#known jiyong

[jiyongssi]

okay ik comparison is a thief and im not really comparing here when i can't help but draw a parallel between my two best (and only) favourite bands in the world.

queen to big bang (ik ik im so sorry but hear me out! cause big bang admittedly drew inspiration from them)

freddie to gd: flamboyant, gay, fabulous and iconic; no explanations needed from how impactful their presences were/are

brian to taeyang: both are crucial in keeping the bands together, very smart, pretty calm and are practically the stripping poles for their flamboyant counterpart freaky friends (brian literally for freddie while taeyang primarily metaphorically through ages for gd)

roger to daesung: the drumming and singing and sticking by their brian and taeyang - i mean like, c'mon, incredulously obvious. this whole thing is also prompted cause i recalled during made era dae mentioned queen being one of their influences and in made era, dae was performing while playing drum from half of the tour for sober which retrospectively makes me think that they may have been aiming to emulate queen with sober being kind of a rock and roll vibe song

deaky to top: quiet but also iconic in their own ways. deaky with that globally famous baseline in under pressure - some may ignorantly know it as that ice ice baby song /intense eye roll/; among others like another one bites the dust too!? . tabi with his own solos which are incredible. both are also notorious for leaving their bands behind and being in deep equations with their teams' member; deaky and freddie were close and when freddie passed, deaky left and never reappeared till date. tabi with /cough cough/ gd

last but not least, both queen and big bang are very well known for their experimental, genre defeating, transcending global hits (queen with we will rock you and we are the champions and big bang with fantastic baby and bang bang bang). each of their members are multi talented too and excelled/excel at symbiosis. most importantly their crowd control and live performances are generationally iconic.

and with this, i rest my case. anyone can agree to disagree but ik i have a type, therefore im not wrong hehe

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (5)

summary: sending your partner a sexy text prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong had never known true suffering until this moment.

He was horny.

Frustrated.

And ignored.

His phone burned in his grip, and every single unanswered call just mocked him.

It was past midnight, and he was stuck at this never-ending music video shoot, running on caffeine and fumes. The director was talking about re-shooting a scene, but he hadn't paid attention since your name lit up his phone.

[My Jagi] thinking about you

[My Jagi] what if I slipped my underwear off rn?

[My Jagi] you'd never know

[My Jagi] unless I just show you

Jiyong had stared at his screen.

His brain short-circuited.

His throat went dry.

His fingers twitched.

A beat of pure, filthy anticipation hit him like a truck.

His pulse skyrocketed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking yes.

You were out clubbing tonight with your friends, dressed in that tiny little black dress he already told you was dangerous. And now you were thinking about him like that?

His body reacted immediately.

His grip on the phone tightened as he licked his lips, thumbs flying across the screen.

[Jiyong] Jagi… don’t play with me.

[Jiyong] Send it.

[Jiyong] Right now.

He hit send and waited.

Nothing.

He saw the little 'read' notification pop up.

No response.

His jaw clenched.

His knee bounced aggressively. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, suddenly too hot, too tense, too ready.

Okay. Fine.

He hit FaceTime.

Declined.

Jiyong blinked.

Oh, you were not about to do this.

He called again. Declined.

Once more.

Declined.

Jiyong exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, frustrated and painfully hard.

[Jiyong] Why aren’t you answering??

[Jiyong] Jagi you know what you do to me.

[Jiyong] Jagi

[Jiyong] JAGIYA

[Jiyong] PICK UP PLEASE JAGIYA

His crew was looking at him funny now, because he was barely holding it together.

The director called for him.

"Hyung, we’re ready for the next - "

"I need a break."

"…What?"

"FIVE MINUTES." Jiyong was already jogging off set, fisting his hands through his hair.

Door. Slammed. Locked.

He immediately called you again.

You. Finally. Answered.

"Thank god," he exhaled roughly, one hand already on his belt, unbuckling.

Your giggle only made things worse.

"Switch to FaceTime," he ordered, fumbling with the zip of his trousers. "Your reception must be terrible, I’ve been trying to call you - You know what? It’s fine. All I need is your voice, baby."

Your giggles continued, light and teasing.

"Ji…"

"Just talk to me, hmm? Keep me company while I - "

"It was just a prank!"

