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Born To Die (CHAPTER 1): KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: your first meeting with the man himself. or at least, you think it's your first…

word count: 5238

tags: slow burn, mystery, gothic and creepy masquerade, vampire!jiyong, human!reader

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“It’s got someone else’s name on, I can’t just waltz in there and pretend to be someone I’m not…”

“Who cares? You’ll have a mask on, you’ll be fine.”

“And what happens when I get mistaken for the person on the invite?”

“You’ll be fine.”

That is how you ended up in a stuffy dress, a delicate mask to match, and shoes you can barely walk in. Standing in front of a manor that doesn’t even exist on your phone’s map, gripping the invitation—registered to a name that you or your colleagues didn’t recognise—like it was your only lifeline, desperately trying to hide your nervousness.

Just the other day, a sealed envelope appeared in your letterbox. It's made of heavy black paper, embossed in gold with a single name that didn’t belong to you. No sender. No return address. No one at your agency knows the name on it. No one’s ever heard of the event, the venue, or the host.

But your boss told you to go.

“Maybe it’s a cult,” he joked. “Maybe it’s your big break.”

You didn’t think it was funny. But you go. Because what if it is something? What if this is the one story that finally gets your name out there? You're the youngest reporter at a mid-tier news agency, constantly dismissed, stuck proofreading real journalists' work while you’re told to write, at worst, about petty crime stories that have a straightforward, linear narrative. If you have to write about one more failed burglary, you might rip your hair out. Or quit. Who knows?

The manor looms like something out of a painting: tall and wide, lit from within by an amber glow that spills out across the courtyard in soft, flickering streaks. The walls are ivy-clad stone, older than anything should be, and the iron gates open for you as though they’ve been waiting. At the door, a man in a dark suit and gloves takes your invitation. He doesn’t ask for your name. Just runs his eyes over the envelope’s seal, nods once, and gestures for you to enter.

You’re inside.

It hits you all at once—the sound, the heat, the weight of the air. Everything is velvet and gold, candlelight and shadow. The ballroom stretches impossibly wide, with ceilings so high they vanish into darkness. Chandeliers drip crystals like frozen rain. Soft music drifts through the space, the kind of melody that doesn’t seem to come from a band or a speaker. It just is, as though the house itself is humming.

The guests are beautiful in a way that makes your skin crawl. Tall and graceful, dressed in intricate silks, brocade, and lace. Their masks shimmer like precious metal, feathered and bejeweled, each one more elaborate than the last. They all turn when you walk in. Not suddenly—not all at once. But you feel it. The shift. Eyes behind masks following your every step, heads tilting slightly, smiles that are just a touch too wide. Like they’ve been expecting you. Like you’ve wandered into something you shouldn’t have. Like you’re the only real thing in the room.

You try to blend in, but it’s impossible. Your mask is too simple. Your posture too stiff. Your pulse too fast.

Someone brushes past you, their perfume rich and strange, like crushed flowers and old paper. Another murmurs something in a language you don’t understand, their gloved hand ghosting across your arm as they pass. You keep walking, pretending not to notice the way they all keep glancing your way—just a little too long. Like they’re not curious, but hungry.

A server offers you a glass of something dark red and thick. You take it to be polite, but your fingers tremble on the stem. The glass is cold. The liquid doesn’t slosh like wine.

Somewhere, laughter rings out—sharp and sudden—and then cuts off like it was never there.

You move further into the room, past swirling dancers and flickering candelabras, past paintings that seem to watch you back. You wonder if anyone else feels it. That wrongness. That tension beneath the glamour, like a thread pulled too tight. You weave deeper into the crowd, careful not to let your discomfort show. Your steps echo faintly against the marble, drowned by the rustle of silk and the low hum of voices. The scent of wax, perfume, and something darker—earthy, metallic—clings to the air.

Everywhere you turn, people are dancing. But not in the carefree, joyful way you’ve seen at galas or society parties. These dancers move in perfect synchrony, gliding as if they’ve rehearsed for years. The music sharpens now, winding and slow, and the dancers shift with it like they’re attached to invisible strings.

You catch the eye of one masked figure on the edge of the floor—tall, elegant, dressed in deep, navy blue. Their mask is carved into the shape of a fanged beast, gold-tipped and gleaming. You look away quickly, but when you glance back, they’re still staring.

Someone bumps into your shoulder, and you turn to apologize—but the woman is already smiling at you.

“You came,” she says softly.

Her mask is a delicate creation, obscuring everything but her mouth. Her lips are painted a deep plum, and her smile is too knowing.

“I… I think there’s been a mistake,” you begin, but she simply tilts her head.

“There are no mistakes here.”

Before you can ask what she means, another guest sweeps by and catches her attention, and she disappears into the crowd without another word. You stare after her, uneasy. Then, from the shadows of a nearby archway, a man chuckles. It's low and rasping, like it scrapes the edges of your spine. “Clever in every lifetime,” he says to no one in particular.

You pretend not to hear.

Further in, you pass a group gathered around a long table set with impossible food—fruits that gleam like polished jewels, meat that steams and bleeds onto gold plates, black cakes decorated with red sugared flowers. You’re offered a bite of something unfamiliar by a gentleman in silver and ivory, his gloves pristine despite the wine staining his glass.

“Taste,” he insists. “You’ll never be the same.”

You shake your head with a polite smile and keep walking, heart pounding faster.

The walls seem to lean closer the longer you stay. The mirrors show angles that shouldn’t exist. Some don’t show your reflection at all. You pass one that does—and for a moment, the figure in the glass is smiling, even though your face is not. You step away quickly. It’s too much. Too strange. More than anything, you’re starting to feel watched. Not just glanced at. Not admired. Observed.

You need air.

You spot a set of glass-paned doors at the far end of the ballroom—tall and heavy, slightly ajar. No one seems to be paying attention to them. Or rather… no one stops you from slipping through.

Cold night air rushes over your skin like a balm the moment you step outside. You exhale for what feels like the first time. The terrace is wide and open, stretched out like a marble balcony above the world. The stone beneath your heels is cold, veined with pale silver that catches the moonlight. Ornate balustrades line the edge, carved with strange, curling shapes that almost seem to move when you don’t look at them directly.

A soft breeze brushes past, cool against your overheated skin. It carries the scent of night-blooming flowers and something older—wet earth, ancient stone, maybe even a trace of smoke. You can still hear the faint thrum of music behind you, but out here, it's muffled, distant, like a memory already slipping away.

The only light comes from the moon, full and low, casting long shadows across the terrace. A few lanterns glow dimly from sconces set into the walls, flickering gold and orange like fireflies trapped in glass. It’s just enough to see the garden stretching out beyond—rows and rows of hedges rising like dark waves in the fog. A maze. Or maybe something older. Something designed to trap. The fog rolls slowly across the grass, swirling between archways and winding paths, cloaking everything past the first few turns. Statues loom within it—half-seen, white and tall, their shapes too strange to name.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. For a few blissful seconds, it’s just you and the stillness.

“First time?”

You turn.

He stands at the edge, half-shadowed, moonlight pooling over the sleek black of his suit. His mask is elegant and minimal, a sliver of silver curling up one side like a claw or a crescent moon. The lower half of his face is bare—sharp jaw, expressive mouth, the faintest trace of amusement. You’ve never seen him before, but you’re not sure that’s true.

Still, you exhale, trying to shake the weight of the night off your shoulders. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who’s done it before.”

You give a small laugh, grateful for the moment of normalcy. “So not your first, then?”

“No,” he says, almost too quietly. “I come every century.”

You blink, then grin. “Wow, I must’ve missed you last time. I was here in the 1800s. Wore a lilac corset with white lace. Almost passed out. Fell for a poet who recited something about violets and dusk.”

“Lilac?” He echoes, after a beat. “With white lace?”

You nod, a little unsure now. “Yeah. Weird detail to pull out, right?”

“And the poet?”

You laugh again, nervously this time. “Oh, he was hopeless. Said his name was Ji… something. Ji-hwan? Ji—” You stop, frowning. “No. Not Ji-hwan. That’s not right.”

“No,” he says softly. “It’s not.”

“You know him?”

“You could say that.”

Silence stretches between you and the mystery man, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s weighted, like the air between you is holding its breath.

“Impressive,” he murmurs.

Your brows knit. “What?”

“Most people can’t describe dreams they had last night. Let alone ones from a hundred years ago.”

You tilt your head and scoff out a polite laugh, assuming he’s continuing the sudden improvisation you started out of your jittery nerves. You look away, down toward the garden maze swallowed in fog, something old and electric pressing against your ribs. It feels like standing on the edge of a memory you’re not allowed to access—like if you reached just a little further, you’d find something you lost long, long ago.

“You haven’t eaten anything tonight, have you?” He asks suddenly.

You glance back. “No. Not really hungry.”

“Good.”

“Why?”

“Because the food here is terrible,” he answers with a crooked smile. “Trust me.”

You huff another small laugh, but the tension lingers. You’re not sure if he’s flirting or warning you. Or both. He’s still watching you like you’re made of something fragile and precious and impossible. Like he’s trying to stop time. Like he already knows how this ends. Was that even possible?

You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “so what else do you do? Aside from… whatever this is?”

“Cause trouble. Charm strangers.”

“Mm. You’re one for two so far.”

That earns a soft laugh, low and rich. He steps closer, just enough that the edge of his coat brushes your arm. “Tell me what would tip the scale.”

You raise a brow, amused. “That’s bold.”

“You’re on a balcony in the middle of a masquerade hosted by God-knows-who, dressed like a dream and looking like you don’t belong to anyone here. I figured bold was the way to go.”

A laugh slips out before you can catch it. Warm, real. His eyes light up like that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

“There it is,” he says, quietly. “I knew you had a good laugh.”

“So you’ve been watching me?”

“Of course I have. You walked in like a secret everyone wanted to keep.”

Your smile falters for just a second—the way he says it. Like he means it. Like he’s known you longer than this single conversation allows. He tilts his head, catching the flicker in your eyes.

“Too much?”

“No,” you say, softer now. “Just unexpected.”

He grins. “Good. Then I’m doing something right.”

For a beat, you say nothing—just study him under the low silver light. His mask hides just enough, but you can still see the shape of his mouth when it curves. Still feel something low in your chest that doesn’t quite have a name.

“I could steal a dance,” he says after a moment, almost lazily. “But I think I’d rather steal a little more of your time out here.”

You quirk a brow. “Bold again.”

“Habit.”

“Dangerous habit.”

“I’ve survived worse.”

You bite back another smile, heart ticking faster than you mean it to. And when the breeze moves through the terrace again, lifting the edges of your hair, he’s still watching you—as if he’s memorizing something. As if he already has. Then, he simply extends his hand, palm up between you.The gesture is quiet. Elegant. No pressure, no expectation—just an invitation. You hesitate for a beat. Then your fingers slip into his, and he closes his hand gently around yours. Warm. Steady.

Without a word, he turns and begins to walk, guiding you down the wide terrace steps and into the garden below. It feels like stepping into a dream. The air changes first—cooler, scented thick with night-blooming flowers and something older beneath, something almost metallic. The stone beneath your feet gives way to a soft, mossy path, winding lazily through an explosion of colour.

The garden is nothing like you expected. No tight hedges. No rigid rows. Just wild beauty. Everywhere you look, something’s blooming. Roses the color of wine and ash, foxglove swaying like bells in a silent wind, moonflowers yawning open under the pale silver light. There’s lavender spilling over low walls, clusters of narcissus, pale peonies blooming like secrets in the dark. Petals brush your ankles as you walk. The air hums with quiet life.

He doesn’t let go of your hand.

You don’t ask him to.

There’s no sound but your footsteps, soft against the moss, and something quieter still—a hush beneath the silence. Like humming. Like a distant memory.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur.

“It’s never looked quite like this before.”

You glance over, curious, but he’s already looking away again, gaze drifting toward the flowers like he’s known them longer than time.

You walk in silence for a while, passing under low branches and beneath archways grown thick with jasmine. The scent wraps around you. Sweet and dizzyingly warm. It fills your lungs, makes your chest ache.

“This place feels… familiar,” you say, half to yourself. “I don’t know why.”

He doesn’t answer. But your hand is still in his.

“I must sound crazy.” You continue.

“No,” he says finally, voice low and steady. “Not at all.”

You glance at him, expecting a joke, a smile. But he’s looking at you with that same quiet, unreadable gaze. Something about him feels… old. Not in a bad way. Just deep. Pondering. Still.

“You talk like a poet,” you say before you can stop yourself.

That makes him smile — not smug, but soft. Fond.

“Do I?”

“Mm. The romantic kind,” you tease. “Maybe you’re the poet I mentioned earlier. The one from the 1800s.”

He doesn’t laugh like you expect. He just looks at you for a long moment. Then quietly says, “Would you believe me if I was?”

You blink, caught off guard.

“…No,” you say slowly, watching his expression. “But you do have the dramatic stare down.”

That earns a small laugh, low and quiet, curling at the edges.

You walk on, deeper into the flowers. Somewhere behind you, the music from the manor fades completely. All that’s left is the hush of the garden… and the man beside you, still holding your hand like it was always meant to be there. The garden thickens as you walk, blooms crowding the edges of the path in bursts of color and scent. Somewhere behind, the manor has vanished from view, swallowed by flowering branches and ivy-laced trellises.

Moonlight spills across the winding path, silvering everything it touches. Honeysuckle drips from wrought-iron arches overhead. White lilies cluster beneath wild roses, tangled like lovers in secret. You pass through it all in silence, every step deeper into the heart of something forgotten. Here, the garden feels older. Less curated. Less dreamed-up. The flowers grow wilder, stranger. Twists of nightshade blooming in delicate clusters. Long-stemmed orchids, dark as spilled ink, stretch toward the sky. Some of them sway without wind. Others seem to lean subtly toward your footsteps.

