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What I couldn't see

Chap 1 to 4

Blind from birth, you never imagined that one day you would be married to such a wonderful man as Choi Seughyun. When you met Kwon Jiyong, employed to ensure your safety, you discovered that this paradise that was offered to you was artificial and that the man you loved was nothing like you thought.

Mafia au serie

Pairing Kwon Jiyong, female reader and Choi Seunghyun as her husband and mafia boss.

WC: 5266

Warning: In this part: mild violence, Top as a sweet husband (god! I fell for him in chapter 1), drug and overdose reference but not in details.

Special thanks: Marie, my sweet little sis, thank you so much for finding the name of her guide dog that had such a wonderful meaning. It was perfect. I love you. My princess, thanks for reading me and commenting me. You boost my ego each time.

I hope you’ll enjoy it <3

Chapter 1 Tenderness before the storm

“Get ready love, they will be here soon” your husband pleaded.

“But I never wanted to have guests tonight! I wish it could be an ordinary night. Just the two of us” you pouted.

Seunghyun chuckled softly as he pulled up the zipper on the back of your dress. He snaked his arms around your waist and pressed his chin on your shoulder, cheek to cheek. When your back settled against his chest, time seemed to stop for the two of you. His arms tightened amorously. You were savoring this peaceful moment before your house will be filled with people.

“The thing is, you always want a quiet evening. I’d say you want a night alone with your piano more than one with me, though” he teased before he softly kissed the crook of your neck.

“True. I hate people” you sighed . “Anyway, get away from our room now, if you want me to be ready on time. You’re too much of a distraction and you don’t like when I’m late”.

He didn't make an attempt to move back. Instead, he lazily caressed your stomach through the velvet of your gown.

“You’re always late” he scoffed “I guess 5 more minutes won’t make a big difference at this point, right? I missed you so much today, let me hug you a little more”.

None of you moved for a moment, feeling good in each other’s arms. Three weeks ago, you have celebrated your first wedding anniversary. Seunghyun wanted to have a big party but you preferred a private weekend for just the two of you. You came to a compromise when he offered a week in Bali. You couldn’t say no to that. It was a happy and lustful week.

“If you don’t go right now, I’ll change my mind and will stay in bed all night long while you entertain your guests”.

“Fine, I’m going,” He had to face his upcoming responsibilities and let you finish getting ready, the house will soon be full of people. “I’ll ask Hanako to come and help you”

“Perfect” you turned around to face him and placed your hands flat on his chest to have your repairs. Then on tiptoe, you pecked his lips.

“Can’t wait to take that dress off of you”.

“AGAIN? You’re unstoppable” You mocked, although clearly on the same page. “The day you won't tell me that you want me, I'll suspect you of having an affair”.

“I don’t need it, my wife is too good for me”.

Instead of pulling away like he should, he trapped you in his arms, his big hands taking their ease on your butts. Surprised, he stepped back and observed you from head to toe.

“Love, where are your panties?” his voice was deep, low in his throat.

“I didn’t find any. Oopsie”

“Damn woman! You’re driving me crazy! How can I stay focused, knowing what’s waiting for me after the evening? ”

“You wanted to marry me, now deal with it”.

“Oh lord!” he walked towards you again and captured your lips. As always, the kiss was feverish, full of languid promises. It was 3 delicate knocks on the door that stopped your outburst.

Hanako, knowing that you needed her tonight, entered the room. Since you got married, she has become a second mother for you. She was the person who assisted you with the tasks you couldn’t accomplish by yourself. The makeup, the styling and matching accessories, the house chores, the grocery and more. She had always been working for the Choi family as a domestic. When the oldest son got a wife, she followed him.

Due to the fact that you were blind , you never really cared about the way your hair looked as long as they smell good. You always made sure that you would look presentable and it was enough for you. But now, it was a little bit different. Because your husband owns pharmaceutical subsidiaries and you needed to attempt many formal events, you agreed to receive help for your makeup and styling. What was supposed to be for special occasions became a daily routine and you came to like it, that short moment alone with the soft and quiet Hanako. After all, it seems to please Seunghyun a lot, each time you would come out of the room with your hair done and some makeup on, he complimented you. Before that, it was your mother that would come to your apartment and prepare clothing for different occasions. She filled your drawers with piles of clothes matching together. Cold days, working days, relax days, etc. Now that you live with a rich man, you can afford having a personal helper for those kinds of things and it was a relief not to be a burden on your family members anymore.

“Close the door on your way out. And please, don’t leave me alone with all those annoying ladies tonight, I beg you”.

“I’ll be having professional discussions, baby! You know how it is.” his voice was low and deep. You always loved the way it sounded.

“I know. I just hate when our house is noisy and filled with cheap perfume”.

“Their perfume ain’t cheap, it’s your nose that is too rafinate. Plus, you’re way too antisocial but at least, you’re not so bad looking.” he teased, clapping your butts. His remark made Hanako laugh.

“Oh my god! Go now!” you gestured as you smiled in his direction.

“Yeah, yeah! Take your time, beauty. Thank you Hanako, for making my wife look even more stunning”.

“Of course, Seunghyunie, but you always found her beautiful”

“Because she is. See you later, baby”.

He went out of the room. Until the last minute, you wished he would cancel the business diner but no. At least, the food will be good, you thought.

“Mrs Choi! What color would you like to have your makeup today? I suggest something in the orange palette” she stated, thinking out loud.

“I’ll leave it up to you. It means nothing at all to me, you know it”.

“We’ll go with something a little peachy tonight, it will be perfect with your dress and your new tan”.

“I”ll take your words for that”.

When you arrived at the last step with Ken, your guide dog on your left, your husband welcomed you by passing his arm under yours. Even though you never mentioned it, you didn’t like this gesture. It gave you the impression of being mothered.

“God, I have no words to tell you how much I found you beautiful. You’re stunning”. He exclaimed proudly.

“You tell me this every single day! Thank you, Hyunie” you blushed

“It’s true, Mr Choi. Your wife is exquisite” a voice you never heard stated.

“And here we go” you thought for yourself “it’s only for a couple of hours, I can do it!” you tried your best to be positive. Small talks, superficial conversations with superficial people you have nothing in common with was never something that you enjoyed. Since your marriage, it was unfortunately something you had to comply with. Tonight though, you heard stuff that you never thought you would hear in your own house.

You were having a boring encounter with the wifes of Seunghyun associates. Both of them were rambling about their apparently beautiful summer dresses and new shoes. Nothing that you ever cared about. You were having a hard time to follow the thread of the conversation and were trying to figure a way out of it.

“Yes.. hum hum… aah!” you said from time to time as you paid attention to the men that arrived on your back. What caught your attention was the tone of their voice. The pitch indicated to you that they were trying to be loud and heard but they were murmuring. It seemed staged and something was off.

“I’m telling you, it was mixed with something we couldn't identify yet. 2 overdoses dude! Not one, 2 fucking overdoses last night. You’ll have to be more careful if we don’t want the cops on our back”

“Believe me, it will be worse if it comes to the boss’s ears”.

“We are so screwed! He will have our heads. Let’s end this and call it a day...”

“Fuck, he’s coming… fuck! fuck! ok, he didn’t see us. Let’s go”

This is exactly why you always hated having your house filled with your husband’s affair partners. They were complete strangers to you and you never know exactly who was in front of you. Without knowing it, you have found yourself with drug dealers and it scared the shit out of you. Seunghyun took place by your side.

“Hello beautiful, having a good night?”

“Bring me somewhere we can talk,'' you demanded.

“Now? Are you sick?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as he scrutinized you.

“Yes, I’m fine but it’s important.”

He cuts you off before you could add anything.

“Then it will have to wait. We’re in the middle of something important”

You grabbed him by his clothes and brought him close to you. This is how important the situation was for you, you were normally in complete control of yourself.

“Hyunie, I think that some of your partners or employees are in fact drug dealers” you murmured very low in his ear. “I just heard a conversation on my back…”

“Yes beautiful, don’t worry about it. This is exactly what I need to take care about. Don’t worry, ok?”

He was trying to be reassuring but in fact, you felt a rage invading him. His breathing changed, became shorter and a little faster. Others would not have noticed but for you, it’s with these little details that you could recognize the mood of people, not having access to their facial expressions. The hatred in his tone, you weren't used to hearing it.

“Refer them to the police okay? I don’t want you to be in a dangerous position. I heard that these people could kill without leaving a single trace, drug dealers are unscrupulous”.

“What? Of course I won’t put myself in danger, you know me… Listen, I don’t know what’s really happening with my employees but I’ll dig into it, don't worry. I can’t stay with you any longer. Would you like to go upstairs? You look pale”.

“No, Hyunie, I’m fine. Go! I’ll stay with those annoying ladies”

“They left already, I think they went to the bar”.

“I’ll find another annoying person to entertain me then” you smiled but you still felt uncertain.

There was still a little something in the air that made you feel uncomfortable. The impression that someone was observing you from afar. That something bad was gonna happen. When a murmur rose from your guests, you found yourself placed behind your husband, the latter making a screen between you and the rest of the assembly. Suddenly, hands grabbed you from behind and then nothing! Total emptiness invades you as a sharp and violent blow hits your head.

Chapter 2 Thanks to you Jiyong, she’s alive.

The first time he saw you, it was two weeks ago, the day after you came back from Bali. He was in your house, in a discussion with his new direct boss Choi Seunghyun. They were having a general conversation when suddenly the latter had stopped and stood in front of an open double door. Following the boss’s gaze, he discovered you sitting on a piano bench with your head tilted slightly to the side while you were playing a joyful melody. Your face was radiant. You had a lovely smile, red on your luscious lips and rosy cheeks. Your long hair were hanging loose on your frail shoulders. You were absolutely ravishing. It was already well known that the boss’s wife was a gorgeous woman but Jiyong was not prepared for that much beauty.

The higher he went in the hierarchy of the organization, the more he heard about the legendary distant boss’s wife. The things he heard about you was a mix of everything. People didn’t seem to really know you, your personality. It was quite normal, considering all the efforts Choi was making to keep his wife out of his illegal business.

Therefore, the gossip was so contradictory that he had no idea what you really were like. Apparently, Seunghyun had met you during a concert you both attempted and soon you lived with him. Two months later, you were happily married, in a private ceremony in Jeju Island. According to his files, you were raised in a poor but loving family and had no siblings. You have 2 best friends that you see occasionally. Jiyong knew that you were an exceptional pianist. That you earned your living by teaching piano in a reputable conservatory downtown Seoul. That your parents were honest people who own a tteokbokki stand in the countryside. Those were the facts he knew about you.

Of Choi Seunhyun though, he knew a lot. The man was the biggest drug importer in South Korea. He laundered his money with the many pharmaceutical companies he owned around the world. No one had ever managed to catch him and this is exactly why Kwon Jiyong was trying to make it to the top of the hierarchy. To be the best, you have to beat the best. It’s as simple as that.

Jiyong knew how to trace his way through the hierarchy of crime. From the street, he was now considered an important member of the organization, having even access to the boss’s house. Very few people had this privilege. It was common knowledge that the boss did not mix home and his illegal business. He didn't want to involve his wife with any of it and it was clear and precise. Those who would expose his double life to you would be immediately beheaded along with a family member of the culprit. Definitely, you were the boss’s weak spot and you’d be hard to use against him if need be. But Jiyong was willing to do anything to climb the ladder and reach the top of the organisation.

Seunghyun being the careful person he was, always hired the best trained members of the organisation to protect him. They were selected for their discretion and skill with combat, firearms and technology. Few could accede to this position and they all had to have proven themselves more than once. They must be unknown to the police too, not to draw the attention of the authorities on the legal companies. Tonight, it was Jiyong’s first mission as Seunghyun’s security members. It was a pharmaceutical dinner, with only mondain rich people. When he noticed that someone from the outside had infiltrated the dinner, he took the opportunity to climb another step in Seunghyun’s trust. He placed himself close enough to you to be able to protect you in case of an assault. The man was watching over you, it was easy to say you were his target. It’s exactly what happened. The second that the intruder hit your head, he was already taken down by Jiyong. Being a ferocious street fighter, it was easy for him to put his opponent on the ground and keep him there without even having to take out his pistol. Tonight was easier, having anticipated the attack. He could have prevented it completely, but it wouldn't have the same effect on the boss.

“I think that I’ve never been more thankful in my entire life. I have no actual words to tell you how grateful I am”.

Seunghyun told him as he poured them whiskey on crystal glasses, in his office after the diner.

“If my wife would have died tonight… I can’t even think about it”

His fist hit the wall on his left, anger and fear coming out of every cell of his body. Jiyong had always imagined Seunghyun as someone who knew how to control himself and didn’t show his emotions. Like a professional, this evening he had settled the situation and what had been an attempted murder against his wife, passed for a vulgar accident. He had an obvious talent for convincing crowds, Jiyong was impressed to see him in action.

“I can only imagine how you feel, sir. I would also be in fury”.

“How can I repay you? What do you need, what do you want?”

At this specific moment, he knew he had to play it low profile. If he shows too much interest, he will be seen as a rival, he didn’t want it.

“I just did what I was paid for, sir. There is no need for you to thank me”.

“I insist. You saved my wife’s life. Isn’t she the sweetest person alive? How could I survive without her?”

“I swear, you don’t need to thank me. I did my job, that’s all, I received my salary already, so, it’s perfect”.

“Do you have a girlfriend? A husband maybe? A significant other?”

“With all your respect, I don’t think I need to answer this question”

Seunghyun burst into laughter. He liked the answer, Jiyong was impressive. He loved his rebellious attitude.

“That's a good strategy if you ask me. The less your enemies know about you, the less they can hurt you, right?”

“Exactly, sir. For now, I’m in your good graces but it can always change with our lifestyle. Also, we both know that if I’m in your house right now, it’s because you went through all my life history already. Therefore you already know the answer to that question”.

Seunghyun knew Jiyong’s background, of course. From his shoesize to the woman he likes to fuck, every single part of Jiyong’s life was in a file that Seunghyun carefully kept in his office. He was doing extensive investigations of every member of his gang, having the money and the ressources to do so. What he didn’t know is that Jiyong also had ressources and the things in his profile were all set up. Seunghyun will access only what he wants him, Kwon Jiyong, to show.

“I’m asking because I thought that I could congratulate you with some special treat. I know a few women who would be willing to take good care of you, one phone call and you'll have the night of your dreams. The whole week, if you want to. The year! I won’t be greedy with you”.

“oooh! If this is what you have in mind then I cannot refuse” Jiyong smirked. He knew he could never refuse such an offer, in order to get some rank. “For tonight, it will be enough. But I’m surprised, aren't you happily married? I thought you would know less about escorts now”.

“Well, I have to know what’s on the market, right? On paper, of course, I don’t test them anymore. Anyway, any preferences? Blond? Brown? Even better, red hair? What nationality? We can arrange it if you want a man as well. We now have some boys on the menu”

“I’d say, one lady with a mouth that does magic!”

Seunghyun laughed, a big fat laughter that Jiyong hated with all his guts. One day, he will bring this man down.

“Aaaw! I know exactly what you mean. A woman’s mouth can do miracles, right? Go home, I’ll send some ladies to you”.

“Thanks sir, I appreciate it”.

“Now, I’ll go see how my wife is doing, if you’ll excuse me”.

With a pang in his chest, knowing what he’ll have to do when he’ll get home, Jiyong left the boss's house and drove back to his apartment. He never really liked to fuck a whore, but a man’s gotta do, what he’s gotta do. He also had to admit, it was not the worst part of the job!

Chapter 3 Headache

“Hyunie? Seunghyun?” you called when you woke up with a migraine the next morning.

He was watching over you in bed. He prepared what he would tell you. Knowing you were very good to detect someone’s lie, he had to be extra careful. You never doubted him, mostly because he never lied to you, yet. He just hid some details, here and there. But he was not in his normal state right now, he was still panicked about what happened last night and didn’t had enough time to cool down. He’ll have to be extra convincing.

“Hey sleeping beauty, how are you this morning?” He tried his best to sound light.

“What happened? My head is about to burst!” you asked, in sharp pain.

“You don’t remember? Oh no, that’s not good”.

“What? Why?”

“Last night, you fell on the floor for no reason. You became a little confused and then boum!”.

“What? Can you come closer, I know you are there but I can’t feel you”.

He tried to avoid it. He knew that you can read in him even more easily when you touch him. He knew that you would feel his pulse, feel every single tensed zone under your fingers. You were a pro to detect his emotions.

“Sorry, I stayed away because I didn’t want to hurt you. Here I am”

He crawled closer, grabbing one of your hands and holding it. His skin was warm but his hands were sweaty unlike usual. You also detected a slight tremor. You could tell he was nervous.

“Why is my heartbeat pounding against my temples? It hurts so bad”.

“As I just said, you became a little confused last night and you started to say strange things. I think you drank too much, even though I only saw you with a glass of champagne. Maybe you drank more? I don’t know, I was pretty busy. When I came to talk to you, you started to say weird things, showing some signs of paranoia. When you stepped back, you got crammed into a foot and fell backwards, banging your head on a table in the process”.

“Oooh! Yes, I remember now”

“You do?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, I was talking to your partners' wives and I heard two men talking about drugs and overdoses”.

“Oh, this is new. This is not what you told me last night! Last night you were talking about somebody frauding the company… Love, are you okay? Do you have headaches often? Do you feel dizzy? Do you take drugs?”

He hated that. With all his being he hated lying to you. But he had no choice, he could not let the slightest doubt about his activities interfere in your couple. You would leave him and it was not an option.

“What? Of course not, come on! Plus, I only had two drinks”.

“I see… maybe someone put some drugs in your glass”.

“Really? Oh! My! This is very strange.”

You were wondering if you should laugh or cry about the situation when you remembered that last night you were in front of Seunghyun’s employees and associates. For his part, Seunghyun seemed relieved. You didn’t know that he was in fact, he was just happy to have passed the “lie detector” test.

“I’m so sorry, I made a fool of myself in front of your guests. You must have been so ashamed”.

“Nah, I could never be ashamed of you. Come on” he gently brushed your hair beneath your ear.

“I think I won’t be able to go to work, my head is about to explode”.

“I already took care of it. I sent an email to your director saying that you were sick and taking the day off. I used your professional account, of course”.

“What a lucky woman I am, my man takes really good care of me” you state holding your temples in between your hands.

“Yes, maam. Plus, I’ll put some ice on your forehead right now. Lean back, I want you to rest a little more”.

He was already in the hallway when he heard you ask “Why do you know the password of my mail account?” When he came back in the room with ice and painkillers, you had fallen back asleep. He had avoided the question, for now.

Chapter 4 Meeting Jiyong

A couple of days had passed. You needed a little time to get rid of this bad headache that kept you in bed. Loud sounds made you feel terrible therefore, you couldn’t play the piano at all. Even the sound of your own footsteps was painful. You were more than happy to feel better.

As you walked through the door of your room, with Ken in a harness, you froze. It was the second time this morning that you felt a presence but this time you couldn’t ignore it. You were supposed to be alone on the second floor now, even in the whole house, Hanako has left for the grocery store, Hyunie has left for work and Youngbae hasn't arrived yet.

“Who’s there?” You asked, unsure.

Even if you felt a presence, you didn’t really expect someone to answer you. When you heard his voice, you jumped out of fear.

“I’m sorry Mrs Choi, I failed my mission. I was supposed to go unnoticed before your husband would talk to you”.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” You asked, stepping back.

“I’m really sorry to stress you. My name is Kwon Jiyong. I was hired by your husband to assure your security”.

“A bodyguard?”

“Well, I think we can call it like that”.

“Why would I need a bodyguard? No, Seunghyun would have told me. What's really going on?”

“With all your respect, if I wanted to harm you, I would have done it long ago. You are an easy target, Mrs Choi”.

“True” you thought for yourself. But still, Seunghyun would have said something, of that you are sure.

“Why would I need a security guard in my own house?”

“Why don’t you call your husband, his plane is only due to take off in 20 minutes. You should have time to catch him”.

“What plane? He went overseas?”

“Listen, it’s not my role to tell you where he is and what he’s doing. Can you please call him?” he had a short temper, it seemed.

You didn’t need to call him, your phone rang at that exact moment. It was your husband, checking on you to see if you had woken up. He affirmed that he hired Jiyong to assure your security, that he will explain the reasons later. After a short conversation, you hung on.

“So, feeling less scared now?” Jiyong asked.

“I’m sorry. I was not prepared for that. I thought I was alone. You should have announced yourself.”

“My mistake, I apologize. But, in my defense, I was supposed to be discreet. Actually, I had the order not to make myself visible before he could talk to you. I guess, I failed lamentably”.

In fact, he did it on purpose. He wanted to surprise you. He wanted to see how you would react to the fact you now needed a bodyguard. Normally, people don't need to be protected. He wanted to see if the rumor was true among the gang members, that you really didn’t have any clue about the criminal activities. He was secretly wondering how he could use you against your husband. Choi also threatened him: you tell her the slightest word about the illegal business, you’re dead. You touch her, whatever the reason is and you’re also dead. You make her doubt me? Dead again. Along with a family member that Choi himself will choose, depending on the thing he holds against him.

“Why do I suddenly need a bodyguard? Oooh, I see! You are a private detective and you are supposed to report all my doings to Hyunie. Is that so? But that is also not credible. He knows I’m not cheating” you scratched your head, thinking out loud.

Jiyong smiled. If anything, he didn’t saw it coming, a talkative woman. You were never portrayed like that.

First thing he could tell about your personality: you were clever. Jiyong analyzed you from head to toe. Slender but with sensual and delicate shapes, silky and shining hair you wore loose each time he saw you. Gorgeous eyes that always seemed to instinctively look in the right direction. Small and delicate hands with long fingers. You had luxurious clothes that flattered your hips. You also seemed like a kind person, in contrast to what he had heard. He also likes the tone of your voice and the color of your skin. He had to admit, when it comes to women, unfortunately, the boss and him shared the same taste, at least aesthetically.

