steponupbabe

[steponupbabe]

i’ll be in vegas a week before gd. 🥀🪫

[steponupbabe]

YAYAYAY

i’m still alive just working my aang off for you all

btw..not sure when it’ll be done..it’s a pretty long story!! but i promise i’ll make it worth the read!!

[steponupbabe]

Track 05: Front Row.

Pairing: 2000s! Kwon jiyong xFem!reader.

Summary:it had been 3 months since Jiyong first played you Track 05, and Now The boys are finally debuting, everyone a nervous wreck, and youngbae losing a shoe. but Jiyong still looks at you like your the only one in the room.

Warnings: Non

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Today was the Day. Bigbang was debuting, Jiyong was debuting. You both were on a high from adrenaline and nerves all day. Jiyong getting ready 5 hours before the show because—it’s Jiyong, Seunghyun losing his hat, Daesung on the couch eating a banana, Youngbae running around trying to find his another shoe, And you were trying to calm them all down, Even though you were Just as Anxious as them.

You grew up with these boys. You watched them Work so hard for this. Everything they worked for finally paying off. Training Every single day for hours, They were finally doing it. They were finally Stepping on the Stage.

You were the first one there— obviously. Security tried to turn you away, of course. You didn’t exactly look official—A white t- shirt with the Number Eight one it—Jiyongs doing, A jean Skirt that went down to your knees , nervous energy spilling out of your sneakers.

“I’m on the list,” You said for the third time, Sounding like you were trying to convince yourself and not the security. “Kwon Jiyong put me down. YG Trainee.” The Gaurd raised a brow But checked again. This time, he found it.

A single name: Yours. In scribbled, dramatic handwriting like he always used when he was trying to be cool. You were in.

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The room was small—just a practice hall repurposed with lights and folding chairs—but it felt like the universe. Staff, a few execs, friends of the other trainees. Everyone buzzing.

But all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears. You were buzzing in your chair from excitement, The boys about to come on stage any second. And then the beat dropped. The intro of ‘LaLaLa’ blaring through the small venues speakers. Cheers and applause Filling the room.

Then they stepped out— he stepped out. It was still Jiyong—still your best friend in a hoodie with too many ideas and hands that got cold too fast—but it was also something more. He moved like he belonged there. Like he was born to do this.

And you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You watched as him and the boys danced, The smile on your face growing Ten times bigger then what it already was. They were glowing.

And then, he saw you. Just for a second. Just one glance. And he smiled like it was the only part he hadn’t rehearsed. Like you were the only person that mattered in the room. Like everything before this moment had been buildup. They played Three more songs— Nothing more, nothing less. But you couldn’t be more proud as you watch those four boys give it their all on stage.

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After the Show you rushed out of your seat to meet the boys backstage, bouncing on your toes in excitement, trying not to squeal. The boys walked backstage to find you clapping your hands in excitement. You run to them,

“Oh my gosh,You guys were amazing! Everything was perfect! The Choreo looked even better on a stage.” you squealed in excitement, gathering them in a tiny Group hug Not caring that they’re covered in sweat from just getting off stage

The boys all looked at you with nothing but love in their eyes, Happy that they’re Number one and First supporter was there for them.

“Noona, i Don’t think our actual fans were as hyped up as you.” Daesung says teasing you. You playfully roll your eyes at the younger boy.

then you walk up to jiyong, Smiling widely at you, sweat dripping down his forehead, and stars in his eyes. “So?” He grinned, breathless, flushed from dancing. “You killed it, Ji. and i’m not just saying that. You really gave it your all. I’m so proud of you.” You say, taking his face in your hands and pressing your forehead to his.

He laughed and pulled you into a hug—sweaty and fast and too tight, the kind he always gave when words weren’t enough.

“Track 05 hit different up there,” he murmured. You leaned back. “You played it?” “Just the beat. No lyrics.” “Why not?” He smiled, soft. “Because I want to sing the real version for you. Someday. Just you.” Your heart melted, puddled, evaporated, reformed.