You don’t speak. Neither does he. It’s not uncomfortable—far from it. There’s something about the quiet between you that feels sacred. Like anything louder might wake the garden into something else.

Then the path changes. Stone again, older this time. Worn flat by time, cracks laced with moss and silver threads of root. The trees part slowly ahead, and nestled between ivy-choked hedgerows, something rises from the ground.

A mausoleum.

Small. Weathered. The stone is carved in flowing patterns — flowers, stars, something that might be script, but worn down too far to read. Pale vines creep up the sides, blooming with tiny, ghost-white blossoms. It doesn’t feel menacing. Just… quiet. Like the garden has been holding it close for a very long time.

You stop without meaning to, your breath catching.

“What is this place?” You whisper.

He doesn’t answer right away. His eyes are fixed on the structure ahead, unreadable in the half-light. For a moment, he looks like a statue himself—carved from shadow and silver.

Then, softly, “some say it’s where the first guests were laid to rest.”

You glance at him, uncertain if he’s joking.

His mouth curves, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Not during the party,” he adds lightly, as if that helps. “After.”

You huff a quiet laugh — but it dies in your throat.

To the left of the mausoleum, four gravestones sit nestled beneath a drooping willow tree. Their surfaces are dulled by time, weathered smooth in places, with faint lines of script barely legible in the moonlight. You step a little closer, squinting, finally letting go of his hand. The names blur just before your eyes can make sense of them. The carvings seem to shift in the shadows, impossible to hold still in your mind. A strange chill brushes the back of your neck.

Turning toward him again, you ask softly, “Have you been in there?”

He turns his gaze toward the mausoleum, his expression unreadable. The silence hangs for a moment, and you can almost feel the weight of time pressing in from all sides.

“Once,” he says, voice distant. He takes a step forward, his eyes studying the ancient stone. “Strange thing, isn’t it? It always seems so much smaller from the outside… but once you’re inside, it feels endless. As if the walls were never meant to contain what they hold.”

You feel a shiver go down your spine. It’s not quite fear, but something deeper—as though the air around the mausoleum is full of stories, long-forgotten.

He smiles slightly, almost to himself. “And the man who built it? A devoted one. Loved his wife, I think, more than anything else. Or maybe that was his mistake, building something like this for her. The stones never really let go of that kind of devotion.”

You look at him, intrigued. “What do you mean by that?”

He looks at you then, his gaze soft and searching, as if measuring something you can’t quite see. He tilts his head thoughtfully, his words slow and deliberate. “He was a man of wealth, a man of passion. But when his love passed from him, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her forever. So he built this mausoleum, this grand place to keep her memory alive. But… some say it wasn’t just her memory he wanted to preserve.”

You blink, the words settling in an odd, weighty way.

“What did he want to preserve, then?”

His smile deepens, just a fraction, and he steps closer to you. “Not just her. Her spirit. His devotion was so great, he wanted to keep her with him forever. And so he… made sure she was never truly gone.” He lets the words hang in the air, like a puzzle he’s only half-revealed.

You stand there, staring at the mausoleum, the chill creeping deeper into your bones. There’s something in his tone that makes it feel less like a story and more like a secret. One that is just out of reach, like the names on the gravestones.

“Let’s not linger here too long,” he says softly, his voice laced with an odd, tender finality. He offered out his hand once more, and you took it. Without hesitation this time.

He gently tugs your hand, guiding you away from the mausoleum and the lingering chill that had crept into your bones. You’re still caught in the weight of his words, the haunting story of devotion and loss swirling in your mind, but his touch feels like an anchor, pulling you back into the present moment.

As you walk, the garden’s flowers seem to fade into the background, their petals dimming under the canopy of darkness. The distant sound of a breeze rustles through the trees, but it’s almost as if the garden itself has fallen silent in the wake of your conversation.

His steps are steady, measured, his hand still warm around yours. You glance up at him, his face unreadable in the soft glow of the moonlight. It’s hard to shake the feeling that he’s leading you not just through the garden, but through some kind of invisible threshold, into a deeper space that neither of you can quite define.

When you reach the edge of the garden, he pauses for a brief moment, as if assessing the change in atmosphere. His gaze lifts toward the manor, the flickering lights of the party still visible through the trees, like a beacon calling you back.

He leads you back through the stone paths, the shadows of the hedges falling behind you, and toward the iron gate that separates the garden from the mansion. With a slight tug, he opens the gate for you, stepping aside to let you through first. As you pass by, you catch a fleeting glance of the moon reflected in his eyes, something almost wistful about it, but it’s gone before you can truly make sense of it.

Once inside, the contrast is jarring.

He keeps his hand loosely around yours, guiding you back through the grand entrance of the manor with an ease that makes it seem as though you’ve never left. His presence remains a calm contrast to the bustling atmosphere inside, and for a brief moment, you feel a quiet bubble of relief. You’re back in the world you know, yet with him beside you, it feels like you're standing on the edge of something unfamiliar.

He pauses for a moment when you reach the ballroom, a brief hesitation in his steps before he turns to you, eyes glinting with mischief.

“How about a dance?”

The music flows gently in the background, a soft, melodic waltz filling the room as couples twirl and glide across the marble floor. The light from the chandeliers casts a soft glow over everything, the room filled with laughter and a quiet hum of excitement.

You blink for a moment, surprised by the sudden offer, but then a grin tugs at the corner of your lips. There’s something about the way he stands there, waiting, as if he knows you’ll say yes.

“Alright,” you reply with a small, teasing smile, “But I warn you, I’m not the best dancer.”

“Then I’ll just have to lead, won’t I?”

His touch is warm and confident as he gently guides you toward the dance floor. You can feel the soft pressure of his fingers as he places his other hand on your waist, the proximity between the two of you sending a rush of warmth through your chest. The world around you fades slightly, the sounds of the party becoming a soft murmur as you’re swept into the rhythm of the music.

His movements are smooth, graceful, and effortlessly in tune with yours, guiding you through the dance with a kind of quiet elegance. There’s a fluidity to the way he moves, as if he’s been dancing for centuries, and yet, he keeps his attention on you, his eyes never leaving your partially covered face, studying your expressions with a mix of curiosity and something else—something that makes your heart skip just a little faster.

As you sway together, the world around you feels distant, the night air drifting in from the terrace now nothing more than a memory. It’s just the two of you, the music, and the dance.

He leans in a little closer, his voice low and intimate, just above the music. “You’re a natural,” he murmurs, his tone playful. “I might have to keep you on the dance floor all night.”

You laugh softly, feeling the warmth of his breath against your ear. “I’m sure you say that to all your guests,” you tease, but there’s something about the way his fingers tighten around yours that makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’s not entirely joking.

The dance continues, the two of you lost in the movement, the connection, the electricity hanging between you. The night has only just begun, but with every step, every turn, it feels as though time itself is slipping away—just for the two of you. And as the dance comes to an end, the soft melody of the waltz fades into a slow, quiet hum, but neither of you move away immediately. You stay close, his hand still resting on your waist, your fingers lightly intertwined. The energy of the room has shifted around you—couples begin to break away, retreating into conversation, leaving the two of you in a rare, almost forgotten corner of the night.

For a moment, neither of you speak, and it feels as though time itself has slowed. The buzz of the party outside the bubble you’ve created seems so distant now. All that’s left is the quiet rhythm of your breath and the feeling of his fingers lingering on your skin.

One hand stays on your waist, while the other lets go of your hand to slowly make its way up to your face. At first, he gently grazes your jaw, before moving up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You feel a slight tug on your mask before he whispers, finally breaking the silence.

“May I?”

Your breath hitches—words rendered useless as they catch in your throat—and you nod, suddenly feeling shy.

His movements remain slow as he takes your mask off, finally able to fully see your face fully under the soft and warm ballroom lighting. If you weren’t so close, you might have missed the way his own breathing hitched. Fingers flexed at your waist, for a single fleeting moment, before he relaxed the grip as if to compose himself. You almost forgot how to breathe entirely when he next spoke.

“Beautiful… just as I thought.”

Before you could say anything, the hand on your waist moves to your hand and he brings it to his lips, placing a delicate, lingering kiss on your knuckles. You smile softly, but a sudden shift in the atmosphere catches your attention. People begin to disperse, the evening winding down as the last strains of music fade away. It’s time to leave, it seems. He steps back, but only just. He’s reluctant, you can tell, but there’s something else—something unspoken between you. It’s clear he’s not ready to say goodbye.

“Shall I see you off?” He asks, his voice now taking on a more formal tone, though the playful undercurrent still lingers.

He offers you his arm, a silent invitation to return to the entrance, but this time it feels different—like you’re both stepping back into reality, the night’s magic slowly dissipating with each step you take away from the dance floor. The two of you walk toward the grand entrance, where the final guests are beginning to trickle out. His presence feels like an invisible weight at your side, one that you can’t quite place but are oddly drawn to. When you reach the large front doors, he pauses. For a long moment, you simply stand there, both unsure of what to say next, the air between you thick with unspoken thoughts. He turns to you, his eyes searching yours, and for a fleeting moment, something passes between you—a recognition, maybe, or just the promise of something that could be. He smiles softly, though there's a tinge of sadness in it.

This time, you speak up first, hoping to lighten the mood a little. “I hope next time I can see what’s under your mask.”

“You’re saying you’d like there to be a next time?” His sad smile briefly twitches into a smirk, the glint of playfulness returning to his otherwise dark eyes.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t?” You quip.

He decides to step closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, before whispering in your ear. “Until next time, princess.”

With that, he steps back and disappears into the manor. You’re left standing there with your own thoughts, a whirlwind in your mind. You barely register the rest of the night as you climb into the back of the taxi you called, almost tripping on your dress, and not even caring you had forgotten your mask somewhere. You barely remember the drive back to your small apartment in the middle of town. Nor can you remember hastily tugging the dress off and dumping it on the floor, finally collapsing into bed and falling into a surprisingly dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you curse yourself for not asking the man for any details about himself. You didn’t even have a name. Times like this really made you question how you ended up becoming a journalist in the first place. Ignoring the wave of texts from your boss and colleagues alike, you went about your morning, thankful it was your day off.

You tried to take your mind off everything when a knock at your front door startled you straight out of your thoughts. What the hell is it now?

Wanting to get whatever it was over and done with, you practically marched over to the door and swung it open—

Only to find a single box on the doormat. It was old and wooden, clearly worn down by nothing other than time itself. You looked around, down both sides of the corridor assuming it was some sort of odd prank, but nobody was there. Of course. You decided to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, you noticed a name—your real name, this time—freshly carved into the lid. Curious to a fault, you took it inside and opened it. Wrapped in ancient fabric, there it was…

A lilac corset. Adorned with white lace.

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natalicss · 4 months ago

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kwon jiyong x american pop star!reader (social media edition)

set in the same universe as like we were in paris

someone talked about doing a text fic of them and i DEF plan on it but for now i hope this will suffice<3 i still barely know how to use this app so bare with me

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y/n: paris? paris. PARIS!!!

user: OH SHES STUNNING

user: who is THATTTT

user: A MAN??? I LOST MY FUTURE WIFE TO A MAN

user: IS THIS??? A HARD LAUNCH????

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user: THEY JUST CONFIRMED IT

user: idk who i’m more jealous of

katyperry: Loved meeting you!

user: Shes so fine

user: IS THAT G DRAGON???

user: the kpop girlies are tweaking on twitter

user: WHAT TIMELINE AM I IN WHERE Y/N AND G DRAGON ARE DATING??

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y/n: 🤍🫵🏻

user: gtop fans are crying rn

user: He bagged a baddie

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aizshallnotbefound · 3 months ago

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𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1

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𝒀/𝒏 ✓ - see you at the meet and greet <3 bigbang x 2NE1

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User_Cl_enthusiast - i will pull out a ring when i see y/n and Cl and propose then and there istg 😔

user_SGSlvr - TIME TO BOW TO THE KINGS AND QUEENSSSS

User_lovestabi - cant wait to meet seunghyun <3 hopefully i wont faint while seeing the others-

Userlvs_y/n - imagine if gd and y/n were matching fits-

User35o - /@Userlvs_y/n YOO THAT WOULD BE SO CUTEEE

User65 - RIP MY BANK ACCOUNT but totally worth it meeting the legends

User_m1mzylove - y/n serving cunt as usual 🤩

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𝒀/𝒏 ✓ - y/n and G-dragon for vogue

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User_lvsu - THE HAND PLACEMENT IS EVERYTHING OML

User - AHHH POWER COUPLEEEE

user 2_34 - THE FIRST PIC IS SENDING ME

userCvnt - vogue knew what they were doing with these two

user_SGSlvr - MOTHER & FATHER 🙇‍♀️

userdae - i swear they better make it official soon i cant take this suspense 😭

user - JUST MAKE IT OFFICIAL ALREADYYY

User - iconic 🤩

User52 - do i want be with them or be them

User_lvsCl - wish i was gd ngl 😔

1_m1mxy - the two are so cunty and cute together i love them

Editing this at 4 am on an exam night- next posts might be slow till 30th of march :[ hope this doesnt flop 🤞

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@gdinthehouseee @loveesiren @sherrayyyyy @ldydeath , @eru-vande @mashtatosworld @wcnderlnds @infinetlyforgotten

[ likes , reposts , a follow & comments are encouraged and appreciated! <3 ]

#bigbang x reader #g dragon #g dragon x reader #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #big bang x reader #g dragon imagines #choi seunghyun #bigbang #SMAU #idol au #idol reader #2ne1 #2ne1 dara #2ne1 minzy #2ne1 cl #2ne1 bom #2ne1 reader

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currentloser · 3 months ago

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yandere! kwon ji-yong texts

tags: mention of stalking, manipulative behavior, contains images of (afab) reader

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taglist: @petersasteria , @sherrayyyyy

#bigbang x reader #gdragon x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #big bang x reader #g-dragon x reader #kpop x reader #kwon ji-yong x reader #socmed au #kinda #yandere!gdragon #yandere x reader #yandere!g dragon

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beoljibentertainment · 2 months ago

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NARA in Good Day [EP 1]

Pairings: Nara (OC) x Kwon Jiyong (platonic), Nara (OC) x Hyungdon/Donnie (platonic)

Warnings: none

w.c: 2,3k

English isn't my first language, so it'll probably have some mistakes — I'm also trying to use quotation marks, but in Brasil we usually write dialogues with dashes, that's why it'll probably look so off

please interact with me, I'm dying to know what you guys think about her/the story/everything!!! I want to know your thoughts and asks and what more you want to see 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The car had gone over a speed bump, but neither of them felt it. Jiyong and Hyungdon were deep in conversation about the possible participants in the program and who the old MC could call to join them. Their minds were racing with different possibilities and Hyungdon barely noticed when the car started to slow down and entered a narrow street.