“Now that we’ve met, may I know your plans for the day” he was abrupt, more than he wanted to sound like.

“This morning, I’ll practice piano. I have to go to the conservatory in the afternoon, I neglected my students the last couple of days”.

“Fair enough. I’ll have to go with you”.

“I’m sorry but no”.

“This is not something you have control of. I’ll follow you, that you want it or not”.

“Why though? Hyunie said he will tell me tonight! But I want to know, right now”.

“It’s not my part of the deal. You’ll have to ask your husband maam.”

“But, he’s not here, isn’t he? And I want to know in order to decide if you will follow me or not. I work in a conservatory, your presence could affect the students even if they are adults”.

He didn’t want to be on a mission with you. He wanted to be with the boss. He wanted his head, quickly. Playing bodyguards with a rich woman wasn’t going to get him there. But since he was thus delayed in his mission, he thought it would be better to use you as much as he could. After all, maybe you knew more than he thought. Maybe he could use you against him. In order to gain your trust, he needed to cut some loose.

“I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s only because you seem to be a nice person”.

“Look at this, a charmer!” You crossed your arms on your chest, mocking him.

There was nothing haughty in your tone, you were rather teasing. Your reputation was nothing true to what he could see. You had nothing cold, nothing distant. Maybe the only thing that could pass for arrogance was your determination, and even then…

“Okay, she will stand no bullshit” Jiyong thought for himself. “She’s brilliant, assertive, she catches people’s intentions quickly and she’s intuitive. I’ll have to be extra careful, the boss informed me earlier, he was not exaggerating”.

“I’m not trying to be charming, Mrs Choi. I’m just saying that I don’t have the right to give you this information. But because it seems to make you anxious, I shall give you a hint”

“Then, you should have told me this, instead of telling me you would because I am a nice girl”. You said, lifting your chin up, smiling. He was not sure if you were serious or teasing him, you were halfway in between.

Jiyong knew that not to be discovered by you, he’ll have to always give you a part of the truth. You were a ferocious adversary. He cannot blow his cover like that. He’ll have to be on his guards.

“I’m really sorry Mrs Choi. Let me be completely honest with you here. I didn’t want to be your personal bodyguard. I accepted to come here only because Mr Choi offered me a considerable amount of money to keep you safe. But let’s say, I’m not used to boring tasks, I’m a man of actions. Forgive me if I upset you”.

You were touched by this sudden confession. You appreciate the man that was standing in front of you because at that very moment, he was vulnerable. At least, he showed a vulnerable side of himself. Plus, you could be sure of one thing, if he was in your house, having the mission to assure your security for whatever reason, it was because Seunghyun trusted him therefore, you should do the same.

“I see. Ok, you can continue.” you answered and Jiyong smiled for himself. You had nerves, for sure.

“Right. So, the reason why you need to be protected is because your husband has received threats. He didn’t want to take any chances and sent me here. You know how fierce the competition is in the pharmaceutical industry”.

“What kind of threats? Is he in danger? Am I? Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I can’t answer for him but I think it’s because you were still asleep when it happened. He didn’t want to disturb your sleep”.

“Well, two things. First, I’m really sorry that you had to come here against your will. I hope you’ll find a way to enjoy it, nonetheless. Secondly, I hope you are a better guard than you are at being silent because then I’ll be dead the second someone breaks in”

If the words were harsh, your smile was tender and the laughter that followed was sincere. You just wanted to tease him.

“Yeah, well…” he scratched his head, shy.

“Relax, MrKwon, I’m just teasing you. And I’m not scared at all, if you wanna know”.

“That’s good. I won’t let anything happen to you so you don’t have to worry. You can go start your day while I report myself to your husband”.

“You need to report yourself”?

“Yes”

“Wow! He’s a strict boss, that’s sexy! I didn’t know him like that”!

“You have no idea how he really is,” Jiyong thought to himself. That will change soon enough and when you will learn, Choi Boss will fall into pieces.

NOTE: sorry for the black dots before the dialogues. Something went wrong when I transferred the google doc file here... since it's not that much of a mistake, I'll let it here for this part but I'll change it for the next uploads. Sorry 😞

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I Don’t Know(13) (ft. G Dragon and MINO)

Part 13

You’ve had enough of this crap.

This series will be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s an AU where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series.

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This is the second last part!!

Word Count: 2020

WARNINGS: crying, drinking.

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You tried to put up with it. You really did. For two weeks, you respected his wishes and put some distance between the two of you, no matter how much it hurt you to go back to being practically strangers with Jiyong. You didn’t message him. You passed on all messages for him via his manager. You didn’t try and acknowledge his existence at work, even though you were working on his comeback. It got tougher by the day, because his manager had given you printouts of the lyrics of the songs in his comeback for you and your team to have a better idea of what to do and after reading them, you were moments away from bursting into tears, because of the beautiful way in which he put down the feeling of longing he had for you. You knew that feeling. It was what you felt for him. For all those years, and somewhere deep down, you knew you still did. You also had to fight the urge to laugh, because when you read his lyrics about wanting to be close to you, all you wanted to do was shake him and ask him why he was pushing you away again. Yeah, maybe he wasn’t being mean to you this time, but it hurt. It hurt so goddamn much. You were so confused. But you tried. You really tried to maintain the distance. You tried even harder to pretend like it wasn’t affecting you. But you betrayed yourself in the small things. The hope in your eyes whenever you thought you heard his voice. The constant looks towards the door. The general air of weariness about you. The pained expression you got whenever someone spoke about him. Even so, you persevered for two weeks before a combination of things made you snap.

-two weeks later-

You were mid conversation with Hwiyoung when Jiyong’s manager walked in. He was smiling and looked very excited.

“Okay, you guys! I thought it might help with your work if you listened to Jiyong’s album, starting with the title track ‘I Don’t Know’. It’s the song for the music video you’ve been working on!”

And before you could make an excuse to get out of listening to something you knew would only cause you more pain, he started playing it. The moment you heard Jiyong’s voice reading out the message he sent you the night you confessed to him, you found yourself unable to move. You wanted to get up and walk away, but from the sound of his beautifully melodic voice and the things he was talking about, you were stuck in this flurry of memories. They all flashed before your eyes. The day you realised you liked him, the times you cried over him, the times he comforted you; everything took over in this wave of emotions and it proved to be too much for you to bare. The song had ended, but you were still stuck in your own world. You were only jolted out of it when Somin hesitantly wiped a tear off your face. Shocked at yourself, you looked upwards to find Hwiyoung, Lia, Somin and Jiyong’s manager staring at you, confused. You opened your mouth to make an excuse and laugh it off, but you couldn’t.

“I-I need to go.” Your voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

And you walked out of the room, tears streaming down your face.

What was going on? What was Jiyong playing at? You liked him and then he rejected you. You tried getting over him and more or less succeeded, but then he entered your life again. He told you he loved you, he acted like he cared. He drew you out of your walls, enough to trust him again and expect something from him, when he disappeared and ignored your existence. That song pushed you too far. You were just so confused. You walked down the hall, fully planning on crying until you calmed down and returning to work, when you heard his voice. At first, you thought it was just the song echoing in your head, when you heard it again. His laugh. Pausing, you looked around and realised you were near a practice room, with the door wide open. Against what your mind was telling you to do, you peeped in to see Jiyong doubled over with laughter and the actor blushing and hiding her face.

“Jiyong, stop laughing at me!”

“That is not what I meant when I said dance.”

“Well, I know that now.”

“Here, this is how you do it.”

He turned her to face him and guided her arms to wrap around his neck. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned her head against his chest and began swaying to the music. And that was it. You snapped. It wasn’t even seeing the way she looked at him or the way he touched her, though that didn’t help. It was the song he played while dancing with her. It was the same song that played for the first dance at Sohyun’s wedding. It was the same song the two of you danced to over and over again. You looked down at your phone, looking through the images and finding the picture from that night. It was one of the few good memories you had with him. Subconsciously, you always thought of that song as special to you and Jiyong. Seeing just how special it was to him, you felt betrayed. It wasn’t even noon, but you were done. You needed it to stop. You walked off, deciding to go to Mirae’s house and drink your ass off. Little did you know Jiyong heard your footsteps as you walked off. He wanted to run after you, hold you and erase every memory of him with that other girl, but he couldn’t. He knew he had to maintain the space. You were happier without him.

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Mirae jumped up from the couch when she heard this continuous knocking on her door, almost annoyingly loud.

“Hold on, for fuck’s sake! I’ll be there in a minute.”

She flung open the door, fully prepared to scream at whoever was at the door when her jaw dropped. You were standing there, seriously dishevelled, in your work clothes. Your hair was pulled out of the neat arrangement it had been in in the morning, your make up was smudged from all the crying and you had tear marks running down your face. You had this painfully forced smile on your face and you held two bottles of wine in your hand.

“Mirae! Babe,” You threw your arms around her. “Let’s get drunk.”

“Y/N, what? It’s 11 am.”

“So what? Who cares? It’s just a little wine anyway.”

And before Mirae could stop and ask you what happened, you opened a bottle of wine and chugged.

Mirae gently coaxed the bottle, which was half empty, out of your hand and sat you down.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

You grabbed the bottle back. “Nope.”

Before you could drink again, Mirae snatched it away again.

“No, we’re not doing this. You’re going to get drunk and rant and then forget everything if you continue drinking. Not happening. We’re going to talk this out and deal with our problems, okay? We can take however long you want, and you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but you’re not doing this thing again where you try to forget about them.”

You fell silent.

“You wanna take a shower and change into something comfy? I’ll fix you something to eat in the meantime.”

You slowly nodded and left. When you got back, you were decidedly calmer. Your skin was a little splotchy from having cried so much, but you weren’t near hysterical anymore, which is always a good thing. Mirae just quietly watched you and didn’t say a word until you had eaten. While handing you a glass of water, she sat down beside you and pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened, but it’s okay. I’m here for you. We’re going to get through this.”

You couldn’t help it. You started crying again. She held you and let you cry it all out before finally asking you,

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah.”

You took a deep breath and started ranting about Jiyong. Mirae heard you out throughout and with each passing second, she got more annoyed at her brother.

“Good god, he is an idiot. I don’t know what he’s thinking. You know what he rants about when he’s drunk? About how he would do anything for your happiness. I didn’t realise he meant he wanted to pull this bullshit. He always talks about how he will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, if you’re unhappy. That idiot doesn’t realise that there is no need to wait for fuck’s sake. He even heard you tell him you love him. But no, that’s not enough. Why? “She won’t remember saying it.””

She paused when she noticed you staring at her.

“What?”

“I told him I love him?”

“Yeah, you did. You were drunk, which is probably why you don’t remember.”

But the moment she said that, hazy recollections of the night he sat with you in the park started to come back to you. Fuck. You told him you loved him. You told him you missed him. And as you sat there shocked over your words, you realised just how true they were. Shocked, you whispered to yourself,

“Then why is he doing this?”

Mirae sighed. “He’s an idiot, that’s why. Also, he thinks he’s never seen you smile as happily as you did when you were with Minho.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s only because I wasn’t with him!”

“I know that. You know that. The only problem is he doesn’t.”

You jumped up, determined to go and talk things out with Jiyong, when Mirae held your arm, stopping you.

“Look, I know you want to go talk to him now, but it’s only 2 in the afternoon. He’s still at work, with everyone else there. If someone records your conversation, it would be a huge scandal. You should talk to him after he goes home. Why don’t you nap for a while instead? I know you haven’t been sleeping all that well.”

Reluctantly, you followed her advice. She was right. You couldn’t afford to risk a scandal involving you, Jiyong, Yuna, Jae and Minho.

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It was late when you woke up from your nap. Really late. You rubbed your eyes and reached across to check the time on your phone. 11pm. Wait. What. How on earth did you sleep for nine hours straight?! You doubled checked the alarms you set on your phone. Great. You managed to sleep through all of them. You looked around Mirae’s room and you saw a family photo. Jiyong. That was why you were exhausted in the first place. You couldn’t sleep thinking about him. Well, not anymore.

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Jiyong was lazily watching some old reruns of a tv show, not able to bring himself to watch anything you liked, when he heard someone maniacally banging on his front door. Worried for a minute, his fear eased when he heard your voice.

“Kwon Jiyong, I know you’re in there! And if you don’t fucking open this door, I’ll stay here all night.”

Worried about you, he gently opened the door, prepared more for you coming in and sitting down. He was not prepared for you storming in with crazed eyes, kicking the door shut behind you, grabbing his collar and pushing him against a wall.

“Wh-what��-

“Enough. I’ve had enough of this Jiyong. Why? Why are we putting ourselves through this?! No. Why are you putting me through this?!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve had enough of you ignoring me.”

“Y/N, I had to-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen. I love you Jiyong.”

And you pulled him closer, sliding your arms around his neck before kissing him.

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deermi · 4 years

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Wonderwall | Part 4

Summary: He was a genius. He had absolutely everything. Money, fame, attention of all the celebrities, sports cars that everybody wanted, countless villas, and much more. The life every single person wanted to live. But all he needed was you.

Genre: Angst (I guess)

Warnings: Alcohol use

AU: Fashion CEO

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Word count: 3k~

Author’s note: Ah, I have so wany wips that I don’t know which ones to post. Anyways, “Wonderwall” will most probaby have 6/7 parts and an epilogue. I hope you liked this chapter and thank you for reading it!

We had spent the dinner rather quietly - eating, drinking, exchanging a few sentences from time to time. The waiters had been ogling our pair almost without any shame as we had sat at the table. I don’t know whether it had been because they had known who the man with neon green hair is, or because we had been acting so strangely around each other. Perhaps both reasons were correct. The atmosphere between us hadn’t been awkward nor stiff in the restaurant. It had been filled with some kind of tension, but I couldn’t have quite put my finger on it.

Now we were back in his car, heading to a destination that remained unknown for me. But I didn’t want to ask feeling like it would’ve been just another question of mine he’d ignore. It was so quiet inside the vehicle, the only sounds coming from the streets as we strolled around the city, that I had a feeling like the beating of my heart was as loud as a drum put next to Mr Kwon’s ear.

“You’re not going to ask where we’re going?”

I turned my head around with my brows furrowed at his sudden question. My boss had one of his hands on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the door of the car while his eyes were concentrated on the road ahead of us.

“I didn’t feel like it.” I answered bluntly, trying not show any interest in our destination

He glanced at me with the corner of his eye before focusing back on the traffic. There must’ve been a visible spark of unquenchable curiosity he had noticed because in a few seconds I heard his voice once more.

“We’re going to my place.” Mr Kwon nonchalantly moved his hair out of his eyes with his free hand

I bit on my tongue before blurting out the ‘what for’ that had almost slipped out of my lips. Instead I just nodded at his words and started to stare at the city lights out of the window back again. We strolled down, the dim brightness coming from the street lamps shining through the windows, making everything inside the vehicle appear yellowish. There were almost no people outside, making the night even quieter than I had previously thought it is. No usual honking of the cars, no roaring of engines, no sound coming from the radio.

That scene surrounding me was calming. Or at least should’ve been like that. However, with the knot of anxiety tightening inside my stomach, I wasn’t able to focus on the soothing silence.

It was madness. Pure madness. All the things that had happened since that damned photoshoot. Modeling, asking for my opinion, giving me a lift, and that dinner we just had. And telling me to call him Jiyong was on top of the peak. I had never heard of a boss asking one of his employees to call them by their first name. It was just another level of intimacy I would’ve never even thought of reaching. Moreover, it was completely unprofessional, especially that he insisted I did it at our workplace as well. It was just the first step to cause the rumors both among the workers and the world of celebrities. Although, it seemed to me that Mr Kwon either didn’t care about that, or simply wanted to cause them. What for? More fame? Recognition? I already had that. So maybe for himself? To make himself feel better by having someone close?

And then it hit me. The sudden realisation made me snap out of the transe I had been in for those few minutes of our ride.

I had never seen Mr Kwon with a friend, a colleague, or even talking to anybody who could’ve been one of them on the phone. Not mentioning a partner. All I could think of when I thought of him was hard work and absolute focus on it. He had his goals and always gave his all to reach them. And he actually did everytime - with his genius mind and determination he was almost destined to be successful. But what if behind this cold facade of strong will, was just a lonely soul which desperately needed comfort in the shape of another person’s warmth? What if he finally had enough of always being alone? Of being expected to be the genius who created ‘Peaceminusone’?

The heavy thoughts inside my head were suddenly interrupted by Mr Kwon stopping the car in front of a tall building. He turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle without sparing me a glance. I unbuckled my seatbelt hurriedly, fidgeting with the strap, ready to follow him. When it snapped roughly against the seat I reached out to grab the door handle, but it quickly flew out of my reach once Mr Kwon opened the door. I looked up and noticed that he was staring at me with his eyebrows raised.

Without a word he outstretched his hand for me to take, just like he had done it before in front of the restaurant. Once more I placed my palm on his and let him pull me out of the car.

While he was closing the door behind me, my eyes flew up to the sky. Mr Kwon had parked the car in front of a tall skyscraper. The windows of the building glistened as city lights reflected in them making it look like it was made out of black shiny crystal. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight. I felt so small facing the enormous structure, but the view was so beautiful and so overwhelming at the same time, I couldn’t help it.

It was weird how a simple skyscraper made me feel like that. Actually the stifling part of it was the thought that it was the place, or more probably one of the places, my boss lived in. And he was taking me inside with him - completely crossing the line drawn between the company’s boss and their employee once more.

We entered the building with his hand on the small of my back. The heels I was wearing were loudly tapping on the marble floor, completely breaking the silence inside the lobby. The man standing behind the reception desk bowed without a word at the sight of me and Mr Kwon entering. My boss led me to the elevator, without sparing a glance to the guy, and pressed the button. I felt the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in my back as we patiently waited. With the ring the door in front of us opened revealing the lightened inside of the elevator. Once we were alone within the four walls and the curious stare of the man was cut off, I let out a quiet sigh of relief while Mr Kwon was busy pressing the button at the very top of a long row of them.

Again any of us didn’t say a word letting the silence fill the space between us. I didn’t move, didn’t even dare to look at the mirror next to me, afraid that my reflection would reveal how stressed I actually was. And after what felt like eternity the door opened revealing the place my boss wanted me to see.

The enormous penthouse in front of my eyes almost literally shone with luxury. The glass chandelier above hanged above our heads making the light reflect in the stone floor as we stepped inside the living room, which was probably the size of my whole apartment, or even bigger. Everything inside just screamed ‘expensive’ - the leather sofa, the black television set, the huge window wall through which you could see the city lights shine below your feet. And above all, every single piece of furniture, every square meter of that space, reminded me of Mr Kwon. It was just his place. His place that I was invading despite the fact that he had invited me here. I felt like I just didn’t belong there.

“What wine do you prefer?”

I turned my head around to see my boss taking off his tuxedo jacket in one swift move before walking up to a glass cabinet full of different types of alcohol and opening it.

“Um…” I took a glance at the numerous bottles, not sure what to say, since there was surely a huge variety available “White. Semi sweet.”

Without any answer Mr Kwon just grabbed one of the wines along with two glasses. He walked up to a coffee table in front of the leather sofa and placed everything on the surface. Swiftly he opened the bottle and began to pour the clear liquid into the tumblers.

In the meantime I came closer to the window. The view in front of me was absolutely breathtaking. Seeing the whole city shine beautifully during the night and having it almost literally at my feet was one of the most picturesque sights I had ever seen in my life.

When Mr Kwon finished pouring the wine, he approached me with a glass in each hand and handed out one of them. The smell of sweet alcohol reached me before my fingers wrapped around the fragile crystal. He gently bumped his tumbler into mine, making the sound of clattering echo inside the room.

I took a sip of the drink feeling the slightly bitter flavour on my tongue. The taste was much different from the taste of the wine you could get in any supermarket, making me wonder how much was this alcohol actually worth.

With the glass still against my lips I turned around to look at the night sky again.

“Do you like it?” Mr Kwon asked me

“The view?” I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and saw him giving me a single nod before sipping on the wine “Yes. I actually like it a lot.”

“Do you want it every day?” his another question hanged in the air for a few seconds as I started to process his words “Do you want to be able to see it every day?”

“What do you mean?” I asked with a small voice, afraid of what might come next

“I can buy you an apartment like this one.” he answered nonchalantly like it was something completely normal

I immediately shook my head abruptly trying to get that idea out of his head “Thank you, Jiyong. But I really can’t ac-“

“Or you can stay here with me.”

I almost choked on the wine.

“W-what?”

In response he shrugged with his eyes focused on the view in front of us and said “You’ll do whatever you want. It’s your decision.”

For a few seconds none of us said anything, as his words echoed in my head.

“Just say a word and you’ll get anything you want.” he added

I took a shaky breath trying to ignore my heart beating loudly against my ribcage. I took another sip of the wine hoping the alcohol would give me either more courage, or help me relax.

“Okay.” I whispered quickly with the glass pressed against my lips

We were just looking out of the window, absorbing the night view in front of us with the bitter taste on both of our tongues. I desperately drank up the liquid looking for some kind of relief in it. Mr Kwon, without any warning, took the glass from my hands and walked up to where the bottle was standing to refill it along with his. While he was busy pouring the drink I took a few hesitant steps toward the sofa standing in the middle of the room. My boss’ eyes followed me as I plopped down on the leather seat, feeling the material of the black dress I was wearing fold against the skin of my legs.

If Mr Kwon had had something against my actions, he hadn’t spoken a it out loud, but I was slowly starting to get used to the thought that I was allowed to do almost everything here.

I didn’t know wether it was the alcohol that made me feel slightly dizzy, or the atmosphere between me and Mr Kwon. Yet I felt somehow weightless - the boundaries that had previously stopped me from doing what I wanted around my boss began to disappear.

