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lolllllll

someone on twitter said how jiyong went absolutely SILENT with no posts after übermensch release...

he defo got SHY now that the world know his whole album is all about ovulating

also here's him being all smiley knowing well we'll be listening to those spicy ass songs the next day !

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ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

lover boy(s)

summary: 'making plans in front of your partner but not inviting them prank'

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong was in the walk-in closet, flipping through hangers with a look of deep concentration. Every now and then, you could hear the rustle of fabric and the occasional mumble as he judged each outfit.

That was when you decided it was the perfect time.

On the bed you lay on your stomach, facing away from the closet, grabbing your phone and talking loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah, let's do dinner and drinks - oh, and then maybe some shopping. Yeah! It’ll be so fun."

You heard the hangers stop clinking.

Jiyong had gone quiet.

Hooked.

You kept going, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh, Jiyong? No, no, he’s busy. I don’t think he’d wanna come anyway.”

Silence. Then -

A slow creak of the wardrobe door.

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see Jiyong’s head peek out, his dyed hair slightly messy from changing clothes. His eyes narrowed, full of intrigue.

You turned your back to him again, continuing the fake conversation. “Yeah, just us! I can't wait.”

There was shuffling. Then, the soft patter of socked feet against the hardwood floor.

“Jagi.” His voice was closer now.

You ignored him.

A moment later - tug.

Jiyong’s hand wrapped around your ankle, giving it a gentle pull.

You almost lost it right then and there.

“Jagiya,” he whined, tugging again. “I want to come with you.”

You bit your lip, pretending to be too engaged in the phone call.

You squeaked as he gave it a firm tug, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Jiyong - ” you gasped, biting back a laugh as he pulled again, making you slide a little further.

“Jagi,” he whined, his grip tightening around your ankle. “Why can’t I come?”

You covered your mouth holding in a laugh.

Jiyong huffed dramatically, releasing your ankle before hurrying away.

You barely had time to process his retreat when he returned - striding across the room, holding something small and expensive-looking in his hands.

A mini Birkin bag.

Your jaw dropped.

He knew you’d been obsessing over that bag for weeks.

Jiyong smirked, holding it up like a prize as he casually paced back and forth in front of you, flashing it in your line of vision.

You completely forgot about the prank.

“Oh my god!” you shrieked, flinging your phone somewhere as you scrambled upright on the bed.

You reached your hand out for the bag, eyes wide with excitement - only for him to jerk it out of reach at the last second.

You blinked, confused. “Jiyong - ?!”

“Can I come?”

You threw your hands up. “I was just joking.”

He tsk’d, twirling the bag between his fingers. “Then say I can come.”

“Jiyong - ”

“No.” He held it further away. “Say it.”

You launched yourself from the bed at him.

Jiyong let out a startled laugh as you collided into his chest, nearly knocking him over. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

You peppered his face with gratitude kisses, giggling between each one. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Of course I'd have invited you."

You knew that he'd live inside your purse if he could.

His grip on you tightened, his smirk softening into something fond.

And with that, the prank was long forgotten.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were lying in bed together when you decided to pull the prank. He was sat against the headboard, wrapped in a blanket and scrolling through Netflix to find a film to watch as you casually raised the phone to your ear.

“Hey y/f/n... what's up? Oh, you want to go out tonight?” you saw him from the corner of your eye shaking his head in protest. "That new club in town?"

He huffed and puffed, crossing his arms like a petulant child. You bit your lip and continued.

"It's ok, I'm not doing anything right now anyway."

Seunghyun pushed his head in front of your line of sight. "Am I invisible?"

You ignored him, pushing him away with a laugh. "I can be ready in twenty minutes."

That was all it took.

Without a word, Seunghyun dramatically unwrapped himself from the comfort his blanket and rolled.

Right on top of you.

A heavy oof left your lungs as his full weight pressed you into the mattress.

“Seunghyun - !”

Nothing. No reaction. Just a deep, satisfied sigh as he settled in, his head resting against your chest like a human sandbag.

You wriggled beneath him, your phone falling from your hand. “You’re crushing me!”

He hummed in response. Completely unfazed.

“Get up!” you whined, trying to shove at his shoulders. He didn’t budge.

Instead, he stretched out even more, making himself heavier, pinning you down completely.

“What?” he murmured, his voice lazy and calm. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

You squirmed. “Seunghyun - move!”

“You’re warm,” he mumbled, ignoring you entirely. “Good pillow.”

“I’m not a pillow!”

Another deep sigh.

“Shh,” he murmured, patting your arm like you were the one being unreasonable. “Just relax.”

“Relax?!” you wheezed. “I can't breathe!”

Still, nothing.

You could hear the smirk in his voice when he finally said, “Well, guess you’re not going out then.”

Oh, he was enjoying this.

You sighed, limbs going limp in defeat. “I hate you.”

He chuckled, nuzzling against you. “No, you don’t. Pillows aren't hateful. They're soft and smell nice."

He squished into you further, if that was even possible.

And just like that, your fate was sealed. Plans? Cancelled. Freedom? Denied. You were now officially a prisoner beneath the world’s heaviest (and smuggest) boyfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when you see another video about the 'making plans without your bf' trend. You like the post and decide to test it out on your too-sweet-for-his-own-good boyfriend, Daesung.

Casually, you stretch and say, “Ooh, y/f/n just messaged me. She said the girls are going to karaoke tonight - "

Before you can even clarify, Daesung’s head snaps up from his book.

“Karaoke!?” His whole face lights up, eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

You blink. “I - ”

But it’s too late. The book has been tossed to one side.

He’s up on his feet, racing to grab both your shoes before bouncing over to you, grinning ear to ear. “Babe! This is perfect! What should we sing first? Oh! We need warm-ups. Ok... that's fine we can do them in the car."

He then hurries to the kitchen but you can still hear him and the joy in his voice. "Do we have honey tea? Wait! Shall we do a duet?" He runs back into the room, his hair bouncing with his elevated movements. "Why are you still sitting?"

You stare at him, heart sinking, realising you’ve just doomed yourself to a night full of singing.

You were never actually going to karaoke.

But now… now you have to.

Because how could you possibly look at that huge, excited grin and tell him he’s not invited?

You force a smile. “Uh… of course! Karaoke! Let’s go…”

Daesung cheers, practically skipping to the door. He didn't even care that you were still in your matching tracksuits and crocs.

You sigh, shooting a quick text to your friends.

guys. help. i messed up. anyone up for karaoke tonight????

And then you follow your way-too-happy boyfriend out the door, mentally preparing yourself for a full three-hour concert… starring Daesung.

Yet you couldn't help but smile to yourself. His happiness was infectious.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

these boys... can't not love em

a little different from my usual but had the prank inspo from @topluvr ! go check out their fic too <3

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk , @shieraseastarrs , @ctrldivinev

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everything i wanted

a happy one

summary: in which the timing is never quite right... but when is it ever?

The news had been weighing on you for days now.

It settled in your bones, in the space between your ribs, heavy and unmoving - something both miraculous and terrifying. You carried it alone, waking with it in the quiet hours before dawn, feeling the enormity of it press against your lungs.

You had always told yourself you would wait until the time was right.

And now, of all times, the universe had decided for you.

Jiyong’s voice filters in from across the apartment, muffled by the sound of rain tapping against the windows. He’s on the phone, pacing, his tone light - excited. You don’t have to ask what it’s about.

"It’s happening." He had told you just last night, eyes shining with something electric. "The world tour, the comeback - the label is ready to announce it tomorrow."

Tomorrow.

By this time tomorrow, he would be standing in front of the cameras, smiling that dazzling, untouchable smile, telling the world he was finally coming back. His dream - the thing he had bled for, sacrificed for - was finally within reach.

And you...

You were about to change everything.

Your fingers gently ran over soft grey fur, petting the purring cat lying contently on your stomach.

"Do you already know?" You asked the furry creature with a bemused smile. She'd been more clingy in recent weeks, always sitting on you instead of her usual perch on Jiyong. "Can you tell him for me?"

"Tell me what?"

He walks into the room, still scrolling through his phone. Even in the dim light, he looks radiant - sharp jawline, delicate features, his presence effortlessly magnetic.

His life has always been so big. So much bigger than this quiet apartment, bigger than this moment.

"Are you feeding her treats without me?" He reached over you to pick Zoa up and hold her like a baby. "Or do you just not like Appa anymore? Hmm?" He asked the calm feline.

You stared at him as he cooed and fussed over your shared pet. He'd always made it clear he wanted children, even before you had started dating.

His fame had made it difficult for him to achieve that, and then after, when he settled down and met you, you weren't ready to give up your career yet - a decision your partner was happy to support. But now he'd chosen to return to the spotlight once again...

"Jagi?" His voice is soft when he looks up at you. Then, his brows furrow slightly. He settles Zoa on the back of the sofa and she runs off, as if sensing her parents need a private moment. Traitor.

"You okay?"

No.

You are standing at the edge of something irreversible.

But there is no right time. There never was.

So you force yourself to inhale, to steady your voice.

"Ji..."

Something in your tone makes him stop completely. His fingers are white as they grip the back of the expensive couch - a low, white wall between you.

"What is it?"

Your throat closes. The words sit heavy on your tongue, too large to force out all at once.

"I'm - " You exhale shakily. "I'm pregnant."

A breath.

A pause.

For a moment, the world outside goes silent - the rain, the distant hum of the city, the weight of time itself.

Jiyong doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. His eyes, dark and unreadable, remain locked onto yours.

You brace for anything. A frown, a sigh, the subtle shift of disappointment in his face.

But instead - he just breathes.

"Say it again." His voice is quiet. Unsteady.

You swallow. Your fingers press into your palms, grounding yourself.

"I'm pregnant."

This time, you hear his breath catch. His chest rises - slow, deep, as if trying to take in the moment all at once.

Then, finally, he moves.

Not toward you, but away.

He exhales sharply, turning, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You watch his back, your heart tightening with every second that passes.

This was a mistake.

The timing is wrong. You should have waited. Should have given him more time, let him have this moment before burdening him with -

Then, just as the thought grips you, he turns back.