“I said that there was no one confirmed yet,” Jiyong said, referring to the talk he had with Hyungdon and Defconn in the restaurant some hours ago “but there is this person who has an extraordinary mind and couldn't be left out. The way she thinks, not just about music but about life… the way her whole brain works is remarkable”

Hyungdon furrowed his eyebrows, reflecting if he knew who it was. There weren't any clues, but he was trying to guess nonetheless. He looked through the window, thinking if he could recognize the neighbourhood and the artists that lived there. To not let the show turn into silence, he said “so you thought about someone before thinking about me?” in a jokingly jealous tone.

Jiyong blushed, giving him a sly smile, "that's why we came to pick my wife”.

Hyungdon turned his head abruptly to stare at Jiyong. His eyes were wide, almost jumping out of its orbits. His mouth was hanging open. He was waiting for an explanation, but Jiyong didn't back out from what he said. When did G-Dragon marry? No. He wasn't invited to the wedding, there was no way that really happened.

The car stopped and they got out, Hyungdon still with a perplexed expression on his face, just following his friend to the entrance of the building. The cameras followed them, blurring things that could identify the place.

Jiyong held up his cell phone and started calling the supposed guest, putting the audio on speaker and letting the cameras record the contact's name “wife”. When the other party answered, he just said “We're here, jagi” in a sweet tone, as if he was talking to a lover.

Hyungdon's face was still in a perplexed state. What the fuck. So, when the door opened after a few seconds, a chic female figure was revealed. The show would edit the moment with a song, slow motion and a feet-to-head close up, primarily focusing on G-dragon and Hyungdon's reactions. The main host was smiling hard and then he heard his MC friend yell “NA-LA”.

It was NARA, Jiyong's long time best friend and Korea's superstar. "JIJI” she yelled back with a smile so hard on her face that showed her gummies. He started laughing uncontrollably, leaving the anxiety of meeting Jiyong's “wife” aside, knowing that it was just a joke – how could he really believe that he was married in secret? She took a few steps forward, joining the group. Jiyong gave her a hug.

When Hyungdon finally stopped laughing, still with a smile on his face, he said "So you two are married, huh?”. Jiyong and Nara looked at each other and nodded, only to earn a slap from him after. “I thought you were serious!”

Nara took her cell phone out of her purse and opened the flip, entering the contacts area to show that Jiyong's number was saved as “fiancé” – the camera blurred other contacts and the number itself, leaving only the name. Hyungdon wouldn't stop laughing “I always forget your phone is like that” and, when she put her phone back in her purse, he pointed at the charms she used and G-Dragon's photocard – the camera focused on it too.

Jiyong covered his face with his hands, wanting to hide the blush on his cheeks. She didn't normally use the charms, it was solely to tease him – Nara did have to ask her manager if she could buy a photocard of G-Dragon for her in the week before.

When he got back to his normally confident self, he furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, asking "why am I not saved as husband?” in a curious tone.

“There's still no news that we've got married, only that we're engaged” she explained and Hyungdon laughed so hard he had to bend over. “We've been engaged since 2014” Nara said to the camera, continuing to joke about that fact while Hyungdon still laughed.

“2015” Jiyong corrected her “in Paris Fashion Week".

She nodded her head “Yes! Oh, Paris is a good place to get engaged”.

They started laughing while staring at each other. Were all their interactions like that? They were such a chaotic duo that they could even talk through glares, without the need to say a word. When Hyungdon stopped laughing and could finally catch a breath, he shook his head saying “Your boyfriend must hate him”, in a joking tone.

Of course, having a boyfriend and calling your best friend "fiancé” would be a hard thing to any relationship, but they seemed to be handling the situation very well, since they still could joke about it. "Jiji, you don't even know,” she said, trying to hold her laughter.

“He did hate me for a while,” Jiyong said “but we've made up now".

“I had to sit them at the kitchen table in my house and force them to talk and sort things out,” she explained. She wouldn't let Jiyong act as if it was a pacific thing when the two of them shouted so loud she had to apologize to Hyoyeon the next morning.

“I thought he was going to poison my food” Jiyong muttered and Hyungdon's eyes widened. Was it that bad?

“Of course not!” she tried to defend her boyfriend, but Jiyong interrupted her,

“You saw the way he greeted me at the door! And you know he's rude”.

"He's not rude” she tried to defend her boyfriend again, but her voice cracked a little and both of them laughed because, indeed, he was a little rude.

They kept talking as if there weren't any cameras there, as if it was just a simple conversation between long time friends letting Hyungdon know what had happened in their lives during that time – and Hyungdon loved it. He missed them so much, and the chaos they brought with them.

“He didn't even look at my face when we were backstage!” Jiyong said and then turned to Hyungdon, continuing to discuss the subject, “One time, he actually greeted every BigBang member's hands and skipped me".

“WHAT?” Hyungdon yelled, surprised that anyone would choose to ignore him – and, knowing who the boyfriend is, it really was a much better story. The viewers would be hysterical at the situation.

“I remember that,” Nara said, laughing. “But, in his defence, I couldn't even look at you that people said I was pregnant with your child” she said, remembering a real rumor that happened in 2010 after they appeared talking at the MAMA's.

“I think at some point you just started doing things on purpose to get them lost in the news” Hyungdon argued, thinking about the most absurd things the two of them got rumors for.

They looked at each other and laughed, nodding their heads in a synchronized way. It was true. “It was very funny,” Jiyong recalled. And they could laugh about it now, but it was hell at the time. Nara could remember when she and Kyuhyun had a 3 day fight because of it, when both she and Jiyong received so many death threats and people actually asked them to leave the groups they were in; they were friends, best friends, and no made up news about them being together or jealousy from their respectives significant other would stop that.

“And now we're going on a date” she said, entwining her arm in Jiyong’s and resting her head on his shoulder. She remained serious, as if they were a real couple – but both viewers and Hyungdon could see that it was just another joke.

"You're the worst” he said to both of them, seeing them walk away.

Jiyong had a smile on his face, letting her do all the talking. He opened the car's door and held out his hand for her to enter. “I'll call you later, jiji” she told Hyungdon and received only an “aish, punk” in return. They both entered the car and the variety show continued.

They booked a closed room at a karaoke bar, with sound blockers. They began singing Oligarch A La Carte, the song they created together in 2015 that stayed in top charts for weeks and won some awards. However, they decided to sing each other's parts, to give the audience a different perspective.

“Why are you doing so many ad libs?” Jiyong asked, jokingly, as to why she was incorporating so many “yeah's” and “c'mon's” in his parts.

“I was a professional ad liber in the beginning of my career” she answered, seriously, as if there really was such a position in the group. After half a second, both of them cracked in laughter. Yes, she had no lines in the beginning of Super Junior and only danced and did ad libs on shows, and it sucked at the time but it was so funny now.

They sang more songs. Nara went with Crayon, saying “I think I'm a better G-Dragon than you” after singing his part and copying his mannerisms in a teasing tone. Sometimes they got really competitive, so Jiyong chose Greedy to sing and danced the chorus, also making fun of her mannerisms, before saying “I think I'm a better NARA too”.

Then, Jiyong sat on the couch. "Let's talk about the project now. Shall we?” he asked, tilting his head so that she would sit next to him.

“Yessss” she answered in the microphone, in a singing tone, while approaching the sofa and he laughed so hard that he had to hide his face in the sofa cushion.

And, for the next few minutes, he explained what he wanted to do in the Variety Show and what he, Hyungdon and Defconn talked about before he went to meet her. She thought the idea was incredible – actually, she would support him regardless of the idea – and knowing the raised money was for a good cause was even better. She was also a Gen 2 kpop singer that grew up seeing the kind of program Jiyong was inspired by, and they understood each other.

For a second, she looked completely inside her mind. Her eyes were unfocused and she appeared to have stopped breathing. However, not two seconds later, she was back from inside her mind, just to say “What do you think about polyphony? Or canon. You said you wanted a lot of artists collaborating and that would be a really good conception to what you want to do” into the microphone. "If we want create an atmosphere that show different artists, perspectives and types of entertainment, we could put it into a non homophony to show the simultaneous line of jobs and feeling that are happening at the same time, but that are so divergent," Nara said and paused, waiting for his reaction and, at the same time, already thinking about the chords.

“You already started thinking?” His eyes widened, “I know I wanted to talk to you before developing the idea, but I thought you were going to think overnight, in your house” Jiyong jokes. She really was something else. How could her brain work so fast? So intensively? Polyphony was certainly not the first thing he would think in ANY situation… but it was an interesting form to the variety show.

She laughed too, just happy she could help him with that. And, looking at her eyes, Jiyong could see two lines of thinking develop inside her mind; she was there, sitting in front of him, thinking about their conversation… but, at the same time, she was inside her head thinking about different types of compositions and who she could ask to collaborate.

They continued talking about the project, both on the karaoke's microphones for comic proposes, and Jiyong said about how they put their souls into the songs and only chose the ones they deem the best, but are still so insecure about wanting to disappoint their fans, even if they say that they don't care that much and only want them to be healthy – messages both of them received after their hiatus.

“It's much more difficult to stop caring than people think, you need to turn it into a daily mantra because… people will say what they want and they don't really know who we are, they idealize us and we let us be idealized by them, to love us and… we don't know who we even are, what we like or what this character is,” she said, referring to G-Dragon and NARA “They give us personalities and we try to act accordingly, because we're afraid of rejection…” she takes a deep breath “rejection hurts like hell and we're only trained to dance and sing, not to deal with this. I was 17 when Super Junior debuted, you were a kid in your first job so it impacted us deeply, didn't it?”

It did – and it was the first time they were being so honest in front of the cameras. The setting was incredibly playful, with fun colors and they both talking on the microphones, as if they weren't talking about such hard topics.

“My therapist says that if I had been born from your womb, we wouldn't be so alike,” Jiyong said, looking at her in a completely enamoured state. Nara just laughed, they really were alike.

He loved the way she thought and lived and everything; he wanted to know how her mind worked and what her thinking process was, he wanted to be at her side all the time.

And it would be better than any romantic relationship they would have because didn't need to protect from each other's friendship.

Maybe this was the purpose of Good Day; to show his personal history, his friendships and how music has a meaningful value, both in how he lives life and how he's grateful for his friendships.

#kpop oc #sm entertainment #super junior #super junior 14th member au #super junior 16th member au #super junior imagine #super junior reactions #super junior imagines #super junior x reader #bigbang #g dragon #kwon jiyong #hyungdon

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jedisupernova · 6 days ago

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HEAR ME OUT... top and gd in one fic👀👀

i got this ask in march. i have refrained from answering until now because of an idea i've had since february. but girl its finally time: part i of my challengers au compress, repress with jiyong and seunghyun will be posted this friday at 8pm est!

if you haven't heard of or seen challengers, its a film about so many things but at its core it is a love triangle. their lives become interwoven through tennis, and the sport is used as a metaphor for the human condition, sexuality, and power. its really fucking good and the score is tea. art donaldson altered my brain chemistry. i highly suggest you watch it. my au does not follow the film exactly, and the dynamic between the three are different, but it keeps a lot of its quintessential dna (and scenes like the hotel room, churros, the signal, and more.) the film is on prime, if you're interested! i said before that i was going to talk about my other interests on here. look at me, putting it into my writing tenfold :)

it feels so good to finally tell you 😭 i hope you look forward to it and enjoy it!! see you friday 🩷🎾

#honey talks #girl IVE BEEN WAITING TO TELL YOU #just know you have been heard before you even knew that you were #the research i've done for this is something else #had the movie open on the left tab; au in the middle; and the literal script on the right tab #all the random google searches too LMFAO and i watched tennis matches as well. and drill videos like girl cmon now #but YAY!!!!!! I CANT WAIT #honey memes #kwon jiyong #choi seunghyun #gdragon #bigbang #g dragon #t.o.p

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kwomikailea · 2 months ago

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♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱Introduction꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

Hello! This my first time using Tumblr as a writing/reading platform, I might try and post something here🐈‍⬛

Here is some info about me:

Ira/Mika🌕 • INFP-T💚 • 17yrs🎉

Current Obsessions: Kwon Ji-yong/GD, Seventeen,Stray Kids, ENHYPEN and many mor(⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Fair warning English isn't my first language so please bear with my minimum vocabulary and grammar🙏🙏

That's all thank youuu

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#seventeen seungcheol #kwon jiyong x reader #kpop au #seungcheol fluff #enhypen scenarios #stray kids imagines

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getintok · 2 months ago

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#weezlonso #nyongtory #I yearn for her aus every day #wish I had saved them somehow #seungri #kwon jiyong #nyongtori #gdragon #jiyong #gd

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cdragonsblog · 2 years ago

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The Queen has arrived

Kwon Miyong

Wife to Jinyoung, Dae, Mason, & Alex

Mafia Queen CD

Kpop Idol C Dragon

Daughter to Lee Chae-Rin and Kwon Ji Yong

CL AND GD ARE MY PARENTS

Mother to Kim Lizzy and Kim Taehyung

Mafia Queen of Eclipse Dragon Mafia

Sister to Kim Mia

Sister in Law to Min-Jun, Joo-Won, & Beom-Seok

Favorite Song: Bang Bang Bang

Favorite Kpop Group: Big Bang

Favorite Solo Artist: Jay Park

Favorite Solo Song: Me like Yuh

Best Friend: Park Jimin

@lovelyxlizzy

@taearchivesposts

#mafiaqueen #kpop mafia au #mafia rp #kpop oc #original character #skydragon #kwon jiyong #lee chaerin #kwon miyong #mafia mamma #krp #krp oc #Cdragon #gdragon #cl #cl&gd #cd

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cd-fic-recs · 2 months ago

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GODDD THIS IS SO HOT PLEASE I CAN'T FUNCTION AFSJFOSDI;lnk

lesson learned (1)

summary: in which an encounter with your professor teaches you a lesson in desire.

warnings: lots of cursing, minor smut, drug-use

a/n: this is an au and GD isn't really a drug using arsehole <3

You were barely paying attention as you walked through campus, headphones in, mind elsewhere - until you felt a firm hand wrap around your wrist.