He sat down next to me, resting his arm on the back of the couch and handed me the wine. His eyes carefully scanned my frame as I took the glass from his hands and drained out the whole liquid from inside.

Did I want to get drunk? Maybe. But I for sure wanted to feel even lighter, even more immune to anything that was happening around me for the past few days. It was all so bizzare and almost completely inimaginable. Still, it was the reality that I had to live in. I wanted to make it easier, less stressful, or I wanted to give myself more courage to bear with it. And I wanted to do it as fast as possible.

“Can I have more?” I asked quietly, looking Mr Kwon in the eyes for the first time in forever

He stared at me with his obsidian dark orbs for a moment before grabbing the bottle and pouring the liquid into my glass until the very last drop. Once more I pressed the tumbler against my lips and let more alcohol run through my veins.

My visit to this place was just the beginning and I was fully aware of that. How could I handle more? What could come next?

I wasn’t afraid of Mr Kwon - yes, he was cold for most of the time, but the realisation that had hit me during our ride was helping me understand his actions at least to some extent. Were I his remedy? Were I the warmth he lacked? Or maybe something different? A person others would describe as a muse, an inspiration?

“What are you thinking about?” Jiyong’s quiet voice pierced through my thoughts, making me look at him as I let my head fall down on the back of the seat behind me

“Nothing important.” I whispered not trusting my voice enough to speak louder

My eyelids felt heavier than before, the alcohol finally rushing to my head. I closed my eyes and started to take slow, deep breaths, the silence in the room calming me down. Mr Kwon slowly took out the empty glass from my hands and I heard him placing it on the table along with his. I felt his burning gaze on my face as everything went quiet once more.

“You’re beautiful.” the subtle touch of his fingers slowly caressing my cheek made me look at him, immediately locking my eyes with his dark ones “So beautiful.”

And before I could even realise, Jiyong’s lips gently touched mine. I had to proceed what was happening because it felt so unreal. The breath caught in my throat at his actions as I looked straight ahead dumbfoundedly, feeling stonecold sober for a few seconds. I couldn’t push him away - I didn’t know wether I even wanted to do that. So I let my eyelids fall down as I kissed him back slowly without any emotions. There was nothing in the kiss - it was empty. No love, no passion, not even lust. No anything. Just lips moving against lips, skin against skin.

His mouth pressed more firmly on mine when he felt me kissing him back. He moved his hand that had previously been caressing the skin of my cheek to my waist. Jiyong tilted his head to deepen the kiss and swiftly swiped his tongue against mine.

My body felt numb, head empty, no thoughts. I let the alcohol in my veins work for me.

His grip on my waist got stronger and he moved me to sit on his lap without disconnecting our lips. The dress rode up my thighs, revealing more skin of my legs, as I straddled him with my palms pressed on his shoulders to steady myself. I let his tongue explore my mouth making the bitterness of wine strengthen on my lips. Jiyong’s kisses were desperate, firm. His skilled mouth worked against mine making me feel dizzy not from the emotions coming from it, but the alcohol taking control over my body.

He pulled mt flush against his chest making me grip the soft material of his white shirt. He pressed another open mouthed kiss to my lips before pulling away, lacking air as much as I did. His forehead was pressed against mine, while his hand rose up from my waist and moved the loose hair away from my face.

“Stay for the night.” Jiyong’s voice was soft yet firm

I could’ve said no. But for some reason I didn’t. Perhaps because of the boost of confidence the wine had given me. Or maybe because some part of me wanted to be what would fix him, make him feel better.

“Okay.”

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llx--xll · 5 years

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G-DRAGON | MADE MVs

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te-azire · 5 years

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#kwon jiyong #g dragon #jioyng #and I need to push myself a lil cause Im super stuck #after or long weeks of hating my job he literally brings me happiness #just look at his face #my stuff #i love clouds and Im gonna do a series of these lil illustrations maybe?#I set myself a goal to start it and finish it in one evening and I did

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blue--lotus · 5 years

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BigBang rap line

(pictures not my own)

#bigbang #g dragon #top #kwon jiyong #choi seunghyun #bigbang rap line #bigbang moodboard #kpop rap line series

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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Daddy!👅💦

#my new series with gd daddy pictures daily #bigbang #seungri #kpop #gdragon #day 1 #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong is a daddy #gdragon is a daddy tho #daddy long legs #king of kpop #kpop king #gd #top bigbang #taeyang #daesung

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ace-angel-judas · 6 years

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Untitled

Pairing: Dae/Jiyong *JiDae Ending*

Series: Rebels Fake Kpop Group AU

Rating: Idk

Synopsis: I was listening to Untitled while I was writing this sooo

SJ belongs to @shownuslaugh

A deep sigh left Dae’s lips as she ran her hands over her face, looking back at the papers pinned to the board in front of her. The multiple of stock trades, reports and plans stared at her. It was late, she had no idea what the time was but that was the job of the CEO.

In just five months, she’d be handed over one of the largest companies in Asia. Jin Enterprises. The world knew that, her group knew that, Korea knew that. The first female CEO ever since Jin Enterprises was founded.

It was stressing her to no end. Her competitors were angry, she wasn’t even full Korean, Dae had no idea why her father and grandfather we’re handing things over to her.

As the phone rang, she sighed again and pressed the speaker button.

“Hello?” Dae asked softly.

“Hello Ma’am,” Her secretary spoke, “I just have to remind you that you have a flight tomorrow night for Siwon and SJ’s wedding,”

Dae smiled, “Thank you, have a nice night okay? Your dismissed, say hello to the children for me,”

As her secretary thanked her, Dae hung up the phone and sat down at her desk.

A wedding.

Everyone around her was getting married. SJ and Siwon finally tying the knot, CL and TK had just been engaged and here she was, staring at plans. It made tears fill her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut.

Her cellphone began to ring now and Dae cleared her throat, answering.

“CEO Jin Dae speaking, How can I help you?” Dae answered, almost like a robot.

“I think you need a break,” The voice stated.

Dae looked towards the door of her office, finding Jiyong standing there with his phone pressed to his ear. She slowly hung up, placing her phone down as he walked across the large office.

“I thought you flew out yesterday,” Dae whispered.

“I was meant to,” Jiyong nodded, “I decided there was someone I needed to check in on first,”

Dae swallowed thickly as she stared at him before almost running from behind her desk, engulfing him in a strong hug. She needed it, Dae just needed to be held. Jiyong was happy to comply, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and tilting his head down so that it rested on her head.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I feel so alone, Jiyong Oppa..,” Dae whispered, her voice cracking.

He hushed her softly, undoing the messy bun that Dae had quickly thrown her hair into to run his fingers through the brown locks. Her hands held tightly onto his shirt, shaking as sobs escaped her body.

“You have me, Jagiya,” Jiyong cooed, “You’ll always have me,”

Dae pulled away, about to wipe her tears away but he beat her to it, his thumbs dragging over her cheeks and wiping away the tears.

“Come on,” Jiyong smiled down at her, “We have a wedding to go to and you need sleep,”

“Jiyong Oppa..,’ Dae sighed, “Are you sure your okay about SJ getting married? I know how you felt about her,”

“Dae,” He rubbed her cheeks softly, “I’m fine, I’ve let go, stop trying to avoid confronting your emotions,”

Dae sighed, he knew her too well.

“I don’t want to be alone,” Dae explained softly, “I have this company, this money and fame but, I see everyone and they have someone, Tae Sin and Astria just moved in together, SJ is getting married, TK and CL are engaged, even my own brother found someone and he’s in the military, I’d trade it all just to have someone,”

“You don’t have to be alone, Daelight,” Jiyong whispered to her, “Stay with me tonight,”

She looked into his warm brown eyes, swallowing thickly. She couldn’t remember the last time it had just been the two of them, no media, no fame, no band members.

Not Jin Dae and G Dragon.

Not Jiyong and Dae.

Just them.

“Okay,”

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King Chap. 12 & 13

Your life changed completely when from a slave, you became a spy for the king. Will you be able to help him in his fight against slavery before it’s too late and the threat hanging over him comes true?

In this society where love comes after fortune, will your mutual affection be able to flourish?

Royal au fic pairing female reader and Kwon JiYong

Feat: YoungBae, TaeHyung, MinHo and SeoJoon (just because I had their face in mind when I pictured their character)

W.C: 6944

Warnings: Nothing special for chap 12, a little angst maybe. Mostly fluffiness all over. Smut in chap. 13. More love making than porn like, if you know what I mean. I’d call those chapters, the calm before the storm. Buckle up ladies and gent! A lot of things coming for those 2.

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional. There is no research to be politically accurate or to fit a certain period of time or place. In one word, it’s all invented.

Thank you for your help my muse editor princess @aspaceformyself. Love you <3 <3 <3.

Thank you to all of you who wrote to tell me that you loved little prince Channie. Oooooh, I feel you guys, I love him too.

Chapter 12

The low humming of the birds woke you up, the morning after. Contrasting with the warmth of the bed, the air had cooled down a bit and this freshness was more than welcome. JiYong was still asleep, you could tell as you heard him breath in deeply, his soft breath warming the nape of your neck. His chest was cozily draped against your back with one of his hands resting on your waist. Never have you ever felt so protected.

Around you, the soft rays of the morning sun lit up the entire room in pale pastel hues. Their faint light stealing away the velvet black shadows cast by the night’s departure. Blowing out a soft breath, you quietly turned around to face JiYong. He was so peaceful that you dared not to disturb him. He was almost childlike like this. Sleeping without a care in the world, compared to the strong and commanding king you see during the day. Perhaps a side you never thought you’d get to see before. So raw, so vulnerable that it was almost endearing.

You smiled gently at him, maybe a little shy as you recalled the night before. You felt amazingly good, you could still feel your heart tingle from the lingering sensation on your lips. You don’t think you could ever have enough of those lips, from this man. The more you get to know him, the more you appreciate him. You can’t think of something in his personality that deceived you so far. He was a caring and loving person with a great sense of justice. He was the perfect father for Channie, the perfect king for his people and in the circumstances, he was doing his best with the queen as well. It was very easy to succumb to his smile, one that he reserved only for you most of the time.

“Good morning, young lady” his voice was drowsy, deep and low.

You were face to face, sharing the same pillow. Your eyes met and it was as if the whole universe were pushing you towards him, towards his dark eyes still half asleep but oh! how wonderful. He was close enough for you to notice the different shades of brown in his iris. With a delicate hand, he removed a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiled tenderly.

“Morning, JiYong. Did you sleep well?” You asked, wanting to know. Last night, you both had a hard time to fall asleep, the heat outside was barely tolerable. Also, the butterflies dancing in your stomach were keeping you wide awake. Every time you were about to fall asleep, if by any chance your eyes met, you could not refrain another round of shy laughters.

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t sleep a lot. I woke up at least 10 times and each time I did, I was dumbfounded to see you were in my arms. I’m the luckiest man in the whole kingdom” he answered, pecking your lips.

“JiYong, don’t say things like that…”

“Why not? I can’t share my thoughts with you, now? That’s new” he let his fingers trace along your jawline and down under your chin. “Normally, I can speak my guts in front of you, you’re actually the only person I can do it with” he said with a genuine smile.

“Because you are giving me too much hope and I don’t know how to deal with it” you stated without thinking. But it was true. You didn’t know how to deal with this new situation. The king himself, sharing his apartment, his bed with you. Sharing kisses and cuddles. Telling you he feels good and that he is thankful to have you in his arms. It was too much for you to handle. He smiled softly, pecking your lips once again. He couldn’t resist rubbing his nose against yours.

“I understand love, because for me too, it’s a new situation and that I have high, really high hopes”

“Ooh!”

You were interrupted by 3 loud knocks on the door. Soon, it opened widely and without waiting for an authorization, 8 servants and 2 courtesans entered the king's room with his breakfast, his clothes for the day and other stuff that you didn’t have time to see because you hid yourself under the duvet. The second before you covered your head, you could see confusion on their faces. None of them knew you were here.

“That will be all, you can leave now” he ordered

“But Cheon Ha, we need to help you with your meal and…”

“I’ll call you back when it’s time for me to dress. For now, stay outside” he commanded.

“As you wish Cheon Ha” They left, mumbling. You could imagine them walking backward with their head held low as they always do.

“This is so cringey” you said the second you heard the door close behind the delegation of servants.

“It’s not… you’ll get used to it. Come on, let’s eat”. he said but when he wanted to get out of bed, you held his hand and dragged him close to you, back in your arms.

“I feel good here, with you. Can we hug in bed all day?” You asked playfully as you caressed his hair and pulled him closer against you. You wanted more cuddles. You needed to sink into the warmth of his body.

“Oooh, this is very tempting, believe me, I would like to. But… I have documents to take care of, remember? Today, I’ll need your help to write the official statement to Japan. Once it is done, I will be able to focus on writing a new law. Let’s end slavery, shall we?”

“This is a very interesting schedule. But, do you think we have like, 1 minute, to kiss again? I miss kissing you already”

“Oh, I declare that we have 5” he said before his lips crushed against yours and his hands grabbed your waist.

You could get used to sweet mornings like that.

The next 2 days went by very fast. On the first day, JiYong has written an official statement for the Japanese emperor and you have attentively translated it. The second day, you mostly played with Channie. The boy was a little upset by the changes in his routine and was craving attention his mom seemed unable to provide, since she was in a lot of pain regarding her lover. Therefore, you let her the space she needed and took care of her and JiYong’s son.

With the prince, you have spent time in the garden, decorating it for real. JiYong allowed you to hang lanterns so you did today. You couldn’t wait to see how it will look tonight, in the dark. Hopefully, he will be in his quarters on time to share dinner with you in the garden. It would be beautiful and intimate to share a meal under the moonlight with the lit lanterns and the cosy ambiance of the garden.

“We did a good job Y/n, I’m sure it will suit father’s tastes. It’s so pretty. I want to see it tonight, don’t put me to bed too early, I want to see it with you, father, uncle and mother” little Channie said when you both hung up the last lantern. At the mention of JiYong’s brother, you froze. Chan didn’t know anything about his uncle’s tradition and you are not the one who will tell him. Squatting in front of him, you reached out your hands to caress his soft hair.

“My beautiful prince, I’m not the one who makes decisions about the time you go to sleep. You should ask your father or your mother”.

You’d be lying to yourself if you’d say the idea pleased you. It’s with your king alone that you wished to enjoy the beautiful ambiance for the first time. But of course, you won’t admit it to the prince.

“Can you show me how to paint horses, again? Please, pretty please? I so want to learn how to make beautiful horses for my father”.

He was bouncing around you, indefatigable. With him, life was full of twists and turns. He must have given his teachers and his nannies a hard time when it was time to sit and do something that required him to stay still, particularly if he didn’t like the activity.

“Paint? Again? But we painted all morning”

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want in exchange of painting with you”.

“Whatever? Whatever? Ok then, deal. But remember, you owe me one”.

“YEAH! You are the best of the best friend on earth”

He ran into your arms and made you lose balance. Both laughing, you ended up on the floor, unable to stop.

“I love you so much little Chan. I wish I could squish your cheeks all day”

“Of course you love me, I’m lovable” he beamed, holding his head up. It’s in the laughter and a light atmosphere that you spent the day painting with this sweet little boy.

It was around 17h00 when JiYong arrived in his study room. He was told you were there with his son, last time his guards updated him. Scared that something could happen to one of you, he asked for regular updates on your activities. But you were nowhere to be found right now and it deceived him. The day had been hectic and he was exhausted. He felt like his head was going to explode and that you were the only person who could help him. In fact, you were the only person with whom he felt anchored in the present moment, forgetting his royal obligations and duties.

He has to be perfectly honest with himself. He also needed to have a talk with you. He wanted to clarify your relationship. He wanted to know what place he holds in your heart. If you were as in love as he was and what you expected from this relationship. He needed reassurance that you were with him to stay. He was anxious. He had so many questions that he had trouble concentrating during the day and his counselors noticed.

“Y/n? JiChan? HyeJin?” He called from the doorframe. When he didn’t get any response, he closed the door and sighted in annoyance.

“Is my royal husband preoccupied?” she surprised him, he didn’t know she was in the room. The face he made to the queen was obvious. He hated to be called like that.

“Royal husband… really HyeJin?”

“I’m sorry majesty, for teasing you like that but I couldn’t help myself. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m looking for Y/n. Where is she?”

According to HyeJin, Channie was with you upstairs in his room, painting , while she was resting and reading in his study room. He headed for the stairs but stopped on his way, lost in his thoughts. He was wondering how he was going to approach you. For him, rewriting laws and having diplomatic exchanges with the leaders of other countries was less challenging than having a conversation about your relationship. Nothing in the world had prepared him to face this interior void, this loneliness he could be confronted to, if he loses you. Since you were in his life, he felt supported. He felt like he was more complete, teaming up with you against the rest of humanity. If he had your support, if you trusted him and gave him your approval, he knew he could do miracles. He never wanted to live alone again. Never again without you.

The queen chuckled at how JiYong seemed stressed to go upstairs. She came by his side.

“Majesty, I know you for so long now. I think that you are the most constant presence in my life ever since I was a little girl. I understand you more than you can even figure. I know what’s on your mind”

“Really? Try me” he said, in a provoking tone. He was annoyed not to see you around and now, she was adding to his annoyance.

“Is my husband scared?”

“Scared? Scared of what?”

She laughed once again, comforted by JiYong's predictable attitude towards her.

“I saw you and Y/n. I noticed how you look at each other. I know you never looked at someone like that before”.

“And?”

“... and you are scared. You love her and it’s scaring you. You spend your life alone, majesty. Always surrounded but alone nevertheless. It was almost impossible to get close to you when we were kids, it became worse as we were growing up. Maybe because of your timid personality, maybe because you are the king. But being alone didn’t prepare you to share your heart completely” she paused, to give him time to assimilate the information.

“See majesty, this is why I want our son to have a normal childhood. I want him to have friends and enjoy life. I want him to learn to be human before he will learn to be a king. Even though you never told me, I know you want the same. I don’t want him to be alone, like you and me are”.

JiYong stayed silent. The queen's comments hit more than he would have admitted, she was right about it all. She continued

“So… If I read correctly, because I don’t know her and she is a secret person just like you, she’s scared too. It doesn’t seem to be something she experienced a lot. I mean, I would be very much surprised if she had a boyfriend before. She is a blooming flower, all delicate but she is craving for the light nonetheless. The light and maybe some flesh too. And you didn’t notice?” she exaggerated a sigh, for a theatrical effect when she noticed JiYong’s doubtfounded expression.

“My wife is pushing me in the arms of another woman. I can’t believe it” he laughed.

“I want you to be happy. I always loved you enough to let you live your life fully and so did you”.

“HyeJin, let’s pretend you are right. How do you know, she wants me?”

She paused and thought for a short moment.

“Maybe she is not very talkative with me, but her eyes say it all. The way she looks at you talks for itself. She is probably very much in love majesty, and so are you. You are perfect together”.

“I, I don’t know what to say to be honest. All I know is that I found in her what I was craving for all my life, without even knowing that I needed it ”

“I know majesty. She is really the one for you. You should talk with her. Tonight, I’ll have dinner alone with our son. Get your girl, majesty”.

She came closer to the king and laid a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner but couldn’t add anything. Their son was running towards them.

“Abeoji! You’re home?” The prince entered the room and made his way into his father’s embrace “Abeoji! Is master Seo back?’ JiChan asked his father, his voice full of concern.

“I’m sorry Channie, but no. He’s still on a mission. As soon as they are back safe, you’ll be the first informed” he told his son while watching you enter the room. He noticed how sad you became at the mention of your friends. He always notices the thinnest change in your mood.

“JiChan, my little man, we won’t share dinner with you and your mom tonight. Y/n and I have to talk. Listen to your mom and don’t escape, it’s very important, it’s for your safety”

“Yes, Abeoji. When will we be able to spend some time together? I miss you”

“I miss you too Channie. Let’s say, tomorrow we’ll share lunch. Just the two of us. How’s that?”

The prince ran into his father’s arms again and held him close. He seemed overjoyed with the idea.

“It’s perfect, just the 2 of us! I can’t wait. I’ll order food myself, ok?”

“Yes son, do it. Listen to your mother and have a good evening”

Channie ran towards you and jumped into your arms. You lifted him from the ground, made a turn with him and kissed his cheeks tenderly before you put him back on the ground and hugged him tightly.

“Goodnight little boy. I love you”

“I love you too, Y/n. Listen to my father, would you? And don’t escape”

You all laughed at his naive comment.

“Yes Channie, I will do” you held him close to your heart a little longer. He was an amazing little boy and you loved him with all your heart. You playfully rubbed his hairs and let him go.

“Goodnight majesty, goodnight Y/n” the queen bowed at her husband and left JiYong and you alone.

Chapter 13

As soon as he heard the door of the study close, JiYong came closer to you, his arms reaching out. You melted into his embrace and held him against your heart. It was so soothing to be held by him, to abandon yourself and let him engulf you. You stayed like that for a while, savoring each other’s presence. His touch made the study room warmer, somehow.

“Listen, love! I need to talk to you. But first, I will ask for some food, you need to gain some weight. If you continue to melt like that, Seo and Tae will kill me for malnutrated you”

“ooh, you noticed”

“It’s hard not to see it, you don’t eat anymore, you’ll disappear. Is a beef spicy soup satisfying your taste?”

“May I ask? I’m hungry haemul pajeon, I want something chewy to bite on!”

“Seafood pancake it is, then, for the demanding little miss” he teased. You loved that, when he was in a playful mode. You loved that a lot. It meant that he was happy.

“Thank you sir, I learned from the best” you said, mimicking an official tone.

