#bigbang fanfic

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Tuesday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Jiyong Week Start

Next

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Warning level: suggestive (higher end of suggestive)

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I woke up with my head smushed against Jiyong's shirt, and his arms wrapped tightly around my body. Which is to say: I woke up confused. I remembered everything, but I couldn't really make sense of it.

I was not the type to back down from a building argument. At least, I tried not to be. And kissing him again? I knew how I had gotten there, but in the light of day I just couldn't make the logic work out the same as it had last night.

But I could work that stuff out later. Right now, I had to peel a human banana clip off of myself and track down a production… assistant? Director? It occurred to me that I didn't actually know what Chul's job title actually was.

Again, not a priority at the moment.

I shook my head, trying to knock loose the cobwebs that had accumulated in there overnight. I immediately regretted the action as an invisible band tightened itself around my temples.

Muffling a groan, I rolled towards the edge of the bed, finding my escape from his clutches easier than I had expected.

Jiyong only let out a soft whine, but stayed asleep. I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it towards his arms. He readily accepted it, pulling it into his body in a stranglehold.

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Once I was above deck, I located a staff person that I vaguely recognized. I had seen her around a few times, typically with an assortment of cords in her hands.

This morning however, she was leaning against a railing. In one hand she had some sort of snack bar, in the other she seemed to be scrolling through sns.

As I approached, she gave me an apologetic look - covering her somewhat full mouth and bowing. I waved a hand and shook my head, hoping I was coming off as nonchalant and not grimacing too much from the growing dizziness between my eyes.

"Sorry for interrupting," I started, "I just wanted to know if Chul is around."

"Mm," she paused, finishing chewing before continuing, "he's still downstairs. I guess he's got motion sickness pretty bad."

"Ah," I frowned, "I was hoping to talk to him before everything really got started today."

"Hmm…" she looked a little unsure.

"Please."

After a second, she nodded. "I'll show you," she offered.

I followed her back below deck.

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The room was smaller. Substantially so. Obviously meant as staff quarters.

It annoyed me, but I figured I'd gone on enough anti-capitalist tangents before. Besides, if Chul wasn't feeling well there was no reason for me to bring more negativity to him.

I also had something more urgent to address.

Chul looked like shit. He was rumpled. Hair stuck out at odd angles, wrinkled clothes, and that wince of illness. He was busy shaking some tablets onto his hand.

"Hey," I took a seat on an empty bunk, "anything I can do to help?"

He shook his head, wincing again.

"I've got dramamine and pain killers," he huffed, "I'll live. What's up?"

I sunk into myself slightly, feeling a little guilty that I was - once again - coming to him for a favor.

"I…" I paused as another staffer came in for a moment. They grabbed a bag and left without a word. Wordlessly, Chul handed me the bottle of pills. Taksen. I took two, nodding in thanks as he handed over a bottle of water as well.

I waited an extra second after swallowing the pills before starting again.

"I'm worried about this week."

Chul nodded, silently urging me to continue.

"I woke up and…" I blinked, brows dipping as I thought it over again, "I can't make sense of last night."

"Yeah," he agreed, "I didn't expect you two to get over things so quickly."

"Exactly!" I nodded - ignoring the headache, "it's like Ji… he just knows how to get past my guard somehow."

Chul hummed, a thoughtful look taking over his features.

"But… what does this have to do with me?" He asked.

"I… I don't know. I just wanted…" I frowned. What did I want? Someone to keep an eye on me? Someone to talk to?

"I just wanted to know if I was crazy or not for thinking it was strange."

He laughed. Not at me. More of a what can I say sort of laugh.

"The whole thing is strange. Has anything happened to you this last month that isn't strange?"

I rolled my eyes, huffing at him and crossing my arms.

"Okay," I conceded, "but this is extra strange. I couldn't stand his jealousy, but one conversation later I let him sleep in my bed?"

Chul lifted an eyebrow, teasing me.

"Shut up," I snapped, "nothing happened. Just sleep."

He shook his head, raising his hands as if showing his innocence.

"But it's still weird!" I pushed. "I remember the conversation. That one bit shouldn't have been enough."

He sighed, shrugging.

"This whole thing between you two has been a roller coaster. Maybe this is just another up."

I groaned, but didn't speak. He had something close to a point.

"You just have to survive a few days. Tomorrow is a group day, then Sunday as well."

"You know that this won't just end on Sunday," I grumbled.

"True," he leaned forward, patting my knee reassuringly, "but we can worry about that next week. For now, let's just focus on today."

"Fine," I agreed, "but just…"

I stumbled over my words again.

Luckily, Chul knew what I was getting at.

"Hey, I can always make up some technical interruption if you need me to. Not forever, but for five minutes at least."

I nodded. Standing up, I placed a hopefully not overly familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you Chul," I squeezed his shoulder slightly, "seriously."

He nodded.

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I had hoped that Jiyong would be gone by the time I returned to my cabin. Or at least still dead asleep. Instead he sat up when I entered, pouting over my pillow at me.

I froze, just for a second. Thankfully, he seemed sleepy enough to have missed it.

"You left me alone," he croak-whined.

"I figured you could use the sleep," I shrugged. I sat on the edge of the bed and hauled my backpack from where I had stashed it on the little armchair yesterday.

His pout stayed in place as he shoved the pillow behind himself and lifted his arms towards me.

"Come back to me, my love."

I cringed at the endearment. It sounded hollow somehow.

"Luna?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyebrows were drawn together, and he appeared to be giving me a thorough looking over.

"Hmm?"

He didn't immediately answer. Instead, he sat up and leaned forward. Supporting himself on his knees and one hand, he reached forward and pushed the hair out of my face.

"Are you not feeling well? I'm sure I have medicine or something with me."

I shook my head, pulling away from his hand.

"No," I turned my attention back to my bag, "I already got something from Chul."

Jiyong crawled forward, invading the space next to me.

'What did he give you?"

I shrugged, still searching through my bag. "Just something for my headache. You know how it i- Ah there it is!"

I held my toothbrush aloft in triumph.

Jiyong smiled, presumably at my antics, but continued his questioning.

"But what specifically?"

"Why does it matter?" I retorted, moving towards the ensuite so I could finally brush my teeth. I laughed at Jiyong's expression, now looking extra concerned. "I doubt he'd try to drug me or something."

"Of course," he nodded slowly, "he'd have to be a psycho to do something like that."

He moved awkwardly, getting himself untangled from the bed so he could follow me.

"Still," he took up residence behind me now, sneaking a hand around my stomach as I brushed my teeth, "it might react poorly with that tea."

I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror. I felt crowded, but resisted the urge to push him away. Maybe it was the… was this a hangover? PMS? Regardless, there was an uncomfortable feeling lingering through my body that I couldn't help interpreting as danger.

Jiyong took my lack of rejection as encouragement. He hooked his chin on my shoulder and lifted his free hand to brush my hair back from my face.

"I want to make sure that you're safe, my love."

That was going to get real old, real fast.

I shrugged myself from his clutches, spitting and rinsing my mouth before speaking.

"It was just Taksen," I turned to face, fixing what I felt was the fakest smile I had ever worn onto my face, "I'm sure I'll be fine Ji."

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We had lunch on the boat, a vegetarian take on naengmyeon.

"You know," I broke a not quite awkward silence as we ate, "I used to hate soup."

Jiyong looked up from his dish, frowning slightly.

"I'm sure they could make something else."

"No," I shook my head, "this is fine. I just was against soup on principle."

Jiyong blinked, squinted, and finally placed his elbow onto the tabletop and his chin into his palm.

"On principle."

It wasn't exactly a question, but it was clear he wanted further information.

"Well," I lifted my spoon, observing its contents closely. After a moment, I downed the liquid before continuing. "Soup is different back home." I held the spoon up, now watching the way the sunlight reflected off its surface.

Jiyong patiently watched my antics.

"Mostly it just seemed like someone made a meal and then," I shrugged, "decided to put it in water."

Jiyong looked down at his own bowl, brows drawing together as he considered the food before him.

"How is that different than this?"

I shrugged again. "Soup here seems to be done on purpose."

His frown deepened for a moment. Then, after shaking his head, he burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, unable to remain serious in the face of his outburst, "what's so funny?"

"I just," he shook his head again before leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm, "never know what you're going to say next."

A month ago - hell even a week ago - I would have expected that sentiment to be accompanied by a frown. Disapproval of what and how I choose to be. Now however…

He seemed to have forgotten his food, simply gazing at me with something like wonder writ across his face.

"Eat," I nodded towards his bowl.

His smile deepened. Shaking his head, his lips parted to speak.

"I-"

"Don't tell me you're full by watching me," I cut him off. "You need to eat."

He let out an abrupt laugh, but lifted his spoon regardless.

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I wasn't sure if it was exactly typical for yachts to pull up on Sindo. From what I could see, the boat that we were on was the only non-ferry visible. There was some discussion between pier staff, show staff, and even Jiyong himself at one point, before we were able to fully… park? I made a mental note to look up proper boating terminology.

Something about the way that Jiyong returned from the conversation sent a flag up in my mind. He looked sheepish, but happy - victorious, but a little shy. He had a bounce in his step that translated to his silly straw sun hat flopping slightly as he approached.

He looked like a dad on vacation that had just gotten a bargain.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as soon as he was close enough to talk to.

"Yes," he quickly answered. "I just have to, ah…" that slightly embarrassed look replaced his smile for a second.

"You didn't bribe them, did you?"

He laughed, but didn't answer. Not directly anyway.

"The manager's wife is a fan," he explained. "I just offered to sign a picture."

I squinted at him, trying to play up my disapproval.

"Jagi~," he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I got us a spot, right?"

I pursed my lips, letting out a "hmmph" noise.

"I did well," he wiggled my shoulders back and forth, teasing, "right jagiya?"

"I guess it's okay," I gave him a sidelong look, "as long as we're not breaking a law or anything."

A slightly confused look took over his features for a moment as he tilted his head.

"I don't think so," he murmured, "even if there is one, it will only be a fine."

I sighed deeply, remembering a phrase that my friends back home and I used to say pretty often: 'Punishable by a fine' just means 'legal for rich people.'

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We navigated renting some scooters, including two bigger ones that were more like golf carts for the staff and their gear, and headed out. It was already near noon when we had arrived, so we stopped in a small cafe for something to eat before heading towards Modo.

It was something like a break, but not really. Jiyong had suggested we share a scooter, but I had wanted a little bit of extra freedom.