You placed your hand to his cheek, leaning in slightly, You connected your lips to his. Soft and Slow. Your stood like that for a minute. Backstage, your hands on his face, his on your waist. Kissing him With all the words you couldn’t say. You pull away needing air, And he looks at you like Your the only thing that matters. He smirked, still looking into your eyes. “I should play That song waaay more often, huh?” you giggle and hit his chest softly. “Shut up, ji.” you say playfully, leaning in once more.

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A/n: ahhh!! the boys made their first appearance!! and jiyong and y/n are the cutest couple ever !🥹

Taglist: @stormin9 @lowkeyylaura @moontabi @thanosspills

[steponupbabe]

i’m so happy to be taking part in two different writing events with some of my fave writers 🥹🩷

i feel so honored lolll

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V.I.P : part 2 ; KWON JIYONG X READER

pairing : modern!older!Jiyong x younger!fangirl!Reader

genre : - sfw

warnings / contents : light swearing // overall innocent // kinda slow burn, but quick to plot //

description : y/n and Jiyong text for a short while, and y/n finds herself hired for another variety shows videographer, as a stand in for a ‘sick worker’. She later finds out the person who got her the job. And the person who is also there on the day. (based on another variety show Jiyong was in - LEEYONGJIN Youtube)

not proofread - part 3 coming soon ?

| part 1 | part 2 |

“Hey, is this y/n?”

The simplicity of the message almost had her spiralling back into her young teenage years, where this moment was something she could only dream of - and she would dream of it.

Her fingers tapped at the screen mindlessly, trying to think of a reply. She wanted to sound natural, chill, not freaking out. What else was she meant to say? “Hi, yeah this is y/n, by the way i’ve been a fan of yours since i was 14, and i’ve watched every single one of your concerts and interviews?”

Deciding to just write something casual, normal, as if she couldn’t still feel his lips pressing against her cheek in a short fleeting moment, the girl quickly wrote,

“Hi, yeah it is. How come you asked for my number?”

Did that sound rude? No. It was a genuine question, one she was now regretting sending, but a question she wanted an answer to, whilst she screamed almost silently into her pillow, like a thirteen year old girl whose crush just glanced at her in the hallway.

“Good :) i just wanted to say thank you for your work today. You seem really good, considering you’re young”

The casual compliment had her almost giggling at her desk, now sitting up straighter, as if he could see what she was doing through the screen.

“Thank you :)) so based off that, i’m assuming you’ve text every other staff member from today to say thank you?”

She tried to joke, her attempts a slightly awkward, but cute interaction. Jiyong on the other hand, sat in his living room, his cats Zoa and Iye curled up against him in some way.

He didn’t know what possessed him to ask his friend for her number. She was quite controversially younger then he was. Not that he minded all that much, but the media was a bitch.

His actions earlier on in the day wasn’t exactly completely platonic, and him asking for her number later on was anything but subtle. But you couldn’t blame him for trying.

“Only you. Is that okay?”

A heartbeat passed before the all too familiar grey ‘…’ showed up. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this conversation to be honest. But he was willing to see.

“yeah of course :)”

Did that sound desperate? Surely not, it was polite. The girl couldn’t help the overthinking that ran through her mind, but in her defence it was G-Dragon.

To y/n’s slight dismay, the conversation didn’t go further then that. But she couldn’t be too greedy, she was happy to even glance at the man in real life.

What shocked the girl the next morning however, when she was fresh out the shower, her hair still damp, and her toothbrush in her hand, was an email from a variety show she had watched a number of times before ‘LEEYONGJIN YOUTUBE’.

After skimming over the email a couple times, she concluded that she was asked to be an assistant videographer for a video to fill in for a sick worker. This weekend.

The girl was fresh out of her arts school, quickly landed ZIP DAESUNG and now this? It was like a dream in one.

Once she accepted the job in her reply, there was another confirmation email sent through, explaining location, time, needs, and other details. The name at the bottom of the page was one that confused and slightly intimidated her.

“Lee Yong-Jin & G-Dragon - tarot reading”

G-Dragon? For a split moment she thought it was fate. That the universe set them both together again. Her fangirl dreaming was quickly shut short when she got a message that honestly made her happier then the irrealistic vision she painted.