You yanked out an earbud, already annoyed, but then you saw who it was.

Professor Kwon Jiyong.

Shit.

His grip was already gone, but the weight of his presence was just as suffocating.

Dark eyes, sharp jaw, lips pressed together in that ever-present look of condescension. He stood there in his usual effortlessly cool way - black button-up sleeves rolled to the elbows, the expensive watch on his wrist catching the sunlight.

His expression was stone cold, sharp jaw clenched, dark eyes scanning you like you were a particularly frustrating problem he couldn’t solve.

"Skipping class again?" His tone was mocking, but beneath it was something else - something curious.

You shrugged. "And?"

Jiyong exhaled slowly, like he was already tired of this conversation before it even began.

"The administration asked me to check in on you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Check in?"

"They’re concerned," he said, tone clipped, as if he found the whole thing as ridiculous as you did. "You haven’t attended a single lecture in weeks."

"I've been busy."

He let out a humourless laugh. "Busy. Right." His gaze flicked over you, unimpressed. "You’re wasting your own time, you know that?"

"It’s my time to waste."

His jaw ticked.

The thing was - you knew you should be careful here. Kwon Jiyong wasn’t just any professor. He was sharp, perceptive, and had zero patience for bullshit.

But still.

"You’re smart," he said lowly. "But you’re arrogant. I don’t tolerate students who think they’re too good for my class."

"Then fail me," you shot back.

Something flashed in his eyes.

He stepped closer - too close. Not close enough to be inappropriate, but enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne, the slight scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his shirt.

Your stomach tightened.

You forced yourself to hold his gaze, but suddenly, it felt like a challenge.

Jiyong tilted his head, eyes flickering over your face. Curious. Amused. A little dangerous.

"I don’t care what you do," he murmured. "But don’t waste my time."

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

But the way his gaze had lingered on you, slow and assessing, made you realise - this wasn’t over.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The place was buzzing - low lights, rich velvet booths, expensive whiskey swirling in crystal glasses.

It wasn’t the usual student dive bar - this was where the city’s well-dressed and well-connected gathered. A place for quiet deals and whispered secrets.

You hadn’t expected to see him here.

But the moment you walked in, your gaze collided with his - and the air between you seemed to shift.

Kwon Jiyong was already looking at you, leaning back in his seat like he had all the time in the world. He exhaled slow, lips parting just slightly as he breathed out a thin stream of smoke.

And his friends?

They noticed. Immediately.

One of them nudged him with a low chuckle. Another shot him a sideways glance, muttering something under their breath.

"Shit, do you know her?"

Jiyong didn’t answer right away. His fingers tapped lightly against his whiskey glass, eyes still on you.

"Yeah." His voice was low, casual. "I know her."

Another laugh. A knowing one.

"Oh? How?"

A pause. A beat too long.

Then, finally - "She’s one of my students."

That got a reaction.

His friends traded eager, intrigued looks. One of them let out a whistle.

"You’re fucked, man."

Jiyong barely reacted. He just took another slow drag of his cigarette, eyes dark and unreadable.

And then - you walked over.

His friends exchanged glances before they casually slinked away, leaving him alone at the bar.

Still watching you.

Still waiting.

You didn’t say anything as you leaned against the counter, waiting for the bartender to notice you.

You didn’t even look at him.

But Jiyong?

Jiyong was studying you.

The way your fingers tapped absently against the bar, the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air. The way you were so utterly unfazed despite the fact that, just days ago, he had dragged you aside on campus and practically dared you to fail his class.

You didn’t look like someone who lost sleep over that.

And for some reason, that got to him.

He exhaled, setting his glass down. "Need something?"

You turned your head slightly, finally looking at him. Slow. Measured.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jiyong shrugged lazily, taking another drag of his cigarette. "You came over here," he said smoothly. "I figured you wanted something."

You smirked. Just slightly. "Well, if you’re offering…"

And then you did the one thing he wasn’t expecting.

You pulled out a barstool and slid onto it - right beside him.

Jiyong’s grip on his glass tightened.

For a fleeting second, he thought this was about to go somewhere else entirely.

But then -

"So about your assignment - "

His brows lifted slightly, surprised. "What?"

You rested an elbow against the counter, looking utterly unfazed. "Your assignment. I haven’t started it yet."

He let out a sharp exhale, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Why am I not surprised, y/n?"

"I don’t like it," you admitted, tilting your head. "It’s boring."

Jiyong just stared at you.

Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Just write whatever you want."

You grinned. "Why? You’ll give me a good grade anyway?"

Jiyong paused.

Then, without hesitation, he looked you right in the eye and murmured -

"Maybe."

The air thickened.

Your stomach flipped.

And then - he raised his hand, immediately gaining the attention of the bartender, and he ordered you both a drink.

And just like that - it began.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The whiskey burned warm in your throat, smooth but strong. You hated whiskey, but you weren't going to tell him that.

Jiyong watched as you set your glass down, licking the taste off your lips - and he definitely noticed.

You had both settled into this easy, reckless rhythm.

Drinking. Smoking. Stealing glances.

The conversation? It had already strayed far from professor and student.

You flicked ash off the cigarette you were sharing, holding it between your fingers before passing it to him. He took it without thinking, his fingers brushing yours, the touch lingering just a second too long.

You smirked. "So you don’t want to talk about school?"

Jiyong exhaled, shaking his head. "Not tonight."

"Fine by me," you murmured, resting your chin in your hand. "What do you want to talk about then?"

His gaze dropped, flickering over your lips, your neck, the way you tilted your head just slightly - as if you already knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Anything except that," he said finally, voice lower now. "Just keep drinking."

So you did.

And somehow - the space between you kept shrinking.

A casual brush of knees beneath the bar. His palm resting against the edge of the counter, fingers just barely grazing your wrist. The way his eyes tracked every little movement you made, dark and unreadable.

You leaned in slightly, the scent of whiskey and smoke thick in the air between you.

Testing. Pushing. Waiting.

Jiyong didn’t pull away.

And then -

"Yo, we’re heading to the afterparty!"

His friends were back, cutting through the moment like a blade.

"You're coming too right?" One of them addressed to you, leaning against Jiyong with a devilish grin.

Jiyong straightened instantly, but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, waiting.

Waiting for your answer.

You glanced at him briefly before turning to his friends. "Sure," you said, casual, like this wasn’t a line neither of you should be crossing. "Can I bring my friends?"

One of them grinned. "Hell yeah - the more hot girls, the better."

That’s when Jiyong tensed.

You felt it immediately - the shift in his energy. The wary glance he shot you. The slight narrowing of his eyes.

"Maybe it’s not a good idea," he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

You turned toward him, brows lifting slightly. "Why?"

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he let his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, staring at you like he was trying to figure something out.

"They’re not from college, if that’s what you’re worried about," you pointed out, amused. "They're older, with normal jobs."

Jiyong met your eyes. "Mm. But you're my student."

You grinned.

"I mean… I’m probably failing anyway, right?"

His jaw tightened.

For a second, you thought he was about to shut it down completely.

But then - you were already stepping away, following his friends toward the door with a sly smile.

Unbothered. Untouched. Unfazed.

And Jiyong?

He swore under his breath - because he knew, he fucking knew, he should just let you go.

But instead -

He followed.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The afterparty was a different world.

Music pulsed through the dimly lit apartment, thick with cigarette smoke and something sharper - something illegal. The air smelled of expensive liquor, sweat, and bad decisions waiting to happen.

Jiyong had been watching you all night.

From the moment you walked in, the moment you settled onto the couch beside him, legs tucked under you, drink in hand - like you belonged there.

Like you belonged with him.

You weren’t just drinking anymore. You were laughing too loudly, swaying too easily, the heat of the night wrapping around you like silk. The tension from earlier? It hadn’t gone anywhere.

If anything, it was worse now.

And then - the drugs came out.

Little baggies exchanged between hands, disappearing into pockets, onto tables, into the spaces between fingers.

You turned toward Jiyong, eyes gleaming under the low lights. "Do you have any?"

He exhaled through his nose. "No."

You didn’t believe him.

You leaned closer to him but he didn't back away.

His pupils - blown. Jaw clenched. He was already high.

You smirked, drawing back slightly. "Sure."

Jiyong just looked at you, taking a slow sip of his drink.

"Whatever," you shrugged, standing. "I’m sure I can find some."

But before you could even take a step - his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Firm. Possessive.

"Don’t."

You blinked, looking down at him.

"Why not?"

He exhaled sharply, voice lower now. "Because the shit they have here is mixed. You don’t know what’s in it."

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your gaze. "And you do?"

A pause.

Then - he made a decision.

Jiyong stood, fingers still wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you through the crowd - past the smoke, past the music, past the blurry mess of strangers.

Until you were in the bathroom.

A single dim light buzzed above.

Jiyong locked the door. Then, finally, he turned to you.

And when he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of white powder - you laughed.

"Holy shit," you breathed, grinning. "I can’t believe I’m about to do drugs with my professor."

Jiyong just smirked, shaking his head as he passed you the bag. "Shut up."

You didn’t.

But you did inhale a sharp bump, the burn hitting fast and clean.

Fuck.

When you blinked again, Jiyong was still watching you - closer now.

You swallowed, carefully passing it back into his grasp.

"What about you?" you asked, scanning your eyes over him.

Jiyong raised a brow. "What about me?"

You smiled, stepping back until your thighs hit the sink. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of your top.

"Don't you want to do a line too?" you murmured.

You saw it - the flicker of hesitation. The brief moment where he still had a choice.

And then - his gaze dropped.

The black lace of your bra peeked through the undone buttons, the delicate straps taunting him.

He caved.

His tongue swiped over his bottom lip. Then he moved closer, pressing his hand against your waist, lowering himself slowly after tapping a small line onto the swell of your chest.

You barely had time to react before you felt it - the sharp inhale as he snorted the line straight off your body.

Your breath hitched.

And then?

Jiyong didn’t stop.

His nose trailed up - slow, deliberate - dragging against your skin, up the curve of your collarbone.

Then his mouth.

Then his tongue.

And then - his teeth, sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark hickey into place. He could feel your pulse beating wildly under his tongue and sucked harder, until the pain bloomed sweet and sharp beneath his lips.

"Jiyong - "

Your voice was breathless, shaking, head falling back.

He just exhaled against your skin, lips ghosting over the bruise. "You’re so fucking reckless."

You smiled, eyes closed. "And you’re not?"

Jiyong laughed.

And then?

He kissed you.

Hard. Desperate. Messy.

The sharp taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue as his lips moved against yours - hungry, demanding. His fingers slid to the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wanted.

And fuck, you let him.

His body pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the bathroom sink. His other hand? Firm at your waist, sliding lower, gripping tighter.

A laugh bubbled up in your chest. Breathless, taunting.

"We shouldn’t be doing this," you murmured against his lips.

Jiyong just smirked, dragging his mouth down - past your jaw, your throat, back to the mark he’d already left.

"No shit."

His teeth scraped against the bruise, making you gasp. He was teasing you now, his hands moving with slow, deliberate intent.

But then?

He stopped teasing.

His fingers curled into your thighs, hard enough to bruise, hoisting you up onto the sink, legs spreading open.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was undoing his belt.

No hesitation. No second-guessing.

His lips crashed against yours again as he pulled your underwear aside, his fingers sliding against you, finding you already soaked, waiting.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice rough.

You barely had time to respond before he was lining himself up, and then -

Your head snapped back against the mirror, a sharp gasp escaping as he stretched you open.

"Shit - "

Jiyong just groaned as he snapped his hips forward again, and again.

Hard. Fast. Filthy.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the small, dim space. Your teeth sank into your lower lip, but it wasn’t enough - you needed to bite something or scream.

So when he slipped his thumb between your lips, you bit down on it - hard. Jiyong wasted no time using this new leverage to his advantage, tilting your head back so he could study your every reaction.

He was watching you with dark, hazy eyes as he kept fucking into you without mercy.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” he rasped, sweat dripping from his temple.

You clenched around him in response. He hissed, head dropping into the crook of your neck.

"Oh fuck - "

He was getting close. You both were.

And then -

He pressed his fingers between your legs, rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit - forcing a choked gasp from your throat. Your head was pounding, beating to the pace he set.

"Cum for me," he muttered, his pace rough, relentless. "Be good for me, baby."

Your body snapped.

Everything in you pulling tighter, spiralling.

The orgasm hit hard, burning pleasure tearing through you, making you shudder and clutch at him.

Jiyong cursed under his breath, fingers tightening on your hips as he buried himself deep, finishing with a harsh groan.

He rocked into you slowly, lazily, drawing out every last bit of it until you both were breathless.