"Think of the show," Jiyong pouted.

"I am," I countered. "Just imagine how fun it will be for the audience when I inevitably run off on my own and you have to chase me down."

I heard Chul snort out a laugh somewhere off camera at that.

"My love," Jiyong's pout deepened, "think of the way their hearts will flutter when you put your hands around my waist."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes for good measure.

"That's actually dangerous. If anything I'd have to grab your hips or shoulders," I shrugged. "Holding your waist messes with your center of balance."

The pout was gone. In its place was a blank stare, seasoned by a few blinks.

In the end, I allowed him to "convince" me. Truth be told, I was beginning to have a headache again, and I figured I might be better off if I let him "drive". I also begged another painkiller off Chul, who made a point of holding the back of his hand to my forehead and squinting at my eyes and hands.

"Do I pass the inspection?"

Chul's eyes narrowed, "for now. Here."

With that, I was handed a tablet, a bottle of water, and a helmet before settling in behind Jiyong on the little moped.

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The air on my face felt nice, doing a little bit to clear the ache in the center of my forehead. It also helped that most of what I could smell was salt, mud, and algae. I breathed deep, shutting my eyes to block any potential motion sickness from compounding the horrendously loud pounding of blood in my ears.

I was a little disappointed at missing most of the view while we rode. I had searched the island online when the plan was initially proposed and knew that I was surrounded by greenery and farms. I hoped I'd be able to see them on the way back.

At first, I was a little bitter about going to Modo with Jiyong. It was on my list, buried in my liked photos on my private Instagram. Somehow, I doubted Jiyong knew that though. Much more likely was the chance that he simply looked up day trips on the islands and things to do.

Not that that was a bad approach. I had simply been spoiled by Seunghyun and Daesung's attentiveness.

I allowed myself a moment of malcontent before convincing myself not to let petty details ruin Baemikkumi for me.

Getting an afternoon snack also helped. I excused myself to the bathroom after ordering, taking an extra moment to pat some cool water over my face and neck. The day was hot, extra humid due to being on the series of islets.

It also gave me a moment to respond to messages that I had been ignoring.

From: Hugeboy Any clarity on that mysterious situation you were in? σ(^_^;)? From: Hugeboy Ah… I know you're probably just busy but still it feels a bit… From: Hugeboy I want to call you From: Hugeboy But I don't want to be a bother From: Hugeboy I miss you ｡･(つд`｡)･｡ From: Hugeboy Maybe I should be embarrassed about saying that From: Hugeboy No! I don't care if it's embarrassing! From: Hugeboy I! Miss! You! ♡♡♡♡♡ (*T^T)

I couldn't help but to half smile, half pout, at his messages. Reading back over them I couldn't help but feel a little bad about not having responded. Still, I supposed I had a pretty good reason. At least on Sunday.

To: Hugeboy Would you believe me if I said I miss you too? To: Hugeboy I had a sort of… medical issue?? To: Hugeboy Nothing serious. Just stress. To: Hugeboy Honestly, I think I'm still recovering.

For perhaps the second time ever, he didn't instantly respond. Well, that's only fair. I checked my other messages.

From: Zico You know what I'm going to say, right? ㅋㅋㅋ From: Zico I think he's really lost it this time From: Zico Seriously… are you a witch or something? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

That last message had been accompanied by a blurry video of what appeared to be Mino. He sat with his phone in his hands, staring at it with an obvious pout on his lips. I couldn't truly make out what he was saying, but I could tell it was something like:

"... doesn't… nothing…"

A few seconds before the video ended, a new message came in from Zico.

From: Zico

I would ask why Mino just texted me asking for advice on playing it cool, but I think I already know the answer.

I snorted a laugh and quickly typed a reply.

To: Zico Why should he start now?

To: Hugeboy I like that you're embarrassing~~ ♡ To: Hugeboy Better to be embarrassing and real than to be cold and uncaring From: Hugeboy Fine! I miss you more than makes sense (*T^T) From: Hugeboy When can I see you? To: Hugeboy I don't know. I'm sorry. From: Hugeboy It's not your fault ＼(_ _) To: Hugeboy Still… To: Hugeboy I have to go. I'll message you again soon I promise.

With that, I clicked my phone back to locked, and headed back outside.

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Jiyong insisted we rehydrate, a set of iced teas mixed with fruit juice already on the table when I returned.

"Making sure to take care of me?" I teased him.

"I always take care of you."

At Jiyong's suggestion, plenty of photographs were taken. Primarily of me. I did offer a few times to take pictures of him, but he'd simply shake his head and say he had enough photos of him to last a lifetime.

That seemed both reasonable and a little unfair. Not to him. He was right. Nobody needed more photos of him. But it was unfair to put me in the spotlight with so little warning.

Once we were in the park, it was every few minutes with him. He'd point at something and ask me to pose next to it. As if I knew the first thing about posing.

I tried to push the negativity out of my mind. For years I had been the photographer for my friends. Ninety percent of the photos that existed of me were mirror selfies, or taken using a makeshift tripod and the timer function. I took a moment to be grateful for the influx of proof of life provided over the last few weeks.

Besides, the picture of me being held in giant metal hands did come out nicely.

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Just a short while later, Jiyong was sulking.

Well, not actually. He was playing it up for sympathy, scowling as the yacht pulled closer to the dock on the mainland. I pretended that I hadn't noticed.

"It's a shame," I said as casually as I could.

I was rewarded with shining puppy eyes from Jiyong.

"We didn't even get a chance to go into the ocean water this whole time."

Jiyong grimaced. Obviously, this was not what he had been hoping to hear. No doubt he would have liked for me to say I wished we could spend another night on the boat. Or perhaps that I didn't want to return to the house.

Truth be told, I was itching to get into the giant tub in my room. I couldn't wait to stretch out in a familiar bed again.

But the summer sun was still well above the horizon, so I was willing to bet that the approaching dock was not the end of the day.

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We ended our day at a bar masquerading as a barbecue restaurant. Nothing fancy, thank god. Just a little meat, a few vegetables, and a small gas fire to cook them over.

And soju.

Of course soju.

I contemplated the mushroom tipped shaft before me, pretending to ignore the shot that Jiyong had placed beside my plate.

"Come on," he whined slightly, meat tongs now back in hand. "Don't make me drink alone."

I sighed, biting the earthy brown cap off the skewer in my hand before turning to down the drink.

"That's my girl."

I made a point of rolling my eyes at his words. He just laughed and tossed back his own drink.

He's in a good mood. We had been in that weird confrontation for so long that I had forgotten about this version of him. Relaxed, happy, not mistaking jokes for attacks - this was the version of him I had fallen for in those early days.

"Hey."

I blinked, shaking my head slightly as I came back into the moment. The cup next to my plate was full again. I reached out to take it, but two fingers fell across the top to stop me. Looking up, I saw Jiyong watching me with that soft look he had been wearing for the last two days.

"Where'd you go?"

The seat I was in didn't really have a back to it, otherwise I would have leaned back. As it was, I supported myself with an elbow on the edge of the table.

"I was just thinking. About the beginning."

A moment of silence passed between us then. For me, it was reflective. For him… well…

He shook himself out of it and set the food aside so it didn't burn. After making sure everything was safely set, he sat down facing me. He shuffled to the edge of his seat and reached forward to grab the legs of mine to pull me closer.

"What?" It felt like a reasonable enough question.

"It can be like that again, jagiya."

He picked up my hand from the table, winding it into his own. His thumb brushed over my fingers for a moment before he pulled my palm to his cheek. Quickly, he pressed a kiss against my hand before securely holding it against his skin.

"I can make it like that again," he stared, an intensity that made my skin flush but also crawl.

"Ji," I tried to pull my hand away.

"No," he renewed his grip, pressing another kiss against my fingers before continuing, "I'll do whatever I need to do to make you realize that it should be me."

I experience an odd mix of reactions to that. My neck tensed, hairs prickling up off my skin as if his words had sent a cold breeze across my back. I felt goosebumps raise over my arms.

On the other hand, my stomach swooped and fluttered. A warmth spread down from my gut, part of my body clearly reacting well to the earnestness of his words.

"Just let me prove it to you this week."

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I silently wished that we had taken one of the company cars to the pier yesterday. Not necessarily one of the giant vans, but just something with another driver. A chaperone.

As we hadn't, I was stuck in Jiyong's car with him. Not that I thought he'd do anything too scandalous. There were still cameras in his car after all.

No, it was a more internal issue than that. With an external cause. That I was internally incapable of solving.

Jiyong's hand was on my thigh.

Which was fine. It was fine. It was a respectful enough distance between my knee and my hip. It was simply resting there, largely inactive save for a few swipes of his thumb over my skin. It was fine. I could deal with this.

Except for that gut churning warmth from before that was still sitting behind my waistband. Except for the tell-tale sensation of my body preparing itself for something that it was not going to get.

But it was nice. In a way.

I glanced at Jiyong, which may have been a mistake. I don't like to think of myself as being shallow but good lord the budding tension would be easier to prune back if he wasn't so fucking pretty.

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Finally we were back home, as much as that word meant anything anymore.

I was glad to be back in the house. I tried to remember where I was in my cycle. Had I last had my period during Seungri's week? Maybe it had been Daesung's? It wasn't totally out of the question that my hormones were simply amped up.

It usually wasn't this noticeable though. I was overtly aware of the wetness between my legs. Every step I took was accompanied by a naggingly persistent glide of self-lubricated flesh.

In a number of different situations, it would be titillating. In this one it was almost concerning.

"I'm going to head to bed," I was perhaps a bit curt with my words, but I was aching to get into the bathroom and clean myself up.

"Are you feeling okay?" Genuine concern filtered through Jiyong's words.

Maybe I wasn't doing as good of a job covering as I had thought.

"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. Doing my best not to meet his eye, I came up with a weak excuse. "I'm just tired from traveling and everything."

In the periphery of my vision, I was aware that he was nodding. I pretended to focus on putting my shoes away neatly.

"Jagi," his hand found my wrist, "I…"

I forced myself to meet his eye. He really was so fucking pretty.

I wasn't aware that my mouth had opened until I felt his thumb brush over my bottom lip. When had his hand reached my face?

Against my better judgment, my tongue dipped out - primarily to wet my lips, but incidentally lapping at his skin.

He even tasted pretty.

This close, I could see the blemishes underneath his makeup.

"Oh you guys are back."