And there, on his face -

Not frustration. Not hesitation.

But something so raw, so unfiltered, that it steals the breath from your lungs.

His eyes shine with something you cannot name.

And when he speaks, his voice is hoarse.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

The word barely leaves your lips before he’s walking around the sofa, reaching for you, hands framing your face so gently, so reverently, as if he’s afraid you might break beneath his touch.

He laughs - a quiet, disbelieving sound, shaking his head. But his eyes betray him, glistening in the dim light, pupils blown wide with something uncontainable.

"Jagi...we're going to have a baby,"

The way he says it - so tenderly - sends something sharp through you.

You nod, pressing your lips together to keep them from trembling. "I know the timing is terrible -"

"Don’t." His hands tighten slightly, his forehead pressing to yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Don’t say that."

Your lashes flutter. "Jiyong - "

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?" His voice wavers. "How long I’ve - " He exhales shakily, closing his eyes for a moment, as if trying to steady himself.

Then, his arms are wrapping around you, pulling you against him, holding you as if you might slip away.

"This is everything I’ve ever wanted."

And just like that, the weight in your chest finally lifts.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i have a sad version of this title in the works 🌝

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leak post

✦ Leak Drafts GDXReader!? ✦

alright, let me explain.

The first three images are a part of a draft from my GDXReader.

the last two images are ideas—each one represents a different scenario for the story.

TELL ME which one intrigues you the most!

and i’ll speed up the progress for it!!

have a nice night (or day) guys ☻☻✦✦

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some peace of mind

summary: life on tour brings tears

You don’t tell him.

Not at first. Not when he finally calls between rehearsals, his voice soft but rushed. “How was the appointment, jagi?”

Or when he texts a few hours later, “Send me a pic of the ultrasound, I wanna see our little bean.”

You don’t tell him, because it was ruined for you. The nurse had smiled too wide, voice too casual when she let the gender of your baby slip. The translation took a moment to register in your head but it was there. Despite you and Jiyong agreeing to keep it a surprise, you knew. And he didn't. Because he wasn't there.

You had lay there, hands folded over your rounded belly, blinking at the wall as the moment you’d imagined - the moment you were supposed to share with him - slipped through your fingers like sand.

And now, it’s too late to get it back.

So you lie. Or, at least, you let him believe the truth is still waiting for him.

“Everything was fine.” “The baby’s healthy.” “I miss you.”

Because you do. More than ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It happens over something stupid.

You’re both tired. You’re both stretched thin. He walks in late, again, smelling like sweat - his hair slightly damp and stuck to the back of his neck. He barely glanced at you before collapsing onto the hotel room couch.

And you’re being unfair, you know that. You knew the schedule before you packed your bags and got on the plane. You knew this wouldn’t be easy.

But then he sighs, absentmindedly rubbing his temples, and it’s enough to make something inside you snap.

"I don’t know why I even bothered coming on tour."

Jiyong looks up instantly, his brows pulling together. “What?”

"It’s not like we’ve spent more than five minutes together since we got here."

He blinks at you, confused and exhausted. “Baby, I told you -”

"Yeah, you told me. I know you’re busy, Jiyong. I know you’re tired. But so am I.” You gesture down at yourself, frustrated. You were six months along in the pregnancy now. “I didn’t think I’d feel this… alone.”

His expression shifts - guilt flickering beneath the frustration. “I didn’t ask you to come just to leave you alone, okay? I wanted you here.”

"Then be here!" The words come out too sharp, too raw. And before you can stop yourself, you add -

"God, Ji, you weren’t even there when they accidentally told me -"

You freeze.

Jiyong’s whole body stills. The air in the room goes thick.

"What?"

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Because now he knows.

And the look on his face - the realization that he missed it, that you’ve been carrying this alone for days - makes your chest ache.

"You know?" His voice is small. Careful.

You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away.

"Yeah."

Jiyong just stares at you. His hands curl into fists like he doesn’t know what to do with them. Like he wants to be angry but doesn’t know where to place it.

Finally, he exhales - shaky and quiet. And it feels like the fight drains out of both of you at the same time.

Neither of you say another word.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Later, when you’re curled up under the sheets, facing the wall, the mattress shifts behind you.

A familiar weight. A familiar warmth.

He slides in carefully, hesitantly, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed. Like he’s waiting for you to push him away.

But you don’t.

Instead, you feel him exhale against the back of your neck. And then - tentatively, reverently - his hand finds your round belly.

"Tell me." His voice is barely a whisper.

You close your eyes. Take a breath.

“It’s a girl.”

Jiyong sucks in a breath. You feel him press his forehead against your shoulder, his fingers tightening over your stomach.

“A girl.” His voice is shaky. “We’re having a daughter.”

And for the first time in days, your chest doesn’t feel so heavy.

"Yeah."

He stays quiet for a long time. Then, softly -

"I wanted to be there."

"I know."

"I hate that I wasn’t."

You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I know that too.”

It’s not a solution. But it’s enough.

For now.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of soft rustling.

Jiyong is sitting at the edge of the bed, his back to you, fiddling with something in his hands. His hoodie is loose, his hair still messy from sleep, but there’s a quiet focus in the way he moves.

"What are you doing?" you mumble sleepily.

He turns, startled. His lips twitch like he’s about to say something, but then he just sighs and holds out a small, red box. The logo on the front is one you recognise instantly. Cartier.

"Jiyong…"

"I should’ve been there when you found out." His voice is low, steady. "I should’ve been there for you. I'm sorry that I wasn’t."

He gently places the box into your hands.

You hesitate, still drowsy, before slowly flipping the box open.

Inside, resting on soft velvet -

A tiny gold bracelet. Delicate, beautiful. Too small to be for you.

Your chest tightens.

"It’s hers." His voice softens. "For when she’s here." Then, after a pause - "I got one for you too."

You blink up at him. And that’s when he reaches into his pocket.

Pulls out a second, matching bracelet. He already had stacks of the branded bracelets on his own wrist, as did you, it was your thing. But now it was something that belonged to the three of you.

Your family.

That’s it. That’s what breaks you.

The weeks of frustration, of loneliness, of feeling like you were going through this alone. The weight of it crashes into you all at once.

You don’t even try to stop the tears.

Jiyong notices instantly. His eyes widen, his hands reaching for you. "Jagiya, don’t cry - "

But you’re already gripping the front of his hoodie, pulling him into you. He stumbles slightly, then melts, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"You’re such an idiot," you sniffle into his shoulder.

"I know." His lips press to the side of your head. "But I love you. And I love her already."

Your fingers tighten in his hoodie. "We love you too."

And as his arms hold you tighter, steadier, like a silent promise -

You finally, finally feel like you aren’t doing this alone.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

this has been sitting in my drafts toooo long

belongs to the world of everything i wanted <3

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse

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English vers.

Based On My Dreams Series (GD LINE):

❝ Too Dry? ❞

Main Line (part 1)

start - friday21022025

couple - Kwon Ji Yong (G-Dragon) x fem!reader

chapters summary - what if you chose to tease gdragon then? would things have been different?!

note - chaotic, bad words, side characters, time branch if you choose to say something playful with GD, funny, alcohol, drunk, bar, kissing, teasing, age gap

caption section - after reviewing and organizing more ideas for the plot, i decided to officially develop the Based On My Dreams Series into a long fanfic combined with many story lines depending on your choices (follow the Quantum Multiverse Theory). y/n is in the late twenties and about to enter their thirties, a third-year student majoring in film scriptwriting.

We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

Don't forget to read the Main Line (part 1) first!!

You quickly let yourself soak in the atmosphere while waiting for your best friend, who was busy flirting with the bartender (and ordering more drinks for both of you). The tension in your body gradually melted away, your shoulders feeling lighter by the second. It was hard to believe this trip was already working wonders—on just the first day.

Then, out of nowhere, a cold liquid spilled down the back of your neck, soaking your entire back. A sharp shiver ran up your spine, triggering an instant wave of shock and discomfort that shot straight to your brain, making you yelp. Luckily, the bar was noisy enough to drown out your outburst.

Spinning around, you searched for the culprit—and found yourself facing a guy dressed in a breezy, casual outfit. His face was undeniably Korean, but he wasn’t bad-looking at all. In fact, when combined with his overall aura, he looked…pretty cool!

His expression, however, was hilarious. Though the dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, his wide eyes, hand-over-mouth reaction, and panicked mumbling made it obvious he was apologizing and checking if you were okay.

You were in too good of a mood to get mad. You were about to say something, but then you spotted your best friend scanning the crowd for you. With no time to linger, you flashed the guy a quick grin, leaned in slightly, and said a few words before slipping through the dancing crowd to rejoin your friend.

"You think I'm too dry, huh? It's fine tho, thanks for the baptism! Amen!"

You take a few steps before instinctively turning your head, wanting to catch his reaction—whether to acknowledge him with a look or just to see if he found your joke funny. But your hair and the bustling crowd block your view, and before you know it, the music drowns out your curiosity.

"Thanks," you say out of habit as you accept your drink from your best friend, quickly following up with a more intentional question, "So? Has the bartender fallen for you yet, girl?"

Your best friend, after a few drinks, is a completely different person from the shy girl who fumbles her native language when placing an order at a new restaurant. With enough alcohol, she’s fearless—every good-looking guy is fair game for her teasing, and she makes them blush effortlessly. The confidence you had earlier when cracking a joke with the guy who “baptized” you with Chivas? That energy was all borrowed from her.

Messing with strangers with harmless little quips? Not a bad feeling at all.

Your friend says something about the bartender, but before long, the conversation halts as both of you rush to the dance floor the moment the DJ transitions into a K-pop remix.

It’s been far too long since you last let yourself taste a night like this. The drinks start as a few cocktails but quickly escalate to each of you holding a full bottle of imported liquor, dancing and sipping away. The music hits deeper when your body is tipsy. You even find yourself openly dancing with random guys and girls—still relatively tame behavior compared to your best friend, who has probably ended up in some dark corner making out with the bartender by now.

The nausea starts creeping up from your chest to your throat. You down the last of your drink, cheerfully settle the bill, and head toward the restroom in search of your friend.