He laughed, as he went to the door and gave orders for the diner. Waiting for it to arrive, you both took a bath, one after the other. You changed into a relaxed hanbok and sat down together at the low table to have tea meanwhile.

“JiYong, can we have dinner in your garden? I finally hang those fairy lights and I can’t wait to see how it will look at night”.

“Ooooh! Yes, let’s go right now. It’s too hot to drink tea anyway”

He grabbed your hand and went into his private garden. You had no choice to follow him.

“Amazing! Oh! It’s so pretty. You were right, those lights change the whole ambiance of the backyard. It’s beautiful” he said, hugging you from behind. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and held you by the waist, tightly.

“Look, Chan and I have put decorations on the fountain too”

“Floating candles and little paper boats. I wonder who made what” he joked “It’s beautiful. Thank you my love. You transformed my backyard into some place I want to be”.

You didn’t have time to answer, the meal finally arrived, leaving in its wake an enticing smoke. The king's cooks knew how to cook seafood pancakes and you would certainly thank them if you did not want to remain discreet about your presence here.

“Love, we need to talk,” he said, serious between 2 bites.

“Why am I suddenly scared?”

“It’s nothing to be scared about, I think”

“What is it, sir?”

He noticed how scared you seemed and how you called him ‘sir’. He noticed your trembling fingers. Were you protecting yourself? Were you trying to take your distances from him? At this point, he had to dive in.

“I… I”

He couldn’t take it in his chest any longer. He was so scared that you were not sharing the same feelings as him. So scared that you could leave him. He doesn’t know where this feeling was coming from, why he was feeling like that. You never gave him any clue that you could leave or that you were not feeling good with him. But he needed reassurance. He needed to know you loved him as much as he did.

“I love you Y/n. For the first time in my life, I have someone that I love more than myself. Beside my son, that goes without saying. But Chan apart, you are the first person I truly love and I don’t want to lose you, ever”

“Oooh” you blushed in all shades of red.

“...”

“Go on, I don’t want to interrupt you, go on, majesty” you teased him, smiling shyly.

“Playful, are we?” he asked, half relieved.

You nodded and stood up. Contouring the low table, you came on his side and sat on his laps, your legs hanging on the same side. You encircled his neck with your arms, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. Breathing in his smell like never before. His arms encircled you. One of his hands started to caress your back and the other held you in place close to him, by your waist.

“Not especially playful. I’d say surprised and happy. Relieved also. I… I feel strangely calm and at peace. But, as I said, you can go on” you smiled against his neck.

Still not a hundred percent sure about your feelings, he continued.

“I love that I can trust you. I love your pretty face. I love your smile. I love how you think and how you see life. I love that with you, I can talk about philosophy and the minute after you’ll be nudging my forehead to make me laugh. When I’m by your side, the whole world disappears and I can be just me, completely me. Totally me. I am deeply in love with you to a point it’s scaring me”.

He paused and delicately lifted your chin up to make eye contact with you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, about telling you how much I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Turns out, I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting. My counselors noticed something was wrong with me, they asked me if I was sick” he chuckled.

You laughed, imagining the scene. You were touched. Touched and overjoyed by this declaration. In fact, you feel it too, that need to be with him. It was just a curious bubbly feeling at the beginning and it grew into something stronger and deeper as you spent time with him. As you got to know him.

“I love you too, JiYong” you murmured in a soft voice.

His jaw dropped open. Even though everything in your posture was saying so, to hear you, to have the confirmation you really did love him, shocked him. In a good way.

“For real? You are not playing with me?” he asked, not sure. You laughed.

“Why would I play with your feelings? It would be so mean and you know I’m not. I love you, for real” you caressed his cheek with one hand.

“You know that I am a married man and…” he was agitated. Too many things in his mind at the same time.

“JiYong, I know who you are. I know you have a wife. I know you have a child. I’m not gonna lie, I am not sure I love that situation. But being separate from you would be worse if you give me the choice. Also, if your wife would have been in love with you, I would have never, ever kiss you”.

You dragged your fingers into his locks, tenderly.

“Since I know you, I changed a lot. You didn’t realise, but you taught me to love and take care of myself. You taught me I was important when I was just a shoeless slave. You did it because you believe all human are equals and deserve to be treated equally. You even put your life and royalty on the line to end slavery and give all human a chance to live a decent life. You are the most beautiful person I ever met, inside and out. And your kisses… ”

At that very moment, you would have accepted almost everything to be part of his life. To be the one he shares his thoughts with, the one he trusts and relies on. In fact, ever since you have met, he played that role for you and you for him. You felt it, that connection that was slowly building between you. You felt it growing and blooming and it was the most beautiful relationship you could ever dream of. You don’t want to experience a life without him. And he doesn't want to be alone again. Being away from him would mean being back to a lonely life. Now that you knew what you would be missing, you’d be miserable also.

“You really love me” he stated again, dumbfounded. You traced his concerned eyes with your thumbs before you kissed the tip of his nose.

“I really love you, Kwon JiYong. I would prefer not to live without you by my side, even if it means I have to be in your shadow for the rest of my life. But just to make things clear, I’m the lucky one right now. I can’t believe you, out of everybody in this kingdom, love me too.”

He placed a hand upon your cheek, his thumb grazing the soft contour of your mouth. He trailed a lazy finger down the length of your neck and your skin prickled at the touch. You closed your eyes to savor the sensation. He kept his eyes on your face, overwhelmed that you love him back. That you both share the same need to be with the other. Most importantly, by the fact that you seem comforted by his touch. His lips replaced his fingers on your cheek, brushing your skin lightly and still that light touch sent shivers that made your whole body tremble.

It’s your body reactions that changed the atmosphere, that changed the way he wanted to kiss you. Your body became agitated under a simple caress down your neck and he felt you quiver under his touch. He loved that effect he had on you. Every woman he had sex with were always in total control of the play, always in a seductive mode. His wife apart, which was a different experience, he almost only had sex with courtesans when he felt the need to. It was their job to be in perfect control of themself and to try to seduce him. He actually never cared about touching them, never felt the need to. But you, to see you squirm for a simple caress on your neck, made him desire to see more of your reactions. To touch you more. To please you. To serve you.

Because you were true to him. You were not trying to seduce him or trying to have an effect on him. You just loved being with him, being in his arms and so did he.

"If you want me to stop, tell me" he whispered before he brushed his lips against your jawline.

"One word and I’ll stop" He traced the line of your cheekbone, dotting small kisses along the way.

"Still not too late" His lips were now on your neck. At first, he kissed the soft skin delicately but when you tilted your head to the side to give him more space, he accepted the invitation and pushed it further. He started to nibble on your skin, gently at first, adding more pressure when he heard the soft moan that escaped your lips. Taking his time, he locked eyes with you and in no time, his lips were on yours.

“JiYong” you murmured against his mouth when he broke the kiss to obviously analyse how you were feeling, “I promise you, I will tell you if there is something I don’t want or like. You’ll have to trust me on that. For now, I am feeling more than good so there is no need to stop. I trust you completely. So please, trust me too”.

He was overwhelmed by your words.

“I love you, you have no idea how much I love you” he sounds almost solemn.

“Then, show me, JiYong. I’m all yours” you uttered in one breath.

You will always remember the light you saw in his eyes. That little sparkle that grew in a burning fire in a split second and threatened to consume you both. It was at this precise moment that you measured the extent of his desire for you. Through his eyes.

Slowly tracing the side of your body, his hand trailed its way down to your lap. His warmth radiates through the thin layer of your clothes, your skin warming under the yet, chaste caress. Your breath went shorter in a new and fascinating way. The kissing session you had 2 nights ago, was nothing compared to the tension you felt building up inside your body. Was it the declaration of love? The freedom it gave both of you to explore the other? To take possession of the other’s body as well as the other's heart? Probably. But one in one, tonight, there was undeniably a new tension and it was delightful to feel it grow inside of your guts.

Passing a powerful arm under your thighs, he lifted you up and gently, delicately laid you on the cushions aligned on the ground. Your arms reached out for him, as in invitation. Making sure you were still comfortable by looking in your eyes, he positioned half of his body on top of yours. He inclined his face towards yours and got lost at this beautiful sight of seeing you like that, vulnerable but strong and willing under him. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer to you, captivated by the light in his brown eyes. When your parted lips met his, he knew he would have to fight against his desire if ever you ask him to stop. Because he wanted to taste you, devour you. Each and every single part of you. He became anxious when you slowly pushed him on the side and stood up without a word.

“I’m sorry, I may have gone too fast. I’m so sorry” he said.

But you smiled at him as an answer, a timid but confident smile. You reached out to him and as soon as he grabbed your hands, you walked backwards. When he realised you were guiding him to his room, he understood that you were truly on the same wavelength. None of you broke the comfortable silence that was enveloping you.

You stopped when you felt his mattress behind your heels. Without a word, he turned you around. He freed your hair from the bun you braided earlier, after your bath. Shivering at the anticipation of what’s going to happen, you let him unbraid your hair with his fingers and place them on the side of the same shoulder. Doing so, he had perfect access to the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt his lips on the back of your neck, felt his fingers tracing the length of your spine and finally untying the satin bow of your hanbok on your lower back. Both of you were starting to find that the thin material kept you too far apart. You needed a skin on skin contact. Even if it was going to be the only thing that would happen tonight, you needed to feel his heart beating against yours, unveiled. You turned around to face him again and your parted lips met his in a devouring and passionate kiss.

With trembling fingers, he opened the front of hanbok slowly. Then, running his finger along your breastbone, he broke the kiss to look into your eyes again. You knew what he was gonna say, so you talked first.

“Still comfortable, Ji. Very comfortable”.

“Then why am I so nervous?” he asked with an overwhelmed voice, leaning his forehead against yours. You loved that about him. His vulnerability and his sensitivity. The fact that with you, he would tell how he truly feels.

“Are you sure you want it?” You wondered.

“More than sure, love. I guess, I don’t want to hurt you in any possible way. I overthink...”

‘Ji, you can’t hurt me. You’re too caring for that”

He kissed you again and his hands were on your neck, caressing your jawline with his thumbs. He traced his way down to your shoulders and gently glided the silky fabrics along your arms. When your top finally fell open on the floor, he studied you for a couple of seconds, taking his time to observe the grain of your skin, the way you looked half naked under the moonlight. Perfect for his taste.

“May I touch you?” he asked, with a voice so hoarse with emotion that you barely recognised it.

You took one of his trembling hands and guided it on your breast. As soon as you felt his warmth, you retracted yours and let him do what he wanted to do, what he felt was right to do. He caressed your breasts slowly, from the tip of his fingers, as if he was touching a precious porcelain.

“You’re so beautiful”

Gently, he traced his way down your stomach. He took his time to feel, gage your soft and warm skin. See how you were reacting to the caress. His hand was skillful and delicate and the more skin he explored, the more at ease you felt. You surprised him when you reached out and gently undid the belt of his hanbok. As soon as you had enough space, you opened the sides of the garment. Sliding your delicate hands inside, you laid your palms flat on his chest. His skin was white as if he had never been exposed to the sun. And soft, so soft.

Jiyong let you caress his chest as you wished. You were so concentrated on his perfectly shaped body, on the velvety of his skin, observing every square inch of him, that you didn’t realise he had untied your skirt and it was now resting on the floor. He softly encircled your face and kissed your lips, sucking on your lower lip, nibbling on it.

“JiYong… I love it so much”.

“... good.”

You opened his top completely and slipped it to the ground. In the same stride, you challenge the belt of his pants and gently, very gently, slide it down. You discovered one centimeter at a time, guiding the fabric slowly, taking the time to observe every detail from its thin waist to its ankles. He was perfect.

Both naked, face to face, you smiled at each other as soon as your eyes met. You are the one who closed the distance between you. Tangling your arms around his neck you pressed yourself against him, feeling his strong and warm body against yours. It was delightful. But there was still a tiny detail that you needed to confess to be perfectly at ease with him.

“JiYong… I have never, I mean beside what happened with my master, I have never…”

“Ex-master” he interrupted before he took a small step back and grabbed your hands in his. “Beside, I have to admit, it’s gonna be kind of new for me too. I'm used to being served, on this level too. The women who have passed between my legs have focused on that, my crotch and then it was over. So for me too, it’s almost a first. But I couldn’t hope for a better partner”. He confessed in one voice.

“You mean…” you paused, thinking of what he just said.

“I mean I never really touched a woman, I let them do the job. I’m used to being served, you know, as a king. Also, I never had a real relationship before. So, I never ‘had to’ please the woman I had sex with… it was their job to please me. They did and they left. And as I said, with my wife, well… it was so awkward. But you my love, I want to touch you. I want to please you. I want you to feel good under my touch. I want to be melting under me. I want to smell you, every centimeter of your body”

Those words, they send shivers down your spine, awakening in you primal instincts that you never thought you had.

“Then let’s learn together, shall we?” you murmured. His lips came in the crook of your neck and kissed your sensitive skin there, trailing his way up to your lips. They fitted perfectly, as if they were meant for each other. He grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you whimpered in pleasure.

You tumbled on the bed but it didn’t stop your tongues from dancing together. Your fingers caressed each other's skin as if you were afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic. Wherever his fingers were grazing your skin, you would feel electrified. So electrified that you needed more contact. It did not take time for these soft caresses to turn into a more demanding touch. His languid hands and yours, exploring the other's body as if it was the only chance you were given to do this. At this point, it wasn’t gentleness you wanted, You needed more and you knotted your fists in his hair, pulling him harder against you. He groaned softly, low in his throat.

“JiYong, I want you, I want more"

“At your service, my love”

His lips, teeth and tongue replacing his fingers on your skin as soon as fingers would leave. He kissed your breast, played with your nipples but he didn’t focus there. His fingers traced their way down from your breast to your navel. As soon as he reached your sex, you completely lost control of your body in the most beautiful way. He was playing with your folds, testing different types of caress on you, sometimes tracing slow circles on your bud, sometimes drawing up and down lines. Always making sure you were comfortable and that you enjoyed what he was doing. He took his time to breathe in your intimate smell, to lick you, to taste you avidly. His senses enthralled.

“Oh Lord, JiYong… please… it’s so good”.

His skillful fingers and tongue made you feel enraptured sensations that you never experienced before. He kept a slow rhythm until he could hear you moan and felt your body arch. The calm before the surge of pleasure that exploded before him, a witness amazed by the beauty of this total abandonment. Delighted and pleasantly surprised, he let you regain slight control of your breathing before he positioned himself above you. A part of its weight on you, you felt protected from the world outside. You couldn't not feel more fulfilled than right now.

“JiYong… That was amazing”

“and it’s just the beginning”

You knew he didn’t have his relief yet and you wanted to help him reach it. You switch position with him, finding yourself straddling his pelvis. There was no doubt about his desire for you, you could feel it under your swamp sex. With a skilled hand, you slide him inside of you and slowly start to move your hips in circles. As you leaned against him to take support on his chest, he reached out to caress your breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumbs and fingers while he kept encouraging your movements.

“You make me feel so good, love”

He closed his eyes and bucked his hips against yours, following your movements. It’s with slow and deep thrusts that you started to tease him, increasing the speed when he begged for more.

When you felt he was close to his climax, you moved up a little and tightened yourself for a slow, deliberate slide down. He lost control of himself. Sitting up straight, he grabbed you behind your shoulders.

“You’ll be the end of me” he said before he took control of the play and forcefully pushed himself inside of you, groaning with each thrusts.

He held you against him by the shoulders, increasing the speed. Sweat soaked your temples on this still hot evening but it didn’t stop you from moving together with force pleasure. He was already close to heaven but having you bouncing against him, your breast against his chest, drove him crazy.

When you felt his powerful release soaking you from the inside, you welcomed it with gratitude. His almost shy moans of earlier were nothing in comparison with the groan he made when he reached his orgasm. It was simply the purest sound, the most refine that you had ever heard in your life. You stayed on his thighs, him still in you, for a little while longer. You had no desire to separate for now. Savoring the presence of the other, his smell which was now more pronounced. His heart beating against your own. You were the only woman who had made him lose control and you knew that the love and the bond that you shared you was responsible for the beauty of what just happened. At least, this is what you thought at this very moment. You couldn’t have thought, with his naked body against yours, that this man had lied to you and was about to disappoint you again. Little did you know.

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years

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I Don’t Know(ft. G Dragon and MINO) (6)

Part 6

When Jiyong stumbles into your home drunk, you start to remember things long forgotten.

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Word Count: 2840

WARNINGS: slight smut, drinking.

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6 years ago

It was late. Jiyong had just finished watching a movie and was wrapping up. He was just about to go to bed when he heard loud singing and knocking from the front door. Rushing to get the door before anyone else woke up, he opened it to find you, flushed and swaying, with an idiotic smile on your face.

“Jiyong!”

And you threw yourself at him. He caught you, whisper shouting at you.

“What’re you doing? Why did you drink so much?”

You pouted, eyes becoming sad. His heart clenched.

“It was Mina’s bachelorette.”

“Why’re you here?”

You looked around, confused.

“I don’t know.”

Your eyes widened.

“Do you not want me here?”

Your lips started trembling. Jiyong sighed.

“No, it’s not that. Come with me. Just… don’t make any noise.”

Immediately, your face lit up and you yelled,

“Yay!”

He smiled looking at you, gently shushing you. You were an adorable drunk. You pouted.

“Why do you not want me to talk Jiyong?!”

“Because it’s 2 in the morning and I don’t want you to wake up everyone else?”

“Oh. Good point.”

He held your hand and guided you to the couch.

“Sit here and don’t move, okay?”

You reached out and grabbed his hair.

“Woah! So fluffy! Your hair is surprisingly soft for someone who dyes their hair so much.”

Jiyong froze, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. You ruffled his hair, laughing.

“You’re surprisingly cute Jiyong.”

He turned red.

“J-just wait here, okay?”

Still flushed, Jiyong went up to his room to get make up remover for you. By the time he got back though, you weren’t there anymore. It was relatively easy to find you though. He just had to follow the sound of the crashes.

He found you in the kitchen, crawled up on the counter, trying to reach the chocolate wafers. He sighed and reached over you, getting the wafers and handing them to you.

“What’re you doing?”

“I was hungry.”

“Okay. Turn towards me.”

“No. I want to eat and you’ll steal my wafers.”

Jiyong didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.

“Y/N, I’m not going to steal your wafers. I just want to remove your make up and get you to bed.”

“Sleep is for the weak Jiyong.”

“Says the girl who once slept for three days straight.”

You huffed and widened your eyes.

“Hey! That was after not sleeping for a week!”

“Why didn’t you sleep for a week?”

“…I procrastinated.”

“Exactly.”

Tired of you rambling, Jiyong gently grabbed your waist and turned you towards him, standing between your legs.

“You can continue eating. I just want to remove your make up.”

And as he gently wiped off all your makeup, you stared at him, wondering how he was so beautiful. When he looked up and caught you staring, you blushed and stuffed a wafer into his mouth.

“What was that for?”

“Consider it a gift.”

“Come on, let’s go up.”

You started whining.

“No, Jiyong. I’m tired. I’m just going to curl up here and sleep.”

Jiyong raised his eyebrows.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“On the cold marble counter top?”

“Yes.”

“Where there is barely enough space for you to sit?”

“Yes.”

He sighed. Muttering under his breath, one of his hands gently went under your knees and the other went around your waist as he carried you, enjoying the way your arms went around his neck immediately for support. Your face went red and you buried your face in his neck, leaving you unaware of his adorable smile. He opened the door to his room and gently put you down on his bed. Sounding adorable confused, you asked,

“Why are we in your room?”

“Because if you wake up Mirae, she’ll kill you and you need to change. Here, take this t-shirt and shorts. I’ll be outside. Call me once you’re done changing and I’ll help you to Mirae’s room.”

You felt happy when you wore his clothes. Your drunk mind didn’t comprehend why, but it felt nice. It was comfortable. It was familiar. You looked around at his room and stared at the pictures he had up. You were in some of them. It made you feel nice. At least he cared. Even if you didn’t remember this the next morning, it was nice to know he cared. You were interrupted by a gentle knock and Jiyong came in.

“You should have called me.”

“I was looking around.”

He sighed, ruffling your hair.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

And as he held your hand, you pulled him closer, burying your face in his chest.

“Jiyong, can we just stay here like this for a while?”

His breath hitched, but he sat there next to you in silence, allowing you to rest against him. After a while, he realised your breathing was getting slower and sleepier. He was about to get up and tuck you in when you grabbed his hand. You mumbled something in your sleep.

“Don’t go Jiyong.”

His heart melted when he saw your small hand wrapped around his. He moved you in and lay down next to you, letting you snuggle into him and just enjoyed the moment. He stayed like that for a while, until he was sure you were asleep, and then got up and slept on the couch. Seeing you in his arms in the morning would have been too much. He didn’t want to give himself hope.

4 years ago

There was a family get together at Mirae’s place. You were practically part of the family, so of course, you were there too. You smiled at everyone as you stepped away from the light and the noise, wanting a bit of fresh air. You walked away, enjoying the cold, fresh night air. You walked towards the back, walking through some grass when you heard the grass behind you rustle. Tensing, you turned around, prepared to punch whoever was following you, but only found a very surprised, sheepish Jiyong trying to light up a cigarette. You walked over to him, stifling a laugh at the way he refused to meet your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m here to smoke.”

You looked at him sceptically.

“Weren’t you supposed to be trying to quit?”

He looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s it to you?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you.”

You moved away, not liking the smell of the smoke, and you stumbled. Jiyong’s eyes widened and he grabbed your arm, pulling you into him.

“Be careful! You could’ve gotten hurt. Why’d you move away?”

Your face scrunched up when he breathed out the smoke on your face.

“I don’t like the smell of cigarettes Jiyong. You do what you want, but I’m going to just walk for a bit.”