Jiyong pulled away from me, scalded by embarrassment or annoyance.

Taeyang stood in the openway, in all the glory of what I was sure was one half of a matching couple's pajama set, holding a glass of water. His eyes shifted between the two of us. There may as well have been chemical formulas flying around his head with how hard he was staring at us.

Good lord I was glad to see him. His presence had been exactly the shock I needed to escape whatever was going on with me. Hormones, alcohol… whatever it was, I was glad for the distraction.

"I'll go first," I mumbled, carefully avoiding touching either of them as I moved.

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My body bounced with the force I had thrown myself at the mattress. The inspection I had given myself in the shower had confirmed what I already knew. I debated texting Daesung, weighing the chances of us somehow getting caught. Typically I'd have no problem staying quiet, but with how amped up I was… there was really no telling.

Though I had teased him about tying him to the bed. What better time to try it than ri-

My thoughts were cut off by a tapping at the glass doors. Scrambling for decency's sake, I retracted my hand that had been making its way between my legs of its own accord. I tightened my robe around myself before pulling the curtain aside just enough to see who was there.

I was greeted by raised eyebrows paired with one hand holding a bottle, and the other holding a pair of wine glasses. The eyebrows jumped comically. Laughing, I took a step back and unlocked the door to pull it open.

"I thought you might need to debrief."

I shrugged, making my way to the seat by the vanity.

"It's legitimately strange how well you know me sometimes."

Seunghyun just smiled as he toed off his shoes and slid the door shut behind him. After being prompted by a pointed nod from me, he made sure the curtains were back in place as well - a shield for our private conversations.

"I heard he took you on a boat," Seunghyun stated it like a fact, but I could tell he wanted confirmation.

I hummed, watching him uncork the bottle and pour us both a glass. His fingers were deft and swift. They moved with confidence through the series of motions.

"-by? Yah…"

I shook my head, pulling myself back to the moment.

"Sorry," I frowned, "what were you saying?"

He chuckled, holding a glass out towards me. I stood to take it, standing perhaps a little closer to him than was absolutely necessary.

He held his glass towards me. Raising my own, I lightly tapped it against his.

He gave me a pointed look.

"No," I said, "you should drink first oppa."

He raised an eyebrow at that, but he also raised his glass. After allowing him to take his time to taste the wine and swallow, I spoke up again.

"How is it?"

"Jammy," he said after considering his words carefully, "a little tart. Not bad."

I hummed.

He had to have known what I was doing. No way was I subtle about it.

He didn't stop me though.

I couldn't really make out such details that would lead to the descriptor of "jammy", but I could taste the remnants of sweetness and sourness well enough on his tongue.

After a moment I pulled away. Lifting my hand, I thumbed away an invisible droplet from his lips. The thumb was then placed against my own, my tongue coming out to taste it in a much more acceptable adaptation of the earlier moment with Jiyong.

Trained as they were on his face, it didn't escape my eyes the way Seunghyun's attention was locked onto the movement.

"Put that away before you cause trouble," his voice sounded strained when he spoke.

"Hmm…" I smiled up at him, "don't want to."

He took a moment to carefully place both of our glasses further back on the vanity. Straightening up afterwards, he took another moment to look me over. One of his arms looped around my back, pulling me close as his eyes ran over my face, neck, and assorted other spots of exposed skin.

Eventually, his eyes landed back on mine.

"How are you feeling?"

What a loaded question. I had already been fighting a losing battle against an unexpected wave of arousal when he showed up. I was a little embarrassed that all thoughts of Daesung had been pushed from my mind until this exact moment. That of course led to a brief detour into shame. That particular spiral was then cut short by how good Seunghyun's fingers felt on my skin when he reached up to brush my hair from my face.

His stern features were soft. It was a look that I kept seeing from him more and more often. A look I could see myself getting used to.

A look that simplified my answer.

"Good."

He nodded, serious as ever.

"A little more…" I tilted my head, thinking of how to describe it, "awake than I expected," I admitted.

There was a moment then. We both seemed to be waiting for something, but I didn't know what that might be.

It turned out to be my tongue. Once again, I slid it over my lips. More from nerves than anything else.

Seunghyun dropped his head slightly to press his lips against mine.

I hoped he wouldn't hold the sound I made against me. It was embarrassing enough just to have such a strong reaction to him. My head spun, thinking about the ups and downs of our dynamic over the last month. Or maybe it was from the kiss itself.

We had kissed before. Obviously. But this was different. This was a fight against a riptide, and I was more than willing to drown.

"Baby," Seunghyun was mumbling against my lips.

I groaned, annoyed at the attempted interruption.

"Baby."

He forced us apart this time. It was like he was determined to ruin the vibe.

"What?" I couldn't help the annoyed tone that slipped into my voice.

Confusion flashed over his face for a moment before he hardened his gaze.

"What happened?"

I blinked. I was not following his train of thought at all.

"What… you mean with Jiyong?"

He nodded, solemnly watching me.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "We went on a boat, we went to a sculpture park, we…"

I cut myself off. Did it really matter? A momentary lapse in judgment in a yacht hot tub with a man who was functionally my ex?

"Baby," softer this time, "you don't have to hide anything from me."

"We…" I huffed, then started again, "I…"

Seunghyun maneuvered the both of us, moving so he could sit at the vanity and pull me onto his lap.

"Take your time."

I let him pull me into him. Resting my head against his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his hands soothing down my back. Breathing deeply, I could smell some faint cologne struggling to cover up that ever present tobacco scent that clung to him.

"It's stupid." I was pouting again, but trying not to let it color my voice too much. I'd much rather go back to the kissing than talk about how Jiyong could seemingly climb inside my skull at will.

"What is?"

"Me," I moved against him, getting my head into a more comfortable position. If that position also put me in closer reach of teasing his neck and ear… he didn't seem to notice, "probably."

"We both know that's not true," he laughed.

I didn't protest, but I didn't agree either. Instead, I simply sighed heavily, trying to sneak my lips onto where I could feel his pulse in his neck.

"Baby," he gently admonished me. His hands pulled me upright to meet his eyes again. "You know I'd love to keep going, but you also know this is a coping mechanism."

I rolled my eyes, "don't pretend you know me better than I know myself."

That got a reaction out of him.

His hand raised, tightly gripping my chin so there was no way I could look away again.

"Listen to me baby," his voice had gone deep with the intensity of his message, "I would have no issue fucking you until you couldn't walk, if that's what you truly wanted."

Another embarrassing sound eked its way up my throat and out from between my lips.

Seunghyun paused his lecture to kiss me, rougher than I had expected. He bit my lower lip, pulling a groan from me as he pulled back.

"However," he shook my chin slightly, demanding my attention raise from his lips to his eyes again, "I will only do so when I am one hundred percent certain that it is what you want and not just a distraction."

What was there for me to do besides blink? And after that, what option did I have but to start crying?

"Baby," he dropped his grip from my chin and tugged me against his body in a tight hug. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. I'm sorry baby. Please don't cry."

"I… I just don't understand…" I sobbed, embarrassment no longer a concern. "How…. He… Ji…"

"Deep breath baby," he crooned into my ear. He started rocking slightly, obviously going all out in his attempt to comfort me. "Breathe for me. You have all night to tell me what happened."

I'm sure all eloquence was lost as I tried to explain through unintelligible sobs and the deep breaths that Seunghyun would occasionally remind me to take, but eventually I was able to explain my concerns. At least to the point that Seunghyun eventually started telling me that I didn't need to explain anymore.

"It's okay, baby," his voice was low, quietly reassuring me, "I understand."

"The worst part is I don't even know why I care," I whined, "I just want him out of my head."

By now, we had made our way onto my bed. Seunghyun laid on his side, arms pulling me protectively into his chest while I had rambled out my complaints.

"Just being around him is like getting drunk," I mumbled. "I feel defenseless."

"You-"

A knock on the glass doors interrupted him. He frowned, looking down at me questioningly.

"Did you invite Daesung down?"

I shook my head, nerves twisting my gut.

"Maybe he want-"

My text tone interrupted me. Shuffling to free my hand from between Seunghyun's and my bodies, I turned to grab it from where I had dropped it on the mattress earlier.

From: Llyong Boho Awake?

I shut my eyes, holding my phone up for Seunghyun to see. I felt the soft vibration of another message coming in while he looked at the screen.

Seunghyun's jaw tightened. He took the phone from my hand and sat up.

"Don't…"

He leaned down to press a kiss against my forehead.

"I'm not going to message him. Just wait here for a moment, okay? I'll tell him you're sleeping."

I nodded, wondering why he looked so tense.

He stood up and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Back and forth, messing it up and then smoothing it back. After a second he undid the buttons of his shirt, all of them undone before he misbuttoned one near the middle. He paused for half a second. Nodding to himself, he then took his belt off. He let the leather strap land on my floor before he turned his attention back to me.

"Unlock your phone."

I pressed my thumb against the fingerprint reader and handed it over to him.

"Thank you baby. Pull the blanket over yourself, okay?"

I did as he asked, going as far as turning to face away from the sliding doors so Jiyong wouldn't see my face.

I heard the plastic rattling sound of the curtain runners, followed by the whooshing noise of the sliding door opening.

"What do you need?"

"What are you doing here?"

The crunching of gravel, followed by the whoosh of the door. I assumed Seunghyun had stepped outside.

It was a little disappointing to not be able to hear the conversation. However, I could appreciate not being drawn into it at all.

After maybe fifteen minutes, there was that whoosh yet again. I felt my body tense up.

"Baby?"

I relaxed, turning over to look up at Seunghyun. He gave me a small smile.

"He went back upstairs."

I nodded, "you didn't have to do that."

He placed my phone on the bedside table before unbuttoning his shirt again.

"I know, but I'd rather I deal with him than make you do it."

He moved as he spoke, draping his shirt over the seat by the vanity before turning back towards me. He nodded at the space next to me on the bed.

"Can I?"

Rather than answer, I simply opened my arms towards him.

His smile was wider this time, as he bent down to crawl up the mattress and over my body.

Supporting himself on his knees and forearms, he brushed his nose along my neck. It was followed by his lips pressing against my jaw.

"Hyun…" I sighed out his name as what had started as me baring more of my neck towards him turned into a stretch.

"Yes?" He asked, pulling away to watch me.

I traced my fingertips over his ribs and onto his back, pouting slightly. "Don't stop."

He moved, working one of his knees between mine and coming in for a kiss.

Just shy of my lips, he spoke again.