“I assume i’ll see you saturday?”

Did he realise the weight he held in his words? As if he hadn’t just laid down her teenagehood dream right in front of her.

“How did you know?”

“I set it up. Wanted to give you another chance to work your magic”

“omgomgomg thank you! how did you do that?”

“I’m G-Dragon. Stop asking questions :)”

He was like a minx. Already in her head, and now she was given another opportunity to capture his face on her camera once more.

Her day was spent smiling at the screen that held the footage from ZIP DAESUNG, which she then forwarded to the editors once proofchecked by her. More times then necessary, but she wouldn’t admit that aloud.

That Saturday, however, was then spent with her trying to keep an even more professional approach then on ZIP DAESUNG. This was the second time Jiyong had met her now, although he hadn’t spoke to her considering they were both working. And not to mention this wasn’t her normal job, she wanted to leave a good impression.

The variety show was a tarot reading. Something y/n didn’t exactly care for, and ZIP DAESUNG was where her heart lay, but she was more then grateful and happy to be there, especially when she was here, standing just a few feet from the man who once covered her phone wallpaper for all of 2021. Something she couldn’t believe was truly happening.

Her heart was in her throat. She reminded herself to act cool, nod at the right times, and absolutely not stare. Still, being here, especially with her bias right there, it felt like some kind of alternate reality. She couldn’t believe this was her life now.

When they soon got onto the topic of love, more specifically, Jiyongs love life, y/ns shoulders tensed slightly more then before, waiting to see if the man would admit to having someone in his life that the media didn’t know about. For all she knew, he could be in a year long relationship and have a house with a girl from the entertainment industry.

“This is interesting” the MC, Yong-Jin spoke, laying out the tarot cards with practised ease.

“I really want to know” Jiyong stated. His voice was slightly rougher then how it was on ZIP DAESUNG.

Once Jiyong had picked three cards, he sat back a bit further in his seat, his glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose like they were when y/n had first laid eyes on him in real time.

“Let’s see, will Jiyong get a girlfriend this year” Yong-Jin smirked slightly, flipping the cards over, a level of surprise and amused realisation over his face. The cards weren’t exactly set in stone, nor were they entirely accurate but it was a fun interaction.

“What is it?” Jiyong questioned, slightly confused once he laid eyes on the cards. The man opposite him picked up a card, one that had in a pretty font at the bottom “King of Pentacles”

“So this represents you making a decision” he explained, whilst Jiyongs gaze stayed down at the cards splayed in front of him.

“The King of Pentacles card means that the right moment will come this year” he further added, pushing the card slightly towards GD.

“There’s an 80-90% chance that you’ll get a girlfriend this year”. Of course that could easily be a bluff, but Jiyong was interested in what he had to say.

Across the room, Y/N tried her best to focus on the mundane task of sorting camera films, but it was useless. Kwon Jiyong was right there. Barely Ten feet away. Breathing the same air. After years of seeing him on screens, the reality of him was a constant, dizzying distraction. Her other camera, thankfully, stayed dutifully trained on his angle, capturing the man himself.

Y/N on the other hand was busy sorting out camera films, whilst her other camera stayed recording Jiyongs angle.

“You already have someone you’re interested in” Yong-Jin assumed, earning a ‘oh’ from Jiyong, who wore his gummy smile on his face yet again.

Jiyong playfully pretended to look around before his eyes lay on y/n for a split second, pretending to read the name that was stuck to her jacket, as if it was foreign to him, before turning back to Yong-Jin, blurting out her name, causing y/n to look shocked, much to his amusement.

Of course, no one here knew that they had met before. To them, and to even y/n herself, he was just playing along to a joke, and she fell to be his victim.

But if being a victim to his joke meant that her name fell from Jiyongs lips again, she was more then happy to do so.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on the videographer” He added, making y/n’s cheeks burn more then when he had kissed her cheek previously not long ago.

Y/N’s heart hammered against her ribs. She was sure everyone could hear it. He said my name. Kwon Jiyong just said my name. She looked up, her professional composure shattered into a million starstruck pieces, much to his clear amusement.