You bump into someone, but you're too unsteady to hold your balance. Just as you're about to fall forward, a strong arm catches you—one hand securely holding your waist, the other steadying your back.

"너! (You!)" The voice exclaims.

It takes you a second to register. You can’t quite recall the face, but the tattoo on his forearm jogs your memory. Your eyes widen, and with a drunken grin, you straighten up and shout:

"AMEN!"

He immediately bursts into laughter, doubling over as he clutches his face, leaning against the wall, unable to stop.

Satisfied that your joke hit its mark, you smirk, looking ridiculously triumphant.

"Yeah, I apologize for that incident," he finally manages between chuckles, switching to English instead of the frantic Korean apologies from earlier.

"Huh?!" You pretend not to hear him over the music, though you definitely did.

He leans in to repeat himself, and you nod along, squinting like an old lady, before teasing,

"It’s fine, but hey, cool guy—" You pause. He instinctively tilts his head closer, waiting for the rest of your sentence.

Then, in a hushed whisper, just loud enough for him alone to hear, you say:

"Do I look less dry now? Juicy enough yet?"

A bold, playful challenge. You didn’t exactly plan on flirting so soon after a breakup, but hey—it’s a foreign guy, so what’s there to lose?

He laughs again, but softer this time. Maybe out of shyness. Or maybe he finds you intriguing?

His smile seems oddly familiar. More importantly, it’s incredibly cute. And combined with the alcohol coursing through you, it’s also..kind of sexy.

You have a thing for watching people’s mouths when they smile. There’s something undeniably attractive about it. And this guy? He already exudes main-character energy, even with that slightly dorky grin.

"Yes, you do," he finally responds—again, leaning in just enough that his lips barely graze the shell of your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, similar to when the cold liquor was poured down your back earlier. But this time, you like it.

You turn to face him, eyes slightly squinting from your smile, your cheekbones lifting just enough—your grin is not as wide as when you’re joking, but subtly inviting. A silent green light.

Your faces are close. He doesn't pull away. His eyes search yours, gauging your intent. But you? You’re not looking at his eyes. You’re fixated on the corner of his lips, still faintly curled upward.

The DJ let the beat drops.

And in that split second, your gazes finally lock—caught red-handed in mutual attraction.

No time to think.

Your lips crash into each other, reckless and unhesitating, like neither of you care whether the other wanted it or not.

The kiss is strangely familiar. As if you've done this a hundred times before. Your heads tilt instinctively, in perfect sync.

Your bodies press against each other with no space in between. He pushes you gently against the hallway wall.

Both of you kept pushing and pulling, kissing fervently while your hands explored each other slowly and deliberately. Your arms draped over his neck, fingers brushing through the hair at his nape and tracing the curve of his ear before sliding down to his neck, shoulders, chest, and waist.

Unconsciously, you traced and familiarized yourself with his body, your eyes tightly shut.

Unlike you—whose hands had already wandered to his hips—he simply cradled your back and caressed your nape. His slender, cool fingers felt like chilled liquor, gliding up and down the back of your neck in a teasing manner, occasionally pulling your head closer to deepen the kiss. His other hand rested gently at your lower back, pressing your bodies even tighter together—his every movement refined in contrast to your own.

You couldn’t breathe, yet you didn’t want to stop. Awkwardly, you switched between breathing through your nose and mouth, trying to prolong the kiss so there was no pause between you two—a determination that made him chuckle quietly in amusement.

Oh, and he had facial hair—not long, but just enough for it to graze your skin as you kissed. But he was careful, making sure it wouldn’t bother you too much. Not that you minded, because you were far too lost in this kiss to care about a few bristles.

He was an insanely good kisser!

You never understood how couples could shamelessly make out in public, but right now, you're no different. Lost in it, eyes shut tight, surrendering to a kiss from a total stranger—someone you just met, someone whose face you still don’t fully remember.

But deep down, you know that alcohol doesn’t make you lose control. It just gives you an excuse to embrace your most primal instincts.

And the tight, coiling sensation in your stomach? That’s the most honest part of you right now.

You wake up in an unfamiliar room.

A cold wave of panic surges through your chest.

Did you…?

“Hey, Y/n, hurry up and shower! I’m taking you to my workplace today. I started working part-time at this cute little café since I don’t have morning classes anymore. Oh, you can use my clothes, we have a same size right?”

Your best friend steps out of the bathroom, towel-drying her short hair.

Relief washes over you.

Your shoulders, once tense, suddenly feel as light as a feather.

You flop back onto the bed, stretching lazily as you groan, “Good morninggg!!”

Your friend laughs, snapping her towel at your butt.

“Hurry up, we’re getting hangover soup first!”

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F i x a r a w S o f t e n

friday21022025

02:40

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to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch.

did yall like it?

hope you all understand and enjoy ♡

[jenn2sec]

English vers.

Based On My Dreams Series (MAIN LINE):

❝ Healing Trip ❞

start - thursday20022025

couple - bigbang(you decide who) x fem!reader

chapters summary - after your strong resistance against the abuse from your boyfriend's (now ex) family, you were suspended from school for a year, so what will you do during that forced break? of course, take a direct flight to korea to heal! lets see how lucky you will be with bigbang-boys!

note - chaotic, bad words, side characters, this post won't feature bigbang, but read on and make your choice at the end!, funny, quantum multiverse, alcohol

caption section - after reviewing and organizing more ideas for the plot, i decided to officially develop the Based On My Dreams Series into a long-form fanfic (when i say long, i mean it will have a more structured storyline). y/n is in the late twenties and about to enter their thirties, a third-year student majoring in film scriptwriting.

We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

[ Before I could make sense of everything, my feet were already standing on his grave. ]

After reviewing the entire script draft for the short film, you sent it to senior H/n. Just thinking about it made you frustrated—why did you have to do his work for him? This was supposed to be his graduation project! Your head felt as hot as a furnace, yet you still had to sit in the library after your morning classes, rushing to finish his “problem.”

“That jerk…” you mumbled, slamming your laptop shut before quickly stacking up your books into a neat pile and dragging yourself out of the library.

Time flew by, and you were already close to completing your second semester of your third year in university. Just one more semester and another year, and you’d finally have that bachelor’s degree in your hands. Lost in your feverish state, you found yourself daydreaming about internships—completely unaware that the so-called "talented" senior you had just cursed was now striding towards you with an air of arrogance.

“Hey, y/n! Come here for a sec.” He waved a hand at you like an impatient boss calling over an employee just to scold them. Just great. You had only insulted him in your head a moment ago, and now he had appeared like a summoned ghost. With a deep sigh, you bit your lip and walked over.

"I really appreciate your help, but you should really reconsider $#%&—" He kept rambling, his words buzzing in your ears like an annoying fly. What was this? Was he actually complaining about a script that he got for free?

You were too stunned to speak. The only reason you put up with this lunatic was because he was your boyfriend’s older brother and the son of the head professor of your department.

Let’s see… He was the son of the department head but was still drowning in over ten failed courses, barely hanging onto his chance to graduate. And ever since you had visited your boyfriend’s house and discovered that both of you were in the same screenwriting major, more than half of his overdue assignments had magically ended up in your lap. Call you stupid if you guys want—at first, you thought dating someone from the same school would be nice. His mother was a well-respected professor, and surely his older brother must be talented too, right? Wrong. And now, your so-called “future brother-in-law” was acting like he was the professor and you were the clueless student, lecturing you in the middle of campus with no regard for your dignity.

"I am sorry, but I’m really exhausted. Can’t you see the fever patch on my foreh—" You weakly protested, carefully choosing your words to avoid bruising his ego, but H/n immediately cut you off, clicking his tongue and placing his hands on his hips.

"Y/n, if you’re going to do something, do it properly. You can’t use being sick as an excuse to hand in a script full of plot holes!"

You froze. Your face went blank, as if someone had just smacked you over the head with a hammer. You could only stare at this shameless man in disbelief.

"Hey, are y—" Just as you were about to snap back, your younger boyfriend suddenly appeared from afar, grinning as he approached. Without hesitation, he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek.

"What are you two doing out here?"

Seeing your boyfriend felt like spotting a lifeline in the middle of an ocean. You turned around, ready to whine about your suffering, but before you could even speak, the brat jumped back in horror, shoving you away a few steps.

"Wait, you’re sick?! Hey, hey, don’t get me infected! I have an internship next week!" He hurriedly pulled a mask out of his pocket and put it on, while his brother scolded him for overreacting.

And then, just like that, he kept going. Your dear senior resumed his endless criticism of your script, delivering yet another long-winded lecture about character development and scene construction.

A childish boyfriend. A useless, arrogant brother-in-law. And you—sick to the point of collapse, with a very solid pile of books in your hands.

Yes. With a rage-induced fever clouding your mind like a drunken haze, you didn’t hesitate. You hurled the entire stack of books at that senior’s face, then grabbed the thickest one and jabbed it straight at your stupid boyfriend, who is gaping.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU BASTARDS!!! ALL OF YOU, OUT! RIGHT NOW! F* OFF YOU MOTHER F******!!!!!!!!"

"That damn bastards….my gosh how can I know I’d break the library window! It’s all their fault! Huhuhu—" You wailed into your phone, sobbing so hard that your eyes were practically swelling shut.

On the other end of the call, your online best friend sighed. "So… what about your ‘future mother-in-law’?"

The mere mention of that woman made you cry even louder. "That witch! She only acted nice because she saw me as her eldest son’s academic lifeline! But the moment I broke their noses today, she went insane and demanded that the school expel me! Huhuhu—!"

Your friend let out a long, tired sigh. "So let me get this straight… You got suspended for a whole year just for assault and property damage? That’s kind of harsh. I’d say one semester at most." You sniffled. "No, no. Before that, I went to the academic office and reported that entire damn family—especially that bastard H/n—for forcing me to do his coursework."

"WHAT?!" Your friend shrieked in shock before bursting into laughter. Meanwhile, you grinned victoriously.

"Serves those assholes right."

You don't mind graduating a year late, you're a pretty good student after all—it's basically a gap year. But that asshole? His record's been erased. And his mom? Suspended for a whole semester. Ha!

"Why do you keep listening to those gay dudes all the time?"