"I'm still not going to fuck you tonight."

I whined, digging my nails into his back to further express my annoyance.

He laughed, leaning onto his side slightly so he could run a hand down the side of my body.

"If you need me that badly," he paused to kiss my cheek lightly, "there are other things I can do."

His fingers paused, dipped just slightly under the waistband of my pajama shorts.

"Would you like that baby?"

[vamp-doll-diva]

The True Saviors - a Walking Dead fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) , Kang Daesung (Daesung/D-Lite), Dong Youngbae (Taeyang/Sol) , Choi Seunghyun (TOP), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 3 @ fanfiction.net

[absentcaryatid]

The Day You Met T.O.P

A BIGBANG fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Your birthday surprise tangentially related to a favorite K-pop group turns out far better than your brother ever could have planned.

1.4K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no romance

~

Your brother would get credit for the idea to join him for a week as he summered in Tarquinia, Italy for his doctoral research. The cost however, was borne by your parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had saved together to very generously pay your way in honor of such a milestone birthday. The trip of a lifetime had already been a dream come true with your knowledgeable host and guide. So far, you had enjoyed sightseeing together in the historic small town but for your birthday itself your brother had a far more recently built attraction in mind. It was a short drive through the beautiful tree-lined countryside before he pulled up at Piani degli Alpaca.

“This name is familiar.”

He grinned, “It will come to you. You know how I always have promised you'd see BIGBANG one day? I'll do what I can to get us tickets when they start touring again but for now this is the closest I could get.”

By your face it was easy to tell when you figured what that meant. Breaking into laughter you marveled, “This is that alpaca farm Choi Seunghyun has as his only Instagram follow!” The eccentric eldest member of BIGBANG was your favorite and you enjoyed the variety of content he shared with fans including plenty of visual arts and artists. Popular as he was, the only account T.O.P followed was this very business and you were ecstatic to be there. “So, can I meet the alpaca they named after him?”

“Well,” he hedged looking at the signboard, “we got here on the late side just after noon and they close for midday. We might have to come back later when they reopen at 3 PM.” He parked the rental car, then as you both got out noticed the portable signboard announcing a special booking that afternoon. He cussed under his breath at the unexpected news. Not that you could read Italian, but with enough English speaking tourists the bilingual message was understandable to you as well.

Given the circumstances, it was fortunate your brother knew 14th century Italian as a side effect of being a classical literature major specializing in Dante and Boccaccio. His present-day Italian was coming along but not quite fast enough. The staff member collecting entrance fees did not speak your language but with a lot of patience and good humor on both sides your sibling successfully begged to quickly pop in to get you to see T.O.P the alpaca. After all, you would be leaving the country tomorrow and this was his only chance to get you in. That particular animal had not come up in his literature studies but from the signs around the farm it was easy to guess the word was the same in Italian as English.

The ticket agent had taken pity on you both after a bit of work to understand his far out of date speech. It had been your good idea to show off your ID card which was a deciding factor. The great distance you had journeyed, and that it really was your birthday today, earned an agreement to sneak you in quickly. Drawing the shade over the window to close for the day, she left the booth and escorted you straight to TOP's enclosure.  The grounds had already cleared out of other tourists as far as you could see, so the next thing that happened came as a surprise in several ways.

Aiming your phone, your brother was about to take a picture when a deep voice offered assistance so you could be in the photo with the alpaca together. Handing the device over without looking, but plenty of grateful thanks, he headed toward TOP the alpaca. Wondering if you had been bitten, your brother was concerned by the shocked look on your face as he approached the pen. Once at your side, a glance back to the flamboyantly dressed man now holding your phone gave an answer. If he was not Choi Seunghyun himself he was a perfect twin and just as stunning.

Laughing, T.O.P, for that was indeed who it was, reminded the two of you to smile. While he would not pose with you for a picture because that would be something every fan would then ask for on sight, you did discover a selfie taken before the alpaca one and it was a treasured gift. You figured T.O.P had trusted you to keep it to yourself so did not publish the photo online. Having it as yours alone to remember that moment and what came afterward made it more special anyway.

Despite his fame and work to attend to, the idol made some conversation and asked you not to disclose his presence. It turned out the afternoon booking for the farm was held by non-alpaca T.O.P to shoot some final scenes for a music video to be released soon. That was impressive enough, but for three more men to come into view greeting Seunghyun in Korean made your heart nearly stop. The rest of BIGBANG was on location too, despite it being T.O.P's solo comeback. You suspected the namesake alpaca was not to be the only cameo in the video. In what was an international gesture for silence, Seunghyun put a finger to his lips as you and your brother nodded. Eventually it would make the news sites that all the men from the group were in Italy at the same time but it would not be coming from either of you.

Taking out his own phone Seunghyun asked you to return the favor and take a group picture for him. Taeyang's wedding ring flashed in the bright Italian midday sun as he slung an arm around his teammate's shoulder. Daesung closed in on Seunghyun's other side and G-Dragon completed the group with a hand curved at Daesung's waist which the other then comfortably mirrored. Their smiles were brilliant and you realized you would never get over the opportunity you had been given today. The alpaca handlers nearby seemed nonchalant so probably were not yet fans of the global idols before them. It was probably for the best not to have the video interrupted by fannish devotion from the farm staff.

You nearly fainted when each of the members shook your hand in thanks before waving goodbye. It was not like you to swoon but these guys were special to you in a way no other performers matched. Jiyong even complimented you on the vibrant watercolor style tattoo he spotted on your forearm. In so many ways, this was the best day of your life. Your brother was never going to let you live the magnitude of this birthday present down, even if what had made it such a standout had been completely out of his control. Really all he could claim credit for was the journey to Italy for a vacation, which was pretty impressive, and getting you to the alpaca breeders at closing time with almost no chance of getting in to meet the animal named after T.O.P.

Several weeks later your brother called you far too early in the morning excitedly asking if you had seen the new music video yet. He was understanding when your response was only a gasp, then hanging up on him to instantly. Autoplay kicked in as you searched T.O.P's channel for the latest content and you enlarged the window with anticipation. The farm only played a small part in the settings depicted but there were a few humorous scenes of the rest of BIGBANG doing things with TOP the alpaca as if he was their group mate instead. What really got you though came after the end credits scene with bloopers and the men goofing off. Seunghyun's solo comeback closed on a still photo, the very one you had taken, and the handwritten caption “friends forever.”

You were ready to die with happiness on the spot and fell back onto your pillow. Immediately calling your brother back he shared another bit of news. “Did you see the credits?”

“It went by so fast, and I was focused on the guys, of course,” you gushed while getting out of bed.

The smirk in his voice was audible. “Look again when you have the chance. While you were shaking hands Seunghyun asked me for your name.”

Sinking onto the mattress again before your legs gave out, you went back to YouTube and slowed down the scroll of names at the end. There you were, listed as “Photo credit” right before “Special thanks to TOP and all the other residents and staff at Piani degli Alpaca.”

~

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Under the Cherry Tree

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: fluff, angst, mention of murder and death

Summary: A tree that once held happy memories, now was the cause of all his pain.

Aemond walked through the gardens at a slow pace. His mind was racing faster than the mice he was scaring with his steps. The war was raging, swallowing the guilty and the innocent.

His gaze cast down to the ground as he went on ignoring his surroundings. This walk was not for pleasure he told himself. To an outsider, it seemed like he was aimlessly walking around the gardens. Stomping through the blooming outdoors like Vhagar when she was creating a space to sleep. He needed to reflect on his actions from the past months. How his actions had affected his family.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw the pink petals of a cherry tree crushed underneath his boots. He looked up and came face to face with his dear wife’s favourite tree.

For the first time he had been outside in the fresh air, he looked up at the sky. His vision was filled with pink blossoms. Delicate yet so powerful in fragrance. His racing mind came to a screeching halt. All of a sudden it was empty. No guilt, no rage, no fear. It was filled with nothing but nostalgia.

This tree was the symbol of love, their love. His wife used to sit under the tree’s roots. Looking up into the crown, watching bees and birds swarm around it. Often humming to herself, or maybe humming with the birds and insects.

Aemond used to watch her. Sitting on a stone bench far enough and out of her sight so she couldn’t see him, yet close enough so he could watch her. They hadn’t been betrothed long at the time; their unbreakable bond had not yet formed.

She was the one who approached him one day. Inviting him to sit with her under the cherry tree. Softly taking his hand and leading him over to it. Telling him to sit on the ground, in the dirt, next to her. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care if his clothes would get dirty. He wanted to be next to her. He wanted to feel the warmth he had longed for so long.

He had listened to her as she spoke about the different insects and birds making their home inside the tree. He recalled her warm smile spread across her delicate lips as she fondly spoke about the soft fragrance of the blossoms. How fond she was of it.

As a wedding gift, he had made it his mission to present her with the finest bottle of cherry blossom perfume. His wife had smiled so brightly as she saw it on her vanity. She had never worn a different perfume ever since. Always his. She once told Aemond, he had gifted her the scent of spring. He had laughed at her words, telling her he would bring her any season she desired.

Aemond was brought out of his thoughts by a single raindrop. Gone were the warm memories. His mind began to race again. His eyes hardened with every thought of betrayal and hatred. Slowly he unsheathed his sword. The steal glinting in the sun, reflecting the beauty of the pink blossoms.

With a roar, he drove his sword into the trunk of the tree. Over and over with brutal force until the mighty cherry tree gave way with a sick crack. It fell over to the cold stone ground. The petals of the fallen tree swaying in the stormy breeze.

Aemond let go of his sword and sank to the floor in shock at his actions. He gathered some petals from the floor and brought them to his nose. Tears gathered in his eyes as he smelled his dear wife’s scent.

How could he have betrayed her and their marriage? How had he neglected to protect her?

He could still see her body lying on their bed. She looked so beautiful lying on top of their bedding. He thought she was sleeping when he found her. He could feel the coldness of her beautiful skin.

He looked at the cut-down tree. His tears fell stronger as he realised he had dishonoured his wife again. He was a disappointment to her in life as in death. Cutting down her memory like it meant nothing to him.

His forehead rested against the trunk as he cried out. His pain was too much to bear. He needed to release it. It felt too painful to be left inside of him. He had to let it out.