Obviously she tried to keep composed, as if she wasn’t screaming and dying inside and questioning everything she was doing right now.

Was her hair too frizzy? Was she breathing too loud?

He laughed at Yong-Jin’s reaction, and it was low - scratchier than on stage.

Get the shot. That was the job. Framing, focus, exposure — not how Jiyong’s stupid earring caught the light like a K-drama filter.

She needed help. Or a break. Or holy water.

The MC quickly moved past this, everyone surrounding assuming qthe idol was just being playful and bringing light to the scene.

“There’s already someone you’re interested in, and you may reach a point where you two start dating” Yong-Jin commented, mindlessly mixing and rearranging the cards before once again adding,

“Yeah that’s definitely right, it could already be at the flirting stage. This may or may not be true”

His light words lay heavy in y/n’s brain, and as much as she told herself it was just a tarot reading, Jiyongs attempt at being funny made her feel like he was stringing her along in a plan of his or something.

When the MC switched the topic to the idols new album soon to be released, a breath of relief came from the young girl.

Somehow, she survived the remaining twenty minutes of the segment, although it felt like an eternity, and a minute at the same time. It was a blur of muffled instructions from the producer and the searing awareness of Jiyong’s occasional glances. The second the MC ended the show, Y/N made a beeline for the craft services table, not because she was hungry, but because it was the furthest point from him and offered the perfect excuse to look busy.

She fumbled with a water bottle, her hands still not quite her own, when a shadow fell over her.

“I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable back there.”

The voice was unmistakable. It was him. Y/N risked a glance up. Kwon Jiyong was standing beside her, holding two cups of coffee. He offered one to her. His celebrity aura was turned down, replaced by a quiet, almost apologetic sincerity.

“Uncomfortable?” she squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual. She cleared her throat. “No, not at all. It’s… part of the show. A joke.” A joke that has completely rewired my brain, she thought hysterically.

He took a sip of his own coffee, his eyes watching her over the rim of the cup. “Was it?” he asked softly. “Because from my perspective, the King of Pentacles was spot on. I am making a decision.”

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping so only she could hear. “And Yong-Jin was right. I am interested. I just used his little game as an excuse to say it out loud.”

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GD&TOP ; WRITING EVENT

This is entirely inspired by @makeitworse and @petersasteria ‘s events and work! Credits go to them, especially for allowing me to do this event! Thank you so much 🙏🏼

This will be a BIGBANG / GD&TOP writing event where I’ve gathered some of my favourite writers so do a story on a song from the GD&TOP album! Enjoy ;

HIGH HIGH :

KWON JIYONG @steponupbabe

OH YEAH :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN @iibgdrgn

DONT LEAVE :

KWON JIYONG @currentloser

BABY GOODNIGHT :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN @flymetothexmoon

KNOCK OUT :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN & KWON JIYONG @moontabi

OH MOM :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN @ikwon1c

OBSESSION :

KWON JIYONG @jiyongsangel

OF ALL DAYS :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN @lovemepartly

WHAT DO YOU WANT? :

KWON JIYONG @moonqz4now

TURN IT UP :

CHOI SEUNGHYUN @gdinthehouseee

These writers are incredible and i’m so happy they’re apart of it!! Let me now if you’d like to be added to the tag list! We hope you enjoy the stories 🖤

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Wrapped in You

characters: kwon jiyong x y/n

summary: after a stormy stage and a rising fever, jiyong stumbles home soaked and shivering. between steam-filled baths and clingy cuddles, he remembers what it means to be loved gently.

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, slice of life, domestic love, boyfriend!jiyong, gentle intimacy, post-performance care

just a short update. i just had to, i’ve missed jiyong 🥹

The door creaked open with a soft click, followed by a muffled sniffle and a very tired groan.

You looked up from the bed just as Jiyong shuffled in, already changed into loose cotton pants and a thin white shirt under a robe. His pink hair was half-dried and clung to his forehead, and he was swaying a little as he walked — worn out, wet from earlier, and very clearly unwell. And despite all that, he smiled weakly at the sight of you. Sniffling. Tired. But smiling.