You gave him a light smile, wrapped your shawl around yourself tighter and walked off. Jiyong watched you walk away with a growing sense of panic. Suddenly, he found himself putting out his cigarette and jogging up to catch up with you. He never smoked a cigarette around you again, because he never wanted you to walk away from him like that again.

***

Minho sat down at the table, with you sitting right next to him, your hand on his thigh. Jiyong’s jaw tensed. You didn’t realise but Minho did, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Jiyong while taking your hand and saying,

“Hi hyung! It’s nice seeing you here.”

Jiyong barely managed to politely smile and nod at Minho before getting up to leave for the bar. It was going to be a long night. Minho felt a little guilty for driving away his hyung, but the overwhelming feeling was still relief, because seeing you with his hyung just reminded him of everything in the past.

Two hours later, Jiyong could barely stand when Hwiyoung, the designated driver for the night, helped him into his car. Hwiyoung had very kindly offered to drop off everyone, but you had declined, knowing that they couldn’t find out about Minho. Jiyong was drunk, and while that was nothing new to him, he was used to taking someone home with him. After meeting you again though, he couldn’t, because every time he was with another woman, all he could see was your face, your smile, your lips, everything about you. He was lost in thought, thinking about you when Hwiyoung stopped the car for Somin to get out. Just wondering out loud, he asked,

“I wonder why Y/N didn’t just come with us. You and Y/N literally live on the same floor.”

Somin laughed.

“I’m sure she had her reasons. But we don’t live on the same floor. I live on the 9th floor and she lives on the tenth floor.”

“Meh, close enough.”

Hwiyoung was about to start the car again when Jiyong suddenly sat up, barely aware of what he was doing when he told Hwiyoung,

“Hwiyoung, thanks for the lift, but I’ll get off here.”

“What? Why? This is so far away from your place.”

To make things less suspicious, Jiyong smirked and said,

“Yeah, I know, but a girl I know just texted me to meet her at the ice cream place down the road, so I’ll just go.”

“Oh, okay then. See you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Hwiyoung.”

You were slowly unwinding after Minho dropped you home, changing into a tank top and shorts and listening to music while going through your emails. You smiled when you saw Somin’s. She really was a lifesaver. You opened up the email and a chill went down your body. It was about the meeting with Jiyong. The one where you thought he was making fun of you. The more you read of it though, the worse it became. Why was he apologising? Why were the colours he picked your favourite colours? Why did he pick tea, peonies and poems? Oh no. Oh good god no. You shook your head. You had to be wrong. He couldn’t possibly like you. After years of making you feel awful, he can’t just change his mind. Just when you were finally happy. You snapped your laptop shut. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You couldn’t afford to. But just as your mind went back to it, you heard the doorbell ring.

You were suspicious about who could be knocking at your door so late, but you knew who it was the moment you heard his drunken singing of ‘If you’. Your blood froze, but you opened to door to see what he needed. Icy, you asked,

“What is it?”

Jiyong didn’t respond and walked straight into your apartment, looking around in wonder.

“Get out of my apartment.”

Jiyong just turned and flashed you a light, trusting grin. You just stared at him in disbelief. He came close to you and cupped your cheeks.

“Wow, you look really pretty.”

And before you could react and pull away, he moved away, covering his face and blushing. You looked at him, drunk out of his mind and sighed.

“Can you stand on your own?”

He jumped.

“Yeah, I’m going to take that as a yes. You’re too drunk to go home on your own, so I’m going to call you a cab, okay? I know we have to be careful about your image but I know this one guy-”

And before you could complete your sentence, he fell on you, pushing both of you onto the couch. His forehead was resting against your collarbone. You blushed as you looked around. It was a very awkward position to be in. You were just about to push him off when he held your hand and very sleepily said,

“Don’t go Y/N. Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

You froze. You never fully remembered what happened when you were drunk, but this brought back memories. Why was it that you had a vague memory of saying that to him and him actually listening? You looked down at him. He was asleep already. Sighing, you pushed him off and got up, shaking your head as you forced yourself to not think about what you just remembered. Or what Somin’s mail told you. You couldn’t afford to. Not when you finally got over him. Not when you were happy with Minho. You went and got a blanket to cover Jiyong with. It was cold without one. You looked down and decided that you didn’t want to be alone at home with Jiyong. Too many memories. And it would have killed Minho if you did. So, you called him.

He sounded quite surprised when he answered.

“Hey Y/N, all okay?”

You smiled when you heard his voice. You could already see the raised eyebrows on his face.

“Hey Minho. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was just changing. What’s up?”

“Do you mind spending the night here, with me?”

You could hear him grab his car keys and wallet.

“I’m on my way. What happened?”

“Jiyong is here.”

Minho had just gotten into the elevator when he heard that. His heart stopped for a second.

“Jiyong turned up here drunk and passed out on my couch. I don’t want to be here alone with him, which is why I called you.”

You paused.

“Minho, sweetheart, listen to me. It’s going to be okay. Nothing happened. He just passed out here. I like you. I’m with you for you.”

You could hear Minho shakily take a breath.

“Yeah, I know Y/N. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Don’t worry.”

When you opened the door fifteen minutes later, you were expecting to find a worried, sad Minho. You were not expecting to be pushed against a wall and kissed hungrily. Before you could get used to it and kiss him back, Minho wrapped your legs around his waist and his mouth had already moved on from your lips to your neck, hell bent on leaving marks. Minho couldn’t help it. His fear got the better of him. He had to feel you. He had to feel you to know that everything was real. That you were his girlfriend. That he wasn’t just lying to himself. His hands desperately went to your tank top and bra and ripped them off. You gasped. You knew something was off. This felt different. Minho had never been this aggressive with you. But the moment his tongue met your nipple, all thought left your mind and you moaned, letting him carry you to the bedroom.

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Jiyong woke up early the next morning, wincing at the sunlight that was hitting his face. Yawning, he slowly stretched and looked around. Where was he? Did he go home with a woman last night? He furrowed his brows. No, that’s not right. He was with Y/N and her team last night. Oh shit Y/N. that’s when everything started to come back. And then suddenly, in the span of seconds, he went from confused to happy because if he was in an unfamiliar place, that meant you had let him stay. He looked down at the blanket covering him with a newfound appreciation. You had put that blanket on him. You still cared enough about him to do that for him. He grinned and jumped up, wincing from the ache in his head. He had to do something as a thank you. As he went to get water, he suddenly found a packet of pancake mix. His smile got wider. That was one of the few things he could cook and luckily, pancakes for breakfast were your favourite.

A good twenty minutes later, you stirred, the sounds from the kitchen disturbing you. Wait. Sounds from the kitchen? If you weren’t cooking, who was? Turning around, you saw Minho with his arms wrapped around you. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and slid out of his arms, throwing on his shirt from last night before walking out into the kitchen. You were taken aback when you saw Jiyong flipping pancakes and adding them to a stack next to him.

“Jiyong, what is this?”

Jiyong grinned. You called him Jiyong again. He was in the middle of flipping a pancake, so without turning around to face you, he said,

“Good morning Y/N! Thanks for letting me crash here last night when I was drunk. As a thank you, I made pancakes.”

He had just flipped the last pancake and turned around with a huge smile on his face only for it to fade. And fast. It first faded because he saw all the new marks on your neck from last night because of how loose Mino’s shirt was on you. It faded more because a shirtless Mino had walked out of your bedroom, wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He looked up at Jiyong, surprised at first, then nervous and finally, with a challenging raise of his eyebrows, he said,

“Good morning hyung.”

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deermi · 5 years

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Wonderwall | Part 3

Genre: Most probably angst

Warnings: Some cursing

AU: Fashion CEO

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Word count: 3k~

Author’s note: Whew whew things are getting intense here.

I woke up, after an almost sleepless night, with a terrible headache. Letting out a quiet groan, I put my hand to my forehead. The sun was shining through the window in my bedroom, making me frown and close the eyes. Normally, I would’ve been rather happy that the weather was nice, but it was one of those days when all I wanted was to bury myself in the covers and never get up. However, no matter how badly I craved this, I still had to go to work.

The past two days were probably the most stressful period in my life, and I knew it wasn’t over. Actually, it was just the beginning. I used to loved my work, but now I didn’t know how to feel about it. It was still the same place, the same people, and pretty much the same boss. It was just his attitude that was different.

I didn’t know what he had seen in me that day. The clothes that I had worn hadn’t made me look different from my usual self. It wasn’t the makeup nor the hairstyle. Perhaps it indeed was the thing that lady from the modeling agency had been talking about. ‘Fashion designer and his fucked up world’ or something like that.

I forced myself to get up. The first thing that I saw was my reflection in the mirror, standing against the wall. My eyes scanned my body looking for something at least a little interesting. I couldn’t picture myself as a model, as some kind of muse, that Mr Kwon wanted me to be. It wasn’t me. It was his image of me. But I needed the job, and I had to accept the way everything looked like. With some luck, he soon will find something more mesmerizing than just me.

And that thought encouraged me to finally get ready to face him.

I was sitting behind my desk, scrolling down the document shown on the screen right in front of me. The data about ‘Peaceminusone’s planned collection was the only thing I was paying attention to. My task was to analyze it, correct any mistakes and send it to marketing department.

Suddenly, I heard a quiet knock on the door to my small office room. I furrowed my eyebrows. I wasn’t really expecting anybody to come to me; usually people went straight to Mr Kwon.

“Come in.” I said loud enough for the person behind the door to hear

A few seconds later a short girl, that I had seen a few times on the corridors of the company’s building, stood in front of me. In her hands she was holding a medium sized box, which reminded me of a present.

“Mr Kwon told me to bring this to you.” she said, taking a few steps towards my desk and handing me the box

Without getting up from my chair I took it in my hands. I wanted to shake it, just to check what might be inside. But I knew it would’ve looked extremely unprofessional.

“Well, thank you.” I mumbled, still scanning the gift with my eyes

Luckily, the girl just bowed slightly and headed to the door. At least I didn’t have to ask her to leave the room.

As soon as I was left alone in the small office of mine, I grabbed the box with my hands and opened it. I wasn’t expecting to find anything particular inside since I didn’t know who wanted me to receive it.

But the inside surely surprised me. I reached out my hand to take out a beautiful, off shoulders dress with long sleeves. The black material it was made of was thin and silky. My fingers traced it slightly, making a few folds. There were no cequines, no ornaments, no small crystals. But it still was absolutely gorgeous.

It was paired with a pair of high heels in the same color. The only thing that made them different from the dress was a golden stripe on the toe.

The set was simple yet perfect, but I just couldn’t imagine myself wearing it. My usual outfits were formal, but not that formal. And surely not that stunning.

When I looked at the bottom of the box, I realized that there was something left inside. The note was tiny, and I bet that if I hadn’t checked the gift once more, I wouldn’t have noticed it.

I unfolded the piece of paper and began to read.

‘Be ready at 6PM. I’ll pick you up.’

I didn’t even have to think who was the author.

The reflection in the mirror was showing the other me - the one I had rarely seen. I didn’t know how, but the size of the dress and the shoes was perfect. Having this outfit on felt weird. I had never worn something that fancy, and so beautiful at the same time. I didn’t even want to know what was the price of these pieces of clothing.

I brushed my hair so it was smooth, and put a little bit more makeup than I usually did. Though the changes in my looks weren’t that big, I didn’t feel like myself. Perhaps it was because of the dress, perhaps it was because of the red lipstick, or perhaps it was because of everything combined with each other.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It showed that it was almost 6PM. I quickly put a furry beige coat I found in my closet on. Not wanting to be late, I grabbed a small golden purse that I had packed before and headed to leave my apartment. Mr Kwon was pretty impatient and pissing him of was the last thing I wanted to do.

When I stepped outside I felt the cold wind blow against my skin. No matter how unusually beautiful I looked that night, my outfit wasn’t really appropriate for the weather. However, Mr Kwon standing with his back against his car distracted me from the cold.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a tie in the same color around his neck. The look was simple, yet his neon hair was making him surely stand out, somehow ephasizing his handsome features.

It hit me that I started to think of him like that. I had known before that Mr Kwon was one of the best-looking man I had ever seen in my life, but he was just out of my reach. He was my boss, and that was the line I had never imagined crossing.

His eyes were glued to my frame as I walked down the stairs. My high heels made satisfying tapping sound with each step, but I was almost sure that the beating of my heart was louder. Mr Kwon’s dark pupils scanned my body when I stopped right in front of him.

“You look good in this dress.” he said after what like eternity, and before I could thank him for the compliment he continued “Get in.”

I wasn’t sure he saw me nod because he immediately opened the door for me and walked around the car to swiftly hop on the driver’s seat. Without a word I sat down and closed the door. Mr Kwon started the engine and we slowly started to move down the street.

“Why are you staring at me?” his voice made me realize that I indeed was gazing at him since the car had started

”Uhm…” I suddenly turned my head around, trying to pay attention to the city lights I saw through the front window “It’s just that I was wondering where we’re going.”

He glanced at me with the corner of his eye, the gaze sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m taking you a restaurant for dinner.” Mr Kwon was once again on the road in front of us

I took a deep breath and sunk in the seat, forgetting about my silky hair that I ruined by doing this. The laugh I let out to somehow make myself believe in what was happening, came out breathlessly.

“Is it a date than?” my attempt to change the atmosphere between the two of us didn’t really work out

“Call it however you want.” Mr Kwon pulled up and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt

My boss was absolutely unbothered with me being tense about this situation. He got out of the car and walked around it. Before I managed to snap out of my thoughts, Mr Kwon opened the door on my side. He reached out his hand, offering help to get out of the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked up. For a moment our eyes met. I had never noticed before how deep and dark they were. They were beautiful yet so mysterious that it made me want to stare into them a little longer.

I blinked a few times to distract myself and took a deep breath. Slowly, I put my palm on his and let him gently drag me out of the car.

It was weird. I was holding my boss’ hand and it didn’t matter that we weren’t at work. I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I was doing something inappropriate and unprofessional. However, I also felt some kind of a spark in the spot where our hands touched. And Mr Kwon surely noticed it as well.

I thought that he would just let go of my hand, but he didn’t do that. Instead he kept holding it and intertwined my fingers with his, making me blush. It wasn’t like Mr Kwon to be that touchy. At work he was always so distant and reserved.

He closed the door behind me and guided me to the restaurant.

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kisseumeoppathings-blog · 7 years

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Kwon Ji Yong, Boss Pt 14

It’s here my lovelies, please, please enjoy! I almost didn’t get it done, my computer tried to crash. Thankfully it was prevented. Ehehe... Anyways! I apologize for any mistakes and I truly hope you enjoy! (I will try and make part 15 longer!) Xoxo~

It was finally time to go home. Ji Yong and Y/S had come, both equally excited that you would finally be back in the large empty house. You sat up, smiling as the happy duo basically skipped into the hospital room, the doctor close behind. “Ahh, Ms. Y/F/N. You are one lucky girl.” He chuckled, tousling your sons hair before standing beside you and Ji Yong. “Now there are some things that I need to cover before I let you go. Obviously, no sudden movements, no running around or rough housing. The basic things that could open up your stitches.” Suddenly Ji Yong’s eyes opened wide. “Wait… Does that mean no…?”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you heard the doctor snort slightly, a chuckle quickly following. “Sex?” The sudden response of the doctor stunned you. “Yah! That’s what you’re worried about?!” Slapping Ji Yong’s arm, he leaned towards you giggling as he kissed your cheek. “I’ve missed you.” You whined. “I will say that anything… vigorous is a big no. However, sweet and simple loving, anything that doesn’t require much movement for her is fine. I do ask that you’re careful; it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s stitches have opened during a well… Anyways, you are officially discharged, all you have to do now is take care and in 2 weeks we will remove the stitches.” He bowed, and left leaving a grinning Ji Yong and a bouncing Y/S with you. “Lets goo!”

Ji Yong helped you off the bed and assisted in putting on clothing, finally getting rid of that horrible hospital gown. As you left, hand in hand, your son on his shoulders, you sighed contentedly. The car ride home was full of laughter, and teasing as Ji Yong and Y/S made jokes about each other. You were finally going back home, with your loved ones. Everything was going to be okay. It was now January, the weather still cold but you felt warm. You were happy.

Upon returning home, you were greeted by all the guys, a round of hugs and laughter enveloping you once again. Happy tears started to fall once you were alone in your room. That feeling that people love you that much, that they really truly care for you, it was amazing. A soft knock at your door brought your teary gaze to Ji Yong’s smiling face. “Jagiya, what’s wrong?” He asked coming and sitting across from you on the bed. You giggle grabbing his face and kissing him. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Curiously gazing at your face, he grinned seeing you laughing. “Mm I’ve missed that.” Ji Yong sighed, “Your laughter, that smile that could bring a city to its knees, the way that you smell. All of it.” A sudden quiet settled over the both of you, as you sat looking at each other, realizing just how much you loved each other.

“Y/N.” He was suddenly breathless.

You searched his face as an unexplainable look crossed it. “I love you so much it hurts. I hate when I can’t hear you, and even worse when I can’t see you. I hate the idea of someday losing you and seeing you in another mans arms. I melt at the thought of a little baby girl that looks just like you. I want a family with you, and I really don’t want to wait another year. I fell for you that first day at work, when you tripped and almost fell, but caught yourself and giggled, shrugging it off as you kept walking. I want you, who makes me feel like I can’t breathe when you look at me with that smile, and the one that has me looking forward to coming home every day. I want you.”

Your heart was racing for some reason, and you were blushing. Ji Yong reached up and wiped a tear that you hadn’t even known was falling. “I love you so much!” You gasp flopping onto him as you tumbled over. He gasped, “Yah! Your side!” He looked at it, before you brought his attention back to you. “It’s fine you doofus.” Kissing him gently at first, he suddenly became dominant, putting his hands on the back of your head and jawline, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Lying next to Ji Yong, his scent on the bed and pillows, even the clothing you wore, the sense of comfort you felt was so satisfying. Looking back on how the last several years had been, and how drastically it had changed was terrifying and wonderful. Beside you, Ji Yong groaned moving closer wrapping his arms tighter around you. He had fallen asleep talking, and had asked you to play with his hair as he laid with his body between your legs, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your chest. You knew that he was probably sleeping better than he had in the last week that you were hospitalized.

Knowing that someone actually worried, and thought about you brought even more tears to your face. “Damn.” You muttered to yourself, wiping them away before continuing to run your fingers through his hair. “Oppa. Thank you for loving me. For taking care of me, and promising to always protect me. I will protect you too. And I want to have a family with you, and live happily with you always. I want to have stupid fights and I want to hug you tightly after them. I don’t want anyone else, and I know Y/S would agree. I love you so much it hurts.” His head moved, and he made eye contact with you.

Gazing into his sleepy eyes, you blushed even redder than before. “You know, that was the best thing anyone has ever said to me.” He smiled sweetly, kissing your stomach. “Someday I will kiss this belly, that’ll be swollen with my baby.” A shy grin crossed your lips, as you thought about carrying his child.

“I’d like that.”

“Me too. I love you Y/N”

“I love you too oppa.”

“I love you more!”

“Sleep! You’ll be grumpy tomorrow.”

“Okaaaay….”

His slight snores slowly began to fill the quiet as you began to drift off to sleep as well.

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flowerwrites06 · 2 years

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lion and the fox I — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses.

Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU

Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity.

Authors Note: I really liked jungkook and my OC belle in this fic and I didn’t have the heart to change them into original characters so here you go, it has been placed back in Tumblr! hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.

“You can’t say things like that about him.” Hansuke’s gravelly tone rung into the room, cigar smoke flowing from his thin lips before he tapped it on the black glass ashtray.

Hoseok pressed his lips together, hugging the edited article to his chest as if it was a precious possession. The key to him making some kind of a name in this hell-hole of a city. It had been a bloody miracle just to be able to have his articles looked at by Tanaka Hansuke himself. Media Mogul of Gyeongseong. “Why not? You said using Jeon’s name might be able to help in gaining more reads.”

Hansuke sighed as he placed the cigar down; tie slightly loosened when the sun dipped into orange beneath the buildings to welcome the afternoon slump. “I mean using Jeon’s name in a positive light. We can’t piss off the most powerful man in Gyeongseong…especially when we don’t have physical proof unlike Kwon.” He gestured to the article.

Kwon Jiyong took a lot of death threats and corporate drunk pricks breathing on Belle until they both finally found enough physical evidence to lead the police into the prostitution ring. Of course they already knew where it was but the legal system needed a lot more convincing before they convicted a big contributor to their economy. Money surpassed justice.

“But we know he has a hand in it.” Hoseok kept his voice lower this time, leather shoes tapping against the darkened wood as he stepped closer to the table. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we got rid of bad men all at once?”

“It would be easier…but you and I also know life never works like that.” Hansuke leaned forward on his elbows, grey hair strands falling out of place from his morning slick back while the lines on his tanned face became more prominent.

Hoseok sighed. He moved one of her hands to fix his black trousers from cutting into his skin a little before hugging his article again. The words in them growing heavier in his embrace as the seconds passed by.

Hansuke examined the younger man for a moment before sighing in slight defeat. “Look…you’re a damn good journalist, Jung.” He gestured towards him. “None of these dumbasses want to admit it but you are and this bust on the Golden Serpent could make you one of the most popular journalists to date. So don’t ruin it while you have it…alright?”

Despite the slight empty feeling in his chest, he nodded. It wasn’t a surprise to him why Hansuke was terrified to writing anything negative about Jeon Jungkook. Only one or two employees knew of his past dealings with Yeou Pa; the criminal syndicate rooted within the city running seventy percent of the establishments from restaurants to brothels. While the older male had proclaimed to have no connection to the gang, there was still the air of reluctance.

A reluctance Hoseok could only detect as fear and knowledge of what Yeou Pa would do if one negative article spewed on their papers.

“Just that paragraph then, sir?” Hoseok maintained his professional tone, attempting a smile to stretch across his lips even though something kept tugging in his belly.