He had killed the witch for what she had done to his dear wife. Bewitched him into sin, trying to lure him into her arms. He cried out again. Cursing the witch for destroying the only good thing in his life. She had looked so shocked as he drove his sword into her stomach. How he had cursed her and told her he did not care if she was a child. That she would feel the same pain he felt as he found his wife in their chamber. Poisoned by a cousin of her favourite tree. He should have known that a Strong bastard would destroy him eventually.

Aemond sat on the floor. The rain was pouring down on him. He did not care. He imagined his wife leaning over him, crying down on him as he sat before her dying tree.

If the opportunity came up, he would welcome death like a friend and ask the Stranger to let him see his beloved wife one last time before he fell into the pits of hell.

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This was inspired by the spring prompt from the picture challenge of @hotd-bigbang

[pato-roldnart]

Woooooo one more year of @tododekubigbang !!!

Here are the pieces I did with my wonderfull partner @selfindulgentkitten 🥺🥺💚❤️💙

I hope you all enjoy what we did!

Read This Is (Not) for the Best here

[king-vecnass]

'For thus merely touching you is enough, is best...'

An illustration/Cover for the fantastic work "you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves" By Seasidhe/Sidhe, as our Collaboration for the Harringrove BigBang. A fantastic fanfic centered around poems and I just adore it. ❤️ I will link the fic as soon as it goes live, so keep an eye out, and thank you to Sidhe for being an amazing and resolute partner. (We made it!! ✨) EDIT: Link to the fic is HERE! you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves - seasidhe (sidhedcv) - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Pearl of The Realm | Sneak Peek

Story Warnings: arranged marriage, canon-typical sexism, smut, 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

A/N: This story has some wonderful art done by @aegonx which will be available to view alongside the full fic when HOTD Big Bang is in full swing 😙 in the meantime, enjoy the teaser!

He knew that he would eventually have to marry someone, but it did little to take the sting away from it. Often, while his mother talked at him, he looked down at his boots, shifting his weight from his right, to his left, and to his right, again, batting little thoughts in his head.  What his mother didn’t know is what those ladies at court said about him while they supposed his back was turned. That he was of a violent disposition with a quarrelsome temper, one wrong movement or something as simple as a word spoken out of turn and he would dare not speak to the person in question for however long he deemed fit. That women thought of him as incapable of feeling something as beautiful as love, or even affection, given the sullen look he always wore, with barely-contained anger lurking beneath and an unexpressed pride in his position.  Aemond would never show that such words would have any effect on him with earnest. Sometimes it is better to not say anything at all, he concluded. This method had so often proven successful, it seemed little use to him to stray from it now.  He merely hoped that this woman his mother spoke of with such respect, was not one of the ladies at court. 

Coming to @hotd-bigbang in November '23!

[eldritch-thrumming]

September 1986

It’s a Saturday when they finally make it up to Bloomington. Steve had to bribe Robin into taking his afternoon shift by promising he’d take three of her Monday mornings in a row. It sucked, but looking over at Eddie in his passenger’s seat, hair whipping around him as he head bangs to whatever music he’s got playing on Steve’s car radio, he thinks it’s probably worth it. 

It takes them an hour to get there and once they reach the city limits, Steve has to turn down the music so Eddie can direct him to the store he’s been coming to for the last ten years.

“Used to come here as a kid, when I first moved in with Wayne,” Eddie tells him as he gestures for Steve to make a left at the light. “The guy who owns the place—Greg—is an old friend from, like, World War II or whatever. You know, that homoerotic male bonding trauma shit.” Eddie nudges Steve with his elbow, winking when Steve looks over. “Wayne’s the one who taught me to play, did I tell you that?” Steve shakes his head. “Well, he thought it’d be a good way to get out all that energy, I guess.” Eddie grins. “Greg used to give me these tapes of the local music scene, stuff he’d been able to record at live shows or people renting out his booth in the back. There was some fucking awesome stuff in there, some of the bands have even made it pretty big. Oh, take a right here and then another right at the stop sign.” Steve sees it before Eddie points it out, a big red guitar on the sign. “That parking lot there, Stevie.” Eddie makes a big show of pointing, practically leaning out of the passenger’s side window like a dog, as if Steve needs the help at all.

Steve pulls into a spot right in front of the store and puts the car in park. Eddie practically leaps from his seat, slamming the door behind him and bounding up to the double glass doors, not even waiting for Steve to climb out of the car himself before he’s pulling the door open and rushing inside. Steve just rolls his eyes, locking the car doors before he follows.

The place is exactly what Steve expected. A little bell twinkles overhead as he passes through the entrance. It’s a little dimly lit, due to the way the storefront is arranged, but Steve can clearly see the rows of guitars hanging from the walls, the bins of sheet music underneath. There are other instruments, too, a couple of upright pianos near the counter in the back, some electric keyboards, a whole section of violins. He can’t help but think about how Robin would love this place and makes a mental note to suggest they all come up here together sometime. Steve follows Eddie’s voice to the glass counter where the register sits, harmonicas lined up on shelves lined in velvet in the case below it.

“—my friend Steve,” Eddie’s saying, gesturing towards Steve as Steve comes to stand beside him. Steve looks up at the man he assumes is Greg. He’s older, maybe a little older than Wayne even, laugh lines around his mouth and an easy smile on his lips. He’s got a long grey ponytail to match his long grey beard. A green flannel hangs off his skinny frame. Eddie smiles at Steve, his hand brushing along Steve’s bicep as he turns to introduce him. “Steve, this is Greg.”

“Hey, Steve,” Greg reaches his hand out for a shake and Steve takes it. Greg’s hand is warm and dry, eyes sparkling, friendly. Steve feels safe here. “Eddie says he’s teaching you to play guitar. Not sure how much you’re gonna learn from ol’ butterfingers here.” He points his thumb at Eddie.

“Hey!” Eddie yells in mock offense. 

Greg laughs. “When Eddie was first learning, he’d try to snack and play at the same time. Always the same thing, those Bugles, you know?” He holds his hands up in front of him, wiggling his fingertips. Steve nods, grinning. “Hands full of grease, couldn’t get a grip on anything.” 

Steve’s grin widens when Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, okay, old man.” He lifts himself from where he’d been leaning on the counter, tapping is own fingertips along the glass. “How about you make yourself useful and do your job? Steve’s looking for a new guitar.”

“Awesome, man, first one?” Greg asks Steve.

“Uh, yeah, I’ve been borrowing a friend’s, but I’d like to get one of my own.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “Nothing too fancy, I don’t know much about anything really.”

Greg grins again. “A real newbie, I love that.” He walks across to the front left corner of the store. “Obviously you want an acoustic, easier to learn on, especially if this dumbass is the one teaching you.” Eddie lets out a sound of offense. “These are your best bet. No bells and whistles, nothing fancy. You can get fancier once you know more.” Greg turns toward Steve. “Wanna try some out?”

Steve nods and Greg slides a stool over, gesturing for Steve to sit. He pulls the first guitar off its hook and hands it to Steve. Steve strums a few chords.

“How’s it feel?” Greg asks.

“It’s good,” Steve says hesitantly.

“Good but not great, right?” Steve nods. “Yeah, I could tell. That’s okay. You’ll know when you feel it.” Greg takes the guitar back from Steve, handing him a new one.

After about four or five rounds, Greg pulls the last one off the wall. It looks a little like Robin’s, but the wood’s a little darker, almost red, and the finish is a little shinier. Steve’s fingertips are buzzing when he takes it from Greg and feels the smooth strings under his fingers. 

“That’s it, right?” Greg asks, smiling.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out. “This is it.” He returns Greg’s smile.

Eddie meets them back up at the counter, wandering over from where he’d been sifting through the sheet music. 

“Find one?” Eddie nods toward the case on the counter. 

“Found a real good one,” Greg tells him, snapping the lid of the case open to show him.

Eddie grins, dimples on full display. “Wow, Stevie.” Eddie looks over at Steve, face soft. “Looks great. Very metal.” 

Steve’s not entirely sure why that makes him blush.

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[billyharringson]

California Dreaming

Here is my @harringrovebigbang fic! I made this moodboard to go with it after my art partner had to unexpectedly drop out but I think it captures the vibe quite well.

Also @maggotpuke is the amazing person responsible for the long haired Billy in the moodboard.

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

The decision to go back to the beach to watch the sunset had been a spur of the moment thing when it became clear that his parents weren’t returning for the night. He’d pulled on his boat shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked the five minutes to the public stretch of the beach before really realising that he’d done so.

He’d almost turned back when he first saw the boy, suddenly embarrassed despite the fact that this boy had no reason to notice him. He sat down in the same spot that he’d occupied earlier, watching out of the corner of his eye as the boy stretched before grabbing his board and running towards the sea. He was alone this time, and as he paddled out there seemed to be a seriousness about him that hadn’t been there earlier.

As the sun began to set the boy stopped, sitting astride his board, his back to Steve, facing the horizon.

And so, the boy watched the sun set, and Steve watched the boy, watched his perfect silhouette until darkness fell.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53553550

[deviltsunoda-writes]

flowers / fernando alonso x ofc! kpop idol

summary; nobody expected fernando alonso to date a kpop idol

note; i am back in my kpop groove again fml

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kangjuni: JUNI EP ALBUM [Flowers]

2023.02.15 7PM (KST)

#JUNI #주니 #Flowers

#YGENTERTAINMENT #엔터테인먼트

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kangjuni: JUNI EP ALBUM [Flowers]

2023.02.15 7PM (KST)

TRACKLIST POSTER

#JUNI #주니 #Flowers

#YGENTERTAINMENT #엔터테인먼트

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user: Fernando and Charles??

user: Huh?

charles_leclerc: It was a pleasure to work with you Juni!

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kangjuni and charles_leclerc:

JUNI EP ALBUM [Flowers]

2023.02.15 7PM (KST)

'NOW (feat. Charles Leclerc)'

#JUNI #주니 #CharlesLeclerc #NOW #Flowers 

#YGENTERTAINMENT #엔터테인먼트

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user: They've gotta be together

user: 올해의 노래!

user: Charles x Juni my parents

user: Y'all are forgetting that there's an 11 year age gap between them

user: Nah forget Charles x Juni, Juni x Fernando is where it's at

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fernandoalo_official: your touch makes me feel like i'm floating forever

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user: Fernando soft launch??

user: Interesting…that's the English translation of Forever by Juni…

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kangjuni: Flowers; a letter. 

To Teddy, Kush, Vince and Hunseol. Thank you for working your magic on this album. It has been an absolute pleasure to work with you all, and hopefully we can do it again in the future! When I approached you three with an idea, I had no idea it would turn into something this big. 감사합니다!