“Ji?” you called softly, already rising from the edge of the bed, tossing the hotel throw aside.

“Baby…” His voice rasped as he sniffled, dragging his robe tighter across his chest.

In a dimly lit hallway of the luxurious suite, framed by the downlight overhead, stood your boyfriend, Kwon Jiyong.

“…I’m home,” he mumbled, voice raspy and low.

“Oh my god, baby,” you whispered, crossing the room fast. You reached out, catching his cold cheeks in your palms. “You’re burning up.”

“It was pouring… I think I inhaled the rain,” he croaked, then coughed — a deep, chesty sound that made your stomach twist. You touched his forehead, then his cheeks. He was burning hot.

“I told you to wear something heavier,” you scolded, though your tone was soft. “The weather app said 90% chance of a downpour.”

“I wore my soul onstage,” he grinned blearily, leaning his full weight into you.

You stumbled back a step, catching him by the waist. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m sick,” he whined dramatically, “and I need affection. Stat.”

“Okay, drama king,” you sighed. “Let’s get you in the bath.”

“I knew you’d say that,” he sniffled as you helped guide him toward the bathroom. “Bath me like one of your French girls.”

You snorted. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“But you love me.”

“Unfortunately for me, I do.”

You adjusted the tap as the steam fogged up the mirror, checking the temperature one last time. The oils you added — lavender, eucalyptus, and a little yuzu scented the air like a healing spell. Behind you, Jiyong leaned weakly against the doorframe, arms crossed but robe slipping off one shoulder.

“I looked cool though,” he croaked, voice rough, and then he sneezed violently into his elbow. “Didn’t I?”

“No. You looked like a drowned rockstar,” you said, tugging him inside by the sleeve of his robe. “Which, unfortunately, you are. Now, take your clothes off.”

His tired eyes blinked, slowly curling into a smirk. “Usually I have to ask for that first.”

“Don’t test me, Kwon Jiyong.”

He stripped slowly, obediently, as you fetched towels and dry clothes. His skin was cold to the touch, clammy in the way that made your stomach twist. You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead and winced. Fever. Already. You weren’t even surprised.

“Baby, sit down,” you instructed, pushing him gently onto the edge of the bed as you towel-dried his hair. His head lulled forward against your stomach as you did, his hands lazily hugging your waist, and you could feel how heavy his breathing was. “You’ve gotta stop pushing yourself this far.”

He obeyed, lowering himself slowly into the water with a long, shaky exhale. The tension in his shoulders dropped instantly as the warmth enveloped him.

“God,” he muttered, eyes falling shut. “That’s so much better…”

You knelt beside the tub, dipping the washcloth in the water. Your fingers skimmed gently over his chest.

He smiled lazily. “You’re so pretty when you fuss over me.”

“You’re so dumb when you don’t listen,” you countered softly, brushing his damp bangs off his forehead.

He cracked one eye open. “Hey.”

“No, seriously.” You pressed the warm cloth to his neck. “Why’d you take your hat off?”

Jiyong flinched slightly not from the cloth, but from your tone. You continued, gently but firm. “It was pouring, Ji. I watched you stand in the middle of the stage with your head bowed, letting the rain drench you like a human sponge. You looked beautiful, but…”

“I didn’t want to block my face from the crowd,” he mumbled, throat scratchy. “It’s been almost a year since I came back. I didn’t want them to feel like I was hiding.”

You swallowed down the sting in your throat. “But at what cost?”

He shrugged a little, then winced—his shoulders sore. “If I could give them more, I would. Even if it’s just my bare face in the rain. They waited so long.”

You gently squeezed the cloth and ran it over his shoulder. “But they didn’t wait just for that, Ji. They waited because they love you. Not your skin, not your hair. You.”

He let out a soft breath. “I know…”

You paused. “You didn’t have to prove anything tonight.”

“I wasn’t trying to prove anything,” he whispered, eyes fixed on the rippling surface of the water. “I just… I wanted them to feel like it was worth it. That I was worth it.”

Your heart ached. “You’re worth it regardless of how hard you push yourself. You’ve always been worth it, even in silence, even in rest.”

