Yong leaned over from the front seat, a playful smirk on his face. "You’re awfully quiet back there. Did you meet someone tonight?"

Daesung sat there in the car, holding his phone in his hands, the screen blank and dark. He didn’t have your contact info. He hadn’t even asked for it. The night had been a whirlwind, and in the chaos of everything, he hadn’t thought it through. The only thing he had was the memory of your face and the jacket that still hung over his shoulders, the one he had given you.

Daesung muttered, staring out the window, his gaze fixed on the city lights blurring by. "I didn’t meet anybody," he said, his voice quiet, almost distant.

Ji Yong, who had been watching him carefully through the rearview mirror, scoffed in disbelief. "Come on, Daesung," he said, the amusement clear in his voice. "You’re telling me nothing happened?" He didn’t buy it, not for a second. Daesung didn’t respond. His fingers tightened around his phone, still off, and he focused on the passing scenery, pretending to be lost in thought. 

After a moment of silence, Ji Yong shrugged, leaning back in his seat, but his gaze remained sharp. "Alright, I’ll let you be, but you’re clearly not fooling anyone."

Days passed, and you tried to move on, convincing yourself that it was just a fleeting moment—something that didn’t mean anything but every time you heard his name, your heart would twist with longing. You didn’t even know how you could still feel so much for someone you barely knew. He was an idol, a celebrity. You were just a regular person. The thought of him even remembering you was laughable. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, your mind kept returning to him.

Sometimes, you’d catch yourself absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, looking up something related to him—news about his group, pictures of him with the members. It was always a double-edged sword; it felt like a way to keep a connection, but it also made the ache in your chest stronger. You never expected someone like him, someone so far out of your reach, to affect you so deeply but here you were, feeling things you couldn’t control, and it hurt. The hurt was a constant reminder that it was a dream you couldn’t grasp.

Daesung.

Just hearing his name was enough to make your heart ache. The feeling was supernatural. It was as if your heart knew something your mind couldn’t fully comprehend. There was an undeniable pull, an energy that existed between you and him, even though you barely knew each other. It was almost like fate had threaded your paths together for just a moment, and that moment was too brief, too precious to forget.

It was a random afternoon, just like any other, you were running errands and you stopped by a café to buy yourself a drink as a way of treating yourself from working today. You stepped into a small café to grab a coffee, hoping the quiet atmosphere would help you clear your head. As you waited in line, the low hum of conversation and the soft clinking of cups filled the air. Your eyes wandered around the room absentmindedly, until they landed on a figure sitting by the window.

It was him.

Your heart immediately started skipping beats, your pupils dilating as if the world had shifted, blurring in front of you. No way… You blinked, trying to convince yourself this was all some wild hallucination. But there he was—Daesung. Sitting in the corner of the café, sipping on a drink, his eyes casually scanning the room. His presence was so familiar, yet so surreal in this moment, like a dream you couldn't wake up from.

Your mind raced, your pulse quickening. You turned around, counting to three in your head, hoping it would somehow ground you, but as you did, your eyes met his. The connection was instant—unnatural, even. You almost turned away, wanting to escape before your emotions overwhelmed you, but before you could make a move, he was already up and walking toward you, his confident yet gentle stride closing the distance between you both.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you again,” he said, waving enthusiastically, the cutest, most genuine smile lighting up his face. You could feel your heart stumble in your chest. The way he smiled at you—so easily—it was enough to make your head spin.

Ouch.

You tried to stay composed, your heart thudding loudly in your ears as you waved back, your hand raised in a brief, awkward gesture. You forced a poker face, but inside, you were anything but calm. Your mind screamed to act normal, to just be normal, but it was like everything in you was pulling in the opposite direction.

“Hey,” you said, your voice coming out steadier than you felt. Stay cool. Just stay cool. You kept your expression neutral, even though every part of you wanted to break down. "It’s... it's nice to see you too."

Daesung’s smile softened, "I didn’t expect to run into you here," he said, his voice warm, almost like he was trying to make you feel comfortable.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus. "Yeah, this is… unexpected." Your voice sounded distant, even though your heart was pounding. "I was just stopping by."

He raised an eyebrow, his smile never leaving. "Well, I’m glad you did. I don’t usually come here, but today... it feels like a good choice."

No way.

You tried to keep your face neutral, but it was impossible to ignore the butterflies that were wreaking havoc in your stomach. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you, talking to you as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, I guess it’s a good choice for me too," you said, finally finding your voice, though it felt strained.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, and the tension was almost palpable, but his easy smile and relaxed demeanor helped calm the storm inside you, just a little. He shifted his weight, clearly trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Do you want to sit down?” he asked, pulling out a chair across from him. The invitation felt so casual, so simple. But to you, it was everything.

You hesitated for a moment, the familiar pull in your chest still there. Could this really be happening? But without thinking, you found yourself nodding. "Sure, I'd like that.’’

The hours seemed to melt away as you and Daesung spent the afternoon together in the café. Conversation flowed effortlessly between you two, and despite all the awkwardness you initially felt, it was as though the world around you had faded. Every second spent in his company only seemed to confirm what you already knew deep down—that this connection, this strange pull between you two, was something special. You found yourself hanging onto every word he said, not wanting the moment to end

But all good things must come to an end. The café’s soft jazz music was now just a background hum as you both got ready to leave. You stood up, and as you gathered your things, Daesung seemed to hesitate for a moment. He looked at you, his expression suddenly soft and vulnerable, and it took you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to look so... uncertain.

As you were about to turn to leave, he quickly caught your attention.

"Wait," he said, his voice quieter than before. You paused, looking back at him, your heart pounding just a little harder. There was something in his eyes, something sincere, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest.

He shifted awkwardly, as if he was suddenly unsure of himself. "May I have your contact number?" he asked, his voice shy, almost hesitant, like he was nervous about what you might say. "I’d really like to stay in touch."

You were caught off guard. He looked so endearing, so genuine, that your heart nearly stopped. He wants your number? For a moment, you stood there, unable to believe it. You had imagined this moment a thousand times in your head, but now that it was actually happening, it felt surreal.