Your forehead rested against his shoulder. Sweaty. Overheated. Fucked-out.

You both just breathed.

And then -

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Yo, someone in there?"

You both froze.

Your head snapped toward the door.

Jiyong, on the other hand? Didn’t move an inch.

His mouth was still hot against your throat, his cock still deep inside you.

And fuck - he was smiling.

Like he wasn’t fazed at all.

"Fuck off," he called out lazily, voice deep and thick.

A beat of silence.

"Alright, well hurry the fuck up."

The footsteps faded.

You exhaled. "Shit."

Jiyong laughed softly, pulling out of you with one last slow, teasing roll of his hips before finally stepping back.

Your body shook.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to stand if you hopped off the sink now. Your hands gripped the porcelain as you tried to catch your breath.

Jiyong watched you.

The undone buttons, the smudged lipstick, the way your chest was still rising and falling way too fast.

"You look like a fucking mess," he murmured.

Your breath hitched.

His fingers brushed your lip, smearing the corner even more.

And then?

He fixed his belt.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another cigarette, rolling it between his fingers. "Fix yourself up, yeah?"

Your brows shot up, amused. "That’s it?"

Jiyong exhaled through his nose.

"We’re at a party, princess," he murmured. "Not a hotel room."

And with that?

He unlocked the door and walked out.

Leaving you in the mirror - wrecked, ruined, and wanting more.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You stared at the screen.

Your latest assignment. The one you had joked about at the bar, teased him over.

The one you barely even tried on.

A+

No notes. No feedback. Just a single comment at the bottom.

Good work.

And you laughed.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

this is my first time writing smut so be nice or i'll get my wives on you 👭

inspired by @gdinthehouseee and @aizshallnotbefound <3

this will be a mini series!

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk , @shieraseastarrs , @ctrldivinev , @xxxicddbr88 , @onyxmango , @tryingtolivelifeblog , @tulentiy , @bettelaboure , @maskedcrawford , @breakmeoff , @emmiesoverthemoon , @rafesbunniebby , @ricecake9999 , @fleabagspurplewife , @sylviavf , @ldydeath , @wonyluvi

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makeitworse · 22 days ago

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SHE GOT AWAY

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ꒰ your pov ⋆ series ꒱

you’ve moved on. ji-yong was wrong in thinking he had, too.

contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. smau + fic. breakup. angst. one-sided feelings. suggestive.

notes: a continuation for our collab special. congrats on 150 followers zenny, ily!!! ♡

BIGBANG G-Dragon’s ‘Secret’ Instagram Account Allegedly Unfollows 2NE1’s Y/n

The two idols were first linked together in 2015.

NEWS 24 June 2023

New allegations of Y/n dating SHINee’s Taemin are reigniting former speculation that G-Dragon and Y/n were once dating— all but confirmed by both parties through social media posts, matching accessories, and alleged public sightings.

The two YG Entertainment idols were rumoured to have broken up in 2017. Recently, Y/n starred alongside Taemin in a commercial shoot, where they were spotted cozying up to each other in exclusive behind-the-scenes photos captured by Dispatch.

A post on an online community claims that G-Dragon’s secret account unfollowed Y/n shortly after the release of the BTS photos with Taemin, while he still follows the other 2NE1 members.

Netizens react to G-Dragon unfollowing Y/n:

Why is this a big deal? He can follow and unfollow whoever he wants.

We don’t even know if they were really dating. Please be so fr.

I couldn’t care less about their drama, I just want Y/n to have her comeback.

I’m happy Y/n’s moving on. GD’s too old to be doing this.

ji-yong had seen the pictures the day they released. within the hour, to be frank. and he’s been a mess since.

the week had all blended together. each morning, he’d open his eyes to the sun bleeding through the blinds as it rose on the new day. and from the same spot on his bed he’d watch it set behind the horizon— the light leaving him to his darkest thoughts.

ji-yong hadn’t so much as touched a toe to the floorboards. he’d been laying from his bed unflinching since he saw the photos; practically sitting on his hands to not state his thoughts publicly.

the fucking photos. clear evidence that you’re done thinking about him— when all his thoughts have been of you since. he’d laugh at the cruel irony of it all if it wasn’t so pathetic.

he’d been doomscrolling, reading everyone and anyone’s two cents, searching for a harder hit than the last comment. about you. about the new guy. about ji-yong. how you were better or worse off. how he never even deserved you. how you’ll come crawling back.

it’s been a couple years of civility since the split. carving you out his life was impossible— too many industry connections and mutual friends. that’s not to mention the fact that he’d never been more in love with another human being.

so when you reunited at youngbae’s wedding, it was polite. short. nothing more than necessary. any other instances of crossing paths along the years hadn’t been any different.

it’s not like he’s been stuck on you. of course he’s had his fun being single, and of course he assumed you were doing the same. you’re not his to love anymore, so what did he care?

why did his heart skip a beat when he saw another man’s arms around you, an intimate moment immortalised in a picture for the whole world to see? why had he, in a moment of impulse, blocked you on his personal account when you’ve been nothing but cordial since the breakup?

for the first time in days, he’s reaching for something that isn’t just a lukewarm plastic bottle of water or a pack of cigarettes sitting on his nightstand.

ji-yong grabs a pen and paper. and he writes. he channels it all into the ink, and the words flow naturally into a rhythm. a chorus.

kpop__snark #gdragon changed his finsta pfp to a middle finger ?

user blocked his ex then flipped her off LMFAO user this is so shady i’m living for it user what a sad, jealous man. stan 2ne1! user ts pmo can they just talk

writing had been a good outlet. ji-yong was long overdue for a comeback, and he was at the stage of refining the drafts he’d scribbled while in bed.

it’s been just under a month. he’d been okay. he thought he was okay. but it’s you he was writing about, really. your image was etched into these lyrics. was he trying to convince himself he was over you? or was he trying to manifest you coning back? he couldn’t tell the feelings apart.

and when new pictures of you with the same guy landed on his instagram homepage, ji-yong wrote what would be the most explicit track on this new album.

it was all the thoughts he didn’t want to think. how, in the pits of his mind, he silently wished for you to come back to him. a second chance— better than the first.

knuckles rapping on his door late at night. opening the door to you: you’d shove him to his bed, get on top of him. take him however you wanted.

he could keep a secret. he swears to no one in particular that he’d take it to the grave. what your man doesn’t know won’t hurt him. remember the fun you’d have together?

ji-yong was a mess.

he might just die from how much he missed you.

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#gdragon x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #g dragon x reader #bigbang x reader #bigbang social media au #bigbang smau

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gdinthehouseee · 2 months ago

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Too Far: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: ji-yong was always restrained when it came to you---his temptation, personified---but unfortunately some things can't last forever...

word count: 2484

tags: steam to angst (trust me guys), hurt no comfort, vampire!jiyong, human!reader, blood + blood drinking, death, guilt

ao3 link + vampire au masterlist

The fire in the grand hearth flickered weakly, casting long shadows against the stone walls of Ji-yong’s secluded estate. Outside, the night was still, moonlight bleeding through the tall arched windows, illuminating the man standing rigid in the center of the room.

Ji-yong wasn’t human. That much had been clear from the moment you met him. Everything about him was too sharp, too refined—his features sculpted with an elegance that didn’t belong to this world. His movements, when he allowed himself to be seen, were fluid, effortless, almost unnatural in their grace. And his eyes… his eyes burned, dark as the abyss itself, filled with hunger he tried so desperately to hide.

It had been days since you last saw him, and now you understood why.

He was starving.

Ji-yong stood across the room, his back turned to you, his body tense as though carved from stone. His hands were clenched into fists, the veins in his forearms straining against his pale skin. Every breath he took was ragged, uneven—like he was barely holding himself together.

"You shouldn't have come," he rasped, his voice lower than usual, rough like the scrape of velvet over steel.

You took a slow step forward. "I had to."

"You don't understand," he hissed, spinning to face you. His eyes—once warm, teasing, full of mischief—were almost black, pupils dilated in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "I'm losing control."

The confession lingered between you, thick with unspoken warnings. Yet, you didn't back away.

"I know," you murmured, your voice steady despite the way your heart pounded in your chest. "I can see it in you. I see how you're suffering."

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling at his sides. "You think I want this? You think I enjoy the way my body aches for something I can't have? For something that could destroy you?"

"You won’t destroy me, Ji-yong."

"You don’t know that.”

The air between you was thick, electric. You could hear the faint ticking of the antique clock in the corner, the soft crackle of firewood shifting in the hearth. But beneath it all, you could hear him—the uneven hitch of his breath, the way he clenched his jaw, the way his fingers twitched like he was fighting every instinct screaming at him to take what he needed.

"How long has it been?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his head away. "Too long."

That was all he gave you, but it was enough. Enough to understand the way his body shook, the way his lips parted slightly as he exhaled, as though simply being near you was agony.

Your heartbeat drummed steadily in your chest, and you saw the way his eyes flickered toward your throat—the way he swayed, just barely, as if caught between his conscience and his hunger. And yet, he still refused to move toward you so you decided to step forward. Slowly. Deliberately.

"Ji-yong," you murmured, reaching out to him.

He flinched before you could touch him, shaking his head. "Don’t."

"You need it," you said softly, watching how his jaw tightened, how his entire body remained coiled like a predator on the verge of breaking.

"You don’t understand what you’re offering me," he ground out, voice thick with restraint.

"I do," you countered, undeterred. "And I trust you."

His breath hitched, sharp and unsteady, as though even the act of inhaling had become unbearable. You saw the precise moment his control cracked—the slight shudder of his shoulders, the way his fingers curled inward like he was trying to grasp onto the last fraying threads of restraint. His entire body tensed, rigid with conflict, every muscle coiled as if preparing for battle—though whether it was against himself or against the temptation of you, you couldn’t tell. His throat bobbed with a thick swallow, his lips parting just slightly, and you swore you heard the faintest of whimpers escape before he clenched his jaw tight. Even his eyes, which had burned with defiance moments ago, now flickered with something raw—need, desperation, the slow, aching loss of a war he had been fighting for too long.

"You shouldn’t," he whispered, but his voice lacked conviction.

"Then make me afraid," you challenged, stepping closer until you could feel the cold radiating from his body. "Show me why I should run."

His eyes snapped to yours, blazing with something dark and dangerous. "Don't tempt me."

You reached up, fingers brushing against his cheek. His skin was cold, but beneath the surface, you could feel something simmering—an unbearable heat restrained only by sheer will.

"Please," you whispered, tilting your head slightly, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. "Take what you need."

Ji-yong's breath came out in a harsh, shuddering exhale. His restraint shattered. With a growl, he surged forward, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and devastating. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body trembling against yours. You gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, his grip tightening as though he could never be close enough.

And then his lips left yours, breaking away with a soft, lingering drag, as if he was reluctant to part from you even for a second. The absence sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could chase after him, he was already moving—his mouth tracing a slow, tortuous path down the curve of your jaw. His breath, hot and uneven, fanned over your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You felt the way his lips hovered just above your pulse, not quite touching, not yet claiming, as though savoring the anticipation was its own form of pleasure. His nose brushed along the delicate column of your throat, and you heard the sharp inhale he took, drinking in your scent like it was something intoxicating. Every second felt stretched, unbearably slow, the air between you thick with tension, with hunger, with the final, fragile moment before surrender. His hands twitched against you, his grip tightening, and when he finally spoke, his voice was wrecked, desperate.

"Tell me to stop."

You swallowed, feeling the rapid pulse beneath your skin. "I won’t."

"Don’t do this to me," he groaned.

A soft, lingering kiss. Then another. And another. It was almost reverent, the way he worshiped your neck, the way his lips traced delicate patterns as if memorizing every inch of you. But beneath the tenderness, there was something raw, something unraveling. His breathing was uneven, his body vibrating with tension, his fingers gripping you like he already knew he was falling.

Then, finally, a sharp sting.

Your breath caught, hands flying to his shoulders as his fangs pierced your skin. The pain was brief, a sudden bite of ice before warmth flooded through you, spreading in slow, tingling waves. Your pulse pounded in your ears, a deep, thrumming sensation that pulsed in time with his lips against your throat.

He groaned against you, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you impossibly closer, his body molding to yours, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes like he was afraid you might slip away. His fangs sank deeper, his lips sealing around the wound as he drank, slow at first, savoring it, his tongue sweeping over your skin as he let out a low, guttural sound of pleasure.

The sensation was dizzying. Heat bloomed beneath your skin, pooling low in your stomach, sending tendrils of fire curling through your veins. Your body felt light, almost weightless, like you were drifting somewhere between reality and a dream.

"Ji-yong," you whispered, your fingers slipping into his hair, tangling into the silken strands. You barely recognized your own voice—it was breathless, dazed, lost in the feeling of him.

He growled in response, a deep, primal sound vibrating through his chest. Suddenly, the pull became stronger. Faster. More desperate.

Your eyelids fluttered, another wave of dizziness washing over you as your knees weakened beneath you. Your fingers, which had been gripping his hair so tightly, now slid back down to his shoulders, clinging onto him for balance.

"Ji-yong," you whispered again, a soft plea this time.

But he wasn’t listening. He was lost. His fangs sank deeper, his arms like iron around you, holding you in place as he drank greedily, as if he had been starved for centuries and had finally found salvation. Your body felt weaker with each passing second, your limbs heavy, the fire that had burned so intensely now fading into something softer, something colder. A flicker of unease curled in your chest.

"Ji-yong…" Your voice was fainter now, barely audible, but still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t hear. Or maybe, he simply couldn’t.

Your fingers weakly pressed against his chest, trying to push him back. But you had no strength left. The room around you blurred, the edges of your vision darkening. Your heartbeat, which had been pounding so wildly just moments ago, now slowed.

Slower.

And slower.

And then, it stuttered.