Ducky, my big bro! Working with you is like a dream come true, ten year old me would be over the moon.  Jay, even though we've known each other since 2005, it has taken us this long to actually collaborate. Can you believe it? Charles, you're one of the most talented people I know, never let anyone take your spirit.

To my brothers, Seunghyun, Daesung, Jiyong and Youngbae. Look at us now. I'm so proud of what we've achieved, and what we're going to do in the future. The first day I met you all, I had no clue how I was supposed to work with four boys, but I'm so glad I stuck it out. Seunghyun, our wine dates kept me going through this creative process - the hangovers not so much. Daesung, my smiley brother. You cheer me up even in the darkest of times, though I do wish you'd wear more than just socks when you play the drums! Jiyong, like you've led BIGBANG through hard times, you've helped me so much personally. Thank you for all your advice, though it really should be me advising you! And Youngbae. You helped me with this album, even when you were completely sleep deprived from dealing with my nephew. Thank you for letting me crash on your couch, steal your food and steal your son when I'm craving auntie/nephew days.  I love you all so incredibly much. BIGBANG is forever. 

To my fans. This album is for you. It's a love story, a romcom, the perfect glass of wine, a warm bath on a cold day. Thank you for supporting me from day one.

And finally, to my husband. Nando, this album wouldn't have happened without you. You've supported me through everything - my brothers joining the military, hiatuses, creative slumps and crazy fans - and I don't know what I would do if you weren't firmly in my corner. You've given me a fair few heart attacks throughout our relationship, and you continue to do so, but that's what I love about you. 

Always yours, 

Kang Juri. 

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writer's note; i am incredibly proud of this one

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Monday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Previous

Next

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Most likely due to spending most of the previous day napping, I found myself waking up before dawn. I felt better. Somewhat. I wasn't about to hit the gym or run a marathon, but my headache had downgraded from migraine to vague annoyance, and my stomach was feeling just normal enough for me to feel like I was starving.

I shambled into the kitchen and started opening cabinets blindly.

"Go sit, I'll make breakfast."

I turned towards the sleep-roughened voice to see Jiyong making his way to the kitchen from the living room.

It was a version of him that I hadn't seen in weeks. Hair sticking up at odd angles, pajama pants wrinkled from sleep, and a smattering of tattoos on display under an unbuttoned matching top.

I had wondered before what the assorted letters stood for. Initials from exes? Family members? Artists? I was sure there were interviews somewhere that would answer the question, but I didn't particularly care enough to look them up. Or to ask about them.

"Did you sleep in the living room?"

He hummed his answer, nodding as he sleepily joined me in the kitchen.

Both of us having bare feet reminded me exactly how much taller I was than him.

He took advantage of it. Having reached my side, he looped his arms around my waist, shuffling to stand behind me. He laid his head against my neck, just barely tall enough to hook his chin on top of my shoulder.

"I wanted to be nearby if you needed anything."

I nodded, stretching my hand upwards to pull down "my" mug. The movement elongated my torso just enough that his chin slipped from its position.

"Let me help," he mumble-whined. His voice was muffled, and I felt his lips moving against the cloth of my own sleep shirt. "Go sit. I'll do this."

"I'm not crippled," I protested.

He seemed content, for the moment, to simply cling onto my back as I turned the kettle on and waited.

"Ji."

He hummed again, causing a vibration to run from my back to my chest.

"You're being clingy."

His hum this time was closer to another whine. Clearly, he didn't want to move. His hands dropped anyway, and he took a few steps backward to lean against the countertop opposite from where my tea was steeping.

"You should use the medicine one," he said, eyeing my mug.

I shrugged, "I'm okay now." Turning to mirror his own position, I lifted my mug and let the steam soothe over my face. "Besides, it tastes really fucking bad."

Jiyong watched me sip my tea. If not for the last month spent with the boys - and the assorted cameras - I would have been tempted to look away. But I was getting used to constant observation now.

I wasn't particularly aware of my expression at that moment, focusing more on not burning my tongue than governing my features. Whatever it was must have seemed bad to Jiyong though.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled looking down.

I felt my brows dip as I considered this.

"What for?"

"I shouldn't touch you that much yet," he kept his eyes cast down as he spoke. "I should have asked first."

He wasn't wrong. But I had just enough of that disoriented feeling from yesterday lingering that I couldn't find it in myself to care.

I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say. Should I forgive him? Tell him to do better in the future? I was so tired of the strange circles we kept drawing around each other. Why did we do that? We both kept to the edges of each other's personalities, as if the other would explode at any sudden movement.

I decided to light a fuse.

"Do you love me?"

I had expected him to jolt. To choke on air. To get nervous in some way because obviously he couldn't just admit it yet.

Jiyong jettisoned himself from the counter and stepped closer. The smile on his face was calm, almost serene. For some reason it unnerved me.

He lifted a hand to cup my cheek.

"I thought you had forgotten," he spoke in a voice that reminded me that the sun still hadn't risen. Not just quiet, but soft. Conspiratorial.

"Forgotten what?"

"All the blessings you could have," he leaned closer, head tilting to run his nose against my neck. "You just need to let me make everything perfect."

"Ji," I shivered, not knowing how to feel about the sensation of his skin on mine being so familiar.

"I love you more than any other."

His thumb slid upwards, running softly over my bottom lip. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell where this was going.

I wedged my hand between us, pushing him away and out of my space.

"It's just a question Ji," I turned away from him, pretending to go through the cupboards again, "not a confession."

I heard a small huff behind me, but when he spoke up again he didn't sound angry or upset.

"Go sit," he was using that soft voice again, "I'll make breakfast."

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Seunghyun joined us just as Jiyong was placing a plate in front of me. It was a rolled omelet style thing, cut into bite sized circles somewhat reminiscent of gimbap.

"Oh, excuse me," Seunghyun's fingers dipped towards the plate, only to be met with a flat whack of the spatula that Jiyong still held.

"I didn't make that for you," Jiyong chided him. "Give me a couple minutes and I'll make you some too."

Seunghyun rolled his eyes, but retracted his hand. Taking a seat next to me, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through what looked like emails. Every once in a while he'd swipe his way to another app to read some headline or other.

It was all very typical, down to the way his free hand seemed to oh so naturally find itself tucked over the curve of my leg. It rested just above where my knee bent outwards, forced into an odd angle by the fact that I was using my foot as a cushion. Every once in a while, his thumb would twitch and then smooth over the exposed skin.

Naturally. Normally. Without ado.

Jiyong cleared his throat.

Seunghyun and I both raised our heads - him from his screen, me from my plate.

Jiyong's eyes were trained on the angle of Seunghyun's arm, his hand itself hidden from Jiyong's sight by the edge of the breakfast bar.

"Ah," Seunghyun laughed, "that's right." He turned to face me, lifting his hand from my leg. It left a cold spot in its place - the absence of his body heat feeling stranger than its presence had.

"You're no longer mine."

He said it with that conniving smile that I was now so used to. I couldn't quite tell if he was teasing me or Jiyong.

"I never was," I responded with my own dry smile.

Jiyong barely muffled a laugh as he placed a plate in front of Seunghyun.

"You wound me, baby," Seunghyun whined, giving a dramatic show of pressing his hand to his chest.

I shook my head, returning my attention to my breakfast.

In my periphery, I saw Seunghyun lift the plate that Jiyong had set out for him. I felt, more than I saw, him stand up next to me.

Mouth full of egg, I couldn't speak when I felt his hand rest on the back of my neck. I let him tilt me towards him as he pressed his lips against my temple.

"I'll see you later," he took an extra moment to fix my hair, "my baby."

I didn't need to look up to know that Jiyong was frowning. I looked up anyway.

Jiyong glared daggers at Seunghyun as he left the room.

"Ji-yah," I called his attention back to me.

His sour expression remained when he looked back towards me. I decided that, for now at least, I didn't want to argue.

"What are we going to do today?"

His expression changed to one of surprise, before settling into a vague smile.

"Do you like boats?"

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Back in America, I had friends. Obviously. But I had a specific subset of friends who did a specific job that had specific… rules.

Sex workers. OF girlies. Discord Kittens. Sugar babies. Escorts. Whatever you wanted to call them, I had known a few.

Thus, I knew that one of the major rules was this: Do Not Get On The Boat.

However…

Chul looked a little green around the gills. I put a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly. I hoped it would be a comforting gesture, rather than making his seasickness worse.

He offered me a queasy smile, but didn't seem to trust his mouth to open without incident.

With all the staff around, I felt safe enough. Even if my biggest cheerleader so far was being betrayed by his own inner ear, I knew that Jiyong wasn't stupid. Not completely, anyway.

"What do you think?" Jiyong handed me a glass filled with ice, bubbles, and mint leaves.

Accepting the drink, I tried a sip while trying to think of what to say.

"Oh…" I grimaced at the bitterness, no doubt from the club soda.

"The boat is nice," I wiggled my glass slightly, "the mojito could use some more… something."

"I'll fix it."

He took the glass back and circled back around to the on deck bar. He poked around a bit, lifting bottles and smelling stoppers.

"So," I leaned on the bar like a patron in an actual establishment, "are we going somewhere specific? Or are we just having a day on a boat?"

"Well," Jiyong poured a bit of something into my drink and stirred it, "that's up to you."

He handed the glass over with a smile.

"Really?" I took it but held off on trying it again for now, "how so?"

"I had this big thing planned," Jiyong ducked under the bar, once again digging through bottles. "I was going to take you down to Jeju, rent a house for a few days."

He stood back up and started mixing a drink much darker than my own.

"But then we had our disagreement," he frowned, pausing his explanation to shake his drink vigorously. After a few seconds, he whacked the shaker against his palm to loosen it.

"It made me realize that I was perhaps being a bit much."

I hummed in agreement. He had been a bit much. More than a bit. He had dove in head first, without even checking what depth the water was.

"How does that lead us to today?"

He strained his drink into a rocks glass, and lifted it with a small smile.

"Well," he paused to taste the beverage he had just put so much effort into. Nodding with satisfaction, he joined me on the outside of the bar table.

He settled his glass on the table, and leaned into my space just a bit more than usual.

"I figured that the sea might still be relaxing for you. Clear air, no distractions," he gestured vaguely towards the water, "it's peaceful."

I scoffed slightly. He wasn't wrong, but he still had that self-congratulatory air about him.