A slipper flew straight toward the speaker—unfortunately, it missed. You've heard this comment enough times to no longer take it to heart, but you still had to put up some kind of resistance. Your older brother kicked your slipper further away—specifically, out onto the porch—before lazily walking over to the fridge to find something to snack on.

Meanwhile, you sat idly on the sofa, listening to your favorite music: K-pop.

It had been a long time since you last had the chance to relax like this. Ever since you got involved with that damn family, even your holidays were spent helping H/n.

So now, being able to unwind felt a bit unfamiliar. You started feeling like you had rested too much—your hands and feet were itching to do something.

"If you're so free, why don't you go out or get a job? Doesn't staying home bore you?" your brother asked, plopping down on the couch with a bag of snacks. He grabbed the remote and switched the TV to some streamer’s YouTube channel.

"HEY!" You grabbed your other slipper and threw it straight at his face—this time, it hit. After a brief scuffle, both of you lazily slumped back onto the couch.

"Getting a part-time job doesn’t sound too bad—"

Suddenly, your phone rang. It was your online best friend calling.

And with just one phone call, your plan to get a job turned into a healing trip abroad.

The room you rented was in an apartment complex located deep within a neighborhood already slated for redevelopment. Despite this, quite a few people still lived here. Most people—including your online best friend—found the place too cramped and bustling, but you actually liked it. Having lived with your parents and brother your whole life, you never had the chance to "coexist" with strangers like this. So even though you felt a bit uneasy, you valued this experience—it was something worth having!

Your online best friend picked you up from the airport and helped you find a short-term rental. (You had decided to stay for an extended period, given that you had an entire year of free time.) After finishing the move-in process, she immediately switched into tour guide mode and took you on an adventure through Seoul.

This was only the second time you two had met in real life—the first being when she visited your country for a trip. Now, it was your turn to visit hers. Twice was more than enough to erase any awkwardness. The two of you went all out, exploring every corner, from delicious street food to fun entertainment spots.

“Lucky for you, you know enough Korean to communicate, right?” she asked, biting into a strawberry tanghulu—the popular sugar-coated fruit snack often seen in TikTok dance videos. You nodded slightly, using your own candy stick to poke at the hardened sugar stuck on your molars before replying.

“Just a little. I’m definitely not fluent enough to compete with the locals.” You joked, recalling how, during your first meeting, she had been too flustered to even speak English properly.

Both of you had made an effort to learn each other’s native languages, but for the most part, you still communicated in English for convenience, occasionally throwing in phrases from the second language. So naturally, she reacted quickly to your teasing:

"야! 놀리지 마!! (Ya! Don’t tease me!!)”

She laughed awkwardly at her own outburst, making both of you burst into laughter. Your attention was then quickly stolen by a brightly lit bar nearby.

“Hey, I didn’t know Aven Star had a branch in Korea,” you remarked.

“Of course they do! They even invite artists over all the time. Wanna go in? Who knows, maybe you’ll run into one of your ‘husbands,’” she teased, nudging your shoulder.

You were about to agree instantly, but one glance at your outfit made you hesitate. “I can’t. I look like a complete mess right now.”

“Excuse me?! Stop acting like a pick-me girl! You look amazing, so get in there and have fun!”

Well, if that damn family knew you were out here vacationing and enjoying yourself, they’d be fuming. Just the thought of it made you relax a little more and confidently step inside.

The moment you entered, your ears were greeted by remixes of old-but-gold US-UK songs, refreshed with an upbeat twist that made them even catchier. The dim, flickering lights were adjusted just right—not harsh on the eyes—but the place was packed. That was typical for this bar. You never went bar-hopping much during your school days, but if you did, Aven Star was always your go-to. It was surreal that your favorite club had somehow followed you across the world, making your healing trip feel even more complete.

You quickly let yourself soak in the atmosphere while waiting for your best friend, who was busy flirting with the bartender (and ordering more drinks for both of you). The tension in your body gradually melted away, your shoulders feeling lighter by the second. It was hard to believe this trip was already working wonders—on just the first day.

Then, out of nowhere, a cold liquid spilled down the back of your neck, soaking your entire back. A sharp shiver ran up your spine, triggering an instant wave of shock and discomfort that shot straight to your brain, making you yelp. Luckily, the bar was noisy enough to drown out your outburst.

Spinning around, you searched for the culprit—and found yourself facing a guy dressed in a breezy, casual outfit. His face was undeniably Korean, but he wasn’t bad-looking at all. In fact, when combined with his overall aura, he looked…pretty cool!

His expression, however, was hilarious. Though the dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, his wide eyes, hand-over-mouth reaction, and panicked mumbling made it obvious he was apologizing and checking if you were okay.

You were in too good of a mood to get mad. You were about to say something, but then you spotted your best friend scanning the crowd for you. With no time to linger, you flashed the guy a quick grin, leaned in slightly, and said a few words before slipping through the dancing crowd to rejoin your friend.

"________"

| If You Choose to Say Something Playful.

| If You Choose to Say Something Reassuring. [comingsoon]

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F i x a r a w S o f t e n

thursday20022025

23:46

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to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch. a bigbangxreader fanfic operating on the quantum multiverse theory, why not?!

every choice you make leads you to a different person, opening up distinct storylines, what do you think?!

hope you all understand and enjoy ♡

[jenn2sec]

TOO HOT??!!!!!

UHHH hi so i loved your stylist fic sooo muchh and can't help but wonder abt something related to it — what about reader being a famed/on the rise fashion designer?? — like imagine in recent times (esp: übermensch comeback!) reader newly got hype from the fashion world, and met gd in an event, and boom! a reunion. turns out reader was a junior stylist or an underrated designer for bb back in the days!!! 🫶🫶

stitches

an unofficial sequel to 'close to you'

summary: in which its not a one time thing

warnings: mild spice

The city hummed with the energy of Fashion Week - paparazzi flashes against cobblestone streets, the scent of expensive perfume clinging to the evening air, the sharp, rhythmic clack of designer heels against marble floors.

You had been here before - behind the scenes, hands stained with fabric chalk, threading needles under blinding white lights. But this time was different.

Your designs were finally on the runway. Your name was printed in glossy magazines. You weren’t just a stylist working behind the scenes anymore - you were the name they whispered in exclusive showrooms, the designer people wanted to dress their muses in.

And yet, as you stepped into the private Chanel fitting room, all the prestige, all the professional detachment you had built over the years, nearly crumbled.

Because he was there.

Jiyong.

Sitting casually on the velvet settee, dressed in soft creams - a Chanel sweater, wide-leg trousers, sleek glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His hair was a bright shade of teal that sharpened his already striking features, tattoos peeking from his sleeves.

He looked effortless. He looked exactly the same.

But something had changed.

Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly when he saw you. Maybe it was how his fingers, always adorned with rings, tensed where they rested on his knee.

Or maybe it was the years that had stretched between you - years that hadn’t dulled the weight of your last, bitter goodbye.

He stood, pushing his glasses up into his hair. “You came.”

You exhaled slowly, adjusting your posture. Professional. Cool. Not the girl who once let herself get tangled up in him, lost in hotel rooms and late-night after parties. “It’s my job.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was something softer beneath it. His hands slid deep into his pockets. “I’ve been trying to work with you for years.”

You ignored the way your stomach clenched.

It had been years since Tokyo, since you burned through each other like cigarettes, all heat and ruin. Years since you walked away - choosing your degree, your career, stability.

You had dodged his attempts to reconnect - choosing to not repeat history.

“I was busy.”

It was hard to convince yourself you had moved on, throwing yourself into your work. What happened between you was nothing but a whirlwind, a mistake that burned too bright, too fast.

You spent years undoing him.

So why did it feel like all of that was unraveling with just one look?

Jiyong hummed, his gaze slow as it traveled over you - not in the way it once did, full of hunger and unchecked arrogance, but with something more measured.

He gestured to the garments hanging beside him - all of them pieces you had designed. “These are yours.”

You nodded. “They are.”

Something flickered across his face - pride? Nostalgia? He stepped closer, his voice quieter now. “I always knew you’d make it.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could respond, a Chanel director entered the room, breaking the moment. Business resumed.

Jiyong trusted you completely this time - no critiques, no controlling demands. He wore what you gave him, let you adjust the fabrics on his shoulders, let you guide the fittings with an ease that startled you.

But even as Jiyong let you take the lead, something about the way he looked at you made it clear - this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The fitting wrapped up, assistants buzzing around, discussing final details for the show. You were busy collating your notes, running through tomorrow’s schedule in your mind, when Jiyong’s voice cut through the noise.

“You should come to the show.”

You frowned, glancing up at him. “I am coming to the show. I’ll be backstage.”

His lips quirked, amused. “No, jagi.” His voice dropped just enough to make your breath hitch. “I mean with me.”

You stared at him, thrown.

“I’m supposed to be working.”

He tilted his head, watching you closely. “You’ve already done your job. The collection is finished. Your work is on the runway.”

“You've never invited your stylists to sit next to you before.” you countered, folding your arms.

Jiyong leaned in slightly. “I want you beside me.”

Something in your stomach flipped, but you swallowed it down. “Jiyong - "

“You should be seen.” His eyes searched yours, a challenge flickering beneath the surface. “You deserve to be seen.”

It wasn’t just about the show. It was about you. About the years you had spent in the shadows, about him recognising the weight of your success.

You hesitated.

And then, slowly - against every warning in your mind - you nodded.

"Ok. But this is a one time thing."

He smirked, victorious.

"Sure."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The night of the show, the energy was intoxicating - Parisian air thick with anticipation, flashing lights illuminating your face as you sat beside him.

And Jiyong - he was magnetic.

Even after years away from the spotlight, he commanded the room effortlessly. The moment he entered, cameras followed. People whispered. And yet, he barely paid them any mind.

Because his attention was on you.

His hand rested on the small of your back. His fingers traced the edge of your sleeve absentmindedly. Every time he leaned in to whisper something, his lips skimmed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It felt too easy.

Too familiar.

Like slipping back into something dangerous - something you had sworn you wouldn’t do again...