His eyes met yours, waiting for your response, and you saw the tiniest hint of vulnerability in the way he stood. You smiled, feeling that same pull in your chest, the one you couldn’t explain. This moment—this feeling—was everything you’d wanted. Without hesitation, you took out your phone, your fingers shaking just slightly as you handed it to him.

"Of course," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, his face lighting up in a way that made your heart skip. Daesung quickly tapped in his number, glancing up at you with a warmth that made everything feel right.

"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I’m really glad we met again."

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Me too.”

Just as you turned around to walk out of the café, Daesung called out to you one last time, his voice low and cautious. "Hey, let's... keep this between us, only?"

You froze, turning back to look at him. His expression had shifted slightly, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t that he looked nervous, but there was something soft and almost secretive about the way he asked. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze on the ground for a moment before it lifted to meet yours.

"Of course..yeah’’ you said quickly, your heart skipping a beat. His request caught you off guard, but it also made sense in a way. He was an idol, after all. Of course he’d want to keep things private.

You saw a flicker of relief cross his face, and then that signature, warm smile spread across his lips again.

"Thanks," he said, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

[daniiye]

haii dani! since you write for bb, i was just wondering who’s your bias? :>

one and only sun! :D

he's a big cutie pie i love taeyang sm 🙏🙏

[daniiye]

Lights Out – Thunderstorm

pairing ; choi seunghyun x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none, this is entirely fluff! note ;  around 1.4k words,

It was thundering, raining, and pouring outside. You were at home, standing in your kitchen, searching for a snack while absentmindedly holding the TV remote. Your hands shuffled through the fridge and pantry, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You hadn’t picked anything yet, still debating what might hit the spot.

Thunder.

You flinched at the loud noise, despite the TV being on. The sound of the thunder spooked you more than you'd expected. 

"Jeez, this weather is going to kill me..." you muttered, brushing off your shirt and shorts, trying to shake off the sudden jump in your nerves. Turning back to face the pantry, your eyes landed on a packet of gummy bears. You reached out to grab it, but just as your fingers brushed the packaging—

The lights went out.

You froze, the sudden darkness swallowing the room. A sharp shriek escaped your lips as the entire house went pitch black. Your heart hammered in your chest, panic surging through you. The storm outside roared louder, and with it, the crushing sense of claustrophobia from the darkness.

You had terrible nyctophobia. Darkness was your enemy, the one thing that always set your nerves on fire. You stumbled, desperate to get to your phone, but your feet betrayed you. Your body felt too heavy, too weak. You couldn’t move.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a door opening, and the knob turning. Your heart nearly stopped.

You weren’t alone.

Without thinking, you lunged toward the door, pushing it back with all the strength you could muster, screeching as your mind spiraled out of control. 

"Jagi!"

The voice—familiar, warm, and soothing—cut through your terror like a lifeline.

"Stop!" Seunghyun’s voice rang with authority as he grabbed your hands after getting through the door, holding you firmly.

You stopped fighting, your breath still shaky, your chest tight. His grip softened as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you with warmth and certainty. His heart beat steadily against your ear, grounding you.

"Don’t scare me like that," you said, your voice still trembling as you clung to him, the fear still evident in your shaky breath. Seunghyun sighed softly, pulling you even closer as if to make sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. "Sorry, jagi," he muttered, his fingers ruffling your hair gently. "I finished work early and I wanted to see you."

You held onto him like your life depended on it, your body slowly starting to relax in the safety of his arms. The storm outside still raged, but here, in this moment, you felt shielded from the darkness. His touch was soothing, grounding, and as you felt his warmth, the trembling in your body started to subside, though your heart was still racing. "I... I don’t like being alone in the dark," you confessed softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seunghyun's arms tightened around you, his voice low and reassuring "I know, I’m not going anywhere." 

Seunghyun gently tried to guide you toward the couch, his hand resting on your back as he took slow steps. "Come on, let’s sit down, jagi," he murmured softly, but you didn’t move. Your body was still trembling, too shaken to even consider standing on your own. He sighed, his eyes softening with understanding. With no hesitation, he bent down and carefully lifted you into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and your hands found their way around his neck as he adjusted you in his hold. Your face pressed against his neck, your eyes shut tightly, not wanting to face the overwhelming darkness.

Seunghyun’s warmth surrounded you as you clung to him, your breath shaky but gradually slowing down in the comfort of his embrace. He walked slowly toward the couch, cradling you in his arms like you were the most fragile thing in the world. 

As he finally settled down on the couch, carefully adjusting you so that you were nestled against him. You sat on his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your legs draped securely around his waist. The storm outside still raged, the thunder rumbling, but with Seunghyun there, the darkness didn’t feel quite as suffocating. It felt like, for the first time tonight, you could breathe without fear creeping in.

His hands gently rubbed your back, as if he could chase away all the fear you’d been holding onto. Seunghyun let out a soft chuckle as you held onto him, clearly sensing how tightly you were clinging. "You know, jagi," he teased lightly, his voice playful, "I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to strangle me." 

You pulled your head back to face Seunghyun, opening your mouth to respond. "I’m not strangling you—" but before you could finish, a deafening thunderclap shook the room, the sound so loud it made your heart race and without a second thought, you immediately pressed your face back into the crook of his neck, your arms tightening around him like a vice once more. Your body went rigid, and all the teasing, all the laughter, disappeared in an instant, replaced by a familiar wave of panic.

Seunghyun let out a soft laugh, though it was filled with understanding. "Guess I spoke too soon," he said, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He gently cupped the back of your head with one hand, his other arm still around your waist, holding you as you buried yourself back into him.

After a while, you slowly sat up, still nestled against Seunghyun’s chest but now more aware of your surroundings. You glanced over at him, watching as he scrolled through his phone, his thumb swiping casually over the screen. But just as you were about to say something, the sudden rumble of distant thunder caused you to flinch and in that brief moment of shock, you lost your balance and teetered backward, your body swaying dangerously.

Seunghyun’s eyes shot up from his phone, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. "Woah, easy there," he said, his voice both surprised and amused as he caught your waist, preventing you from toppling over.