Still… I had forgotten how fun our flirtations had been.

"You're losing the thread Ji."

I lifted my glass and tried it again. It was slightly better, though still noticeably bitter. The bitterness was somewhat hidden under the chlorophyll hints of mint now. I decided I could live with it.

"Right. Okay," Jiyong moved minutely closer, "here are the three options I've thought of - though feel free to add your own ideas."

I raised a brow, nodding for him to continue.

"We return to the house tonight."

"A safe option."

"Of course," he nodded, "and I'd understand completely if that's what you want to do."

"What else?" I pushed.

"We could stay on the boat tonight."

I tilted my head, not missing the way his eyes fell to my neck briefly.

"Could we really?"

That cock-sure smile fell back into place on his features.

"Of course we could. I can show you around the different quarters in a bit if you like."

"I'll take it into consideration," I nodded, "what's the third option?"

"We could spend the night in Jangbongdo."

I had a vague awareness of the island. At the very least, I recognized the name as being one of the islands near Incheon. Beyond that, I didn't know much else.

"Let's stay on the boat."

Jiyong smiled brightly. For a moment I thought he was going to lean in even closer, but instead he took a step back. Spinning on his heel, he did a full 360 until he was facing me again. He held a hand out towards me, waiting for me to take it.

"What?"

He waggled his hand, playfully egging me on.

"What?" I asked again. Lifting my glass to bring it with me, I stepped towards him. He took a half step back.

"Jiyah…"

"I said I'd show you the quarters," his smile widened, his cheeks nearly swallowing his eyes now, "didn't I?"

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Part of the tour included the on-deck hot tub, which naturally led to the both of us lounging in the water with the jets on and the heat set just high enough that the water wasn't chilled.

"You've been on boats before."

I let my head tilt to look at Jiyong, "hmm?"

"You do that thing," he seemed to be focusing on trying to create a miniature fountain using his hands as a tube, "one hand for yourself, one hand for the boat."

"Mm," I settled my head back again, closing my eyes against the rays of the sub. "One of my closest friends in high school was a fishing boy."

"Are you still friends?"

It sounded like a genuine question, for once. A question about a man that wasn't laced with jealousy.

I still prickled for a moment. Taking an extra second to relax, I reminded myself that - in this case - Jiyong truly didn't know the sore spot he was poking at.

"Well…"

"Ah," I felt his hand land on my knee under the water, "forget I asked."

I opened my eyes and sat up, tilting my head to give him a quizzical look.

"What do you mean?"

"You had that voice…" Jiyong shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he trailed off.

I squinted, shaking my head slightly to emphasize the questioning angle.

He took a deep breath, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

"The voice that you use when you talk about something awful."

I hummed again. What was there to say to that? He was probably right.

I felt his hand again, this time on my arm.

"Unless talking about it helps," his eyes flicked between mine, "I just don't want to force you to talk about something that might be painful."

"It's not…" I cut myself off, thinking if it would true to say it wasn't painful. After a second, I knew the perfect qualifier. "It's not painful anymore."

Jiyong hummed, an understanding sort of noise, and slipped to a seat closer to my own.

"Would it help?"

Once again, some quiet part of my brain marveled at how naturally he closed the space between us.

"Would what help?"

I caught him. I clearly saw his eyes dip down to my lips once… twice…

He licked his own lips before speaking.

"Talking…"

Thrice.

"I don't want to force you to talk…"

Fource? Is that anything? A fourth time.

"But I don't want to force you to not talk either."

Ironic.

The word floated through my brain, but I didn't pay attention to it.

Instead I leaned just slightly forward.

The instant my lips touched his, he let himself go. For a moment, it was clear he didn't know what to do with himself. One hand circled around my wrist, the other started up towards my face but seemed to get lost.

I made the decision for him.

Pushing myself off of my seat, I planted myself in his lap. Taking his still lost hand, I pulled it to my waist.

Somehow, the most annoying thing was how quickly his hesitation disappeared. As if he had never doubted that we would end up back like this. Fucker.

His fingers danced up my back, gently pulling me closer to him. It had the, most likely unintentional, side effect of making me straighten up.

To say that he smiled up at me would not be incorrect, but there was something else. He was relaxed, in a way I hadn't seen for a while.

"My love," the words came out in a breathy sound, "I've missed you."

I blinked, feeling the telltale sting of tears prickling my waterline. This wasn't right. I knew that I didn't really like Jiyong, he just… knew how to get under my skin.

"I shouldn't have kissed you."

He frowned, looking hurt and confused. His hold on me tightened for a moment before he let his hands fall back down, into the water and down to just rest on my thighs.

I started glancing around, self conscious.

"Jagi," he groaned, "why are you crying? Who are you looking for?"

I pulled away from him, sliding back into my previous seat. I was so thankful that he didn't resist my retreat.

"Where's Chul?"

Jiyong's expression hardened for a split second before he shrugged, "I'm not sure."

I started pushing myself up, out of the water.

He moved towards me, obvious and slow.

"Do you really feel nothing for me, jagi?"

I froze, water lapping around my thighs.

"I can't talk about this right now."

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Someone had packed me an overnight bag. Obviously, the idea of sleeping away from the house hadn't been a complete surprise to the staff. It sat on the queen sized mattress of the quarters I had picked, right where I left it after fishing out my swimming suit just a few hours earlier.

If not for the vague sense of being off-balance and constantly shifting, the room was indiscernible from a mid-range room at a hotel. Well, save for the bed not being a king. I made my way to the shower, eager to rinse the scent of chlorine off of my skin and out of my hair.

I showered quickly, feeling some sort of embarrassment at using fresh water like this while on a boat. I knew the concern didn't really make sense, but it was there nonetheless.

Once finished, I dug through the little bag to find something to wear.

Thankfully, whoever had packed it knew a bit about being on the water. The sun was setting as I tugged a sweatshirt on.

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Returning above deck revealed Jiyong to be lounging on the water resistant cushions that lined an area I had mentally dubbed "the living room".

He wasn't exactly sprawled, but he was somehow taking up more space than seemed logical. He grinned easily when he spotted me, picking up an ashtray that I suspected was made of actual crystal so that I could sit down.

I took the offered seat, glad that - at least for now - the wind was sweeping the wisp of smoke away from me.

"You're like a cat with nicotine addiction."

Jiyong laid his cigarette to rest in the flashy ashtray. Turning his full attention towards me, he pulled both of my legs across his lap.

"Does it bother you?" His hands started carefully pressing into the flesh of my calves in an absent minded massage.

"No, you're okay."

One hand lifted, retrieving the tobacco from its perch. After a deep drag, he returned it to the tray so he could use both hands on my legs again.

"I'd quit if you asked me to," he murmured.

I watched him, propping my head up on one hand as I sat sideways on the couch-like structure.

"I wouldn't ask," I admitted, "I don't think quitting because of someone else works as well."

"Why's that?" He kept his attention on my legs as he spoke.

"Because it makes you feel bitter. 'I have to do this thing because of you' doesn't feel the same as 'I am doing this because I want to', you know?"

He hummed, hands slowly working their way from ankle to knee before switching to the other leg.

"You sound like you're speaking from experience."

My turn to hum.

His hands felt nice. Warm and smooth, applying a pleasant pressure. I slid back, letting myself stretch out on the slightly plastic feeling cushions to relax.

His hands paused, and I managed to catch a slight sound in his throat.

I pushed myself up, propping myself on my elbows to look at him.

"What?"

He shook his head, hands starting their work again.

"Tell me, Jiya," I pressed.

"Jagi…" he sighed, sounding like I was putting him through some sort of torture, "don't make me say it. I am only a man."

I tilted my head, brain working for a moment before it hit me.

"Gosh," I decided to tease him, "your hair must grow pretty fast."

Jiyong flashed a smile, his hands not so subtly moving higher on my legs.

"It grows faster when I spend time with you."

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Dinner was a thankfully simple affair. I had sort of grown accustomed to the background radiation of wealth with the boys around, but if the meal had been extravagant I knew I would have likely been forced into another surreal fugue state.

The meal was interrupted only when Jiyong asked if I felt alright. I admitted that a slight headache was building behind my eyes, so I asked if he happened to have any ibuprofen or anything with him. He nodded, and quickly slipped below-deck. 

When he returned, he handed me two small pills.

After the food had been finished and cleared away, Jiyong and I found ourselves back in the open air lounging area. He disappeared once again. On his return, he greeted me with a steaming cup of deep red tea. It smelled spicy and sweet. Homey. I accepted it easily.

"I thought you'd be making cocktails again," I teased Jiyong lightly.

"You shouldn't drink if you're taking medications."

I nodded before tasting the tea. It tasted like masala chai, but lacked any sort of milk. It wasn't bad.

"I forget how much you look out for me." I placed the tea cup on the back ledge of the seat. Turning to face Jiyong a bit more directly, I tucked my legs underneath myself. "Am I fun to watch?"

Jiyong smiled into his cup, glancing up to meet my eye for a second before looking back down. He was being more shy than I had seen him before.

"I could watch you all day," he quietly answered. He fiddled with the cup in his hands, switching which fingers gripped the handle. "You're my favorite thing to watch."

A chuckle pushed itself out of me, causing a not at all flattering nasal sound to escape. I slapped a hand over my face.

"Cute."

I lowered my hand enough to glare at Jiyong.

"You sound like a stalker," I mumbled through my hand.

He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back.

"It's not like that," he protested, "it's not like I follow you. But if you are around, then I like watching you."

After composing myself, including retucking my legs and retrieving my tea, I decided to stay on topic.

"Is that why you always ask where I am?" I lifted the cup but paused before drinking to tack on, "it seems like that's always the first thing you ask me when you text or call."

Jiyong sighed, but didn't seem actually bothered by the conversation. If I had to guess, I'd say he might have been relieved to get a chance to explain himself.

"I just want to know if you're around," he started, "if you're in the house then I can just talk to you in person."

"What about when you call? When you know I'm out?" I pressed.

He licked his lips, tilting his head slightly before answering.

"I guess I'm just curious. I want to know everything about you all the time," he shrugged, as if that was enough of an excuse.

"But that's controlling, isn't it?"

"How so?" He put his coffee down, hands activating as he spoke, "I'm not telling you 'don't go there' or 'don't see that person', right? I just want to know that you're safe and happy," he shrugged, "no matter where you are."

That sounded awfully… reasonable. At least in comparison with what I had thought Jiyong's opinions were.