His entire body went rigid, the world around him fading into nothing but the silence—deafening, absolute. His fangs retracted from your throat, the loss of contact sending a sickening wave of clarity crashing into him. He barely had time to catch you as your body sagged, limp and weightless, against his chest.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened. And when he did, terror gripped him like a vice.

“No…” The whisper barely escaped his lips, his hands shaking as they hovered over your face, afraid to touch you, afraid to confirm the truth. His fingers finally pressed against your cheek—cold. Too cold. "No, no, no, no—" His voice broke, his breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps as he cradled you closer.

Your chest still rose and fell, but it was too slow, your breaths too faint.

And your heartbeat—

God, your heartbeat. He could barely hear it anymore. Panic crashed into him like a tidal wave, violent and relentless. His mind reeled, screaming at him to do something, anything—but there was nothing. He had done this. He had drained too much. He had crossed the line he swore he never would. His hands trembled as they cupped your face, tilting your head back so he could see you. Your lips were slightly parted, your lashes fluttering weakly, struggling against the pull of unconsciousness.

"Come back to me," he pleaded, his voice barely more than a whisper. His fingers brushed over your cheek, desperate, frantic. "Please. Open your eyes. Look at me."

Nothing.

A broken sound escaped him, something between a sob and a gasp, his head shaking as if denying the reality before him would change it. His thumb ghosted over your lips, the same lips that had whispered his name in laughter, in teasing, in love. Now, they were still. Lifeless.

His chest constricted painfully, his throat tight with unshed tears.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered, his voice raw, shaking. “I was supposed to protect you.” His grip tightened, his forehead pressing desperately against yours. “You told me it was okay, but—” A sharp inhale. His breath hitched. "You didn’t mean this."

Your breath stuttered. Your fingers, which had been loosely curled against his shirt, twitched once.

"That’s it," he exhaled, hope flaring like a dying ember. "Come back. Stay with me, aein. Please—"

The moment was fleeting, because then your body went still. Completely still. A silence followed—one so absolute, so crushing, that it swallowed him whole. Ji-yong didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. It felt like the universe had shattered around him, like reality itself had caved in, leaving him in an empty void where only one truth remained:

You were gone.

His lips parted, a broken gasp escaping as the realization hit him full force. A violent tremor ran through his body, his grip on you tightening as if he could physically hold onto whatever was left of you, as if he could keep you here through sheer will alone. But there was no heartbeat beneath his fingertips. No warmth against his cold skin. No breath. Just silence.

His chest rose and fell in uneven, shaking gasps, but he couldn’t get enough air, couldn’t think, couldn’t process the weight of what he had done. His hands moved, pressing desperately against your face, your arms, your shoulders—anywhere, everywhere—as if trying to coax you back, as if trying to steal back the life he had drained from you. Of course, nothing changed. You weren’t waking up. You never would.

A sob ripped from his throat, raw and strangled, the sound of a man breaking beyond repair. He rocked you in his arms, pressing his forehead against yours, his lips ghosting over your temple.

"You told me I wouldn’t destroy you." A breathless laugh, wet with unshed tears, escaped him. "I told myself I wouldn't, either."

His fingers curled against the fabric of your shirt, clutching at you like a drowning man grasping for the surface. But you were slipping away, already lost to the abyss, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His lips found your forehead, lingering there in a desperate attempt to memorize the way you felt, the way you smelled, the way you had once been so undeniably, breathtakingly alive. His voice was a whisper, so soft it barely broke the silence.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, cradling you, whispering your name over and over as if saying it enough times could bring you back. His mind refused to process it, refused to let go.

And then—

Something inside him shattered completely.

A raw, guttural cry tore from his lips, his body curling over yours, shaking with the force of his grief. It was a sound ripped straight from the depths of his soul, from the part of him that had once believed he could have something good in this life. But he had been a fool. He had been warned, over and over, that this was inevitable. That love was a luxury his kind could never afford. That mortals were fragile, fleeting, too easily lost. Now, he has proven them right. He had been selfish.

He killed the only thing that had ever made him feel human.

The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the broken sobs that wracked his frame. He didn’t move, didn’t think—just held you, rocking slightly, whispering your name in a voice that cracked and crumbled under the weight of his sorrow. At some point, the bloodstains on his lips dried. At some point, the warmth of your body faded completely.

And at some point, Ji-yong truly realised how damning eternal life could be.

#bigbang #bigbang x reader #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #gdragon #gdragon x reader #vampire au #kpop #kpop x reader #ao3 writer #ao3 link #vampire #angst

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rosones · 4 months ago

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social media au - being in an all-girl k-pop group touring with bigbang

liked by ttt, luminaofficial, bigbangalaxy_official & 2,468,992 others

y/n ✓ - night 1 of Luminance 🤍

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user - such a good show !!

gtopstan4eva - did anybody else peep how close y/n and Top were getting during bangbangbang???

user - /@gtopstan4eva probs just the way the dance was choreographed 🤷‍♀️

user - both groups were amazing together !!!

user - loved the setlist

user - jiyong looked soooo good 😩😩

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y/n ✓ - :)

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user - so cute how everybody is just friends now because of tour 🥹

ttt ✓ - y/n tripped me while on that hike btw

y/n ✓ - /@ttt 🌚

user - the polaroids of everyone is so wholesome

user - love these girls, you can tell there’s really a sisterhood there

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aizshallnotbefound · 2 months ago

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missing you

You want jiyong back too— but you couldn’t be more discreet about it

Jiyong’s pov | ft. @makeitworse. Contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. Social media au collab, y/n's pov

a/n: collab post with @makeitworse ! congratulation on hitting 300 followers hon <3

r/kpopcelebgossip user: So idk if any of yall have noticed but remember during like 2015-2016 (basically MADE era) y/n and g dragon were like in a speculated relationship right? It was so obvious because of their on stage chemistry , behind the scenes etc etc and i was just stalking gd’s page (peaceminusone) and i was js simply scrolling and i saw literally no pics of them together back when gd posted alot. And i checked his other accounts too and literally no pics of y/n. I checked y/n’s page as well and NO pics at all of them everything is Wiped. No official statement yet but y’all… Do we think it’s over?? Top Comments: user: NONONO IT CANT BE SAY SIKE RN user: I CHECKED THEIR PAGE TOO- the two unliked all of their posts

user: i checked y/n’s spam acc too, literally no pics of jiyong, she literally unliked all posts about gd from all of her accounts. user: they were THE it couple of the k-pop industry no way they ended things like this. I genuinely thought they would get married 😭 user: when is g-dragons ver of eyes nose and lips gonna drop || user: this better be like tae and min hyorin’s breakup where they get back together or im gonna jump user: This is worse than when my parents divorced 😩 user: this better be a PR stunt- MY PARENTS CANT GET DIVORCED LIKE THIS dispatch.co.kr [EXCLUSIVE] “Something’s Off?”… Idol G-DRAGON and Idol Y/N Allegedly Call It Quits After Fans Spot Deleted Photos and Unfollows K-pop fans are speculating about a possible breakup between top idols G-dragon and Y/n, after a series of sudden changes on their social media accounts—raising eyebrows over an alleged romantic relationship that was never officially confirmed since 2015.

According to Dispatch’s exclusive monitoring, the two stars quietly unliked each other’s recent and old Instagram posts, and deleted several photos in which they appeared together. Though their agencies have never acknowledged any relationship, fans have long suspected that the two were more than just “industry friends.” 👀 The Evidence? Gone.

Fans first noticed something strange earlier this week when Y/n’s Instagram feed no longer included a carousel photo posted in September 2016 featuring G-dragon backstage at a music show. Within hours, G-dragon also deleted some story highlight’s of Y/N with her kpop group 2NE1.

Furthermore, the pair no longer engage with each other’s posts, despite previously dropping frequent likes and subtle emojis. The once-public digital trail has gone cold. Were They Ever Dating?

Neither party has ever commented on dating rumors, though they were spotted several times wearing what fans described as “matching couple items,” including rings and other accessories. The two was seen many times in events, cruises etc. the two idols was also seen attending eachothers concerts at times secretly. y/n’s car was seen multiple times near his penthouse as well. Their on stage chemistry was fan loved and fueled more to the dating speculations

While some claimed it was just friendship, others believed there was “something more.” than just colleagues or friends 🔕 No Comment from Agencies

When contacted, both agencies declined to comment, stating, “We do not respond to speculation regarding artists’ private lives.” 🌀 Fans React

Online forums are buzzing with mixed reactions—some expressing disappointment, others still questioning if the relationship ever existed in the first place.

“If they weren’t together, why delete the photos now?” “Even their friends used to tease them in live streams… something definitely happened.”

Whether it was a quiet romance or a close friendship that soured, one thing’s clear: something has changed—and fans noticed.

📷 Dispatch will continue to monitor developments.Whether it was love, friendship, or just rumors, we wish both artists the best as they move forward.

r/kpopcelebgossip [DISCUSSION] Y/n is deleting and blocking fans who mention g-dragon or the alleged breakup — seems like lowkey confirmation? 👀 Posted by User - 2 hours ago Kpop fans going crazy rn because of g-dragon and y/n alleged break up but yall my sister went to her recent post and commented about it AND SHE WAS BLOCKED??? Apparently she is taking down comments about her and gd Like… she’s NEVER done this before?? She’s always been super chill about people commenting whatever—even when shipping rumors were flying before. But now if you even mention him, your comment disappears or you suddenly get restricted 🫠 saw at least 4 fans on Twitter and Insta stories saying they were:

-Soft blocked or removed from followers

-Had their comment about the “deletion/unfollow drama” removed-Got DM blocked after tagging her with “hope you’re okay” type comments

this lowkey feels like confirmation that something DID happen, right?

Top Comments: /user: At this point i wont be surprised if she turns off her comments for a while. Some of yall are really taking it too far with some comments. Privacy is a thing yk?

/user: SHE BLOCKED ME TOO- i put a g dragon gif and she blocked my ass 😭

/user: She was letting people ship her for months. This sudden wipeout screams breakup.

user: Still waiting for Dispatch to drop the “deleted story screenshots” like they always do lol.

/user: I feel bad for her. Must be hard dealing with this stuff publicly. The way fans dissect everything can’t help. Especially the way this would spread through korea gossip media channels

/user: her pr team going WILD with the block button. This is the most aggressive reaction she’s ever had on social. If they weren’t dating… why delete comments at all?

/user: If I ever get blocked by my bias for mentioning her “rumored ex,” I will cry and also make it my whole personality.

/user: She deleted every single reference to jiyong including that old comment under his birthday post. That was the silent nail in the coffin for me tbh.

[DISCUSSION] Idol Y/N A Spotted With Mystery Man Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 27 July 2024 Some photos came out earlier this week of Y/n walking with a man in what looks like Tokyo. Nothing dramatic, just the two of them walking side by side. Not much pda, both masked up and dressed pretty casually. Still, people immediately started speculating — mainly because the guy looks a lot like G-dragon, her ex boyfriend

If you’re not familiar with their history, they were rumored to be dating around 2015. Never confirmed, but it was kind of an open secret. It was too obvious. They had a lot of lowkey interactions online, subtle matching items, and fans noticed some behind-the-scenes stuff during overlapping schedules, Liking eachothers posts and alot of pics of eachother. Things seemed to be off in 2017, right when G-dragon started his motte tour. That was the point where people started suspecting they were having issues. She usually attends bigbang concerts and gd’s tours whenever she has the time. She’s always seen in the crowd secretly and sometimes backstage pics but during motte tour she was never seen in the crowd ever she barley reposted about it like she usually does with all her industry friends. People thought she was focusing on her solo career or the bigger opinion which was they were having issues. By 2018, it became pretty clear they were done. y/n unliked a bunch of old posts about them, deleted comments that referenced their relationship (or the breakup), and generally stopped engaging with anything related to him. No official statement, but fans took that as confirmation. This all happened a few months (suspected december , november) after he came back from military service. Which marks the start of their hiatus. So naturally, when these new photos dropped, a lot of people jumped to conclusions. But after comparing recent pics and doing some basic digging, it’s clearly not jiyong. Here’s why:

-jiyong was recently seen in seoul and where y/n is it looks alot like tokyo and after some digging it looks like a familiar cafe in tokyo .

-This guy doesn’t have the same tattoos.

-He’s slightly taller and has a different build.

-y/n and Gd haven’t interacted in years, so a random public link-up seems unlikely without any hints at least like they usually did back in the days. - She’s been laying low for a while. From 2020, y/n been really under the radar in her hiatus. She occasionally posts about her cats, art or fashion but she’s avoided any public drama or dating speculation. Her pr team still deletes comments about them till this day. If this was a reconnection with jiyong, it seems weird she’d risk being seen in public so casually after every thing she has done to avoid when it first started No info yet on who the guy actually is — could be a friend, someone she works with, or maybe she’s quietly seeing someone new (most likely). Hard to say. She’s been keeping a pretty low profile lately, especially on social media, so this kind of sighting stood out.Anyway, just putting this here since I’ve seen a lot of people assuming it’s jiyong. I personally think It’s not. But the timing’s interesting considering how quiet she’s been for the past year or so. Even jiyong.

So what do you guys think?

Top Comments: /user: yeah that man aint GD he doesnt have his fashion sense

/user: I thought it might be him at first but the tattoos thing convinced me otherwise. No way he’d get them removed, and that guy’s hands are almost completely clean.

/user: Kinda surprised people even thought it was him. He literally is in korea rn that same morning. Y’all think he’s teleporting?.

/user: To be fair, they were such a strong rumor couple in 2015–2016. I get why people are curious. But yeah, it’s been years, and she wiped all traces of him back in 2018. That wasn’t a soft breakup — that was a clean digital erase. Its been 5 years since then, hard to digest ik but cmon guys

/user: Lowkey hoping it is someone new, she deserves to be happy. And private. After how messy the fandoms were during her rumored relationship with jiyong, I wouldn’t blame her for keeping it quiet now bc of how it turned out a bit messy last time.