"I didn’t expect that," you mumbled, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, though the situation wasn’t entirely your fault. Seunghyun couldn’t help but chuckle softly. "You really are a handful, jagi," he teased, his grip tightening around you as he helped you sit upright again. "One minute you’re clinging to me like your life depends on it, and the next you’re trying to take a dive off the couch." His smile softened as he noticed your slightly flustered expression, still recovering from the moment of near-falling. He leaned in closer, his gaze steady and reassuring. Then, without warning, he placed his hands gently on your thighs, guiding you back toward him, closing the small gap between you two.

"You know," he said, his voice low and a little more intimate now, "I think you need to stay a little closer to me." You blinked, feeling a slight flush spread across your cheeks as he held you there, his hands lightly squeezing your thighs as he moved you gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "I can’t help but worry about you," Seunghyun murmured, his voice soft but sincere. "Especially when you’re like this…’’ You swallowed, meeting his gaze. "I’m okay," you said, your voice a little quieter now.

You wrapped your arms under Seunghyun’s, leaning into his chest, your head finding its way into the crook of his neck. Feeling your eyelids grow heavy, the tension in your body unwinding completely as his gentle hold on you cradled you like you were something precious. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was calming, and your breath evened out as you slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thoughts in your mind a peaceful hum of contentment.

Seunghyun remained still, his arms never leaving their place around you, and he quietly looked down at you with a soft, affectionate gaze. Seeing you so calm, so peaceful, his heart swelled with tenderness. His fingers lightly brushed through your hair, his touch soft and comforting. He could tell you needed the rest, especially after everything tonight.

"Mmmm... I'll wake you up later," he whispered softly, his voice full of warmth as he carefully adjusted you so you were more comfortably nestled against him. He let you stay in the quiet serenity of your slumber, the storm outside gradually fading into a distant background hum. He kept you close, ensuring you felt nothing but safety and warmth, content to let you rest in his arms for as long as you needed.

[daniiye]

๑ Fragments of Us ; 2

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none ! note ;  around 2.2k words, this may have gotten too short

You, getting married? What a joke. You never truly wanted to be with the girl your parents chose for you. Maybe Ji Yong was right—maybe you did care too much about what everyone thought and specially after the fight with him, those thoughts hit you like a bullet.

"Do you think this dress is prettier, or the lacy one?" she asked, eyes beaming as she held a book in front of you.

''Just pick whatever you like," you muttered through clenched teeth. She wasn’t even your type. In fact, you hated being around her.

"Come on, y/n! Be a little interested in this stuff," she whined, nudging you playfully.

"Leave me alone!" you yelled before storming out of the room, not bothering to look back.

You sat outside, sipping your coffee, lost in thought. Your heart ached for Ji Yong, but the fear of disappointing everyone—your family, your fans—clawed at you but should you really care? You were a grown adult, capable of making your own choices. Weren’t you..? 

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by your father’s voice. His presence alone was enough to snap you back to reality. "Sweetheart, are you not feeling well?" your father asked, his gaze filled with concern.

You looked down at your cup, avoiding his eyes. Your father... he was always nice. It was your mother who was the controlling one, and he had no choice but to side with her.

"This isn’t right. I don’t want to marry her. I don’t like her, Dad," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I know you still miss him, dear." You flinched at your father’s words. How on earth does he know? "Here," he said, handing you a piece of paper before standing up to leave.

The paper was wrinkled, the handwriting messy and familiar—it was Ji Yong’s.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you read the note. You really did like him and he liked you too. There was no reason for the two of you to be torn apart. You folded the note carefully and slipped it back into your pocket before heading back inside.

Your parents were standing together, speaking with the girl, but as soon as they noticed you, their conversation stopped abruptly, and they parted ways. You felt a pang of confusion. Did I do something wrong?

Your dad walked over, his usual warmth in his eyes. "Hey, I got you a trip back to Korea," he said, winking at you. "I’ve seen you depressed enough. Your mother can't stop it this time." He patted your back, a reassuring smile on his face.

You stood there for a moment, processing his words. A trip to Korea. Could this be your chance to clear your mind, to figure out what you truly wanted? Your dad had always been the quiet supporter, but this... this felt different.

"Really? You’re letting me go?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

"I know it’s what you need," he said, giving you a knowing look. "Maybe some time away will help you figure things out."

You couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and gratitude. Your father had never been this direct with you before and as he turned to walk away, you watched him, your heart racing with the possibility of what this trip could mean.

Maybe this was the moment you could change everything.

The days passed quickly, and before you knew it, your flight to Korea was booked. It felt surreal—almost like a dream. You had a million thoughts swirling in your head as you packed your bag, but there was one thing that stayed with you: Ji Yong.

Your father's words echoed in your mind. Maybe some time away will help you figure things out and It seemed like the perfect escape from the mounting pressure. The day of the flight, you barely said goodbye to anyone. You weren't sure what to say, or if you even wanted to, but you figured it was easier to leave in silence than to get tangled in more conversations that felt like nothing more than obligations.

The moment you stepped off the plane, you were hit with the familiar rush of air, the buzz of activity, and the energy of the city you once called home. Seoul. It was a place filled with memories, both good and bad. You navigated through the airport, taking in the sights and sounds, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him—Ji Yong. Would you run into him here? Or was that something you were simply wishing for, too afraid to face the truth?

As you left the terminal, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What had you come here to do? Escape? Find yourself? Or was it something more? You could feel your heart racing, unsure of what to expect next. One thing was clear, though: Korea was the place where everything had begun.