"There's still pressure though. If I…" I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a good example, "go out to lunch with Zico, right? You've told me you don't like him, so I have this feeling over me of 'Ah, this is going to be an argument later,' you know?"

"No no no no no," he shook his head and waved his hands, protesting with his whole body. "That's just how I feel about Zico. If it's someone else, I don't mind. And I already know that you don't care what I think. I couldn't be controlling with you even if I tried."

I squinted at him. The way he said "tried" instead of "wanted" rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn't think pointing that out would actually be productive at all.

"Okay, what if I was the type of person who would say, 'oh, oppa doesn't like you so I can't be friends with you'?" The discussion was beginning to feel silly to me, but I still pressed on. "Would you tell me to make up my own mind? Or would you be happy that I was just doing what you wanted?"

Jiyong blinked, mouth slightly agape. His brow dipped, then softened, then dipped again. I thought for sure he would start protesting, or at least pointing out that that wasn't how I am, so what did it matter?

"Is that why you pulled away?" His voice was smaller than I expected, "because you think I want to control you?"

A stone weight of guilt landed in my stomach, at the same time that a wave of softness came over me. Was I really sitting here projecting my fears on him? Had I been feeling so self righteous about it too?

"I…" I paused to think this out. I was pretty sure I had been onto something, but I didn't want to sound too accusatory. "I just want to know what sort of person you are."

He leaned forward, sliding closer. As smoothly as he always did, he managed to get both his and my cups placed out of the way so that he could take my hands into his. Earnesty was writ across his features.

"Jagiya," he shuffled forward a bit more, his knee now pressing up against my leg, "I like that I can't control you. I like that you make friends with everyone, even if I don't like them. I would never tell you to stop meeting with someone."

I was a little surprised by how swiftly the fire of argument had left me. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, like an abandoned puppy that had followed its owner when they moved to another town. He was so cute. It was getting hard to feel anything but a sort of goofy happiness towards this somewhat sad mess of a man.

"But," I frowned, leaning back against the back of the sofa, "you get so jealous."

"I know jagi," he pouted. He moved to relax next to me, head in hand and elbow on the backrest so he could keep looking at me. "I really do. But that's for me to deal with. Seeing you live a life that makes you happy is the most important thing to me."

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. His eye dropped to my neck, then bobbed back upwards to my jaw, lips, and then eyes. Once our eyes met again I knew that he knew I had seen where his attention had been, but he didn't seem embarrassed at being caught.

"What if I'm happy with someone else?"

Against any possible prediction I could have made, he smiled before tilting in a bit closer.

"Then they've tricked you my love."

Something about that made me giggle. Maybe the magnitude of his self-assuredness. Perhaps the switch to English, as if that would make his point clearer. I didn't know. All I knew was that he was smiling at me as I fought through a fit of laughter.

"Jagiya," he softly called me back into the present.

I hummed, letting him know I was listening.

"Can I touch you?"

I pushed myself to sit up, no longer slouched under his gaze.

"What do you mean?"

He let himself fall deeper into the cushions, holding both arms out in the universal gesture of asking for a hug.

I laughed, only once this time, and situated myself into his arms.

Maybe I was being weak willed. Maybe I was giving in too easily. Maybe a lot of things. But I did like cuddling with Jiyong. I knew that he and I had similar styles in that way. The sort of just… existing while touching style. It was nice.

We laid there, on the thing that was somehow both sofa and structural support for the boat, for a while. I watched clouds slip over the stars and slice of moon above us. Jiyong seemed content with playing with the strings of my sweatshirt.

I felt good. Relaxed. In almost no time, I was drifting to sleep.

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"Come on jagiya."

I was pulled somewhat upright. I fought the tiredness that had settled over me, winning just enough to be able to stand.

I wobbled, suddenly remembering that I was on a boat.

"Here we go."

Jiyong looped an arm around my back, taking my hand in his to direct me below decks. Eventually the passage was too narrow, so he moved in front of me. He directed both of my hands onto his shoulders as he led me down the stairs.

"Careful."

My mouth felt gross. Dry and sticky. I let him lead me without answering his bits of direction.

"In here, right?"

He led me into the room I had chosen.

Directing me to sit on my bed, he nipped into the tiny bathroom for a moment. He returned with a cup of water. He placed it into my hands before kneeling down in front of me.

"Drink that for me, jagi."

I obeyed easily enough. My mouth did feel awful, and arguing for argument's sake wasn't really on my radar at that moment.

Jiyong was untying my shoes, loosening them up enough to slip them off. I couldn't help but be reminded of him doing the opposite.

"What are you going to do about Seungri?"

Jiyong froze, my second shoe half off of my foot.

After a second, he resumed his work. Once the shoe was off he sat back on his heels and looked up at me.

"What do you want me to do?"

He was gazing up at me with an intensity that I maybe should have been used to by now. I shrugged, casting my eyes down to where his fists were clenching onto the bedspread to either side of my legs. His knuckles shone white. I reached down and picked up one of his hands, carefully peeling his fingers away from his palm.

"I don't know," I admitted. "It can't be nothing. He'll hurt someone else."

I laced my fingers between his and tugged at him.

Jiyong knelt up, proximity propelling him to press his body between my legs. I pulled his arm around my waist.

It was, at least partially, the memory of what happened. I wanted to be comforted, and he was there.

Luckily, he took the hint and wrapped his free arm around me as well. He slouched, pressing his cheek against my chest and nodded.

"I'll make sure."

I combed my fingers through his hair, both of us silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Jiyong moved back slightly, looking up at me again.

"What?" His brow creased, and his eyes were wide. "Why should you be sorry?"

I shrugged, "for bringing it up."

His hands lifted from my body to cup my face. Thumbs smoothed over my cheeks as he shook his head.

"Jagiya, you should never be sorry for talking to me. Don't hide the things that trouble you from me," he stretched upwards, slightly pulling me to meet him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, before meeting my gaze again. "Okay?"

I nodded.

"As for Seungri… you'll neve-"

"Let's not talk about him now," I interrupted him.

Jiyong nodded, silently acquiescing as he would sometimes do.

I found that one of my hands had traveled from his hair to the collar of his shirt. Convenient.

Slipping forward on the mattress edge, I was aware of just how much he was aware of how close we were. I wasn't planning on exactly doing anything about that, but I still leaned closer and kissed him.

It felt nice. It usually did feel nice to kiss Jiyong. Just like it felt nice when he gently lifted my sweatshirt off of me. When he tucked his hands under my knees. When he lifted me and pushed me back further onto the bed. When he supported himself on his elbows over me. The press of his lips against my neck and shoulder was nice.

"Ji…"

He hummed, not pausing from kissing me.

"Let's try not to argue this week."

He shifted, moving to lay next to me instead of on me. Propping his head on his hand, he looked down at me.

"Is this your way of asking me to leave?"

I shook my head.

"You can stay," I lifted a hand to tap against his chest, "but this is about as far as this will go."

He smiled, tension that was barely noticeable before leaving his features. He worked one arm under me and layed fully on his back. Pulling me towards himself, his free arm tugged my own to lay across his body.

"That's fine jagi. I'm satisfied as long as you're satisfied."

[vamp-doll-diva]

Dream Girl - a K-Pop Fanfic

Title: Dream Girl

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Kwon Jiyong aka G-Dragon/OC(Jung Ara), Taeyang aka Dong Youngbae/Min Hyorin, Gahyeon, JiU, SuA, Handong

Rating: M (For future chapters)

Category: Romance

Jung Ara is the leader of K-Pop girl group Dreamcatcher. Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon is the leader of K-Pop legends Big Bang. Ara has always had a crush on Jiyong, but she didn't know if he even knew he existed. Well, he did, and he actually was a fan of hers and liked her too. When Dreamcatcher get their first music show win, Jiyong is waiting for his moment. He takes it and sends a confession of his feelings. They find out they both have feelings for each other, learn things they know about each other or didn't know, and a new relationship begins. How will they handle their new relationship? Will they go public? Will there be a dating scandal? Only time will tell.... 

Chapter 1 @ AO3

[medusapelagia]

Separate Ways - NSFW -Ch 1/22

Here we are... after 9 months my baby is finally here! This is my fic for the @bigbangharringrove! A huge thanks to my incredible artist @lemonhitsu (without whom I would have probably dropped out ages ago and who made this beautiful moodboard) and thank you so much to @bottombillyapologist for being my beta!

Summary: Steve Harrington is a famous model whose live depends on his manager and (more or less) lover, Tommy Hagan. After a bar fight, he meets Officer William Hargrove, recently transferred to the NY Police Department and with a deep personal experience with a violent environment, who can clearly see the signs of domestic violence in Steve's relationship with Tommy. Determined to help the pretty boy escape from his abusive relationship, Billy gets closer and closer to Steve.

READ ON AO3

A little snippet under the cut

Steve Harrington is the most booked runway model in the world.   His face and his body are everywhere. On billboards, on magazine covers, and plastered  over ads at bus stops.   Steven Joseph Harrington, twenty-fourth years old, is the richest model in the world.  And he is about to celebrate his achievement with Tommy: Tommy Hagan, his high school friend, was the one that pushed him to pursue a modeling career and now, somehow, he owns his life. He is the one that chooses which campaign Steve is going to do a photo shoot for or which fashion show is worthy of his presence. He is the one that chooses every single thing that Steve eats. He books trainers for him when they travel abroad.   Paris, Milan, London, New York— he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Tommy books the flight— always business class— and the hotels, always luxury suites. All Steve has to do is show up and let Tommy take care of him.   It’s not bad, it's just... sometimes Steve would like to do something different from  walking on the runways or training in the gym. He used to play basketball, but Tommy  completely prohibited him from contact sports: they can't risk someone  elbowing him in the face before a fashion show.   He’s not wrong. But Steve loved team sports. He had a lot of friends, but now he feels like he has no friends left.   But he still has Tommy. And Tommy would never leave him.  

[eleniaelres]

Artwork for milkteeths' Sebinis Big Bang fic!! 💖

Here is the link!

If you look closely you can see the certificates Ominis has after becoming a healer 🤭

I also did a simpler version of the art! I think it maybe showcases the moment between them better 🥹

[hagnoart]

It’s steddie bigbang time! I will add the links to the fic tomorrow, but for now - this is the art I made for Valentina’s @assassinduckie ‘s wonderful fic!

It’s a multi chapter friends-to-lovers steddie fluff and I think y’all need to read it hehe

[blubanis]

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