Then the night blurred into shared cigarettes and a quiet hotel suite, and when his lips found yours with a gentleness that hadn’t been there years ago, you didn’t stop him.

You let him pull you closer.

Let his hands wander.

Let yourself fall into bed - forgetting for a moment - that this would only end the same way it had before.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Ten years ago in Tokyo:

“I’m not ‘running,’ Jiyong,” you snapped, your voice trembling with the mixture of fury and something else you couldn’t quite control. “I’m fucking leaving because I’m done with this. Done with you."

His expression twisted into something vicious. “Yeah? Well, I’m done with you too.”

But that didn't stop him from kissing you. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t passionate. It was furious. He slammed you into the wall, his hands clutching your body like he wanted to tear you apart, like he was trying to erase the sound of your words.

You kissed him back, with all the rage you felt, letting it fuel everything – nails digging into his shoulders like hooks - like you didn't want to let go of this either. The kiss was rough, desperate, almost violent, and you knew this wasn’t going to be anything close to tender.

He shoved your dress up, the fabric bunching at your waist as he pulled at your underwear. There was no tenderness, no romance. Just the pure heat of anger and need. His fingers were rough, his movements harsh, as though punishing you for leaving, for not needing him.

You didn’t even know when you both came, when the fight and the heat collided in a mess of angry pleasure. All you knew was that it wasn’t love. It wasn’t even close.

When he pulled away, his chest heaving, he didn’t say anything. You didn’t either. He just stared at you, eyes full of something that might have been regret, or maybe just something cold.

“Go then.” he muttered.

And you did.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The first night, you told yourself it was a mistake. A lapse in judgment.

The second time, you told yourself it was closure.

By the third, you stopped making excuses.

But this time, something was different.

There were no rushed goodbyes. No tangled sheets and hurried exits.

Jiyong was careful now. He wasn’t all rough hands and whispered curses - he was patient, fingertips ghosting over your skin like he had all the time in the world. He traced the lines of your body like he was relearning them, like he was committing you to memory.

And he looked at you - not just with lust, but with something deeper.

It terrified you.

Because it felt like he wasn’t just having you this time.

It felt like he was keeping you.

And when he called you jagiya in front of people - when his hand rested on the small of your back, when he guided you through rooms full of industry elites like you belonged to him - you realised he wasn’t just playing pretend.

But you still weren’t sure.

Because this was Jiyong.

Because history had taught you that this would only end one way.

So one night in the quiet of his hotel room, when he pulled you onto his lap after your final dinner in Paris, fingers toying with the zipper of your dress, you finally said it.

“So when does this end?”

Jiyong stilled, his lips frozen on your shoulder. Then, he sighed and drew his face away. “Don't do that.”

You tensed. “Do what?”

“Put a limit on us.”

You shifted, but he didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I want this,” he murmured. “I want you.”

The words sank into your skin, warm and disarming.

Your voice was quieter now. “We don’t do relationships, Jiyong. Not us.”

His jaw tightened. “We didn’t.”

Something in his expression shifted - something raw, something real.

“That was a mistake.”

You slowly met his honest gaze, surprised at his confession.

“I let you go once,” he continued, fingers brushing your cheek. “I won’t do it again.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, pressing against something you weren’t sure you could ignore anymore.

Because for the first time, it didn’t feel like a question.

It felt like a choice.

And he had already made his.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

not sure about this one, i struggled to find the right ending but i loved the prompt! keep them coming pls 😇

taglist: @petersasteria , @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull

[jenn2sec]

No Way - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x Fem!Reader Summary: He wants a divorce

A/N: Thank you all so much for showing love to my first GD fic! As requested, part 2 is in the works! For the meantime, here's another GD fic. Lmk if you want to be in my GD taglist <3

my other gd fic

"I want a divorce."

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, your heart sank and your jaw dropped. After 6 years of marriage and one daughter together, you'd think he'd be satisfied. Alas, you were wrong.

You stared at him, gobsmacked by the audacity he had to ask that of you. What surprised you was his nonchalance.

You were quietly reading a novel in your living room when he said that. You just brought your daughter to school, finished your household chores, and you just baked a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies, letting it cool down in the kitchen. As you turned your page to the next chapter of your book, you heard the footsteps of your husband emerging from your shared bedroom.

You looked up with a soft smile on your face, taking in his features. Ji-yong has always been really handsome. You looked at him from head to toe. His hair was tousled the right way, his skin was smooth, his feet were clad in fuzzy socks protecting them from the cold floor, and his pajama set was very cute on him. His face, although tired-looking, still held such an effect on you. He looked dangerous, but innocent at the same time.

Just as you were admiring him, he said those words.

"I want a divorce."

"Why?" was all you said. You didn't understand. Everything was going swell.

He looked at you with no remorse and shrugged, "Found someone else. I realized she was more interesting than you, more attractive too. You changed when we had our daughter."

You scoffed in disbelief and shook your head. You were speechless. You stared at each other for a moment before you stood up and walked to the kitchen. He followed behind you.

"So? Are we finalizing things or what?" He asked, clearly wanting to pester you about the divorce. "I've spoken to my lawyer already. It shouldn't be complicated if you cooperate-"

You cut him off as you put the cookies you baked in your daughter's cookie jar, "We're not finalizing shit until I say so. You're the one who pestered me about this, so we're not doing anything until I give a go signal, Kwon Ji-yong."

"You say you've spoken to a lawyer? Good for you, but I don't give a shit. You can't just end our marriage after meeting someone new."

"Yes, I can. I'm your husband."

"And I'm your WIFE, Ji-yong."

You looked at each other intently. He was honestly surprised that you didn't back down easily. He was so used to getting what he wanted from you that it surprised him that he didn't get his way this time.

"I need space. You can stay in your office. I'll stay out here and clear my mind." You said curtly, before moving past him, shoving his shoulder as you made your way back to your comfy position on the couch. He stumbled back a little bit and chuckled to himself in frustration. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the cookie jar you just filled up. He grabbed it and was about to open it when you shouted, "Don't even think about it, Kwon Ji-yong!"

"How do you even know what I'm about to do?!" He shouted back as he carefully put the glass cookie jar back in its place.

"I'm your wife, stupid." You looked back at him as you picked your book up. "And I know you so well that's why it saddens me that you want to replace me with someone who doesn't know you at all."

The house was silent by the time your daughter came back from school. You weren't in the right mental and emotional state to pick up your daughter, so you kindly asked Daesung to pick her up before you walked out of your apartment to buy dinner, not wanting to cook anymore.

By the time you got home, Ji-yong, Daesung, and your daughter were in the living room. You looked at them from afar and smiled. Your daughter was performing a new dance she learned at school as Daesung and Ji-yong cheered for her.

"Eomma!" your daughter grinned as she ran towards you to give you a tight hug. If there was one thing right in your marriage, it was when you had your daughter. You kissed the top of her head and told her to watch tv in the living room. You didn't want her to see all the pettiness and drama.

Daesung smiled and said, "Hi, Y/N! Where've you been?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, where've you been?" Ji-yong smiled sweetly at you as he got up from his seat to give you a kiss on the lips. If he hadn't told you about the divorce, you'd believe this act of sweetness. Now, you knew he was just doing it to make you agree with the divorce.

"I went out and bought us dinner. I didn't feel like cooking." You shrugged and placed the food down on the dining table.

"Honey, you should've told me and I would've cooked." Ji-yong said in fake concern, quickly helping you setup.

Daesung got up from his seat and stared at both of you. "You guys are couple goals." He said lovingly. "It's really nice to see a couple who're still very much in love and involved."

"In love and involved?" Ji-yong asked.

Daesung nodded. "Yeah. You can't be involved without being in love and you can't be in love without being involved. They go hand in hand. Like how you're involved in helping Y/N set up the table. You wouldn't do that if you're not in love with her."

You knew it was casual, but you looked at Ji-yong and he just looked down and continued to help. "Um, let's eat!" You called.

After dinner, Daesung helped Ji-yong clean up as you got your daughter ready for bed. After tucking her in, Daesung left, leaving you and Ji-yong alone.

"I'll get ready for bed." You quietly said. He nodded and said, "I'll be in my office."

As you sat down on your shared bed, everything dawned on you. Kwon Ji-yong wasn't a perfect partner. He had many lapses, yet you chose to stay because your love for him waived off every shitty thing he did. You loved him and he's not going to make you go away easily.

With rage bubbling inside you, you stood up and marched to his office down the hall. You barged in and saw him FaceTiming with that girl he was going to replace you with. He was surprised to see you, to say the least. You closed the door behind you, marched towards him, ended the FaceTime, blocked and deleted her contact, and turned off the phone.

"What the fuck, Y/N?!" He shrieked.

"The answer is no. I don't want a divorce and we will never have one." You said calmly.

"Ji-yong, we've been together for a total of 12 years. 6 years as a couple and 6 years as husband and wife. You can't push me away that easily. In all our years together, I have been nothing but calm and collected despite all the things you did behind my back."

"You think I don't know everything you did? Late night calls? Late night texts? Coming home late? Coming home smelling like some other woman's cheap perfume? I'm not stupid. I know everything. I could've told the press, your family, your bandmates, and your agency, but I didn't. I have respect for you as a husband, Ji-yong. I'm just upset that you don't have respect for me."

"I-"

"No, you don't get to talk right now, Kwon." You snapped at him. "I've put up with your shit for 12 years and it's your time to listen to what I have to say. You never gave me a chance to speak, anyway."

"You actually think I'm crazy enough to allow you to leave me for some girl you met at a bar? That's not happening. No way. You seem to lack respect for me after giving you a daughter that you've always wanted. You can't just have a daughter and treat her mother like shit. You think you have the upper hand? You're wrong. I do. You think our daughter will stay with you after this whole debacle if I choose to push through with it? Absolutely not because you won't ever see her again."

"You think you'll win the divorce? On what grounds, hm? With our situation, it looks like you have the short end of the stick, honey. You'll lose this luxury apartment, you lose a lot of hard-earned money, you'll lose your fanbase, you'll lose the status you worked ever-so hard for, and you'll lose your family."

"What makes you so confident that you'll win, Y/N?"