You decided to spend the day simply walking around Seoul, revisiting the places you once loved. It felt right—easing into the rhythm of the city, letting its familiar sights and sounds wash over you, slowly grounding you in the present. you wandered through the narrow streets of Insadong, the bustling art district where you and Ji Yong had spent countless afternoons. The old shops, the street performers, the scent of freshly brewed tea—all of it felt like a memory in motion, alive and vivid. You stopped by your favorite tea house, a quiet corner spot where the sound of rain tapping against the windows always made you feel at peace.

you continued walking, letting the city guide you, finding solace in the places that once felt like home. It wasn’t about forgetting; it was about moving forward. Yet, the thought of what you had left behind—and what was still left unresolved—lingered in the back of your mind. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden light over the city, you found yourself walking toward the old bookstore. It had been years since you last stepped through those doors, but something inside you couldn’t resist. Maybe it was the nostalgia, or maybe it was the quiet yearning that you hadn’t quite shaken off. You pushed the door open, the familiar scent of old pages and ink greeting you as you stepped inside. It was like stepping into another world, one where time didn’t move so fast, and memories were allowed to linger and then, just as you were lost in the rows of books, you heard a familiar voice. "Y/N!" Your friend shouted as she ran toward you with open arms, a huge grin spreading across her face. "I haven’t seen you in so long! You look so handsome now!" She pinched your cheeks playfully, her excitement undeniable. "Right.." you muttered, forcing a smile as you stepped back slightly. "It’s good to see you again," you said, offering a small smile. Your friend grinned. "I’ve missed you! We need to hang out more while you’re here. Actually, I’ve got an extra ticket to Taeyang’s concert tomorrow night. Wanna come with me?" You raised an eyebrow. "Taeyang? That’s a big deal." She nodded excitedly. "Right?! I got a last-minute ticket. It’s going to be amazing!"

You paused for a moment, then shrugged. "Alright, fine. I could use a fun night." Her face lit up. "Yes! It’s gonna be so much fun!" As you both headed out, you felt a spark of excitement.

Maybe tomorrow night would be the perfect distraction.

The next night, you found yourself standing in the front row of Taeyang's concert, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Your friend was practically vibrating with excitement beside you, her grin impossible to miss. You hadn’t been to a concert in ages, and the energy in the air was contagious. The concert was already buzzing with energy, the crowd vibrating with excitement.

You were just starting to settle into the moment when the lights flickered again, signaling a shift in the atmosphere. Your friend squeezed your arm, practically jumping in place. The crowd’s excitement reached a fever pitch as the lights dimmed completely, and a hush fell over the room. Suddenly, the spotlight hit the stage, and a familiar voice echoed through the speakers. You froze for a second, your heart pounding in your chest as the first notes of a new track began to play.

"Is that... Ji Yong?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the loud roar of the crowd and it was him. Ji Yong. You could barely focus on your friend as Ji Yong continued to perform, his eyes scanning the crowd as he sang. The energy around you was electric, but it felt like your world had paused, leaving you standing there, caught in a moment that you didn’t expect but couldn’t look away from.

His presence on stage was undeniable, and you couldn't tear your eyes away but then, as the song hit a powerful note, his gaze swept across the front row.

And then, for a split second, your eyes met.

It was like time slowed down. Ji Yong's face faltered, just for a moment, as if he recognized you. His eyes widened, his expression unreadable for a brief beat. Then, as quickly as it came, the connection was gone, and he was back to commanding the stage, his focus on the crowd but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he'd seen you, really seen you, in the sea of faces.

Halfway through the concert, the excitement that had initially fueled you started to feel overwhelming. The lights, the crowd, the music—it all began to blur together, and a sudden wave of dizziness hit you. Your thoughts felt foggy, like you couldn’t fully focus on anything. You glanced over at your friend, but she was lost in the music, jumping and cheering with the crowd, totally immersed in the moment. She hadn’t noticed your discomfort.

Quietly, you slipped through the crowd, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. The music was still pounding, but all you could think about was getting out of there. You needed fresh air, space, anything to clear your head. As you made your way toward the exit, the cold air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, but it didn’t seem to ease the fuzziness in your mind. You leaned against a nearby wall, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

But that’s when you heard footsteps approaching. Your heart skipped. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

You slowly opened your eyes, and there he was, standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable but his gaze locked on you. Your legs suddenly felt weak beneath you, and before you could catch yourself, you collapsed to your knees.

"Y/N!" Ji Yong’s voice sliced through the haze, sharp with concern. Before you could process anything, he was there, kneeling in front of you, his hands gently catching you by the shoulders.

"I..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, as you leaned back into him, seeking the comfort of his steady presence. Ji Yong gently adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were secure against him. His hand lightly rested on your back, soothing, like he knew exactly how to help without asking too many questions. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, though your head still felt like it was spinning. The words escaped you before you could stop them. "I’m canceling the wedding," you mumbled, your voice shaky as you shut your eyes tight, as if closing them would somehow make the decision feel more real.

Ji Yong stiffened beside you, his eyes widening in shock. He shifted slightly, as if processing your words. "What?" he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and confusion. "You’re.. what?"

You opened your eyes, locking gaze with him, your heart hammering in your chest. The weight of what you’d just said settled in, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were making the right decision. "I’m cancelling it," you repeated, feeling your heart pound. "I can’t marry her. I don’t want that life."

Ji Yong’s gaze softened, a flicker of disbelief flashing in his eyes. He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands, as if trying to make sure you were really there, as if trying to understand if this was real. "Is this... really what you want?" he whispered, his voice a mix of confusion and something else—something deeper. You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. His eyes widened, his breath catching as he processed your words.

There was a moment of silence, where the noise of the world seemed to fade, and all that mattered was the tension between you two.

Without a word, he pressed a soft, lingering peck to your lips, his touch gentle yet filled with everything unsaid.

"My heart aches for you too," he whispered, his voice low and raw. "And I know you feel it too."

The world seemed to disappear in that moment, leaving only the two of you. His words resonated in your chest, and you couldn’t stop the rush of emotion that flooded you. You had always known there was something between you two, something unspoken that never really went away.

You closed your eyes, leaning into him just a little, as if the contact could steady the storm inside you. "I never stopped wanting you, Ji Yong," you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with truth. He smiled, a bittersweet expression, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "Neither did I."

And in that moment, everything felt possible.