“Yes just that one.” Hansuke nodded. “Good work.”

Hoseok bowed politely before he turned on his heel out of the office. He could notice from the corner Belle pretending that she wasn’t worriedly looking through the glass window. His partner quickly pushed her glasses back on and tried to focus on a piece of paper.

Their desks faced to one another just six months after he received the job acceptance. It took him a while to get used to having her stories written under his name even though he knew she deserved all the credit. This Golden Serpent story being one of them. No one in the city would let her if they found out. Belle reassured him time and time again that this was the only way her voice was going to be heard. And they became close friends ever since.

“Are you sure you don’t want to know what happened?” Hoseok tilted his head, placing the papers on his desk.

“It’s none of my business.” Belle peered at the paper in such deep concentration before attempting a hum under her breath as she put it down. “But if you must vent to me.”

He chuckled through her nose, sitting down at his typewriter with a deep sigh. “He wants me to cut out the part mentioning Jeon.”

“But—” Belle cleared his throat, side-glancing around the hustling and bustling office until she leaned in, speaking in a softer voice. “But we saw Yeou Pa men there. The fox tattoos on their necks and heads, it was clear.”

“I know…” Hoseok opened up the files. Black lines catching her eyes, concealing the truth from the public to save one company’s reputation.

Her ruby tinted lips pressed together in disappointment as she lightly tapped her unpainted nails on the dark wood surface of the table. “What if we bust him ourselves?”

“We’re not detectives, B.”

“Detectives would be too scared to expose Jeon.”

“Yes but they also have weapons and skills that we don’t have. We don’t bust people.”

Belle took a small breath to speak before sighing back into thought.

Hoseok didn’t think he’d ever seen the woman back down from an argument before. It was always what to say next or what other solution to make. She never hid that side of her either which is why he didn’t know why no one found out most of his articles were written by her.

“There is a port...” She began to speak with care, pushing away her shoulder length hair strands over her white blouse sleeve. “A few witnesses managed to tell me that they saw groups of people being taken out of the ports. They all looked dirty and dreary like prisoners.”

“They probably were prisoners.” Hoseok shrugged.

Rebels were being shipped around like cargo for as long as he could remember. Some of them could’ve potentially being thrown in the prostitution rings without anyone tracing missing persons.

“Yes but this was done in Donghae Port and one of the witnesses saw a woman with a fox tattoo on her cheek.” A small smile twitched at her lips.

Belle knew more about conversing and finding connections than Hoseok ever did. He was a book and archive researcher more than anything while his assistant prowled for all the necessary prey needed for a good headline. At least he wanted the headline and she wanted the truth. A strange balance of a friendship in journalism.

“You said yourself you want all the bad men gone at once.” She gestured to the black lines across her own words. True words exposing a man taking advantage of his power to be depleted from the public eye. “There was no way else to do it.”

Hoseok sighed in defeat, resting back against the chair. “If we die, you’re paying for both our funerals.”

She smiled. “Sure.”

Donghae Port definitely looked like the dark place your mother would never let you walk around at night. Yet today Belle and Hoseok were walking right into it. The non-flash camera might not grab the clearest pictures ever in the poorly lit night but it could still more proof than ever on Jeons connection to the prostitution rings.

Anyone who had a knowledge of the underworld knew this port was owned and run by Yeou Pa. No one else was allowed to touch this territory for shipping unless they paid a hefty amount or wanted some kind of a death wish.

Crates stacked up as high as they could see with a few measly white lights illuminating random patches of the dampened ground. They stood shoulder to shoulder behind one of the stacks as a ship was being anchored near the port. Creaky, old mess of a boat to be more exact. One bad storm and the whole thing would sink helplessly.

The perfect thing to carry unimportant cargo. Belle tried to push down her stomach lurching at the thought. Cool breeze flowed through even her black clothing causing her to hug her coat closely to her body, steam wafting from her light peach tinted lips.

Hoseoks breathing grew heavier by the second as he peaked at the edge of the crate. “This feels like a very bad idea.”

“What, this mission or the innocent people being shipped in a crappy boat for sex?”

The older male looked back to meet her angry gaze. He knew the anger wasn’t directed at him but whoever thought this business was anything but absolutely disgusting. “A bit of both. We don’t have guns.”

“Niether do they.” Belle spoke plainly. “If they shot us, the police would know they took a gun for non-hunting purposes and it’d be tracked back to them.”

“You scare me sometimes, you know that?” The corner of his plump lips curled up slightly.

“It’s useful to be scary.” She smiled.

Hoseok craned his neck back to focus on the boat. “They’re getting out now.” He whispered, moving their positions so Belle could stand closer with her camera in hand.

Belle didn’t hesitate to take pictures, ignoring the clench in her chest when she saw children following along with the adults with their head lowered. She wondered how many of them were simply playing in grounds before their lives completely changed. All because a few people wanted too much power and money.

She focused her concentration on the soft clicking of the camera capturing the victims along with the men in suits escorting them to cars. She captured the license plates and the faces. As many faces as possible so they all could get punished for their crimes.

It was always this moment Belle felt the least scared. When the truth started playing right in front of her in plain sight, she kept her breathing calm and her fear subdued. Ensuring every single detail collected in her mind so she could never forget it. No matter how much it hurt.

There were three large vans that the victims were being placed in. Some of them pushed while others had to be carried on board because they were too small to climb on their own.

“Belle…” Hoseok whispered.

“Almost done.” Belle muttered, taking a few more shots of the license plates. As she was taking another shot, something blocked her view causing her to wince in annoyance. Pulling away from the camera her eyes widened seeing a man in a suit staring down at her.

“I think that’s enough pictures, sweetheart.” His deep, gravelly voice rippled through the tension thick air.

Belle looked over her shoulder, heart jumping to see a knife blade pressed against Hoseok’s tan neck. She gulped down before facing the other guard again. “Let him go.”

“You don’t make the orders around here, gorgeous.” Chapped lips stretched into a disgusting smirk as he grabbed onto her arm, closing their distance so Belle could be overwhelmed by the scent of tobacco and sweat. “I’m sure the boss’d like to see this piece.” Grey tinged eyes trailed down up and down her body while Hoseok grunted in anger.

Yanking out of the man’s grip, she fixed him with a fiery glare. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Both guards let out a croaky laughter as Hoseok tried to pull away from the knife but the blade only dug more into this skin. Without warning, the man lifted Belle over his shoulder and led her over to the cars with Hoseok hopelessly following along.

The pungent scent of tobacco choked her throat until she heard a car door open and her whole body thrown onto a harsh surface. Hoseok groaned next to her before the doors slammed shut.

Belle noticed one of the guards binding Hoseoks mouth as he let out a few muffled protests before his whole head was covered with a black bag.

Someone muttered from the driver’s seat. “Are they new tributes?”

“They’re journalists.” The grey eyed man dropped the camera on the floor of the van and slammed his leather clad foot on it causing it to crash. He smirked down at Belle as he grabbed a cloth and kissed it before binding her mouth with it, her protesting groan mixed with his laughter. “Going straight to the boss.”

She felt rough vibrations underneath her body indicating that the car began moving as her wrists were being tied until there was minimal blood flow. Worry began settling in slowly but she forced herself to stay calm. Then her whole vision went black.

Takahashi Estate shimmered in golden lights in the autumn night, painted lips stretching in convenient laughter while bodies glimmered in diamonds expensive enough to pay for a thousand meals. Jungkook stood in the banquet hall. A small, modern setting of red wood and cherry blossom paintings, glowing against the lanterns. Onyx eyes scanned around the room at the murmuring conversations, stopping on Don Takahashi himself.

Stumpy, old thing flushing like a tomato every time he reached the peak of his sake intake with his molasse black hair slicked back. A bloody miracle that his daughter never received an ounce of his looks.

Leaning back against the buffet table, Jungkook took a puff of his cigar, cheeks sucked in as his silver ear piercing shimmered in under the lantern glow. It was a bore of a party but done to keep a strengthened bond between allied gangs. As if getting married to Takahashi’s daughter wasn’t strong enough.

Technically their marital relationship was about as strong as a broken thread but combining their gangs was status gold.

Speaking of a joke posing as a marriage, Jungkooks eyes stopped on his beloved wife. Walking towards him after charming at least half of the patrons in the part. She was always good at that. Short, curly chestnut hair perfectly styled. Lime green eyes shining in calculated glee while her red lips wrapped around her golden cigarette holder. All of it tied together with a camel fur shawl over her shoulders and pearls glimmering around her neck.

“Pretending like an outlier as usual, sweetheart.” Gaia drawled, leaning against the edge of the table.

“I am an outlier technically.” The corner of his lips curled up.

“Well you don’t have to act like it.” She reached out and fixed his red tie tucked underneath a grey vest. “My father’s very pleased you decided to come tonight.”

Jungkook scoffed, looking over at Takahashi again who was chortling at something as obnoxiously as possible. “So long as old daddy’s pleased…” He accepted a glass of whiskey when the waiter rushed in to offer them.

Gaia waved her white silk gloved hand as a refusal. She preferred to get drunk at home anyway. Easier to throw and thrash things that didn’t belong to her but her beloved husband. “Pleasing my old daddy is the only reason no one’s taking your precious gang away from you.” She muttered in a lower voice, voice a little croaky from the lack of drink. “Try not to insult him too much, dear.”

“I’ll try to keep it a normal amount.” Jungkook attempted not to seethe in an completely obvious manner.

“Watanabe Kaito…” Gaia gestured to a man in the corner, vacantly listening to another patron speak. “Dull little creature but he’s thinking of investing in a few clubs to raise his personal profits.” Their shoulders brushed against each other in an attempt to keep their discussion somewhat private. Though they were always being watched so long as they were in the manor territory. “Namjoon talked about expanding our club numbers.”

“Our club numbers?” Jungkook raised a brow before taking another puff.

“Isn’t it one of the many…many…” She rolled her eyes. “—marriage vows to share things with one another?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle out a waft of smoke. “Do try to say it without ruining those pretty eyes, darling.”

“Don’t worry your little mind about my eyes.” Gaia scrunched her nose lightly before leaning in closer. “I could convince Kaito to look in our direction…so long as you give the order, boss.”

He tried not to be too bothered by the mocking tone she spoke that word. It reminded Jungkook just how fragile his power was. Like a vine grabbing onto the right names just to ensure that he and his syndicate could survive in this world.

“Make sure not to screw it up.” Jungkook mused.

“I never do.”

She was right. He’d never admit it though. Where’s the fun in that?

Another figure approached the pair, one of the young tributes to Yeou Pa, wearing a simple suit and messy hair. “Master Jeon.” He muttered, still heavily breathing.

“Thank god.” Jungkook whispered making Gaia chuckle before she made her way back to work. He turned to the young man. “What is it?”

“Call for you.” He bowed.

Nodding, the tribute led him through the courtyards of the Takahashi Manor to one of the living rooms. Brighter golden lights with bamboo furniture and old style painting of naked women surrounded by animals. Especially snakes. Hebi Pa and their goddamn snakes.

In the right wall area was the rotary phone, where in full display was a painting of a woman kissing the severed head of a man while draped in black pythons. Definitely Gaia’s choice. Jungkook picked up the phone and placed it on his ear. Somehow he was unable to tear his eyes away from the artwork. As if it was luring him to examine the details.

“Master Jeon?” A gruff male voice spoke.

“Yes.”

“There’s been a slight intrusion in Donghae Port when we were shipping tributes.”

“What kind of intrusion?”

“Journalists. A male and a female. The woman keeps demanding to see you, sir. Should I just get rid of them?”

Brows furrowed, Jungkook shifted from one foot to another. “Is there any particular reason why she’s asking for me?”

“Something about prostitutes, sir. I-I’m not sure what she’s talking about.”

“Does she have evidence?”

“One of the guards broke the camera.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was passing through the living room. “Why would they think Donghae Port had prostitutes being shipped?” He asked the question more to himself rather than the guard. “Take them to the main estate and keep them on heavy guard. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” If this hell of a party ever ends.

God, she hated the smell of tobacco. It always lingered in her house for years growing up to the point where it became the biggest reason she moved to live in her own place next to Hoseok. They always liked staying close. No one really thought like they did so it was hard making any true friends in this city. As per usual, Hoseok and Belle were joined by rope in two chairs with their back facing one another.

The room they were placed in had ugly dark green walls, brown leather furniture and a billiard table on the right where the guards played casually. Belle only really liked the stone fireplace in front of her. On top of it was an ancient painting she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Written history had always been more of her forte rather than art.

Tobacco lingered thick in the air, smoke almost hazing the entire room as one of the guards groaned near the billiard table.

“I didn’t know journalists were that pretty.” That same, disgusting grey-eyed guard approached her again. Blazer off, standing with his white dress shirt.

Belle merely responded with a glare, taking a deep breath to pretend she wasn’t imagining his head roasting in the fire.

“You can at least tell me your name.” He hooked on the cloth covering her mouth before pushing it down. “I bet you have a pretty name.” He leaned forward, purposely holding onto her clothed thigh and squeezing causing her to jerk in discomfort.

“Boss said not to talk to them, Genzo.” One of the guards, a bit younger than the man named Genzo, spoke in a careful tone.

“I’m only conversing casually.” Genzo glanced over his shoulder before facing her again. “I asked for a name, sweetheart.”

The putrid scent of tobacco filled her lungs almost making her want to cough as she turned her face away. Hoping that the smell might leave her when she did. Except Genzo wasn’t having it at all when he grabbed her chin to meet his gaze again.

“The boss won’t care about anything I do to you so long as you’re alive, pretty…” Hoseok roughly struggled against the restraints with a growl under his breath. Genzo ignored it. “…so be a good girl.” His stinking fingers pressed into her soft cheeks until her lips puckered out.

“That’s no way to treat a guest in my house, Genzo.”

A young, raspy voice spoke from the other end of the room even causing to Genzo to freeze where he stood.

Belle took the opportunity to yank out of his rough grip, her cheeks aching terribly. Reddened eyes flickered over to see the figure walking into the room and rippling intimidated silence all around him.

This was him. Jeon Jungkook in the flesh.

Belle had only seen pictures for the most part during her research in Yeou Pa or whatever other businesses he invested in. Merely a young man not much older than she was. Definitely inherited fortune. Auburn hair slightly messy in its style, round eyes that had a striking sharpness to them she couldn’t understand, all tied together with small, pouty lips.

“Apologies, Master Jeon.” Genzo bowed down and she hoped his back would break from it. “I was just trying to get some information.”

“By threatening to assault her…on my property no less.”

Genzo stayed silent. A miracle really.

“All of you leave. I can speak to them alone.” Jungkook waved his hand before digging both of them into his grey trousers.

Every guard slowly flooded out of the room and closed the door. Silence plunged into the room for a moment other than the fire crackling slightly wafting more warmth than Belle was truly comfortable with right now.

With a deep sigh, Jungkook glanced over at Hoseok and walked to him, pulling out the cloth from his mouth. “What company are you two from?”

“Saja Ilbo.” Hoseok answered even though the release of information made Belle wince.

“I have no quarrels with Hansuke, why would he authorize this bust?” Jungkooks gaze moved over to the female journalist, her hazel eyes burning right into him like she was imagining all the ways he could be killed.

“Hansuke didn’t organize it.” Belle answered simply. While she had no deep affection for her boss, she still felt a small tug at possibly ruining his name for this case.

“So you’re rebelling against your boss.” Jungkook spoke directly to Belle while Hoseok hung his head. “What have I done that’s so horrible?” He pulled his trousers up and crouched down so he could meet her eyes.

Belle winced slightly. “Those people…children, you were going to—”

“Put them into prostitution? Is that you think I was doing?”

The anger began to douse allowing Jungkook to truly examine the hazel orbs, looking almost golden from the glow of the fireplace behind him.

“What were you doing then?” Her heart raced under her ribcages. Heat from the fire collecting around her aura, making it hard to breathe when the information kept sinking in deeper. Did she just get Hoseok into trouble for no reason? Was this all a stupid mistake from her pare that was going to get them killed?

“Those are tributes.” Jungkook explained in a calm tone, noticing the slight change in her gorgeous features. “They volunteer from different countries or from here to enter the gang either to get promoted or simply leave their harmful households. They’re not slaves or prisoners, they’re regular people who wanted a job. A different life that others wouldn’t give them.”

Granted this wasn’t the most honorable job of all time but it was better than most lives. Besides he knew what young men his age went through. Things Jungkook was able to get away with by being in this line of work.

“But we found prostitution rings with your men in it. They all had Yeou Pa tattoos, guarding the Golden Serpent.” Belle shook her head.

“Was that your article?”

She stammered a little. That conditioned part of her automatically thinking of saying that it was Hoseoks’ and not hers despite the nights she spent working on it. But there was no point in telling him lies when he had her restrained. “Yes.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding. “A ghost writer.”

“Why were your men there?” Belle pushed down the argument threatening to leave her tongue.

He stayed silent for a moment, the heat on his back growing a little irritating. Getting back up to his feet, Jungkook padded towards the coffee table that had been shifted to the side for chairs. A thick wooden piece of furniture that attempted to complement the brown leather. Jungkook picked up the small dagger, blade shimmering a little in the light.

Hoseok shifted against the restraints as the male inched closer.

“I know where my men are even if they don’t think I do.” Jungkook muttered. “In this world of ours, having eyes and ears everywhere is more important than anything.” He walked in between the two chairs, cutting through the ropes that were keeping them tied. “But it’s also easy to keep secrets in this world too. And make stories even though the proof might not be showing the truth.”

“You think I’m lying?” Belle furrowed her brows. The ropes finally loosened around her wrists, pulsing ache on her arms from being bound for too long.

“I think someone’s playing a trick on the both of us.” Jungkook placed the dagger back onto the coffee table while the two rubbed their arms and wrists. “Prostitution has been prohibited in Yeou Pa ever since it was founded. My grandfather was against it.”

“You expect us to believe that?” Hoseok shifted to face them properly.

Jungkook raised a brow, pulling at his gold cufflink. “His mother had been in street prostitution to provide for her two sons. Not a pretty story so I’d like for you to believe me if that’s alright with you.”

Belle and Hoseok shared a concerned glance with one another before she met Jungkooks’ gaze again. “There are still people missing though. Children and other innocent civilians found in unauthorized prostitution rings. If they’re not coming from you, then they’re coming from someone using your name.”

“What’re you suggesting, Miss…?”

“Belle.”

“Belle.” Jungkook nodded. “It might seem like I have all the power in the world but these investigations can cause concerning levels of suspicion.”

“Whoever is really running these rings wants to make it known that it was your gang.” Belle shrugged. “The evidence is only pulling to you in a way that’s almost obnoxious.”

“Which means someone might be purposely trying to do it.” Hoseok continued on as the information collected in his own mind.

The Jeon name had always been connected to underworld workings for years. Any evidence that could so much as smell like their involvement could be used against them. But Yeou Pa also was a syndicate that lived for over forty years. No regular journalist could simply ‘expose’ it on a luck strike. Something was being tampered.

“You understand if I agree to starting this investigation with your involvement…” Jungkook gestured to the both of them. “…you can’t investigate my syndicate anymore.”

As much Belle wanted to believe it. That Jungkook was the culprit after all and he was just lying through his teeth. Perhaps there was a selfish part of her that wished she could just use the evidence to expose Jungkook anyway. Except that wouldn’t stop the innocent civilians from being taken. Helping the innocent and bringing criminals to justice became so separate at this moment that Belle felt a headache coming along.

“There’ll be no more snooping on your gang anymore.” Hoseok muttered although reluctance coated his voice. “You have our word.”

Onyx eyes flickered over to Belle who still had a clear hesitation on her face. All of the worst case scenarios were definitely a hair worse than what the offer on the table right now. But it still meant giving up a sense of honor to find a truth. Two negatives make a positive. In this world anyway. “And you? Miss Belle?”

Gaze trailed up to meet his, taking a few minutes of silence to find some kind of ploy in his eyes. Any kind of tick or twitch that could indicate to her that something was wrong. Belle couldn’t find anything. She glanced over at Hoseok once again and instantly noticed the need to get this conversation done and over with. So long as they came out of this with their lives. At this point, that’s what mattered. “Alright. I have some files with more information that we could look at.”

A smile spread across Jungkooks lips, eyes glimmering when he stepped forward. “Welcome to Yeou Pa then, I suppose.”

This was going to be a nightmare.

Two years. It took Belle two years to collect these files. Trying her best to connect all the dots and hoping it would point to one direction. Some of them did point to Jungkook. Others were scrambled and confused like her mind was playing tricks on her. She kept most of the files in her shared apartment with Hoseok so that no one could think to find it but now she was personally carrying to the man she wanted to expose.

Funny how life turned out.

Morning faded in when Hoseok drove them back to the Jeon-Takahashi household. The sky a hazy blue from the light layers of smoke always swirling in the dry air. Dark fringe escaped from her burgundy hat, tickling her brow as she watched the guards walk down the entrance stairs of the house.

It had a traditional design like most upper class citizens inspired by traditional Japanese architecture with curved black roofs, wooden designs and an abundance of nature as far as Belle could see. Autumn was still nipping at their noses currently so a lot of the blossom trees didn’t look to be in bloom.

The guard practically surrounded their car as if they would play a trick. One of them with a clear fox tattoo on his neck opening the door for her while Hoseok climbed out on his own, walking towards her side.

He straightened out his camel toned blazer, waiting for Belle to climb out so he could carry the large wooden box from the passenger’s seat.

Despite the stockings she wore underneath her navy blue skirt, the autumnal air still bit at her flesh causing her to hug the grey trench coat tighter. Eyes trailed up to the height of building. Not quite like a skyscraper but still majestic in its own way.

“Master Jeon and Mistress Eliades are expecting you for tea.” The man with neck tattoo spoke, gesturing his hand towards the dark wooden door.