You smirked, "I know all about those girls from years ago until now. One of them's from Jeju, one from Gangnam, three from Busan, and your current one is from Sejong, right? I know more than you think, Ji-yong. Don't ever underestimate me. I also know about the secret phone in your car. You even used your credit card to buy your new side piece new jewelry for Valentine's Day. Mind you, I got nothing. If anything, I should be divorcing you, but I choose not to because I don't want to ruin our family dynamic and despite what you think, I know deep down you still love me. You're just having a mid-life crisis."

"Now, the floor is yours." You said to him. You looked at him intently in the eyes and kneeled down in front of him as you grabbed both of his hands. "I'm on my knees now, so please tell me what you think I did wrong to deserve the divorce you're serving me."

"Before you say anything, let me remind you that I've been humble, loyal, I know the right time to speak and not speak, I swallow my pride when I'm wrong, I never manipulated you to get my way, I gave you everything you wanted from me, I never gave you an emotional heartache, I never hurt you mentally and physically. Ji-yong, I'm being reasonable here because I know I was, I am, and will always be a stand-up wife and partner you can count on and I know I have never let you down."

"If you can tell me a single thing I've done to cause you such intense harm, then I'll go." You finished.

Ji-yong was stunned. He didn't know what to say at all. You were right about everything, after all. He was just too full of pride to admit. it. He stayed quiet.

"What? Cat got your tongue? You've got nothing to say? Nothing that you can think of?" You chuckled lightly before standing up and letting go of his hands.

"I'm not going away, Ji-yong. If you think you can get rid of me easily, you're mistaken. You chose me to be your wife and I know you chose me for a reason. I meant what I said in our vows. Now, it's time for you to stop pretending you hate my guts enough to leave me and it's time for you to step-up and be a man of his word."

You walked towards the door and stopped before saying, "If you're ready to stop with this divorce nonsense, I'll be in our bed welcoming you with open arms, ready to forget about this and move on. If you wish, I'd happily go to marriage counseling, but I will not stand for a divorce, especially if there's no solid ground for you to work against me. Good night, Kwon Ji-yong."

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A/N: I hope you all liked it!

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hiii can you do a top x jiyong sis fic?? where top lowkey (but highkey) admires her from a far but scared on how jiyong will act! bonus on jiyong being a possessive bro to his hyung bandmate lol! i think it would be fun and cute to read ! 🫶

make you mine

summary: in which he's your brothers best friend

warnings: alcohol

Jiyong’s birthday had started like every other YG celebration - loud music, endless drinks, and a VIP section packed with industry faces. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and laughter, Seunghyun sat comfortably nursing his wine while the younger members got progressively more reckless.

Then you arrived.

G-Dragon’s younger sister.

You breezed past the velvet ropes, already in conversation with a stylist, looking so at ease in their world despite technically not being part of it. You had that same effortless presence as your brother - that same magnetism.

Seunghyun had spent years admiring it from a distance.

So when you approached your brother's table, cocking a brow at the cigarette in his hand, he found himself watching closer than he should have.

“Give me one, Ji,” you said, holding out your hand.

Jiyong scoffed loudly. “Not a chance.”

You rolled your eyes. “God, you’re such a hypocrite.”

Jiyong just took a slow drag, exhaling in amusement. “Go get a drink or something.”

You huffed, muttering something under your breath before disappearing back into the club.

And Seunghyun?

He should have let it go.

But later that night, after another round of drinks and laughter, he found himself outside, cigarette in hand, leaning against the cool brick wall.

And then you appeared.

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you exhaled, rubbing your arms from the chilly night air.

He glanced at you. “Cold?”

You shrugged. “A little.”

Seunghyun hesitated for only a second before holding out his pack of cigarettes. "Helps to warm you up."

You raised a brow, smirking. “Oh? And here I thought you were a rule follower, Choi Seunghyun.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “Just don't tell Jiyong.”

You stepped closer, plucking a cigarette from the pack. "There's many things he doesn't have to know."

He swallowed and flicked open his lighter, watching as the warm glow illuminated your face.

You inhaled, exhaling a slow ribbon of smoke before looking up at him through your lashes- something playful, teasing.

“So what do you actually do?” he asked, eyes flickering toward you. “Besides hide things from your brother.”

You grinned. “I study art.”

His brows lifted slightly. “Art?”

“Mm.” You leaned back against the wall, tapping your cigarette. “Fine art, mainly. Sometimes sculptures. A little photography.”

Seunghyun took a slow drag, exhaling as he tilted his head. “That’s... unexpected.”

You smirked. “Why? You think all I do is crash industry parties and ask my brother for cigarettes?”

He chuckled. “Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance.”

You shrugged, gaze flicking up toward the night sky. “I like making things. Always have. Jiyong’s talent was always music. Mine was art.”

For some reason, Seunghyun found himself intrigued.

You weren’t just Jiyong’s little sister. You had your own world, your own talent, your own mind.

You took another slow drag. “You like art too, don’t you?”

He blinked. “What?”

You smirked. “The museums? The galleries? You’re always posting about them.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s peaceful. A time for myself.”

You hummed in amusement. “So you wouldn't want any company then?”

Seunghyun stilled.

For a moment, all he could focus on was the way the smoke curled around your lips, the way your voice was effortlessly confident - so sure of yourself.

“I- ” He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, if you’re interested.”

You smirked, dropping your half-burnt cigarette to the floor, stepping on it with a stretch of your exposed leg. The movement captured his attention. “If you bring me flowers, I'll consider it a date.”

And fuck.

Seunghyun’s grip tightened around his cigarette.

If your aim was to stay in his head all night, you definitely knew what you were doing.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Weeks passed before his phone lit up one evening.

y/n: if you were serious about the exhibition thing, i have one coming up

He didn’t hesitate before replying.

Seunghyun: Where?

When you sent the details, he assumed you meant an art gallery.

So he bought flowers.

But when he arrived, he quickly realised - this wasn’t some fancy exhibit in a museum.

This was a student showcase.

And it wasn’t just any exhibition - it was yours.

Your paintings, bold and expressive, lined the walls alongside the works of other students. He stood frozen, taking it all in.

And then he saw you - laughing, radiating energy under the dim gallery lights, so utterly in your element.

For a man who spent his life surrounded by talent, he had never been this impressed.

You turned, spotting him through the crowd.

A slow smirk spread across your lips as you eyed the bouquet in his hands.

“So…” You stepped closer, voice teasing. “It’s a date, huh?”

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the stems.

Before he could answer, a voice cut through the air.

“Hyung?”

His stomach dropped.

Jiyong stood a few feet away, frowning, eyes flicking from him to you to the flowers.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Seunghyun had never been so aware of the weight of a bouquet before.

Your response was easy. “Calm down, Ji, you're not security. I invited him.”

Jiyong’s expression darkened.

And Seunghyun? He was already planning his escape route.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Later that night, after your university friends had whisked you away for celebratory drinks, the boys gathered at their usual bar.

Seunghyun was drinking like he was trying to drown a secret.

Every time Jiyong’s suspicious gaze flicked toward him, he took another shot.

By the time you texted that you were on your way, he was completely wasted.

So when Jiyong finally brought up the flowers, Seunghyun made his fatal mistake.

“I just don’t get it,” Jiyong muttered, swirling his drink. “What were you doing there?”

Seunghyun, too drunk to filter his thoughts, exhaled and mumbled,

“She’s just… really pretty, you know?”

Silence.

Jiyong’s gaze snapped to him.

“…Who?”

Seunghyun blinked.

Then, horrifyingly, he realised he had said that out loud.

He swallowed hard.

“…Your sister.”

The table went dead silent.

Jiyong set his drink down way too carefully. “I’m sorry, my what?”

Daesung nearly choked on his ice and Taeyang looked like he was about to start praying.

"Hey, Seunghyun!" Your voice suddenly called out from the bar, where you had immediately headed after arriving moments ago, bouquet in hand. "Want to do some shots with me?"

Seunghyun - trapped, cornered, doomed - looked to his startled bandmates for help.

Taeyang just sighed, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not saving you, bro.”

Jiyong’s chair scraped back, his glare lethal.

And Seunghyun felt his soul leave his body.

Because this was it.

He was going to die.

And the worst part?

You were so close yet so far.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

awweeee i loved this request!

taglist: @petersasteria , @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull

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English vers.

Based On My Dreams Series (RAW):

❝ Chase ❞

start - friday31022025

couple - Choi Seung Hyun (T.O.P) x fem!reader

note - softly, badwords(maybe?), Han Seo Hee (im a biggest hater), short

caption section - this short-fanfic is based on my dream, the only difference i edited is a little bit and the area where they interact, the rest is kept the same as in the dream. so i kept the presence of Han Seo Hee (who appeared in my dream). And remember, Han SEO Hee not Han SOO Hee!!!

We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

The kids were ushered away from the playground right after you managed to call security. That woman, however, kept pushing forward, calling out to T.O.P repeatedly. But you stepped in, blocking her way.

“Please, just shut the hell up! And then get lost!!”

She kept advancing like a madwoman, teasing and provoking Seung Hyun as if she were high. In a fit of anger, you even grabbed a handful of the playground sand and held it up, threatening to throw it at her. Only then did Han Seo Hee curse under her breath and storm off.

“That woman… ugh"

You turned back to the slide, the tall tube one. Scanning around, you didn’t see T.O.P anywhere. Thinking he had already left, you let out a small sigh. But then, a faint creaking sound came from inside the slide.

Looking closer, you noticed a large shadow within it. After a brief moment of hesitation, you decided to crawl in as well.

“Seung Hyun-ah…” you called softly.

Since you weren’t Korean and didn’t fully understand the cultural nuances, you instinctively called him by his name. The moment you realized it might be too informal, you quickly pressed your lips together, staying silent.

T.O.P didn’t reply. Instead, he hesitantly lifted his gaze, looking directly into your eyes. His long, thick lashes and sharp nose made you hold your breath for a moment. The space between you two felt like it was shrinking, tightening with an unspoken tension.

The positioning was… strange, to say the least. T.O.P, being tall, was lying flat inside the tube slide, while you were halfway inside, lying on the playground floor. Your heads met near the opening of the slide, making it look like two adults playing a children’s game. Yet, somehow, the atmosphere between you both shifted into something much more intense—just from his sheer beauty.