[daniiye]

i dont know if you do write it, but i need a g/n or male reader x kwon jiyong where is like angst it tells the story of when they were together, the fear of getting caught because the homophobia (if g/n just the fear of getting caught) of korea, when they broke up, and when they miss eachother, specially jiyong because idk maybe when he was at the mmas waiting for his award reader presented an award and he got sad

haii! i just uploaded it per to your request :)) , i tried my best! sorry if its not what you expected, its my first time writings angst (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ )

[daniiye]

๑ Fragments of Us ;

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; angst warnings ; none that i can think of ! this is my first time writing angst soo.. TᴖT note ;  4k words, (i may have gone way too deep and off topic.? sob) here is pt2

Back when you and Ji Yong were trainees, the two of you formed a deep and lasting bond over the years. Through long practice hours, shared dreams, and the pressures of training, your connection naturally evolved into something more, and eventually, you found yourselves in a relationship.

However, the happiness of being together was overshadowed by the reality of your situation. The company had a strict no-dating policy, and you both knew the scrutiny and backlash that could come if word got out. Fearing the harsh comments and hate, especially towards Ji Yong, you decided to keep your relationship a secret. It was a decision made out of love and protection, but it also made things difficult. The secrecy, the stolen moments, and the constant fear of being found out made for a rocky start—one filled with both the excitement of young love and the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.

Ji Yong loved you—deeply, intensely, maybe even recklessly. No matter how busy or exhausted he was, he always found a way to see you. He would skip practices, make excuses, and even sneak into your house late at night just to be with you, even if only for a little while.

“Ji, don’t do that again, that was risky…” you scolded him in a hushed voice, worry laced in your tone.

But he hated hearing that. He hated the idea of staying away from you, even if it was for your own good. His dark eyes held a hint of frustration as he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t care,” he murmured. “I just wanted to see you… I needed to.”

It was reckless, dangerous even—but Ji Yong was never one to follow rules, especially when it came to you.

And just like that, his reckless actions finally caught up to you both.

One night, under the illusion of safety and secrecy, Ji Yong had convinced you to go out together—just a simple walk, a moment to breathe away from the suffocating walls of training and secrecy. But neither of you noticed the cameras, the sharp eyes of the media lurking in the shadows, waiting for a story.

Flash.

The blinding lights of paparazzi shattered the illusion in an instant.

There was no mistaking it—you and Ji Yong, hands intertwined, bodies closer than what mere friends should be. His grip tightened instinctively, as if he could shield you from the oncoming storm, but it was too late. The damage was done.

Within hours, headlines flooded the internet. Photos of the two of you were everywhere, speculations running wild. Fans, the company, and the industry itself erupted into chaos. The secret you had worked so hard to protect had been exposed to the world. 

──────────────────────

TWO MALE TRAINEES OF YG CAUGHT ON A DATE—SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED? Late last night, two YG Entertainment trainees were spotted together in an intimate moment, raising eyebrows across the industry—not just because of their secretive outing, but because both individuals are male.

The trainees, G-Dragon (Kwon Ji Yong) and an unidentified male trainee, were caught by paparazzi walking closely, hands intertwined, and visibly comfortable with each other. The images quickly went viral, sparking heated discussions online about whether this was a romantic outing

In an industry where LGBTQ+ representation remains a delicate subject, this sighting has led to mixed reactions. As of now, YG Entertainment has not released a statement regarding the speculation. Whether the company will address the situation or let the rumors fade remains to be seen. 

──────────────────────

The article spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the internet—including your parents.

Their reaction was immediate and unforgiving. Furious and disappointed, they demanded you quit being a trainee and cut all ties with Ji Yong. To them, this wasn’t just about breaking company rules—it was about their reputation, your future, and everything they thought they had planned for you.

“You’re quitting, and that’s final,” your mother’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

“You think this is love? You’re throwing everything away for a scandal,” your father added, his tone heavy with disappointment.

You hesitated, your heart caught between love and obligation. Ji Yong meant everything to you—you had fought through so much together, endured the hardships of training, secrecy, and pressure, all while holding on to the one thing that made it all bearable: each other.

But now? Now, you were being forced to choose.

Your hands trembled as you clenched your phone, staring at the dozens of messages from Ji Yong—worried, desperate, telling you to stay strong. You loved him. You really did.

But… this wasn’t how things were supposed to end, right?

Unfortunately, you both went your separate ways. Just days after the news, you quit as a trainee and vanished to Japan, leaving Ji Yong drowning in heartbreak. He was wrecked—angry, lost, and utterly shattered. The weight of your absence crushed him, an ache he couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried.

Fast forward three years, and you're a successful model in Japan. Life looks perfect from the outside, but inside, you're empty. Your parents, believing you were destined to be alone, arranged for you to marry a sweet girl of their choosing. You didn’t want to—but then again, had you ever truly wanted anything since him? For years, a hollow ache sat in your chest, an emptiness you couldn't name but maybe, just maybe, it was Ji Yong. Was it him you were missing all along? Did you really want him back? The thought haunted you, tangled in the mess of emotions you’d buried for too long.

Meanwhile, Ji Yong had never truly healed.

Seven years.

That’s how long it had been since Ji Yong truly lived. Since he had poured himself into his music, since he had felt anything real. After you left, everything fell apart. He tried to hold on—to music, to himself—but the weight of your absence crushed him. So he let it all go. The fame, the music, the spotlight. He disappeared, vanishing into the silence you left behind but now, after seven long years, he was back.

He had always looked you up, just to check in, to see how you were doing. And every time, he felt a quiet sense of relief—because you seemed happy, like you had moved on. Meanwhile, he was still carrying the weight of the past, the guilt lingering long after everything had ended.

“Ji Yong…” Taeyang muttered, watching as his friend mindlessly scrolled through your pictures.

“I just came across it,” Ji Yong said, a little too quickly, locking his phone as if that would erase the moment.

“I think you should let go. It’s been years,” Taeyang said, his voice gentle as he placed a hand on Ji Yong’s shoulder.

“I did,” Ji Yong muttered through gritted teeth, but the way his fingers tightened around his phone said otherwise.

Taeyang sighed, knowing full well that Ji Yong was lying but there was no point in pushing it.

“Well, I’m heading out now. Make sure you’re prepared for mmas,” he said, giving his shoulder a light squeeze before turning away.

"Right. mmas..” Ji Yong murmured, staring blankly at his screen.

The same event you were attending.