To the untrained eye, it may seem like the house was unguarded. Belle knew now that there must’ve been a guard in every corner ready to die for their Master if a sign of danger were to arise. Sharing a small glance with Hoseok, they were led up the entrance stairs with a line of guards padding behind them.

The entrance door opened with a loud creak where they stopped in the middle of the genkan. Taking their shoes off, the guard opened the red doors to a beautiful courtyard. Belle had to take a moment to admire the flowers lining the different pathways forming a perfect square in the middle.

“This way.”

Belle and Hoseok were taken to the east wing of the household, down the pathway into a private room on their right. The first thing Belle noticed was the gorgeous window showcasing all the blossom trees slowly losing their budding flowers. Then she saw the setting for tea. It was modern than anything else with chairs and a circular table matching the wooden structures of the house.

This definitely looked more like a place of business rather than casual tea. Aside from the beautiful view and adorable flower design tea set.

Her gaze then set on the two figures sitting at the table. Jungkook rubbing his bottom lip while their eyes met while sitting on the other side, a burst of wine red hair, perfectly curled just above her shoulders.

“Please sit.” Jungkook gestured to the two seat set out for them. “This is Rosyne Eliades, my consigliere. I thought it might be wise to have her here.”

Belle took a deep breath before making her way towards the table, sitting down on Jungkooks’ right while Hoseok sat across from her, placing the box on the floor next to him. “These are all the files we’ve collected on the prostitution rings.” She stated as Hoseok pulled all the sources out onto the table.

“You research deeply.”

The woman on her right spoke. Rosyne Eliades. Lime green eyes met hers as her reddish tinted lips curled up into a faint smile. There was a faint scar down her cheek where the natural light hit, showing the deepness of it when it was fresh. It didn’t take away from how ethereal she looked though.

“Thank you.” Belle attempted a smile although she was more focused in ensuring her fingers weren’t shaking too much. She was sitting right in the middle of the fox’s den, in their territory. Vulnerable to anything they could have planned for them. “We managed to find connections between Golden Serpent to other establishments suspected to be run by Yeou Pa.” Her grey gloved hands reached out for a black file, opening it to show her messy notes and stuck pictures.

It felt like opening her diary to strangers and letting them peek into all her weaknesses and ticks.

“Cho No Su?” Jungkooks brows furrowed, tapping on the picture of one of his brothels in the Red Light District. The familiar Japanese characters gleaming in red neon. “This is an authorized brothel not a ring.”

“I know.” Belle nodded. “But I spoke to a few girls there and they told me people had been going missing around that part.” She hesitated to speak her theory but it was already written in pen around the pictures. “I thought your men might’ve been taken them to the rings so you wouldn’t have to pay because the boss told them not to say anything.”

“Kim Hyuna runs Cho No Su.” Rosyne traced her fingers around brim of her tea-cup. “The profits don’t come back to us but her girls and boys are trained spies.”

“So they pay you with information.” Hoseok concluded.

“And they knew which information to keep from me.” Belle let out a slightly defeated sigh.

“Good thing you didn’t get your headline.” Jungkook muttered to her, a light smirk formed on his lips while Belle responded with a light glare. “But someone is causing these people to go missing and Hyuna isn’t saying anything because it might ruin her perfect rep.”

The Madame of Cho No Su brothel prided in keeping her establishment tightly protected and information kept sealed like an indestructible vault. Even for Yeou Pa, it was difficult figuring out what her eyes and ears found out in the deep webs of the city. Jungkook always remembered sending a hefty amount over just to gain some intel. At this rate, he may as well have a separate bank account opened for her.

“We could get a worker off duty and interrogate them on anything they needed to keep hidden while in the brothel.” Rosyne suggested.

“Do you think they’ll say anything different?” Belle still remembered the strange air in the brothel. Intimidating and alluring like she was sailing towards a haven for sirens ready to kill anyone who walked in. Every member looked like they knew something but were doing a good job at keeping it hidden. Kim Hyuna must’ve been watching their every move and they knew exactly how to work around it.

“Generally these spies will give information to people who are affiliates.” Jungkook explained, taking a small sip of his tea. “We could send someone in to get more juice.”

“Hoseok and I could go.” Belles words lingered in the air for a few moments.

Rosynes expression grew a little hesitant compared to her usual stance as she gave a look to Jungkook.

“You could go.” Jungkook spoke to Belle. “Hoseok will stay.”

“You have guards stationed all around the city, do you really think I’m stupid enough to go back on our word?” Belle seethed. Anxiety burning into anger as she fixed her gaze on the fox king, not daring to blink just in case he thought he was going to get away with playing them like his puppets.

Eyes sharpened as Jungkook leaned forward on his elbows, the faint scent of tobacco still lingering on his clothes and touching her nostrils. “You were stupid enough to think I was responsible for the prostitution rings.”

“I’m not resting that case either.” Her fingers curled up into tight fists, harsher than the wooden surface of the table. “People like you always go to any heights for a little extra cash.”

“Belle, it’s fine.” Hoseok muttered softly.

Jungkook let out a bitter scoff. “And you’re what…a hero of some sort? Taking down all the bad men with all your stories?” He tilted his head, voice calm but laced with venom. “You were sneaking into my territory for your own glory. What does that make you?”

“We’re not going to hurt your friend.” Rosynes calm voice attempted to break through Belle and Jungkooks fiery aura threatening to melt each other where they sat. “It’s just a necessary precaution. You must understand the risks we’re taking here.”

Belle and Jungkook shared a small heated glare towards each other before Belle rested back on her chair, forcing herself to look at Rosyne so she wouldn’t scratch the other males eyes out. “I’ll go to Cho No Su and try to find a member off duty.”

Rosyne hummed in agreement, glancing at Jungkook who still had a clear scowl over his face. “Go to the southern exit. That’s where the members usually go to smoke or just take a breather.”

She nodded in agreement.

“We’ll give you a radio transmitter just in case something goes wrong…” Jungkook deadpanned not giving Belle a sideways glance. “Unless you decide your friend doesn’t need limbs.”

“Maybe you should try this hard on controlling your gang than making threats.” Belle gave him a tight-lipped smile as Jungkook licked the inside of his cheek.

Rosyne tried her best not to look too amused.

The Cho No Su brothel was a sequestered establishment somewhere in the heart of the city with patrons of the high class pattering in like sailors to a sirens cave. Belle remembered being mistaken for one of the members at least five times before being able to get some questioning done for her files. Thankfully today she wasn’t heading for the entrance.

As the sky had plunged into a pitch black night with barely any stars, Belle made her way to the corner of the establishment. Japanese characters “蝶の巣” showcased in red neon beaming against the night light. Folding her arms over her chest, she padded down the dark alley from the western end of the building.

High above her were windows glowing in gold, moaning and giggling echoing against the walls outside. Steam flowed from her red tinted lips as she glanced over her shoulder to check no one was there. This was possibly the worst place to be alone. Somehow the thick radio transmitter in her jacket pocket helped her feel safe.

Even though the people listening on the other side probably didn’t give a shit about her safety.

Taking a right down the corner, a scream made her heart jump. Belle looked over at the expanse of the alley and saw only two figures wrestling. One of them with a shining traditional red attire of some sort while other wearing a full black, camouflaging into the night.

“Get off me!” The girl roughly tried to push her attacker away.

Belle sprinted over to the scene and pulled the assailant off the others body, kicking the back of his knee. A male groan echoed in her ears as he dropped on his knees to the ground. She noticed the girls hair pins in a mess, glaring at the man.

She rushed over to the girls side only to notice a steel blade brandished against the moonlight. Before she could realize what was happening, a sharp pain pierced through her thigh causing her to stumble to the ground with a loud grunt.

She expected more hits but she felt the other girl move until the assailant yelled again. Teary hazel eyes tried to look at the male as he landed on the ground. Mouth frothing in white gurgles and his collarbone sliced and dripping with blood, staining the stone floor.

Vision began to shake as she rested back against something soft. The pungent scent mixed of blood and some kind of perfume filling her lungs making it even hard to breathe normally.

“Hey, thank you…” A female voice spoke but it was growing muffled.

Belle groaned, trying to push back to her feet on the ground but failing when the blade stuck in her thigh pricked at her again. One hand over the blade, her shaky fingers tried to reach for the radio transmitter in her pocket. Whatever strength she tried to muster kept fading into the pain rushing like lava to her whole body.

“H-Hoseok…” The radio kept crackling. It was so loud but unclear at the same time. “H-Hoseok…s-someone, please…” Her voice trembled.

“Belle?” Another voice answered. “Belle, it’s Jungkook.”

“I-I found—I—” Everything was so blurry and shaky. Blood everywhere. Her one leg unable to move without the blade trying to push at something important.

“You found what? What’s wrong?” Maybe it was the stab in the thigh but Belle could’ve sworn Jungkook sounded…almost worried. Almost. It could’ve been the stab.

Something grabbed the transmitter from her hand. “We’re at the Cho No Su back entrance.” The girl spoke in a more collected tone although still shaking at every word. “Your friend’s hurt, I could take—”

“I’m coming.” Jungkooks voice didn’t hesitate.

Belle tried catching more of the conversation, shifting or talking. Doing something. But her mind grew overwhelmed with the pain. Tears trickling down her cheeks, limbs growing numb and loose. Slowly shutting down until she could only see shapes and hear undistinguished noises. She heard the girls voice again before everything went quiet and dark.

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orange-unnie · 7 years

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Try some.

100 Ways to Say I Love You: 28/100

The smell assaulted you as soon as you entered the apartment; strong, spicy and a hint of something burning.

"Ji?" You called out, slipping your shoes off and hanging up your coat.

"In the kitchen!"

Well that's a new one. The only time Jiyong ever involved himself in the kitchen was for coffee, midnight leftovers or instant noodles. But the scent wafting through your home was much more.... interesting than any of those.

Indeed, you found him in the kitchen, wearing one of your old floral aprons and trying to balance a steaming pot in one gloved hand and a pan in the other, sweat beading on his forehead. The sight reminded you of a clown juggling a bunch of kitchen utensils and you tried to hide your chuckle.

"Can you help me out?" He asked, almost pleading. You assumed he wanted the pan in the oven, unable to open it with his hands full. It took everything you had to bite your tongue from telling him to just set the pot down first while you pulled open the oven door. A quick peek at it's contents really gave you no hint at what the dark sludge was, it was like nothing you had ever seen, edible or not.

Jiyong sighed in relief as he slid it onto the metal rack. "Thanks."

"Soooooo, what are you making Chef Kwon?"

"Dinner, what does it look like?"

"Like you're doing a science experiment with wet dirt and some....whatever that is," you gestured at the substance in the pot now steaming away again on the stove. Jiyong pouted.

"It's supposed to be a stew..."

You had a look again and tried to give an encouraging smile. "And in the oven?"

"A cake," he answered proudly. "For you. I thought I'd make you dinner tonight since you're always the one cooking. I asked Youngbae for some recipes but I'm not quite sure how to do this..."

"I'm sure it will be great," you said, leaning in to hug him without getting any of the splattered ingredients from his apron onto your clothes."I'll go get changed and then I'll help set the table."

Jiyong nodded then let go to rush back to the pot as it began to bubble over.

As you got out of your work clothes and slipped into your sweats, you listened to the various clanging and swearing coming from the kitchen. It had been a pleasant surprise for you to find Jiyong making dinner, but he had never been the greatest cook and you could only assume that he had gotten the idea from Youngbae, not just the recipes. He did this from time to time, get this grand idea in his head and sometimes it worked out, like when he made you a painting on your birthday. But other times, Jiyong's talents were stretched thin and in this case you knew it would be the latter. Good thing you had the local take out restaurant programmed into your phone.

Just as you were tying your hair up into a bun, the fire alarm went off.

"Shit shit shit! Jagi!!" Jiyong yelled. You ran into the kitchen to a cloud of smoke from the oven. "Open the windows!"

It was beginning to get chilly out yet you cranked open the windows anyway and went back to fan away the smoke from the smoke detector.

"No...." Jiyong sighed, pulling the burnt to a crisp cake from the oven.

"It's only been 15 minutes, how did it burn so fast?" You exclaimed. Then you glanced at the temperture gage. 350 degrees celsius.

"Ji, you do know this recipe is in Farenheit, don't you?"

"What?"

"You're recipe. It's 350 degrees Fareneheit."

"It's not the same?"

You sighed. "No, it's not..."

"Why would they do that? Anyway. There's still the stew." Jiyong gave the liquidy, chunky substance a stir. Your stomach lurched. "Here, try some."

"Um.....you first."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad." He spooned up a mouthful and blew on it before tipping it back. You watched his face morph from surprise to disgust before he ran to the sink and spat it out. Now you couldn't help but giggle as you poured him a glass of water to rinse out the taste. He reached for it and looked up at you sheepishly. "Take out?"

You pulled out your phone with a smirk. "Say no more Chef Kwon."

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 6 years

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NOW 2~G-Dragon Pt.24

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:6,784

Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

Jiyong helps me zip, up and I rake my fingers through my hair while he buttons his jeans. “What time is it?” I ask as he slides his shoes back on.

“Two minutes till midnight,” he answers, after looking at the alarm clock on the small desk.

“Oh . . . well, we need to hurry and get downstairs,” I tell him. I’m still beyond intoxicated, but now I’m relaxed and calm, thanks to Jiyong. Drunk or not, I can’t believe what happened with Cgaerin.

“Let’s go.” He takes my hand, and we nearly make it to the staircase before everyone begins chanting.

“Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . .”

Jiyong rolls his eyes.

“Seven . . . six . . .”

“This is stupid,” Jiyong complains.

“Five . . . four . . . three . . .” I begin chanting. “Do it with me,” I say.

He tries not to smile, but is defeated as a huge grin spreads across his face. “Two . . . one . . .” I poke his cheek with my finger.

“Happy New Year!” everyone screams, including me.

“Yay for the New Year,” Jiyong says in a monotone voice, and I laugh as he presses his lips to mine. Part of me was worried that he wouldn’t kiss me here, in front of everyone, but he is now. As my hands travel to his waist he grabs them to stop me. When he pulls away, his emerald eyes are shining. He is so beautiful.

“Aren’t you worn out?” he jokes, and I shake my head.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t coming onto you.” I smile. “I really need to pee.”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nope. Be right back,” I say, giving him a small kiss before walking to the bathroom. I should have had him come along; this is much more difficult than it is when I’m sober. Tonight has been so fun, even with the Chaerin drama. Jiyong has surprised me by being calm, even with Seungri, and he’s remained in a good mood all night. After I wash my hands, I head back down the hall to find Jiyong.

“Jiyong !” a female voice calls.

I look over and see a familiar face: the girl with the black hair who bumped into me earlier. And she’s walking toward Jiyong. Being the nosy girl that I am, I stay back a few feet.

“I have your phone, you left it in Logan’s room.” She smiles, pulling Jiyong’s phone from her purse.

What? It’s nothing, I’m sure. They were in Logan’s room, which means most likely they were not alone. I trust him.

“Thanks.” He grabs the phone from her, and she begins to walk away. Thank God.

“Hey!” he calls after her.

“Can you do me a favor and maybe not mention to anyone that we were in Logan’s room together?” he asks.

“I never kiss and tell.” She grins and walks off.

The hallway begins to spin. My chest immediately aches, and I quickly head for the stairs. Jiyong notices me rushing by, and I watch as the color drains from his face, knowing he’s been caught.

Jiyong POV

I notice a flicker of gold a few feet away. I look past Jamie and see Y/N, whose eyes are wide and whose bottom lip starts trembling. She goes from deer in headlights to angry girlfriend quickly and takes off down the stairs fast.

What? “Y/N! Wait!” I yell after her. For someone as drunk as she is, she’s really flying down those steps. Why must she always run from me?

“Y/N!” I shout again, pushing people out of my way.

Finally, when I’m only a few feet from her in the entryway, she does something that nearly brings me to my knees. The blond asshole who was checking her out earlier whistles as she rushes by. As she stops in her tracks, her look makes me freeze, too. Grinning, she grabs a handful of the kid’s shirt.

What the fuck is she doing? Is she going to . . .

She answers my thoughts by looking back at me before pressing her lips against his. I blink rapidly in an attempt to make this disappear. This isn’t happening. She wouldn’t do that, not Y/N, no matter how pissed off she is.

The kid, surprised by her sudden show of affection, quickly recovers and wraps his arms around her waist. Her mouth opens, and she moves one hand to his hair, tugging on it. I can’t comprehend what’s actually happening right now.

“Jiyong! Stop!” she screams.

Stop what? When I blink again, I’m on top of the blond, and his lip is busted. I hit him already?

“Please, Jiyong!” she screams again.

I climb off of him in a hurry before everyone crowds around us. “What the fuck?” the kid groans.

I want to kick him in his fucking head, but I’ve been trying to restrain myself. She had to go and fucking do this, mess up everything I’ve been working toward. I head for the door without bothering to see if she’s following me.

“Why did you hit him?” her voice calls from behind me as I reach my car.

“Why do you think, Y/N? Maybe because I just watched you fucking make out with him!” I scream. I almost forgot what it feels like, this adrenaline rush and the familiar sting on my knuckles. I only got one hit in . . . I think, at least . . . so it’s not so bad. But I want more.

She begins to cry. “Why do you care? You kissed that girl! Probably more than kissed! How could you?”

“No! You don’t get to fucking cry, Y/N. You just kissed someone right in front of me!” My hand connects with the hood of my car.

“You did worse! I heard you tell that girl to stay quiet about you two in Logan’s room!”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about—I didn’t fucking kiss anyone!”

“Yes, you did! She said she doesn’t kiss and tell!” she screams, waving her arms around like an idiot. Fuck, she is infuriating.

“It’s a fucking figure of speech, Y/N. She meant she wasn’t going to tell anyone anything that we talked about—or that we were smoking pot!” I shout.

She gasps. “You were smoking pot?”

“No, I wasn’t, actually, but who gives a shit! You just fucking cheated on me!” I tug at my own hair.

“Why did you leave me to hang out with her, then tell her not to say anything? It doesn’t make any—”

“She’s Dan’s sister! I was telling her not to say anything because I was trying to apologize privately for what I did to her. I was going to tell you tomorrow when you weren’t fucking belligerent! We were all in the room, me, her, Logan, and Nate. They were smoking a joint, and when they left I asked her to stay behind because I wanted to try to make shit right with her, for you.” All my anger comes out through my eyes, I’m certain, when I say, “I wouldn’t fucking cheat on you—you should know that!”

And like that, Y/N deflates. She’s speechless. Damn right she is. She’s fucking wrong, and I am fucking mad.

“Well . . .” she begins.

“Well what? You’re wrong, not me. You didn’t give me a chance to explain myself. Instead you acted like a child. An impulsive little child!” I scream, punching the hood again. She jumps from the noise, but I don’t give a shit.

I should just go back inside, find the blond guy, and finish what I started. Punching my car doesn’t give me the same satisfaction.

“I’m not a child! I thought you did something with her!” she shouts back at me through her tears.

“Well, I didn’t! After everything I went through to get you to stay with me, do you think I’d cheat on you with a random chick at a party . . . or hell, with anyone?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” She throws her hands into the air again. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself.

“Well, that’s on you, then. I don’t know what the hell else to do to make you see that I love you.” She kissed someone—she kissed another guy right in front of me. This feels worse than when she left me; at least I could blame myself then.

Her warm breath is creating puffs of smoke in the cold air. “Well, maybe if I wasn’t so used to you keeping secrets, I wouldn’t have been so ready to misunderstand!” she yells.

I look at her. “You’re unbelievable. I honestly cannot even look at you right now.” The image of her kissing him won’t stop playing over and over.

“I’m sorry for kissing him.” She sighs. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

“You’re joking, right? Please tell me that you are, because if that had been me kissing someone else, you probably wouldn’t have spoken to me again! But I forgot that since it’s Princess Y/N, it’s okay! No harm done!” I mock.

She crosses her arms with an indignation she doesn’t deserve. “Princess Y/N? Really, Jiyong?”

“Yeah, really! You cheated on me, right in front of me! I brought you here so you would know how much I care about you. I wanted you to know that I don’t care what anyone thinks about us. I wanted you to have the best night you could have, and then you go and do this shit!”

“ Jiyong . . . I . . .”

“No! I’m not done.” I pull out my keys. “You’re acting as if this is no big deal! This is a huge deal to me. To see another man’s lips on yours . . . is . . . I can’t even explain how sick that makes me.”

“I said—”

I lose it. I know I look wild and scary, but I can’t help it. “Stop interrupting me for once in your goddamn life!” I shout. “You know what . . . it’s fine. You can go back in there and ask your new boyfriend to give you a ride home.” I turn and unlock the car door. “He looks a lot like Hoseok, and you probably miss him.”

“What? What does Hoseok have to do with this? And I clearly do not have a type,” she growls and gestures at me. “Though maybe I should.”

“Fuck this,” I spit and climb into the car, turning it on and leaving her standing out in the cold. When I get to the stop sign, I can’t help but hit the steering wheel over and over.

If she doesn’t call me within an hour, I’ll know she went home with someone else.

Y/N POV

Ten minutes later I’m still standing on the sidewalk. My legs and arms are numb, and I’m shivering. Jiyong will come back any minute, there’s no way he’ll actually leave me here, alone. Drunk and alone.

When I go to call him, I remember that he has my phone. Great.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. We were doing so good, and I didn’t even try to give him the benefit of the doubt. Instead I kissed someone. The memory makes me want to vomit on the sidewalk.

Why hasn’t he come back yet?

I need to go inside. It’s way too cold out here, and I want another drink. My buzz is starting to wear off, and I’m not ready to face reality. When I get inside, I head directly for the kitchen and pour myself a drink. This is why I shouldn’t drink—I have no common sense when I’m drunk. I immediately assumed the worst of him and made a huge mistake.