Fine, maybe you were being immature, but could you really be blamed?!

“Are you okay?” You asked, knowing full well how pointless the question was. So, without waiting for an answer, you quickly changed the subject: “There’s an ice cream shop nearby. Do you want to go there with me?”

He exhaled, a deep and shaky breath, closing his eyes before resting his forehead against the slide. Just as he was about to answer, your hand moved on its own, reaching out to touch his hair.

“Seung… Seung Hyun-ssi, I chased that woman away.”

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ll chase away everything that upsets you.”

“So… let’s go get some ice cream, okay? They have peach flavor—I researched carefully for today.”

Choi Seung Hyun studied you quietly. His lashes were slightly damp, probably from Han Seo Hee’s presence earlier. His lips, too. Maybe he had shed a few tears while you were dealing with that woman. Right now, he looked like a kid who had just stopped crying—one who was listening to his mother promise him sweet treats to cheer him up. Happy about the candy, but secretly wishing for a bigger gift.

Looking at him like this, you couldn’t help but smile, your eyes crinkling slightly as you admired his beautiful yet childlike face.

“I promise it won’t trigger your allergies. That place is really careful. The ice cream is made from real fruit.”

Your voice lifted a pitch or two, becoming brighter, lighter. And it made T.O.P smile. He pouted slightly before speaking, his deep voice laced with playful mischief.

”________”

_____

F i x a r a w S o f t e n

friday31022025

05:50

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to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch.

this short-fanfic is based on my dream, the only difference i edited is a little bit and the area where they interact, the rest is kept the same as in the dream. so i kept the presence of Han Seo Hee (who appeared in my dream). im sorrynot sorry if i made Han Seo Hee fans unhappy with the way i dreamed about her(ngl, im her big hater for all the nightmares she bring to anyone around her). And remember, Han SEO Hee not Han SOO Hee!!!

anyway, this post is a small part of my dream and i post it for reference, if i get support from you guys i'll continue it with a more complete plot! leave a comment or interact to let me know that this is really ok!!!

hope you all understand and enjoy ♡

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home sweet home | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: after his big interview, you go over to make sure he's okay and there's a shift in the friendship. ・❥・word count: 941 ・❥・warnings: none! oh, except for kissing, i guess. ・❥・ authors note: ok im nervous about this one. i havent wrote fics for musicians, etc. in years so we'll see how it goes but im so down bad for this man

Each glance at the clock made your heart beat just a little faster, the hours ticking by slowly. If you were nervous then you couldn’t even imagine how he felt. His first interview in years — it had to be the most daunting experience to put himself back into the spotlight like that. Your foot tapped against the floor of your apartment as you waited for the clock to hit 3PM. That was the time you’d told him you’d go over to his place to check on him. His interview would’ve been over by then and it gave him some time to process things on his own. Most of the time Seung-hyun liked to isolate himself but if there was one person in the world that he’d let see him at his most vulnerable, it was you. Not like he had a choice anyway. Whether he wanted it or not, you were always checking on him. He was your nearest and dearest friend so you couldn’t let him face his demons on his own.

Seung-hyun appreciated it more than he would ever be able to explain to you. As of now, you were the only person he hadn’t shut out — his guiding light in the darkness of his life for the past few years. You were a big reason why he thought more positively these days, why he even had the courage to pick himself up and get back out into the world.

Finally, 3PM came and without hesitation, you made your way over to his place. As you raised your fist to knock, the door pulled open. There he stood, a smile on his face as his dark, floppy hair got in the way of his glasses. He pushed his hair back as you stepped inside. It really was a crime how this man could look so good at any given time. He really had been blessed with amazing genes. His hair with no product in, the glasses framing his face and the comfortable hoodie he was wearing made your heart almost skip a beat.

“How’d it go?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Okay,” he replied, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against his chest. “Scary but I did it and that’s the main thing. It’s long overdue.”

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled. As you pulled back, you let your arms rest on his forearms, gazing up into his gorgeous dark eyes. “Baby steps, yeah? Go at your own pace. But, for now, let’s eat and you can tell me all about it.”

The dinner was spent with you both laughing, him telling stories of how the interview went, you telling him about your day — he was always so willing to listen to every word you said. The way he looked at you paired with the way he was always so attentive was any person’s dream. Seung-hyun was a catch; anyone with eyes could see that. Yours had been closed for so long but now? You were starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, what you both needed had been right in front of you this whole time.

As the two of you stood in the kitchen clearing up, you ran a plate under the sink, rinsing off the debris so you could put it in the dishwasher. Spinning around, you came face to chest with Seung-hyun who had been standing behind you placing something in the cabinet above your head. You gulped at the proximity, his fingers sliding over yours as he took the plate from your hand. It was only brief contact but it was enough to make your heart speed up.

“Here, let me do that,” he said quietly, his deep voice like music to your ears. It took him all of two seconds to reach over, bend down and place it in the dishwasher before he was back facing you. 

“Thank you,” your voice was soft, eyes locking with his as you glanced up.

Seung-hyun gently tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, his fingers skimming your cheek as he pulled back. Your breath caught in your throat. It was like time had frozen still for a moment — nothing but you and your best friend locked in this monumental piece of time where you realised this was more than friendship. Maybe it always had been. Your heart had just finally decided to catch up and realise it. From the moment you had met this amazing, incredible man, he’d had a piece of your heart. All you ever wanted to do was protect him, care for him like he deserved. The world had been cruel to him but you’d make sure that nothing would be again.

It was as if he was reading your mind, his hand cupping your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek. Who was going to be the first to make a move? Was it worth risking the friendship? It seemed like it to Seung-hyun as he leaned forward and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours, eyes fluttering shut. Your hands rested on his chest, lips moving together in perfect sync. Like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. You could feel him smiling against your lips, pulling back ever so slightly. Your lips parted, chest rising and falling with each breath. 

“Can I do that again?” He asked almost breathlessly. 

You didn’t even say a word instead placing your hand at the back of his neck and pulling him back down to your lips. Yeah, there was definitely no going back now.

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🕺

"old man"

pairing: kwon jiyong/gdragon x genz!reader

genre: smau

warnings: implied age gap, reader is in her mid 20s, some suggestive jokes, reader is a little freaky, and jiyong is a little confused but supportive (he tries)

a/n: im so glad people are getting back into bigbang bc now i can write dumb shit like this 🙏

taglist: @embrr0-0

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English vers.

Prologue New Series (RAW):

❝ Sapphire's Mind ❞

“Who is she?” Uhtred asked, staring at the woman riding in behind Sigefrid. She was young, strikingly beautiful—she looked almost divine.

Finan raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. It was unexpected, especially coming from Uhtred Ragnarsson. If it had been Lord of Mercia, it would have made more sense. “You don’t know? Seriously?”

Athelred, too, gave Uhtred a puzzled look. Great—even the Piggy Lord knew who she was!

“Indeed, I don’t. You tell me or not?” Uhtred frowned, a little annoyed that he was the only one left in the dark.

“You must be joking,” Finan muttered as his gaze shifted to the white-haired woman had just dismounted from her horse and was caressing Sigefrid. “A witch, a seer, a woman who escaped slavery by defeating nearly a dozen Danes who tried to hump her. After that, she somehow won over the brothers and their army.”

Quite the reputation, especially for someone of such striking beauty. Aethelwold interjected, his tone light but dripping with characteristic sarcasm:

“But she’s most famously known as Sigefrid’s ‘Not-Yet-Wife’—Laeranys, The Outsider.”

“What?” Uhtred didn’t take his eyes off Laeranys, and for a moment, their eyes met. The brothers and the Danes around her roared with laughter, clearly enjoying Uhtred and his man reaction.

“Interested in our woman, Uhtred?” Erik called out, more laughter followed. But Laeranys didn’t seem to care, nor did she mock or shy away from the attention. Her two-toned eyes stared back at anyone in Uhtred’s company who dared to look her way—calmly, as if for granted.

Athelred squirmed under the mocking laughter and command Uhtred to avert his gaze, Uhtred ignored him. “The Outsider? What does that mean?”

Athelwold smirked as Uhtred turned to him for an explanation. In his usual sly manner, he replied:

“She comes from a place far beyond our lands—not England, Ireland, or Denmark, but somewhere even further… a land across the world, called Westeros.”

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i have to apologize and confess (again) up front that English is not my strong point, so i dont have enough knowledge to describe Finan's Irish accent (i am VERY sorry for not giving you guys the best experience!!)

Also, this is a "preview" of a project that i think is pretty cool, i've already imagined the content for its "scenes"!

it will run parallel between tlk and hotd, the characters of both sides will be mentioned and appear. in addition, this is also a combination with several other series (can be called super series plus ultra?)

hope y'all like it! have a great day (or sweetdream) ☻☻

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shit post

✦ perhaps?! ✦

i'll post a few short story snippets (raw versions, not polished or formatted carefully) when i have ideas, and then compile them later.

thats probably the only way because i just cant wait to write and share my ideas on tumblr 😭😭🙏

anyway, this is a wip Targaryen OC (specifically the daughter of Aemond Targaryen!!!), who’s about to star in one of my upcoming short stories?!!

have a nice night (or day) guys ☻☻✦✦

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English vers.

AVATAR Fanfic Series:

❝ Te Quiero ❞

another name - Nếu Đêm Đó Ta Không Ngủ

start - thursday26012023

couple - ___ x K’iaer te Rongloa Tsu’tey’evenge/Kiera (oc)

chapters summary - the moments of the Sully family, not only the adults but also the children, have to face unpleasant challenges in many aspects. The relationship between Neteyam and K’iaer cannot remain the same as the constant debates and pressures regarding inheritance rights and mates keep being raised.

note - bad words, OOC, H, …

caption section - Some information in this story might not be accurate. The terms used in the story can be further explored on Avatar Wiki or the Dict Na’vi, or feel free to leave a comment with any questions for clarification.

Always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

Chapter 1: Ignore

“Lo’ak you liar! Let me have it!”

“I hate you!!”