He was nervous. More than usual. More than he had ever been. Why? Why did his hands tremble as he gripped the microphone? Why did his heart hammer so violently in his chest? It wasn’t just the comeback, wasn’t just the weight of seven years away.

No—this was different. This was you.

The possibility of seeing you again, after all these years, was terrifying. Would you be there? Would you look at him the same way you used to? Or worse—would you not look at him at all? The thought alone made it hard to breathe. Ji Yong had faced the world a thousand times before, but the idea of facing you again? That was the only thing that truly scared him.

You knew. You had known for weeks that Ji Yong would be making his long-awaited return at the MMAs. The whole world was talking about it. But while everyone else was excited, you felt something else entirely. You weren’t worried—at least, that’s what you told yourself but the way your hands felt clammy, the way your heart clenched at the thought of seeing him again, told a different story.

Nervous? Yes. Anxious? Absolutely.

Because after all these years, after everything that happened, you had no idea how it would feel to meet his eyes again. You had walked away all those years ago, leaving him to pick up the shattered pieces. And now, as you prepared to stand in the same room as him once more, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t deserve to see him again.

At the MMAs, you were hosting, standing under the blinding stage lights, microphone in hand. At least you weren’t alone. Someone else stood beside you, filling the space, easing the weight pressing down on your chest but it didn’t really help, did it?

Because you could feel him. Ji Yong’s gaze burned into you from across the stage, unwavering, relentless. He didn’t look away—not even for a second. The crowd, the cameras, the world watching—it all faded into the background. The only thing that existed in that moment was the weight of his stare, heavy with everything left unsaid and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes because you knew the second you did, you’d break.

And then, the moment arrived.

The stage went dark. A hush fell over the arena, anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. You swallowed hard, gripping the mic a little too tightly as the first notes rang out.

Your breath caught.

There he was. Standing in the center of the stage, bathed in an ethereal glow. The world saw an artist making his long-awaited return, but you? You saw him. The man you once knew. The man you once loved. The man you left behind and as his voice filled the room—raw, aching, laced with something only you could understand—you realized something terrifying.

This wasn’t just a performance.

This was him speaking to you.

As Ji Yong stood on that stage, pouring his soul into every note, you forced yourself to turn away—to focus on anything but him but it was useless because he had this thing about him.This pull, this gravity, this unshakable presence that demanded your attention no matter how much you fought it. And so, despite yourself, your eyes kept drifting back to him. Over and over again. Every time you looked, he was already watching you. His gaze—intense, unwavering—pinned you in place, like he was daring you to keep looking. Daring you to listen. Daring you to feel.

And the worst part? You did.

You felt everything.

The night continued, your role as a host forcing you to smile, to present awards, to keep up the act. You moved through the motions, handing trophies to winners, congratulating them with polite words. But beneath it all, your heart was pounding because his name was next. You swallowed hard as the script in your hands confirmed what you already knew. Ji Yong’s comeback, his triumphant return, had earned him an award—and you were the one who had to present it to him. As his name was announced, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. You forced a steady breath, gripping the trophy tightly as he rose from his seat.

And then, he was walking towards you.

With every step he took, the space between you felt smaller, suffocating. The stage lights cast a glow around him, but his eyes—sharp, unreadable—never left yours. When he finally stood before you, the weight of the past crashed down like a tidal wave. For the first time in years, Ji Yong was right in front of you. Close enough to touch. Close enough to speak. Close enough to remind you of everything you tried to forget and as you held out the award, your hands nearly brushing, you realized—this moment wasn’t just about a trophy.

The closer Ji Yong got, the harder it became to breathe. You forced a smile, but the weight of his gaze made your chest tighten. His eyes—those familiar eyes—never wavered, and despite the crowd's applause, it felt as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for you to break. Your host partner, clearly noticing your growing anxiety, gently took the award from your hands, his voice steady as he continued the announcement. He took over smoothly, allowing you to step back, to regain some control.

But Ji Yong? He never took his eyes off you.

He looked at you like he hadn't in years—like you were still everything. And in that moment, everything inside you broke open. The past, the pain, the regret—all of it was there, alive and consuming, as if no time had passed at all.

Backstage, you felt like you were falling apart. The lights, the pressure, the weight of everything—it all came crashing down. Sweat clung to your skin, your body trembling from the anxiety and the sheer force of emotions you’d been fighting all night. Your chest tightened, your breath shallow, as you teetered on the edge of a meltdown and then, just when you thought you couldn’t bear it anymore, you heard it.

"Hey."

The voice, so familiar, so deep, hit you like a wave. You froze, heart racing as you turned around. There he was,

Ji Yong. But this time, he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were focused on the ground, his posture casual, almost detached as he twirled one of his feet back and forth, hands tucked behind him.

"It's been awhile." Those words, so simple, yet so heavy, dropped between you like a bomb.

He was right there—so close, yet so far away. His presence was like a physical force, pushing you back into a time you desperately tried to escape. The words "It's been awhile" echoed in your head, but they felt like knives. Had he really moved on? Or was he pretending?

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

"I was gonna say... it’s good to see you again." He added, his tone light, but there was something in his words that made your heart skip. It was suffocating, being in the same room with him after all these years. The unresolved feelings, the hurt, the love—it was all there, pulling you in different directions. You wanted to scream but instead, you stood there, staring at him, a thousand things left unsaid between you both. It felt like the world had stopped moving, the seconds stretching out between you like a chasm, unbridgeable. His words lingered in the air, and for a moment, you almost thought you heard a tremor in his voice.

Was he hurting too?

Your hands trembled, heart pounding in your chest, as the silence grew louder. The years between you felt like a lifetime, and yet... here you were. Standing in front of him.

‘’You too...’’ The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, barely above a whisper, your voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. It felt like the most fragile thing you’d ever said, the weight of those two words nearly crushing you under their gravity. Ji Yong’s gaze finally shifted, his eyes meeting yours for the first time that night. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just a depth, a sadness, and something that felt painfully familiar. He took a small step forward, his voice softer now, yet still carrying that quiet strength. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

You could barely breathe. Everything you had been avoiding for years seemed to come crashing down all at once. You wanted to cry, to explain everything you couldn’t say before—but the words didn’t come. Instead, you found yourself looking at him, caught in the pull of his gaze, the past flooding back. The good and the bad. The love and the loss. And in that brief silence, it felt like there was no time, no distance between you at all. Just the two of you, standing on the edge of everything left unsaid.