He looked up then, really looked at you, like he needed to hear that in more than words.

“I missed this,” he said after a beat. “Being taken care of. Being seen… not as a performer or some comeback poster boy. Just… as me.”

“You’re always just you to me,” you whispered, cupping his cheek gently. His eyes fluttered shut under your touch.

“I hate that you felt like you had to overdo it tonight,” you added, a bit quieter. “I love your passion, but… you scared me out there.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he murmured. “I just got caught in the moment.”

You leaned down, your forehead brushing his. “I know.”

Then, in the softest voice, you added, “Next time, keep the damn hat on.”

That made him chuckle—a real one, rough but genuine. “Yes, ma’am.”

He reached for your hands, water dripping off his fingers as he pulled you closer. “Come in.”

“I just got you settled.”

“And now you’re going to settle me more,” he said, eyes big and pitiful. “Please. Just a little bit. I’ll behave.”

“You never behave.”

“I’ll try harder than I did for the fans,” he offered, tugging your wrist.

You sighed but smiled. “Okay. But you’re not dragging me under. No funny business.”

“I’m too sick for anything but love.”

You reached for the hem of your shirt. And as you began undressing, you noticed the way his breathing subtly shifted. His eyes were glassy from fever but undeniably focused, followed every movement of your hands. Your shirt slid up and over your head, tossed aside. Then your shorts. Your fingers hooked into the waistband, sliding it down slow, deliberate.

Jiyong blinked slowly like he was watching art unfold. You weren’t trying to be seductive but there was something raw, something quietly charged in the way his gaze never left you.

You could feel his reverence in the air. He said nothing but the slight parting of his lips, the lazy tilt of his head, and the breath he forgot to exhale spoke volumes.

“Yah,” you teased, looking down at him. “You’re drooling.”

He let out a choked little laugh, eyes still fixed on you like you were something fragile and holy. “I’m… admiring the view. It’s part of my recovery process.”

You stepped in, the warmth soothing your legs immediately. Jiyong adjusted, making space for you behind him. The moment you sat, his back pressed into your chest like puzzle pieces fitting together. His head lolled back on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, hands splayed across his chest, his heartbeat thudding slow and steady beneath your fingers.

“You okay?” you whispered, arms slipping around his waist. He nodded slowly, breath catching.

“You’re warm,” he said softly. “So warm…”

Your hands gently moved along his chest, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You still have a fever.”

“This,” he mumbled. “This is my encore.”

You kissed the top of his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But happy,” he whispered.

You smiled, fingers drawing little patterns on his stomach as his body relaxed completely in your arms. You held him tighter, water sloshing softly around you both. “Then I am too.”

[steponupbabe]

We got ww3 before bigbang reunion *smh*

[steponupbabe]

i just realized i don’t think anyone on here knows my name 😭

[steponupbabe]

i updated my masterlist yayyy

[steponupbabe]

do u think ji would let me lick him if i asked really nice with rainbows and sprinkles on top

well if ur asking with rainbows and sprinkles on top that boosted your chances 200% girl

[steponupbabe]

Track 05: The first kiss.

Pairing: 2000s!Kwon jiyong x Fem!reader.

Warnings: some confusion, jiyong being a lil stupid, y/n stressing over jiyong being stupid, awkward first kiss.

Summary: it had been a week since jiyong confessed to you, but you can’t seem to understand why he hasn’t popped that question yet.

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It had been a week since jiyong had given you the CD. a week since you had listened to Track 05, a week since he confessed he had feelings for you, a week since your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. you both never addressed what you were— because jiyong was already acting like your boyfriend. it was in the way he treated you.

Yes, jiyong always treated you like more than what you two really were, but it was different now. holding hands became more common, picking you up and dropping you off after school, waiting for the other at their lockers, buying you small little things and acting like it was no big deal because “he just thought of you.” or he “knew you’d like it.” staying up late on the phone like nothing else in the world mattered.

He even started to kiss your cheeks and forehead— more than what he used to anyway. but you couldn’t understand why he hasn’t asked you that question. you kept waiting and waiting but it never came.