The young Na’vi boy, Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, yelled out, refusing to let go of "his" Great Leonopteryx (Toruk) model.

“I hate you time infinity! Penis face!!!”

The two kids struggled, the scene only stopping when Kiri swore. Jake Sully quickly stepped in to separate them before more of the bad words they picked up from their older sibling slipped out. Meanwhile, K’iaer jumped around, clearly enjoying the ‘battle.’

“hey! Hey, that's enough! Don’t make me come over there! Kiera, stop laughing, you’re encouraging them!”

Neytiri and Neteyam just got back, finding Jake in the middle of the mess with all the kids, and couldn’t help but laugh. Neytiri stepped in to help her husband.

“Kids, go take a bath.”

“Water war!!”

“But I want to go fish for food!”

“I don’t wanna go with Lo’ak!”

"WATER WAR!!!"

“No arguing, go now, and do not play in the water for too long, especially you, K’iaer! it’s almost time to eat.”

The four kids held hands and walked toward the bath, and now it was really the ‘EndGame’.

Kiri used the water to splash Lo’ak in the face. The two went back and forth, playfully hissing at each other like kittens. K’iaer and Neteyam joined in too, making it more of a fun game than anything.

Was it a bath or a battle?

They played until they were exhausted, only stopping when Jake arrived and grabbed them by the neck, throwing them onto the shore.

“No you can NOT!!! Neteyam and K’iaer have to be betrothed because Tsahik and Olo’eyktan are a pair!”

“Mo’at! You need to understand, the risk is high—those two kids are cousins, and there are plenty of potential Tsahik candidates! Or even another Olo’eyktan!! Kiera might even become a real warrior.”

Toruk Makto, the sixth of his name, strongly opposed the idea of his eldest son marrying the daughter of the former clan leader, who also his adopted daughter.

“She was chosen! And that choice came from the Great Mother, just like you, Jake Sully!!!!”

“No, until K’iaer’s mother’s identity is confirmed, no one can pair them up!”

“MaJake! That is Eywa’s choice!”

“You stole Neytiri, the one who was supposed to inherit me—”

Once again, Jake and the elders of the Omaticaya clan were arguing. Even Neytiri, who always supported him, no longer sided with him. The Na’vi have always upheld Eywa’s choices, and that’s how we got Jake. The loud voices were harsh, cutting into the fragile hearts of the children outside.

The argument caught the attention of Norm Spellman, who quickly noticed the kids eavesdropping.

“Kiri, Lo’ak, Spider, K’iaer! Come back here, you little rascals!”

The kids froze, realizing they’d been caught. They scrambled to head back to camp, pulling the ‘cause’ of their trouble along. At that moment, Jake stormed out. Seeing the adults act like children made him freeze, and his eyes landed on little K’iaer, her wide eyes filled with fear and unshed tears. Jake’s heart ached, and he quickly called out her name.

“Kiera—”

She ran immediately. Kiri quickly followed, and seeing her siblings running, the rest of the kids felt the same anxiety and followed.

“Damn it…”

Jake Sully rubbed his face, feeling the weight of everything. Neytiri walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Did the kids hear?”

A weary nod was his response.

“Wait up, K’iaer! Don’t run!”

“It’s just us!”

“Ugh! I’m so tired, stop!”

Despite their voices hoarse from shouting, K’iaer didn’t slow down, only stopping when she tripped and fell hard. Lo’ak caught up and sat beside her, panting, and gave her a smack on the head.

“skxawng tsmuke! (stupid sister!)”

Neteyam, out of breath, walked up and reminded her, then took a moment to catch his breath.

“Huff… huff… I’ll deal with you later… hff–”

Kiri was the slowest, but with Spider waiting, they both caught up. The five kids sat in a circle, tension in the air, none of them speaking. Half an hour passed in silence, the sound of leaves rustling and water flowing around them. Finally, K’iaer broke the silence.

“I’m fine, you guys don’t need to worry about me—”

“Stop acting so grown-up!” Lo’ak interrupted, quickly getting a pinch on the ear.

“I agree with Lo’ak, don’t hide it from us.”

“Are you upset about being Tsahik?

“No… Tsahik is really cool.”

She dismissed Kiri’s question, but it was clear they weren’t ready to deal with such serious topics yet.

“About the mate?”

Neteyam asked, speaking barely above a whisper. Ki’aer frowned, waved her hand and lightly touched Neteyam, mumbling,

“ugh, don’t use that word”

“They couldn’t even find a more private place to talk about it” Lo’ak grumbled.

“Hey, it’s a long way off, don’t stress about it!”

Spider tried to lighten the mood, pulling Lo’ak and Kiri to their feet, urging everyone to hurry back before the adults got worried. K’iaer looked at her friend, and the two shared a forced smile before standing up and heading back to the village together.

The kids pushed aside their fears and worries for the first time in their lives, burying them deep inside their hearts.

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F i x a r a w S o f t e n

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Jake Sully always call K’iaer by her Earth name: Kiera.

K’iaer calls Jake Sully and Norm Spellman “dad” and Neytiri “mom” or “sa’nok”.

K’iaer is a Tsakarem, which means she’s still an apprentice Tsahik. whether she becomes the next spiritual leader of Omaticaya is still undecided.

this series will not focus on a fixed main couple because this is K'iaer's journey!

the blue lines are the dialogues spoken in the Na’vi language OR thats from the spirits in Tree of Voices.

i always try to express the closeness of the kids and how K’iaer can be perceived as a thoughtful child, but also a playful one.

what do you think of the relationship between the Sully kids? ☻☻

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English vers.

AVATAR Fanfic Series:

❝ Te Quiero ❞

another name - Nếu Đêm Đó Ta Không Ngủ

start - thursday26012023

couple - ___ x K’iaer te Rongloa Tsu’tey’evenge/Kiera (oc)

chapters summary - during a connection with the Tree Of Voices (utraya mokri), Mo’at receives a vision from eywa about a new life—a daughter of the former Olo’eyktan Tsu’tey, who was previously unknown. after an arduous search, the Sully family finally brings the girl back to Omaticaya and raises her alongside their own children.

note - badwords, ooc, H, …

caption section - some details in this story might not align with canon/avatar lore. readers can refer to the Avatar Wiki or Na’vi Dict for clarification, or leave questions in the comments for further explanation.

We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!

Chapter 0: Summary

“she’s still alive!”

Mo’at stood stunned as she looked at Dr. Grace, both of them reunited through the Tree Of Voices.

“the child of Tsu’t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, other spirits interrupted, possibly Eywa herself stopping the conversation. Mo’at’s Kuru released from the tree, and Neytiri, with her pregnant belly, and Jake Sully stood by, concerned by Mo’at’s expression.

“Tsu… Tsu’tey..?”

“What’s wrong, mother? What did Grace say?”

Mo’at repeated, her voice firm: “The child of Tsu’tey is still alive!”

Wait.

Let’s pause here. Everyone knows that Tsu’tey and the two daughters of Olo’eyktan and Tsahik had a betrothal agreement. Neytiri is definitely not the one, because if they were bonded, she wouldn’t have become ‘Mrs. Sully.’ That leaves only their eldest daughter, Sylwanin, but she clearly returned to Eywa nearly three years before Tsu’tey sacrificed himself during the dark times.

So, the question is, where did this child come from?

Jake stood frozen after Mo’at’s words, then turned to look at his wife. Neytiri caught his gaze and snapped.

“What are you looking at!”

“No, I just—”

Neytiri and Jake turned back to Mo’at, and the three of them discussed the previous Olo’eyktan and his daughter.

A week after that night, the Sully couple had to temporarily set aside the search to prepare for Neytiri’s first childbirth. The child was always referred to as a gift from Mother Eywa after the painful events that had befallen their people.

The joyous occasion continued with the birth of Kiri — the child who would be Grace’s avatar and the adopted daughter of the Sully couple. And only a few weeks after becoming a father, Jake was even more determined to find the missing child.

Their efforts, along with the tribe’s, were eventually rewarded. After a month of searching, they found a girl nearly four years old in an old mobile research lab near Grace’s school. The girl had been kept alive in a test tube since being abandoned after the full-scale battle. They hurried to get her to Scimod so the human scientists could keep her alive and check if she was an Avatar.

And the girl was saved from critical danger.

The fierce struggle for her survival moved Norm to tears. He sighed, saying that if Dr. Grace were here, she would have felt the same. The chosen ones who stayed on Pandora had raised and cared for Spider — the newborn son of Colonel Socorro — and now this girl, like their own child. And just after a month, Tsu’tey’s little girl took her first steps.

Though it might sound funny, the four-year-old girl was taught just like the Sully kids, their intellect not differing much from one another.

The tribe’s life went on as it was meant to. Mo’at had high hopes for K’iaer to become a Tsahik like her, but Jake hoped she would be a strong warrior like her father.

Her childhood was filled with love and care from the tribe and Neytiri and Jake’s little family. They never let her feel lonely as they gathered together. With all respect and love, K’iaer asked permission from those who had always protected her — her parents.

Her relationship with her grandparents and the tribe was good, and next with their children.

Despite being older and the strong possibility that she was Tsu’tey’s child along with Neytiri’s sister, Mo’at insisted that K’iaer and Neteyam should be a couple. This made things a little awkward between K’iaer and Neteyam, as they didn’t really see each other as future partners. Besides, K’iaer was already of age, and Neteyam was still a teenager, so it was inevitable that she would pair with another boy.

When Jake mentioned this to Mo’at, she waved him off, saying, “Do you really think she’ll care about romance at this stage?” Jake was left speechless.

Now that he thought about it, K’iaer was more focused on rolling in the mud and handling a bow and arrow, much like Neytiri used to, or even more. So, the prospect of her having a boyfriend seemed distant. Jake Sully let the matter of the children slide, focusing instead on his newborn daughter and rekindling his bond with his wife, Neytiri.

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F i x a r a w S o f t e n

thursday26012023

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the blue lines are the dialogues spoken in the Na’vi language OR thats from the spirits in Tree of Voices.

to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch.

i also made some changes to the presentation of the english version compared to the vietnamese one.

hope you all understand and enjoy ♡