“I’m sorry, I can’t—” Your words broke off in a shaky breath, and without thinking, you turned to leave, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t face him, not now—not like this but as you took that first step toward the door, something stopped you.

A hand—his hand—reached out, grabbing your wrist gently, but firmly enough to keep you from going. You froze, every muscle in your body tensing. His touch sent a jolt through you, a thousand memories rushing back in an instant. You had tried to move on, to bury everything, but now, with him standing so close, it all felt like it had never left.

“Please... don’t go,” Ji Yong’s voice broke through the storm inside you, his tone soft, pleading. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting something that had been eating at him for all these years. “I didn’t know how to fix it... to fix us.”

“And that’s how it should be.” The words came out strained, almost choking you as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to face it, but it was the truth. It had to be. “And I’m sorry for just abandoning you, but we can’t go back. I’m sorry.” The words were heavy, each one slipping from your lips like a confession you had never wanted to make. You couldn’t look at him anymore—not when the weight of your own regret felt like it was suffocating you. You had left him, you had chosen to walk away, and now... now you had to accept it.

His eyes, usually so guarded, were now filled with something you hadn’t seen in years—raw, unfiltered pain. The vulnerability in his gaze hit you like a tidal wave, and for a moment, you almost lost your composure. “You always care about your reputation?” Ji Yong’s voice cracked, desperate, like he was fighting to hold onto control. His grip on your hand tightened, his fingers trembling as if he feared you might slip away again.

“Who cares what everyone else thinks?” His breath hitched, and for the first time in so long, he let the walls crumble. “I really... really loved you! I still do! Don’t you get it?” 

The desperation in his voice tore through you, his words tumbling out faster, each one carrying the weight of all the years spent in silence, all the hurt and longing that had festered. His eyes were glistening, the threat of tears undeniable, and for the first time in ages, he was no longer the confident, untouchable star—he was just Ji Yong, a man standing before you, broken by the love you both shared.

“All you did was care about what others think!” His voice was loud now, cracking with anger and frustration, each word cutting through the air like a blade. His grip on your wrist tightened, digging into your skin, almost as if he was trying to anchor you to him, desperate to make you feel everything he was going through.

You fought against his grip, your heart racing, panic flooding you. The tears you had been holding back threatened to spill, but you refused to let them. “Let go, Ji Yong!” you snapped, voice trembling and then, in one quick movement, you wrenched your hand free, pulling away from him, the sudden coldness of the air between you almost as painful as the ache in your chest.

For a moment, everything was silent, the world holding its breath.

“I’m getting married, Ji Yong,” you said, the words tasting like acid in your mouth. “I can’t... I can’t do this.”

The weight of your confession hit you like a tidal wave. You had told him. You had admitted it aloud. You were moving forward with your life, with someone else—someone your parents had chosen for you but it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t make the pain any less sharp.

Ji Yong stood there, frozen. His expression, a mix of disbelief and shattered hope, was more than you could bear. He took a step toward you, but the look in your eyes—cold, distant, as if the years between you had never mattered—stopped him in his tracks.

“You really moved on, huh?” His voice was barely a whisper, and the raw pain in it cut deeper than any harsh words could.

“I bet it’s a girl too,” he spat, his voice trembling with fury and hurt. “You’re too ashamed to be with a guy for the world, aren’t you?”

The accusation hit you like a slap, your breath catching in your throat. His words were sharp, biting, fueled by the pain he couldn’t hide. You could feel the anger radiating off him, the way he was lashing out, trying to make sense of everything that had shattered between you both.

You flinched, as if his words physically struck you. “It’s not like that, Ji Yong,” you murmured, trying to steady yourself, but the truth felt so far from you.

“Then what is it?” he demanded, his voice rising, desperate, as he took another step toward you. “What is it if not that? You said you loved me. You said you wanted to be with me, and now you’re walking away because of a stupid arrangement? Because of some damn expectations?”

The anger in his words twisted something deep inside you. He was right. In a way, he was right. You had let the world, the pressure of your life, dictate your decisions. You had pushed him away for all the wrong reasons but you couldn’t tell him that. Not now. Not when everything felt like it was crumbling apart between you.

“You don’t understand,”you whispered, stepping back, trying to put distance between you both. “You never did. I didn’t leave because of what I wanted, Ji Yong... I left because of what I had to do.” You turned away from him, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. Every step you took felt heavier than the last, the weight of everything unsaid dragging you down. You could hear Ji Yong’s voice in the back of your mind, his words echoing with anger, with pain, with something deeper you couldn’t fully face. You moved quickly, trying to ignore the raw ache in your chest as you walked toward the exit. The cold air of the hallway hit you, but it didn’t do anything to numb the turmoil inside. You didn’t dare look back, even though you knew he was there.

Behind you, Ji Yong remained in the hallway, standing frozen, his eyes fixed on you. His posture was stiff, as if he didn’t know whether to chase you or stay still. His heart—his words—hung in the air between you both, unresolved. As you stepped out into the cool night, you could still feel his presence behind you, but you kept walking, your mind filled with nothing but the certainty that you had made your choice. Even if it hurt like hell, even if it tore you apart inside, you had to keep moving forward.

"Married?.. Maybe you really did care about what the media thinks of us being together." Ji Yong's words were barely audible, mumbled under his breath, but they hit you like a sharp blade.

You could hear the disbelief, the hurt, the crack in his voice as he stood there, watching you walk away. You heard him take a shaky breath, a desperate sound as he tried to steady himself.

“I loved you...” he said softly, almost to himself. “I still do... but I can’t keep doing this.”

You didn’t respond. The words wouldn’t come. You just kept walking, the weight of the finality in his voice weighing down on you as you stepped into the night, leaving him behind once more.