/user: No offense but people forget these idols have friends. Not every man near a female idol is a secret boyfriend or ex. Sometimes it’s literally just a person they know.

/user: The fact that people still link her to g dragon every time she breathes near a man is wild. They haven’t even followed each other in YEARS.

/user: I miss her energy from 2015–2016 but she seems like she’s in a more peaceful phase now. Let the girl walk through Tokyo with a guy in peace 😭

/user: People saying “he walks like Gd” like… be serious 😭 The dude has a completely different gait and posture. gd always walked like he was storming a runway. This guy looks like he’s going to buy tofu.

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View comments User - my childhood is returning and i couldn't be more happier

_minzy_mz - 🔥❤

user - WAIT SHE’S COMING BACK TO THE GROUP??? Im so glad to witness this

User - PLEASE COME TO EUROPE I BEG

User - welcome back queen <3

User - if i was there i would have fainted

User - THE QUEENS HAVE RETURNEDDDDDDD User - the date july 2024 must be marked RN

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[GOSSIP] Y/n caught dancing to BIGBANG at MAMA 2024— reactions to questions about his new album ubermensch

Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 1 hour ago If you guys saw the recent MAMA awards, y/n had kind of came back from her long term hiatus and the camera slightly panned towards y/n’s table and she was seen vibing and dancing along to fantastic baby and bang bang with her table members like old times. Fans were used to seeing her get all excited when they performed, so this was nothing new. She was singing and dancing along to their song like before. It didn’t seem like she was doing it out of anything too deep, just that usual vibe where everyone’s hyping each other up and vibing to the performance like its a bigbang concert—something fans have seen her do before. But now... it’s making everyone question things. 👀 1: The awkward interview moments Things took a turn when a few interviewers asked her some awkward questions backstage about g-dragons new album. Yikes.

One interviewer asked, “So, g-dragons new album is dropping soon, any thoughts?” She literally just smiled awkwardly and said, “I’m here to enjoy the show, thank you,” before walking away like she didn’t hear the question. 💀

Another one asked, “Are you supporting his comeback?” She gave a forced smile and responded, “I’m just here for the performances tonight.” It was so clear she wasn’t feeling the topic. What does this mean?Fans are reading a lot into the way she dodged the interview questions, and it’s giving major “let me distance myself from this conversation” energy. While she was vibing to their song like nothing was wrong, her responses say otherwise.

Top Comments:

/user: She was vibing because that's just who she is—she always hypes her friends. But then the awkwardness in the interview is CLEARLY saying, “I’m over it, I’m moving on”

/user: Girl was vibing because of the history with her group and his, but she’s not here for the press bringing him up. She’s distancing herself hard.

/user: I think she’s just tired of all the constant questions about him. She’s been fangirling for ages, but now that things are different, she’s probably just wanting peace.

/user: Yeah, she’s always hyped Bigbang, but you can’t ignore the energy shift when she was interviewed. I feel like the breakup hit harder than we realize.

user: I highkey feel like she’s still trying to keep it friendly, but the press won’t let her breathe. I just wish they’d stop asking her about it. Its been 5 years since then

user: Honestly, I think the whole situation is a lot more complicated than we’re seeing. She was vibing because she’s not petty, but she doesn’t want to talk about him because it’s personal. Her face says it all. But she has no beef with bigbang

Liked by gossip_loverVIP , YG_familyupdates & 880,242 others yournamexx ✓ - amazing reunion week with an old friend 💗 28 february 2024 View comments User - WHOAAA WHO’S THAT???

User - iv seen this guy in her old music vids before-

user - gd gonna pull up with a new thirst trap now User_lvssteve - /@user be careful hon she might block your ass

User - if this man ends up being that alleged bf back in 2024 gd gonna throw hands while bonamana plays in the bg

User - so happy she is posting more now and with her old friends

User - whats this cuties @? User - IS THIS THE 2024 MYSTERY MAN User - i can smell someone's jealousy rn

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Liked by daraxxi , YG_familyupdates & 1,880,242 others yournamexx ✓ - ☕🌹 View comments User - she tryna imitate someones style huh 👀

User - its giving a certain diva (trying so hard not to be blocked again)

user - mr dragon gonna pull up with a new matching thirst trap now User_lvssteve - loving the outfit my queen

User - i need her phone case- please make it official merch girly

User - QUEEN IS POSTING MORE AGAIN YIPPIEE

User - one chance i beg you diva

User - ngl how could someone ever break up with her User - someone is resisting to tap the like button badly rn View 20k more comments

Liked by chaelincl , YG_familyupdates & 779,251 others yournamexx ✓ - 🫰🌹 View comments User - IS THAT DAISIES?!?!

User - AM I SEEING STUFF OR IS THIS A GD REFERENCE

user - her tryna make it as discreet as possible aint working anymore User - GD REFERENCE GOING HARDDD

User - she KNOWS what she’s doing

User - nail care routine drop when

userlvrtop - he is resisting to repost badly i can smell it

User - /@userlvrtop - i bet he’s losing his shit seeing this rn

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Liked by gossiplvr18_8 , _minzy_mz & 1,818,251 others yournamexx ✓ - made this silly touch some grass View comments

User - DAISY REFERENCE IS GOING HARD

User - she’s making it obvious atp

user - her cat in this too huh User - you cannot tell me she doesnt have a daisy bong yet

User - cant wait for a certain someone to post a rose pic

User - they definitely have spam accounts to stalk eachother

Userlvsss - gd is definitely fangirling seeing all this View 17k more comments

Liked by d_lable_official , _minzy_mz & 70,251 others yournamexx ✓ - thank you @zip___ds for having me ! 💗 6 March View comments User - ji definitely asked daesung to set them up

user - ABOUT TIME SHE WAS ON ZIP User - daesung was RESISTING to ask about the one who shall not be named

User - so happy she’s still so close with daesung after all these years <3 User - need a friendship like theirs

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Liked by chaelincl , xxxibgdrgn & 779,251 others yournamexx ✓ - guess who ★

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User - one chance just ONE CHANCE

User - AM I HIGH OR DID G DRAGON LIKE THIS??? Boy you aint slick userlvrtop - need her in a way that would make me shameless

user - IM CRASHING OUT RN GD LIKED GD LIKEDDDDDD User - GD FUCKING LIKED HOLY FUCKING SHIT

User - jiyong’s ovulating yall

User - BODY SERVING TEAAAA View 15k more comments

Liked by chaelincl , xxxibgdrgn & 300,251 others blackjacks_ot5 - 2ne1 being unhinged core View comments User - i love how most of these are js y/n being freaky

User - gd liked… GD LIKEDDDDD User - gd really be going around liking everything related to y/n atp userlvrtop - did jiyong get flashbacks of her being freaky

user - g-dragons digital footprints goes hard User - i love just like how seunghyun kissed almost everyone from bigbang, y/n has kissed every member of 2ne1

User - jiyong aint even tryna hide it atp

UsermarriedcL - oh gd is down bad

Usergyrodropped - /@UsermarriedcL - he too bad for yn- okay il shut up

UsermarriedcL - /@Usergyrodropped i bet he was wished karina was y/n atp

[GOSSIP] Y/n avoiding all questions regarding g-dragons new album Posted by u/kpop_gossip_queen · 30 minutes ago

So after iconic 2nd gen groups are making their comeback g-dragon and y/n’s alleged relationship and break up also made a comeback its only fair as an otp shipper of theirs to dissect the recent drama thats been going on in their instagram

If anyone has seen y/n’s recent live on instagram after a longgg time since her hiatus she was just chilling and answering some questions from the live chat and ofc as expected many questions about gd , their break up etc etc.. here are the two transcript i heard her saying 1st - question: what do you think about gyro drop? - answer: “oh gyro drop? Like the ride? Its one of my favourites. To be honest when i first went on it i was nervous but the more i went on it was fun and it became my favourite ride like ever”

2nd - question: thoughts on ubermensch? - answer: “oh the nieztsche philosophy? yeah ive heard about it. Idk whats its exactly about though”

She’ dodging the questions left and right about him or literally anything related to him but soon after she has been seen on instagram liking one of gd’s post about his cats iye and princess zoa.

Everyones thoughts on this?

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/user: she is dodging anything related to him meanwhile jiyong being so obvious about them 😭 he needs his wife to come back home to the kids (their cats) /user: i just know his cats miss y/n too 😔🙏

/user: i bet he made a spam account and was just giggling and kicking his feet the entire live

/user: when gd posted a thirst trap with the song bonamana after she posted a pic with her guy bestie IS SENDING ME. never knew this man could act like that one desperate ex bf /user: he’s down bad for her again and she’s teasing the fuck out of him by ignoring all the thirst traps i just know it

/user: his hands are ITCHING to like and comment on her posts- i just know he has spam accounts to stalk her instagram and google if she’s currently single and shi 😭🙏

/user: IS THIS A SIGN THEY WOULD GET BACK TOGETHER???? MY PARENTS LETS GOOOOO

/user: he definitely asked taeyang’s help on how to get your ex gf back through songs

/user: gd gonna pull up with a new mv where y/n’s billboard picture in the bg while he sings his heart out on ibelongiiu

/user: i wonder if she got flashbacks on hearing gyro drop and ibelongiiu

/user: take me & ibelongiiu are definitely his ver of eyes nose lips

/user: after hearing gyro drop chorus we definitely know who's always on top and the more freaky one

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emmiesoverthemoon · 3 months ago

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a helping hand (and maybe three more): one

Pairing: t.o.p + g-dragon x reader

Word Count: 3,888

Summary: As Taeyang's sister, you asked for your brother's help moving and he brought a few extra sets of hands to help you out. After meeting you, these two in particular have a keen eye for you.

Tags: not famous au, fluff, pining, flirting, competitive seunghyun and jiyong, reverse harem type beat

part two ao3

The call had been simple enough—just a quick request to your older brother, Youngbae, to see if he could spare some time to help you in your move to your new place. The pieces of furniture were heavy, the boxes unwieldy, and although you held pride in yourself for your independence, there were limits to what you could handle alone.

“Of course, I want to help,” he had sighed, voice warm with sibling affection, but tinged with hesitation. “I’m just with the guys right now. Would it be okay if I came after?”

You had smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “Of course! I totally understand, you have a busy schedule. Come whenever you can.”

What you didn’t expect was that Youngbae wasn’t the only one listening.

From the other end of the line, muffled voices burst into the background, too distant to make out individual words but unmistakably curious. Then, clearer and more insistent, a different voice—loud, incredulous—piped up.

“A girl that isn’t Hyo-rin?! Youngbae, who is that?!”

There was a brief silence before Youngbae responded, slower this time, like he already knew what was coming next. “…My sister.”

Another wave of noise, overlapping questions tumbling over each other in a mix of disbelief and excitement.

“You have a sister?!”

“How long have we known you? And this is the first time we’re hearing about this?!”

The commotion escalated before Youngbae could properly diffuse it, and by the time he managed to get a word in, the decision had already been made for him.

“Let’s help her move!” someone declared, enthusiasm uncontainable, then, unintelligible agreements followed from various other voices.

Youngbae sighed once more, barely concealing the reluctant fondness in his voice. “Okay, okay. Fine. Let’s go now,” Then, after a pause, he sighed into the phone, now addressing you, “I’ll see you soon.”

You were unsure what you were expecting when you heard the knock on your door—just Youngbae, maybe looking a little tired from the drive, dressed casually, and ready to lift and move things without much fuss. Instead, when you opened the door, your breath hitched in surprise.

There he was, yes—your brother, standing at the forefront with that familiar, easygoing smile, but flanking him were several unfamiliar faces, an entourage of three other—admittedly rather attractive—men you had never seen before. They stood in various states of curiosity and amusement, all eyes fixed on you like they were seeing some rare, undiscovered species.

Your lips parted, words caught somewhere between confusion and apprehension. “You brought your whole friend group?”

Youngbae exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah… Turns out I’ve accidentally been keeping you a secret from them. They kind of forced their way here.”

A chorus of protests erupted behind him. “Forced? We volunteered!”

One of them beamed at you, unbothered by the tension in your shoulders. “We couldn’t let Youngbae be the only one helping! Strength in numbers, right?”

You hesitated, momentarily overwhelmed. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful—extra hands meant things would get done much faster—but this was your brother’s world colliding with yours in a way you had not anticipated. You had never met his friends before; he was always a little protective of you in terms of your interactions with guys. But here they were now, standing in your doorway, waiting for you to let them in.

You swallowed down your awkwardness and took a small step back, opening the door wider. “Well… I guess I won’t say no to free labor.”

It took a short time for you to notice two particular members of Youngbae’s group acting… different.

Seunghyun and Jiyong, as you would later learn their names, seemed especially taken aback by your presence. You caught the barely restrained awe flickering in their eyes, the way their gazes lingered a beat too long, their stunned silence stretching just enough for the others to notice.

Jiyong, never one to be subtle, was the first to react, exhaling dramatically as if he had just witnessed a celestial event. “God damn,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. “Youngbae, you have been hiding a literal goddess from us.”

Seunghyun, though initially quieter, was no less enchanted. His lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. His eyes roamed over you, admiration evident, though he tried—unsuccessfully—to be discreet about it.

Their newfound mission was immediately clear: impress you at all costs.

Jiyong, exuding nothing but pure, natural charisma, took the lead. He was at your side in an instant, plucking boxes out of your hands before you could so much as protest. “No way are you lifting anything heavy,” he declared, winking as he made a show of flexing his arms. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Seunghyun, still finding his rhythm, followed suit—perhaps a little more hesitant at first, but gaining confidence as the moments came and went. He tugged off his jumper, rolling up his sleeves just enough to emphasize the definition of his arms—“just because it was hot in the room”—sending the occasional sidelong glance your way to gauge your reaction. When Jiyong leaned in with a playful smirk, murmuring some flirtatious remark while Youngbae was distracted, Seunghyun wasn’t far behind, his deep voice adding a quieter, but equally compelling layer to the teasing.