“Y/N?” Seungri’s voice says from behind me.

“Hey.” I groan and lift my head up from the cool counter and turn to face him.

“Um . . . what are you doing?” He half laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . I’m okay,” I lie.

“Where’s Jiyong ?”

“He left.”

“He left? Without you?”

“Yep.” I take a drink from my cup.

“Why?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I answer honestly.

“I doubt that.” He smiles.

“No, really, I am this time.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really.” I sigh.

“Okay . . . well, I’ll leave you alone,” he says and begins to walk away. But then he turns back around. “It’s not supposed to be so complicated, you know?”

“What?” I ask him and follow him to sit at a card table in the kitchen.

“Love, relationships, all that. It doesn’t have to be so hard.”

“Doesn’t it, though? Isn’t it always like this?” I have no reference except Noah. We never fought like this, but I don’t know that I loved him. Not like I do Jiyong . I dump my drink down the sink and grab a glass to fill with water.

“I don’t think so. I’ve never seen anyone fight the way you two do.”

“It’s because we’re so different, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I guess you are.” He smiles.

By the time I check the clock again, it’s been an hour since Jiyong left me here. Maybe he isn’t coming back after all. “Would you forgive someone if they kissed someone else?” I finally ask Seungri.

“I guess it depends on the details.”

“What if they did it right in front of you?”

“Hell, no. That’s unforgivable,” he says with a disgusted expression.

“Oh.”

Seungri leans toward me sympathetically. “He did that?”

“No.” I look up at him with wide eyes. “I did.”

“You did?” Seungri is clearly surprised.

“Yeah . . . I told you I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, I hate to say it, but you are.”

“Yep,” I agree.

“How are you getting home?” he asks.

“Well, I keep thinking he’s going to come back to get me, but he’s obviously not going to.” I bite my lip.

“I can take you if you want,” he says. But when I look around uncertainly, he adds, “Or Hyuna and Tristan are probably upstairs . . . you know.”

I look at him quickly. “Actually, can you take me now?” I don’t want to dig myself in any deeper, but I’m beginning to sober up, thank goodness, and I just want to be home to try to talk to Jiyong.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Seungri says, and I down the last of my water before following him outside to his car.

WHEN WE’RE ONLY about ten minutes away from the apartment, I begin panicking over Jiyong’s reaction to Seungri driving me home. I keep trying to force myself to sober up, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m a lot less intoxicated than I was an hour ago, but I’m still drunk.

“Can I use your phone to try to call him?” I ask Seungri.

He removes one hand from the steering wheel to dig into his pocket for his phone. “Here . . . shit, it’s dead,” he says, pressing the button on the top and revealing an empty-battery symbol.

“Thanks anyway.” I shrug. Calling Jiyong from Seungri’s phone probably isn’t the best idea I’ve had. Not as bad as my idea to kiss a random guy in front of Jiyong , but still not a good one.

“What if he isn’t here?” I say.

Seungri looks at me quizzically. “You have a key, don’t you?”

“I didn’t bring mine . . . I didn’t think I would need it.”

“Oh . . . well . . . I’m sure he’ll be here,” Seungri says, but he sounds nervous.

Jiyong would literally murder him if he found me at Seungri’s place. When we do arrive at the apartment, Seungri parks and I scan the parking lot for Jiyong’s car. And it’s parked in his usual spot, thank God. I have no idea what I would have done if he weren’t here.

Seungri insists on walking me up. As much as I think that will not end well, I don’t know if I’m capable of getting myself up to the apartment alone in my intoxicated state.

Damn Jiyong for leaving me at that party. Damn me for being an impulsive idiot. Damn Seungri for being so sweet and fearless when he shouldn’t be. Damn Gangnam for being so damn cold.

When we reach the elevator, my head begins to pound along with my heart. I need to go over what I’m going to say to Jiyong. He’ll be so mad at me, and I need to think of a good way to apologize without using sex. I’m not used to being the one to apologize for anything, because he’s always the one who messes up. Being on this side of things doesn’t feel good at all. It feels terrible.

We walk down the hallway, and I can’t help but feel as if we’re preparing to walk the plank. I just don’t know whether it will be Seungri or myself that drops down into the water.

I knock, and Seungri stands a few feet behind me as we wait for the door to open. This was a terrible idea, I should’ve just stayed at the party. I knock again, this time louder. What if he doesn’t answer?

What if he took my car and isn’t even here? I didn’t think of that.

“If he doesn’t answer, can I go to your place?” I try to hold my tears back.

I don’t want to stay at Seungri’s and make Jiyong even more upset with me, but I can’t really think of another option.

What if he doesn’t forgive me? I can’t be without him. Seungri’s hand touches my back, and he rubs up and down to soothe me. I cannot cry, I need to be calm when he answers . . . if he answers.

“Of course you can,” Seungri finally replies.

“ Jiyong ! Please open up,” I quietly beg and rest my forehead against the door. I don’t want to yell and cause a scene at nearly two in the morning; our neighbors probably have issues with us yelling enough already.

“I guess he’s not going to answer.” I sigh and lean up against the wall for a minute. Then, finally, as we turn to walk away, the door clicks open.

“Well . . . look who decided to show up,” Jiyong says as he stands in the doorway and eyes us. Something about his tone sends chills down my spine. When I turn to face him, his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are pink. “ Seungri! Pal! It’s so nice to see you,” he slurs. He’s drunk.

My thoughts suddenly clear. “ Jiyong . . . have you been drinking?”

He looks at me imperiously, clearly unsteady. “What’s it to you? You have a new boyfriend.”

“ Jiyong. . .” I don’t know what to say to him. He’s obviously wasted. The last time I saw him this drunk was the night Taeyang called me to come to Ken’s house. With his father’s history of drinking, and the way Trish was so fearful that Jiyong had began to drink again, my heart sinks.

“Thank you for bringing me home, I think you should go now,” I politely say to Seungri. Jiyong is too drunk to be around Seungri.

“Noooo-ho-ho . . .” Jiyong exhales. “Come on in! Let’s have a drink together!” He grabs Seungri’s arm and pulls him through the doorway.

I follow them in, protesting, “No, this is not a good idea. You’re drunk.”

“It’s fine,” Seungri tells me, waving me off. It’s almost like he has a death wish.

Jiyong stumbles over to the coffee table, grabs the bottle of dark liquor standing on it, and pours the liquid into a glass. “Yeah, Y/N. Chill the fuck out.” I want to yell at him for speaking to me that way, but I can’t find my voice. “Here you go—I’ll get another one. One for you, too, Y/N,” Jiyong mumbles and walks into the kitchen.

Seungri sits in the chair, and I take a seat on the couch. “I’m not leaving you here alone with him. Look how drunk he is,” he whispers. “I thought he didn’t drink?”

“He doesn’t . . . not like this. This is my fault.” I put my head in my hands. I hate that Jiyong is drunk because of what I did. I wanted us to have a civil conversation so I could apologize for everything.

“No, it’s not,” Seungri assures me.

“This one’s . . . for you,” Jiyong says loudly as he bursts back into the room and hands me a glass half full of liquor.

“I don’t want any more. I drank enough tonight.” I take the glass from his hands and set it on the table.

“Suit yourself, more for me.” He smiles at me something evil, not the same as the smile I’ve grown to adore. I’m honestly a little frightened. I know Jiyong would never hurt me physically, but I don’t like this side of him. I would rather him be screaming at me or punching a wall than sitting here drunk off his ass and being so calm. Too calm.

Seungri gives a little “cheers” and brings his drink to his lips.

“This is just like old times, isn’t it? You know, back before you wanted to fuck my girl,” Jiyong says, and Seungri spits his drink back into the glass.

“It’s not like that. You left her there, and I just brought her home,” Seungri says in a threatening tone.

Jiyong waves his own drink in the air. “I’m not just talking about tonight, and you know it. Though I am pretty annoyed by you taking it upon yourself to bring her home. She’s a big girl, she can fend for herself.”

“She shouldn’t have to fend for herself,” Seungri fires back.

Jiyong slams his glass onto the table, and I jump. “That’s not up to you! You wish it was, though, don’t you?”

I feel like I’m in the middle of a gunfight, and I want to move, but my body won’t allow it. I watch in horror as my Mr. Darcy begins to transform into Tom Buchanan . . .

“No,” Seungri responds.

Jiyong sits down next to me but keeps his glassy eyes focused on Seungri. I look down at the bottle, which is at least a fourth gone. I pray that Jiyong has not consumed all of it tonight, within the last hour and a half.

“Yeah, it is. I’m not stupid. You want her; Chaerin told me everything you said before.”

“Leave it alone, Jiyong ,” Seungri growls, only egging Jiyong on. “Your first problem is talking to Chaerin.”

“ ‘Oh, Y/N is so beautiful, Y/N is so sweet! Y/N is too good for Jiyong ! Y/N should be with me!’ ” Jiyong mocks.

What?

Seungri avoids looking at me. “Shut the fuck up, Jiyong.”

“Hear that, babe? Seungri thought he could actually have you.” Jiyong laughs.

“Stop it, Jiyong,” I say and get up from the couch.

Seungri looks humiliated. I shouldn’t have asked him to drive me home. Did he really say those things about me? I had assumed the way he acted toward me had to do with shame over the bet, but now I’m not so sure.

“Look at her, I bet you’re thinking about it right now . . . aren’t you?” Jiyong taunts him. Seungri glares at Jiyong and sets his drink on the table. “You will never have her, kid, so give it up. No one will have her except me, I’m the only one who will ever fuck her. The only one who will know how good it feels to have her—”

“Stop it!” I yell. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Nothing, I’m just telling him how it is,” Jiyong answers.

“You’re being cruel,” I tell him. “And disrespectful to me!” I turn to Seungri . “I really think you should go.” Seungri looks at Jiyong, then back to me. “I’m fine,” I assure him.

I don’t know what will happen, but I know it won’t be as bad as what will occur if he stays. “Please,” I beg.

Finally Seungri nods. “Fine, I’ll go. He needs to get his shit together. Both of you do.”

“You heard her, get the fuck out. Don’t be too sad, though, she doesn’t want me either.” Jiyong takes another drink. “She likes those clean-cut pretty boys.”

My heart sinks even lower, and I know I’m in for a long night. I don’t know if I should be afraid, but I’m not. Well . . . a little, but I’m not leaving.

“Out,” Jiyong repeats, pointing, and Seungri heads for the door.

Once Seungri is no longer in the apartment, Jiyong locks the door and turns to face me. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat his ass for bringing you here. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agree. Arguing with him doesn’t seem like a good idea.

“Why did you even come here?”

“I live here.”

“Not for long.” He pours more alcohol.

“What?” The air leaves my lungs. “You’re going to kick me out?”

When the glass is full, he cocks one eye at me. “No, you’ll leave on your own eventually.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Maybe your new lover has room at his place. The two of you looked really nice together.” The hateful way he’s speaking to me takes me back to the beginning of our relationship, and I don’t like it.

“ Jiyong , please stop saying those things. I don’t even know him. And I’m incredibly sorry for what I did.”

“I will say what I want, just the way you do whatever the fuck you want.”

“I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me so cruelly and drink like this. I was so drunk, and I really thought something happened with you and that girl, I didn’t know what to think. I’m so sorry, I’d never hurt you purposely.” I say it all as fast as I can, with as much emphasis as possible, but he isn’t listening.

“You are still talking?” he snaps.

I sigh and chew on my cheek. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I’m going to go to bed and we can talk when you aren’t so drunk.”

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even look at me, so I take off my shoes and walk into the bedroom. As soon as I go to close the door, I hear glass shatter. When I rush into the living room, the wall is wet and glass litters the floor. I watch helplessly as he grabs the other two glasses and slams them against the wall. He takes one last swig from the bottle and then uses all of his strength to shatter it against the wall.

He grabs the lamp off the table, causing the cord to rip out of the wall before smashing it on the floor. Then he grabs a vase and breaks it against the brick. Why is his first instinct to break everything in sight?

“Stop it!” I scream. “ Jiyong , you’re going to break all of our stuff! Please stop it!”

“This is your fault, Y/N! You fucking caused this!” he shouts back and grabs another vase. I scurry into the living room and snatch the object from his hand before he can break it.

“I know it is! Please just talk to me,” I beg. I can’t hold my tears back any longer. “Please, Jiyong.”

“You fucked up, Y/N, so badly!” His fist slams against the wall.

I knew this was coming, and honestly, I’m surprised it took this long. I’m thankful he chose the drywall to hit—the brick surely would have damaged his hand much worse.

“Just leave me alone, dammit! Go away!” He paces back and forth before slamming both palms against the wall.

“I love you,” I blurt. I need to try to calm him, but he’s just so drunk and intimidating.

“Well, you don’t act like it! You kissed another fucking guy! Then you bring Seungri to my fucking house!”

My heart lurches at the mention of Seungri’s name. Jiyong humiliated him. “I know . . . I’m sorry.” I fight the urge to call him out for being a hypocrite. Yes, I know what I did was wrong, so wrong—but I have forgiven him for hurting me repeatedly.

“You know how fucking crazy, how absolutely fucking mad it makes me to see you with anyone else, and you go and do this shit!” The veins in his neck are turning a deep purple, and he’s beginning to resemble a monster.

“I said I’m sorry, Jiyong.” I speak as softly and slowly as I can manage. “What more can I say? I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

He tugs at his hair. “Sorry doesn’t erase the image from my mind. It’s all I can see.”

I walk toward him and stand directly in front of him. He reeks of whiskey. “Then look at me, look at me.” I put my hands on his face, directing his gaze.

“You kissed him, you kissed someone else.” His voice is much lower than it was seconds ago.

“I know I did, and I’m so sorry, Jiyong . I wasn’t thinking. You know how irrational I can be.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“I know, baby, I know.” I’m hoping those words will soften him.

“It hurts,” he says, though his bloodshot eyes have lost their edge. “I knew better than to have a girlfriend, not that I ever wanted one, but this is what happens when people date . . . or get married. This type of shit is why I need to be alone. I don’t want to go through this.” He pulls away from me.

My chest aches because he sounds like a child, a lonely, sad child. I can’t help but picture Jiyong as a child, hiding away as his parents fight over his father’s alcohol abuse. “ Jiyong, please forgive me. It won’t happen again, I will never do anything like this again.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N, one of us will. That’s what people do when they love each other. They hurt each other, then break up or get divorced. I don’t want that for us, for you.”

I step closer to him. “That won’t happen with us. We’re different.”

He shakes his head lightly. “It happens with everyone; look at our parents.”

“Our parents just married the wrong people, that’s all. Look at Karen and your dad.” I’m relieved that he’s being much calmer now.

“They’ll get divorced, too.”

“No, Jiyong. I don’t think they will.”

“I do. Marriage is such a fucked-up concept: ‘Hey, I sort of like you, so let’s move in together and sign some paperwork promising to never leave each other, even though we won’t stick to it anyway.’ Why would anyone do that willingly? Why would you want to be tied down to one person forever?”

I’m not mentally prepared to process what he’s just said to me. He doesn’t see a future with me? He’s only saying this because he’s drunk. Right?

“Do you really want me to go? Is that what you want, to end this now?” I ask, looking straight into his eyes. He doesn’t answer me. “ Jiyong?”

“No . . . fuck . . . no, Y/N. I love you. I love you so fucking much, but you . . . what you did was so wrong. You took every single fear that I have and brought them to life in one action.” His eyes begin to water, and my chest begins to cave in.

“I know I did, I feel terrible for hurting you.”

He looks around the room, and I can see in his eyes that everything we’ve built here was him trying to prove himself to me. “You should be with someone like Noah,” he says.

“I don’t want to be with anyone except you.” I wipe my eyes.

“I’m afraid you will.”

“Afraid I’ll what? Leave you for Noah?”

“Not him exactly, but someone like him.”

“I won’t. Jiyong, I love you. No one else, I love you. I love everything about you, please stop doubting yourself.” It hurts me to think that he feels this way.

“Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t start seeing me to piss off your mum?”

“What?” I say, but he just watches me and waits for an answer. “No, of course not. My mother has nothing to do with us. I fell in love with you because . . . well, because I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t help it. I tried not to because of what my mother would think, but I never had a choice. I’ve always loved you, whether I wanted to or not.”

“Sure.”

“What can I do to make you see that?” After everything I’ve been through for him, how could he think me being with him is a way to rebel against my mother?

“Not kiss other guys, perhaps.”

“I know you’re insecure, but you should know that I love you. I have fought for you from day one, with my mother, Noah, everyone.”

But something I’ve said strikes him wrong. “ ‘Insecure’? I’m not insecure. But I’m also not going to sit around and be played for a fucking fool.”

With his sudden turn back to anger, I’m starting to get angry myself. “You are worried about ‘being played’?” I know what I did was wrong, but he has done much worse to me. He really did treat me like a fool—and I forgave him.

“Don’t start that shit with me,” he growls.

“We’ve come such a long way, we’ve been through so much, Jiyong. Don’t let one mistake take that from us.” I never thought I’d be the one begging for forgiveness.

“You did it, not me.”

“Stop being so cold to me. You’ve done a lot of things to me, too,” I snap.

Anger returns to his face, and he storms away from me, yelling over his shoulder, “You know what? I’ve done a lot of things, but you kissed someone right in front of me!”

“Oh, you mean like the night you had Chaerin on your lap and kissed her in front of me?”

He spins around quickly. “We weren’t together then.”

“Maybe not to you, but I thought we were.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, Y/N.”

“So you’re saying that you aren’t going to let this go, then?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying, but you are getting on my nerves.”

“I think you should go to bed,” I suggest. Despite the glimpses of understanding that have appeared in the last few minutes, it’s clear that he has his mind set on being cruel.

“I think you shouldn’t tell me what to do.”

“I know you’re angry and hurt, but you can’t talk to me that way. It’s not right and I won’t put up with it. Drunk or not.”

“I am not hurt.” He glares at me. Jiyong and his pride.

“You just said you were.”

“No, I didn’t, don’t tell me what I said.”

“Okay, okay.” I throw my hands up, giving in. I’m exhausted, and I don’t want to pull the pin on the grenade that is Jiyong. He walks over to the key rack and takes his key chain off while he stumbles to grab his boots. “What are you doing?” I rush over to him.

“Leaving, what does it look like?”

“You aren’t leaving. You have been drinking. A lot.” I reach for his keys, but he slips them into his pocket.

“I don’t give a shit, I need more to drink.”

“No! You don’t. You had enough—and you broke the bottle.” I try to reach for his pocket, but he grabs ahold of my wrist like he has done countless times.

This time is different because he’s so angry, and for a second I begin to worry. “Let go,” I challenge him.

“Don’t try to stop me from leaving and I’ll let go.” He doesn’t let up, and I try to appear unaffected.

“ Jiyong . . . you’re going to hurt me.”

His eyes meet mine, and he lets go quickly. When he raises a hand, I flinch and slink back away from him, but he’s only running it through his hair, I see.

His eyes flash with panic. “You thought I was going to hit you?” he nearly whispers, and I back away farther.

“I . . . I don’t know, you’re so angry, and you’re scaring me.” I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but this is the easiest way to get him back to reality.

“You should know I wouldn’t hurt you. No matter how drunk I am, I wouldn’t fucking touch you.” He glares at me.

“For someone who hates your father so much, you sure as hell don’t have a problem acting like him,” I spit.

“Fuck you—I’m nothing like him!” he shouts.

“Yes, you are! You’re drunk, you left me at that party, and you broke half our decorations in the living room—including my favorite lamp! You are acting like him . . . the old him.”

“Yeah, well, you’re acting like your mum. A spoiled snobby little—” he sneers and I gasp.

“Who are you?” I ask and shake my head. I walk away, not wanting to hear any more from him, and I know if we continue to argue while he’s this drunk, it will not end well. He’s taken his disrespect to a whole new level.

“Y/N . . . I’m . . .” he begins.

“Don’t.” I turn and spit before continuing to the bedroom. I can take his rude comments, I can take him yelling at me—because, hell, I dish it out right back to him—but we both need distance before one of us says something even worse.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says and follows me.

I close the bedroom door and lock it behind me. I slide my back down its smooth surface until I’m sitting on the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest. Maybe we can’t make this work. Maybe he’s too angry and I’m too irrational. I push him too far and he does the same to me.

No, that isn’t true. We are good for each other because we push each other. Despite all the fights and tension between us, there’s passion. So much passion that it nearly drowns me, pulling me under. And he’s the only light, the only one to save me regardless of whether he’s the one dooming me.

Jiyong taps the wood softly. “Y/N, open the door.”

“Just go to sleep, please,” I cry.

“Dammit, Y/N! Open this door now. I’m sorry, okay?” he shouts and begins to pound at the door.

Praying that he won’t bust through the door, I force myself up off the floor and pad over to the dresser to dig through my bottom drawer. When I see the white of the paper, relief washes over me, and I go into the closet and close myself in there. As I begin reading Jiyong’s note to me, the pounding at the door is drowned out to the point of no longer existing. The ache in my chest dissolves along with my headache. Nothing exists except this letter, these perfect words from my imperfect Jiyong.

I read it over and over until my tears stop along with the noise from the hall. I desperately hope that he didn’t leave, but I’m not going out there to find out. My heart and my eyes are too heavy. I need to lie down.

Taking the letter with me, I drag my body to the bed, still wearing my dress. Eventually sleep comes to me, and I am free to dream of the Jiyong that scribbled these words on a sheet of paper in a hotel room.

WHEN I WAKE UP in the middle of the night, I fold the letter up and place it back in my bottom drawer before opening the bedroom door. Jiyong is asleep in the hallway, curled up in a ball on the concrete floor. Figuring I shouldn’t wake him, I leave him alone to sleep off his intoxication, and go back to sleep.

a/n well what a drama

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