[daniiye]

⠀𓈒⠀୨୧ Baby your pretty

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none, entirely fluff! note ;  1.5k words! this is pretty short (i think) ˙◠˙

You and Ji Yong recently started dating after being really close friends for a while. One day, Ji Yong finally admitted he wanted something more, and everything changed. Now, you’re both figuring out what it’s like to be together—enjoying first dates, stealing glances, and just feeling good about this new chapter in your relationship. 

Ji Yong was extra excited today—he wanted to pick you up for a date and had planned everything down to the last detail. He sent you the time he’d be there, making sure everything was just right. You could tell he put a lot of thought into it, and it made you smile. Tonight was going to be special.

“Shit—it’s already 7 PM?!”

You shot up from your bed, grabbing your phone in a panic. Rushing to the mirror, your eyes widened.

Your hair—completely curled up and messy.

"I don’t have time to straighten it,” you muttered, heart racing as you slipped into your dress. You practically flew to your vanity, ready to throw on some makeup, but the second you stepped forward—

BAM.

Your toe slammed into the chair, and a fiery pain shot through you. Clenching your fist against your mouth, you stifled a silent scream, your eyes welling up as you fought back tears. The pain was overwhelming, forcing you to your knees. You were so lost in it that you didn’t hear the persistent knocking at your door—or notice Ji Yong standing outside, waiting.

Ji Yong had been waiting outside your house for a while, concern growing with each passing minute. He walked up to the door, knocking a few times before ringing the bell repeatedly. Still no answer. Hesitation flickered across his face as he debated whether to go inside. After a moment of uncertainty, worry won over caution. He pushed the door open slightly and called your name. Silence.

“Y/N?” Ji Yong called out as he stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and closing the door behind him. His concern deepened as he walked further into your home, noticing your bedroom door slightly ajar.

He approached cautiously, knocking again. “Are you okay?” The sound of his voice jolted you back to your senses. Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in your toe. You rushed to the door, slamming it shut before he could step inside.“Hold on!” you blurted, your voice slightly strained.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, gripping your hair with a conflicted expression. He’s never seen my natural hair… and I don’t have time to straighten it. What should I do? The thought lingered, making your stomach twist with uncertainty.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly continued doing your makeup, your hands moving on autopilot while your mind raced. Once you finished, you let out a deep sigh, staring at your reflection. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, the doubt lingered. You were never confident about your hair. Your fingers hesitated over the strands, debating whether to do something—anything—to change it. But time was slipping away, and Ji Yong was already here. Would he even care? You weren’t sure. But as much as you tried to push the insecurity away, it still weighed heavily on you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ji Yong called out again, his voice softer this time. You swallowed hard, staring at your reflection. “No, Ji… I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

A pause. Then, from the other side of the door, he asked, “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the edge of the vanity. A part of you wanted to say no, to hide away until the uncertainty faded. But another part—one that craved the comfort of his presence—won over.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you finally said, “Okay.”

There you were, hands resting on the vanity, your face hidden in your palms. The weight of everything felt too much in that moment. Ji Yong walked in slowly, his eyes falling on you. He paused for a brief second, a flicker of surprise crossing his features when he saw your hair—unruly, not the sleek style you usually wore. He stood behind you, his presence comforting yet making you acutely aware of your vulnerability.

He leaned down slightly, his voice gentle but filled with concern. “Hey… is something wrong?” The warmth of his breath on your neck made your heart skip, and you glanced up at him through the mirror, unsure how to explain the mess of emotions tangled inside you. “My hair…” you muttered, still hiding your face in your hands, not wanting to look at him, or at yourself. He looked down at you for a moment, his expression softening as he carefully spun your chair around to face him. Gently, he took your hands off your face, his touch tender.

“I like this better,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You blinked, caught off guard by his words, your heart skipping a beat. For the first time, you felt your anxiety start to fade, replaced by a warmth that spread through you. The way he looked at you, so sincerely, made you question why you ever doubted yourself in the first place.

“Let’s get you ready, hm?” Ji Yong said softly, turning your chair back to face the mirror. He stood behind you, his hands gently working through your hair, as if he knew exactly what to do. "You know," he continued, his voice light with a chuckle, "it doesn’t hurt to let these curls live out just one time." He paused, giving your reflection a warm smile. "You look gorgeous in them."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. His hands moved carefully through your hair, shaping it with ease, but it was his genuine smile and the way he made you feel—seen—that left you speechless.

For the first time in a long while, you saw yourself through his eyes, and maybe, just maybe, you could learn to love what you’d always hidden.

Once Ji Yong was done, he stepped back, his hands settling on his hips as he admired his work. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he took in your reflection in the mirror. "I should be your hairstylist," he said with a playful grin, clearly proud of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, glancing at him through the mirror. "Maybe you should," you teased, feeling lighter than you had in ages. He winked at you. "Well, if you ever need a pro, you know who to call."

Taking your hand, Ji Yong led you out of the room, carefully closing all the doors behind you. He paused to help you slip into your shoes, his hands steady and gentle. “Ji, I think I can do that on my own,” you said, laughing softly, already feeling a little embarrassed by his attentiveness but without missing a beat, he raised a finger to his lips, shushing you playfully. “No, let me,” he insisted with a smile.You watched, a mixture of surprise and warmth flooding you, as he knelt down and gently put your shoes on for you, his actions as tender as they were considerate. When he finished, he stood up, giving you a soft smile. “Let’s go now, hm?” You nodded, your heart fluttering in a way you weren’t used to. "Okay," you whispered, feeling his calm presence settle all the unease in your chest.

The entire night, Ji Yong couldn’t keep his eyes off you. There was something about the way you looked tonight—your natural hair, your effortless beauty—that left him completely mesmerized. He was struck, in a way he couldn’t quite explain, but he couldn't look away. As the night wore on, he found himself drawn to you more and more.

Finally, unable to hold back, he gently touched a strand of your hair, his fingers brushing it softly as he leaned in closer, his other hand finding its way to your waist.

“I want to see more of this,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. His touch lingered on your skin, as if he needed to make sure you were real, that this moment was real. You felt the warmth of his words wash over you, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to simply be.