Youngbae, for his part, pretended not to notice. He busied himself with moving furniture, he and Daesung working cooperatively with moving the large pieces, acting oblivious even as two of his friends tripped over themselves in an attempt to gain your attention.

But you knew better—knew him better. He was aware. He was absolutely watching them.

And though he knew you were a grown woman whom he trusted could handle herself, you also knew that if things ever went too far, his protective instincts would kick in.

For now, though, he let it slide. For now, he was simply observing, waiting to see how this would unfold.

Not even 20 minutes after Youngbae and his friends had left your home, you noticed two new notifications on your phone which caused you to let out a laugh. Jiyong and Seunghyun had somehow found your Instagram and followed you, those stalkers.

In Youngbae’s car, he and Daesung were talking each other’s heads off, filling the front portion of the car with random conversation. In the backseat, Seunghyun and Jiyong were sat together, scrolling through and admiring your posts, already competing with one another.

“I want her.” Jiyong whispered, praying Youngbae would remain oblivious.

Seunghyun’s head snapped up from his phone to raise his eyebrow at Jiyong, “No, I do. Probably more so than you, too.”

A smirk curled on Jiyong’s lips as he raised his brow in return, feeling his ego inflate with each passing second, “Well, may the best man win.”

From that moment, your new apartment became their battleground.

Both men found even the smallest of reasons to visit you, to linger at your door with excuses that grew flimsier by the day—offering to fix things that were or were not broken, carrying in groceries you had never asked for, just happening to be in the area. Every visit was a new attempt to outdo the other, their teasing turning sharper, their charm growing more deliberate. They were not just helping you move anymore—they were moving into your life, staking their claims, and neither was backing down. The whole ordeal was ridiculous to you, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you hated all the attention you were receiving from these two inexplicably gorgeous men.

What started as lighthearted competition soon escalated. The playful banter between them became increasingly pointed and bold, each interaction between you three layered with tension that neither Jiyong nor Seunghyun wanted to acknowledge—at least, not in front of you. Each of them pushed the limits, their rivalry turning into a quiet war of persistence. It was in the lingering stares, the slight brushes of their hands against yours, the subtle one-upping in conversation, each trying to establish himself as the one who deserved your attention the most.

By the time the moving-in period had passed and your housewarming party arrived, the tension had built into something unbearable.

They sat either side of you on the couch, Seunghyun to your right, Jiyong to your left. Every word was heavy, every touch—no matter how innocent—felt risky, it sent a hot shiver down your spine. Seunghyun leaned in close to your ear, voice low. “You’ve been driving us crazy, you know.”

Jiyong’s fingers brushed against your thigh, featherlight but deliberate. “Absolutely insane.”

Your heartbeat drummed in your chest, it was all too much, too close, too intense. You let out a breath in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming weight on your shoulders. You needed to get off of this couch before the weight grew heavier and crushed you.

“I need some air,” you quickly rose to your escape, not leaving a single glance back at the now confused men on your sofa.

Slipping away onto your balcony, you exhaled shakily, but solitude was short-lived. Footsteps followed, and soon, they were there, side by side, watching you with an intensity that made your stomach twist into knots.

“You okay?” Seunghyun’s voice was softer now, concerned.

You turned, heart pounding. “I... I don’t know what’s going on between you two and I, but it’s been overwhelming. I feel like I’m caught in something I don’t understand.”

A pause. Then, Jiyong smirked. “Oh, you’ll understand.”

Seunghyun exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “We both like you. And we’re both not exactly the type to back down.”

Your heart stuttered. “So this has been a competition?”

Jiyong’s gaze darkened, amused. “Call it a battle of devotion.”

“And I’m your prize?” Slow nods followed your statement, as if they were embarrassed to have their intentions aired out in such a way. Your head spun, realization settling in. This was dangerous. This was exhilarating. This was something you never saw coming, and you had no idea what to do next. You tore your eyes away, looking down to the street below your balcony, eye contact was too much for you to bare right now.

Sensing your anxiety, Seunghyun was the first to speak up, gently rubbing his hand on your shoulder to comfort you. “If you’re not comfortable with us acting this way, tell us and we will forget this ever happened.”

Unsure of what else he could do to help you, Jiyong leant forward—not enough to invade your personal space, but enough to ground you to them both. “We can just be friends! If that’s what you want.”

Your jaw twitched at their proposition, you did not want whatever this was to stop. Although it was new and a little scary, you were drunk from these two doting on you all the time, their very obvious yearning excited you more than anything.

“I just didn’t understand your reasons for coming over all the time, why it was me… now I get the idea,” you took a deep breath, slowly regaining your confidence again, you raised your head to look at them, “I think it’s fun. I want this to… keep going.”

After hearing your response, both of the men visibly brightened, their eyes which were filled with compassion not a moment ago now filled with competitiveness and want.

“Well, who are we to deny a lady what she wants,” Seunghyun chuckled, looking at Jiyong who shrugged mischievously in reply. “Should we head back in?”

After the housewarming party, the flirtation between you, Jiyong, and Seunghyun settled into something both comfortable and intense. It was as if the chemistry had become a game, a playful dynamic you had no chance of escaping. A dynamic that after both of them were selfless and comforting in your moment of worry, you were more than happy to indulge in.

It started innocently enough. Jiyong would continue to drop by, just to “check in” and “make sure everything was alright.” His visits were spontaneous, always bringing a gift or a bottle of a drink you liked, though you soon realized the gifts were not the point. He lingered. A little too long. The way he looked at you, his easy smile, the way his fingers would brush against yours when handing you something—it was deliberate. Teasing. He had picked up the habit of calling you a plethora of pet names just loud enough for Seunghyun to overhear, but not loud enough for you to call him out on it.

Seunghyun was no better. His approach was quieter, more subtle, but just as effective. He would pop in unexpectedly, casually bringing something you had no need for, just an excuse to hang around. Sometimes it was a warm beverage when he had bought one of his own, sometimes it was a movie suggestion, but his real gift was his presence. He had a way of standing too close, leaning in just a bit too much when handing you something or helping you with something small. And there were those moments when his eyes would lock with yours, and for a second, time would slow, and your breath would catch—an unspoken promise passing between you.

The feeling was thrilling, the attention they poured into you. You felt wanted, admired, and yet, no one made a move—at least, not in the traditional sense. The lines between friendship and something more blurred, it was as if the three of you were content to exist in this liminal space, where the flirtation was enough, and the tension was delicious.

It was supposed to be a simple get-together—just you, Jiyong, and Seunghyun, an impromptu night in, drinking the wine that the both of them had gifted you over the time they have known you. You all had been laughing, talking about everything and nothing at all, but as the evening wore on, the conversation took on a more intimate tone. The teasing became a little more personal, the jokes a little more daring. No expectations, no obligations.

But the way Jiyong draped over your couch, stretching out lazily, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned stomach? The way Seunghyun watched you from his spot near the window, sipping his drink slowly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk whenever your eyes met?

There was nothing casual about any of this.

Jiyong, always the instigator, leaned his head back against the couch, watching you with that half-lidded gaze of his. “You look tense,” he mused, voice smooth as silk. “Maybe you need a massage.”

Seunghyun exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Smooth.”

Jiyong ignored him, patting the space beside him. “C’mon, I’m serious. I have great hands.”

You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Oh, I’m sure you do.”

Jiyong grinned, shifting so his arm rested against the back of the couch, inches from your shoulder. He was close, his scent—something warm, spiced, intoxicating—wrapping around you like a snare. “You don’t believe me?” he asked, his voice dipping low, playful.

Seunghyun let out a soft scoff from the other side of the room. “If she wanted a massage, I think she’d ask someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

Your head snapped toward him, and there it was again—that heat in his gaze, steady and unreadable, as if he was measuring your reaction.

You tilted your head, playing along. “And you do?”

Seunghyun took another slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving yours. “I could prove it.”

Jiyong made a noise of protest, turning toward him with an exaggerated frown. “What, you think you can do better than me?”

Seunghyun now moved from the window to sit on your other side on the sofa, “I know I can.”

The tension in the room thickened, solidifying into something weighty, undeniable. Your pulse hammered as their attention honed in on you, a silent challenge crackling between them.

“You know, Seunghyun,” Jiyong drawled, looking over at him with a sly grin, “You’re awfully good at making her laugh. I’m beginning to think you’ve got a thing for her.” His voice had that playfulness that always made your stomach flutter, but there was an edge to it, a challenge.

Seunghyun remained composed, his smile just as cool, though his eyes darkened ever so slightly. “I’d say the same about you, Jiyong. You always seem to find an excuse to be here.” He shifted to be closer to you, his leg now flush against yours. “Maybe we both like her, and neither of us are willing to admit it.”

The room seemed to shrink. Your breath hitched at the way Seunghyun’s voice dropped, a little hushed, a little too intimate. Jiyong shot him a look but said nothing, instead running his fingers through his hair and throwing you a devil-may-care smile. “So, which one of us do you think is more charming, huh?” he teased, his voice lowering as well, eyes full of mischief.

You laughed, but it was breathless. “This feels like a competition,” you said, the heat between the three of you rising far too high. It was not the first time that they had joked about who had the upper hand, but tonight, it felt different. There was more to it, more desire hiding in the cracks of their smiles.

“Well, you can’t blame us for trying to impress you, gorgeous,” Jiyong said, his tone now entirely different. It was no longer a joke. “But if you ask me, I think Seunghyun’s the one who’s been holding back the most.” He looked at him, as if daring him to say something.

Seunghyun’s lips quirked upward. “I prefer to let actions speak louder than words. Isn’t that right, baby.” He had never called you baby before now. The way the name had slipped from his lips so easily sent a shiver down your spine, you had no words. Jiyong had called you things before and you enjoyed it, but the way Seunghyun’s husky voice sounded did things to you. He was not just talking about the move, about helping you settle into your new apartment, about just being a new friend. No, it was something else entirely. Something far more personal.

You could feel your face burn, you were unsure whether or not it was from the wine running its course through you, or two men beside you.

“What actions have you done? Little touches? Eye contact?” Jiyong laughed, now moving to lean in just as close. He moved his arm down onto your shoulders and softly grasped your jaw, forcing you to look over at Seunghyun. His face was real close to yours now, faces side by side as he spoke once more, “I bet there are a million and one actions that that man wants to do to you to… show you how he feels.”

Nevermind, the redness was absolutely from them.

“Now, now Jiyong, no need to rile her up so much,” Seunghyun raised his hand to release the hold still on your jaw. “Cat got your tongue, hm?”

You inhaled slowly, gathering yourself despite the way your pulse pounded in your ears. You were not about to let them win this round. So, with a slow blink and not letting your eyes leave Seunghyun’s, you tilted your head just slightly, letting a knowing smile play at your lips.

“Oh? And what exactly do you think I’m expecting you to do, Seunghyun?” Your voice was light, laced with teasing, but the glint in your eye was sharper, deliberate. A challenge, subtle but unmistakable.

Jiyong let out a low laugh, leaning back against the couch like he was watching the most entertaining show of his life. His gaze flicked between you and Seunghyun, amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes. “Careful, Seunghyun,” he mused, lips curling at the corners. “She’s got a sharp tongue.”

Seunghyun didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk only deepened, slow and knowing, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass in lazy circles. His eyes never left yours, watching, waiting. “I think,” he murmured, the weight of his voice dropping just slightly, “you like watching us squirm.”

A thrill ran through you, though you kept your expression perfectly composed. Instead, you gave a slow shrug, feigning nonchalance as you reached for your own drink. The cool rim of the glass pressed against your lips, and you let the silence stretch just long enough to make them wonder. Then, setting it down with careful precision, you leaned back against the cushions.

“Maybe I do,” you mused, tapping a finger against your lips in thought. Then, tilting your head ever so slightly, you added, “Is that all? Because, honestly… I expected more from you both.”

Seunghyun’s brow lifted slightly. It was barely a flicker, but you saw it—the fraction of a second where his carefully laid-back composure wavered.

Jiyong, however, let out an incredulous scoff, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Oh, you want more?” he echoed, but there was something different in his tone now—something intrigued, something interested, something hungry.

The way his gaze dragged over you then, slow and searching, made your stomach tighten. He was taking your words and turning them over, trying to decide what to make of them.

You simply shrugged again, letting the moment stretch, drawing out the tension like a bowstring pulled taut. Then, with practiced ease, you stood, stretching your arms above your head, the soft fabric of your shirt shifting slightly as you moved.

“I mean, if all you two have to offer is a little teasing,” you sighed, voice deliberately light, “I might as well just finish this wine and go to bed.”

Jiyong inhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head with a laugh as if trying to suppress whatever thoughts had just run through his mind. Seunghyun, on the other hand, stayed perfectly still, his eyes trained on you like he was finally seeing you for what you were—someone who was just as much of a player in this game as they were.

Then, he chuckled. Low. Dark.

“You think we’re just teasing?”

His voice was softer now, almost dangerous in the way it curled around the words.

You paused, turning just enough to glance over your shoulder at him, one brow raised. “Aren’t you?”

A beat of silence passes. A shift in the air.

You could feel their gazes on you, pressing, measuring. But you refused to break first.

With a slow, knowing smile, you picked up your glass again and made your way toward the kitchen. You didn’t rush, didn’t let them see anything but absolute confidence in every step.

“I’ll let you two figure out what to do with that information,” you tossed over your shoulder.

Jiyong let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “She’s dangerous,” he muttered, sounding half in awe, half exasperated.

Seunghyun let out a quiet hum, swirling the liquid in his glass as his gaze followed you out of the room.

“Tell me about it.”

part two ;)

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