So you decided to do what you do best, take matters into your own hands. you had slipped a pink post it into his locker, you kept it short and simple,

( meet me at the playground after school, 5:00 o’clock. x y/n.)

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You sat on the swings, Hair tied in a messy braid, Your summer dress flowing just slightly do to the summer breeze, White converse grazing the floor as you slowly pushed the swing back and forth, And your stomach fluttering as you waited for jiyong to arrive. You don’t even know what you were going to say.

“Jiyong why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend yet? Did you change your mind? Did i do something?”

No, thats too much. Too desperate. You were trying to have a conversation, Not bombard him.

“Yo you wanna be my boyfriend or what?”

Yo? What are you thinking? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you should just wait for him to say something—

“Hey, what’s the matter? You look like your brain just hit a 404 error.” You were snapped out of your thoughts as Jiyong sat on the swing right next to you. “Oh uhm, nothing just school.” He lifted a brow in confusion, smiling softly. “Oh…kay.” He said not fully believing you. It was silent for a while. Not the comfortable silence, No, The silence that made you want to jump off a cliff. Why did you even ask him to meet you here if you had no idea what you were going to say? Maybe it’s not as easy as you thought it would be.

Jiyong decides to break the god awful silence, he could tell there was something wrong, He always knew. He knew you better than he knew Himself, what were you hiding?

“Y/n? can you just tell me what’s wrong? there obviously is, or you wouldn’t be staring at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing invented since the cellphone.” You sighed as he spoke, You didn’t even know how to start the conversation, But you also couldn’t stay quite any longer either. “It’s just..” you sighed as you try to gather your words together. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet, ji. You gave me that CD a week ago, i don’t know i just.. i thought you would’ve asked me by now. Did i do something wrong? am i giving mixed singnals or something? i just—“

Your rambling was cut off by Jiyongs laughter, Was he Giggling? Why was he giggling? “Y/n, I didn’t know i had to ask, I thought you already were my girlfriend.” He says while smiling at your confused state, placing his hand on yours, trying to calm you down. Your brain scrambled at his words, you furrowed your brows in confusion. “W- what? you thought we were already dating?” you ask, genuinely confused. He smiles again, softer this time.

“Well yeah, i thought the moment you came to me and told me about it we were. I’m sorry for confusing you but i didn’t know i had to ask. Also i doubt all the things i’ve been doing this past week have been very friendly.” He adds, laughing softly as you look down at the ground blushing. “In my defense, You always act like that ji. how am i supposed to tell the difference.” you say playfully, looking at him.

He scratches the back of his neck, ears turning slightly pink at your words. “Yeah, i guess you’re right. I’m sorry. i really am, i didn’t mean to confuse you, But! I’ll do it right this time.” He says getting up from his spot from the swing to kneel in front of you “Y/n l/n, would you be my girlfriend?” You giggle at The boy in front of you, stepping off the swing to pull him up from his spot on the ground. “Yes, you idiot. I’ll happily be your girlfriend.” You laugh as Jiyong stands in front of you.

Jiyong stepped closer to you now, Eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. Your breath hitched as you feel his breath hit your cheek. your eyes fell to his lips, your heart beating what feels like a million miles per second. His hands find their way to your waist.

“Can.., can i kiss you?” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, Smiling and nodding your head. “Yes, please.” He closes the not very small space between you two without another word, Lips colliding with his. your hands found their way to his chest as you kissed him back, soft and slow.

It wasn’t perfect. He kissed a little crooked. You bumped teeth once. You laughed into his mouth. But it was real. And warm. And him. When he finally pulled back, his smile was lopsided and shy and ridiculously proud. He placed his forehead on yours and sighed.

you both stood there for a second before you pulled away slightly to look at him, breaking the silence. “You know i don’t think we did that right,” you said as he looked at you a little confused. “Huh? I thought it was fine.” you giggled “No, i think we should do it one more time. just to be safe” he smiles at your words. “Huh, you’re right.” he says leaning in, pressing his lips to yours.



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A/n: yayyyyy part two!!! hope u guys enjoyed y/n and jiyongs first kiss as a couple heheh 🤭🩷

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