Jiyong froze.

His hands stopped moving.

His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes narrowing as he processed what you just said.

"…What?" His voice was deadly.

You giggled again, like this was some kind of game.

"I was just thinking about you while waiting for my friend in the bathroom," you admitted, voice still so sweet, so innocent, like you hadn’t just ruined his high.

Jiyong stared blankly at the wall.

His entire body was hot, tense, throbbing, and ready to explode.

"You…" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You were just pranking me?"

"Mhm."

He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.

"Okay…" His voice was dangerously calm. "But… can we have phone sex right now?"

"Jiyong! You're supposed to be working."

He groaned and tipped his head forward, hair falling onto his forehead.

"Baby, please. I can’t go back out there like this. You did this to me. Take responsibility."

"No way," you laughed. "Get back to work!"

He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair.

"But I can’t leave this bathroom right now...Like this."

You giggled again, and he swore he was going to lose his damn mind.

"Okay, fine, I can help with that," you hummed, suddenly switching to a sweet, soothing tone.

He perked up again, readying himself.

"Think of… my dad."

Jiyong face scrunched up. Had he heard you correctly?

"Do - do you mean me?"

"Jiyong! No! Stop thinking like that. Oh, oh, wait, I forgot to tell you that I crashed the lambo the other day."

"Huh?"

"Oooh okay, this is a good one... do you remember that one time you saw Youngbae in a thong - "

"FUCK - NO! No, no, no - " Jiyong slapped a hand over his face, groaning in agony. "Oh Jagi why..."

You cackled.

He exhaled slowly, finally feeling himself calm down.

"Okay," he said smoothly, composing himself. "I’m ending this shoot early and picking you up."

"What? Ji - "

"Nothing's better than the real thing anyway."

And then he hung up

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

The dinner party was elegant.

Classy.

Polished.

Everything about the atmosphere demanded propriety - low lighting, soft music, the occasional tinkling of a champagne flute against crystal.

And then there was him.

Seunghyun stood across the room in a fitted suit, laughing softly at something someone had just said. One hand in his pocket, his posture lazy and elegant, while the other nursed a glass of wine. He looked unreal - like sin disguised in sophistication.

And he knew it.

You’d been keeping things quiet between you two.

For now.

Late nights. Shared cars. Rooms booked under fake names.

There was something deliciously addictive about the secrecy.

About knowing that no one else at this party had a clue that the two of you had practically torn each other's clothes off in the backseat of his car just last week.

And tonight? He hadn’t even said a word to you yet.

Just watched.

Every time you caught his eye across the room - which was often - it was like he was touching you without moving an inch.

Like he could feel the heat under your dress with just a glance. The way his tongue ran slowly across the inside of his cheek was obscene.

And he knew it.

So you decided to push the game further.

Sliding your phone discreetly under the table, you typed a message:

[My Princess] Thinking about the last time you touched me...

[My Princess] I still have the marks to remember

You hit send. Sat back. Watched.

He didn’t move.

He kept talking, eyes lazily flicking back to you like he could hear your thoughts. He wasn’t even reaching for his phone. Not even a glance.

You crossed your legs slowly, letting your heel dangle just enough to catch his attention again. Then, when he locked eyes with you for the tenth time, you gave him the subtlest little signal - a nod toward the phone in your hand.

Still nothing.

Instead, he excused himself from the conversation and walked straight across the room, every step deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable - except for the heat in his eyes.

He stopped beside your chair, leaned down low enough that only you could hear him, and said with a quiet, deep rasp,

“From the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… I think I already know what you want.”

Your pulse fluttered in your throat.

“I sent you a message,” you murmured, squeezing the device in your hand,.

He smiled - and it wasn’t a kind one.

“I’ll save that for later,” he said, straightening his cuff like he wasn’t about to do something reckless. “I want to see something else right now.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

He smirked and cocked his head towards the door.

And then you were slowly following him - heels clicking through the hallway like a warning bell - until the two of you slipped through the door of a sleek, dimly lit guest bathroom.

The lock clicked.

His hands were on you immediately.

“You think you can just sit there, looking at me,” he whispered against your neck, lips dragging fire across your skin. “Like I wouldn’t come take you?”

You didn’t have time to reply before his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive, while his fingers found the hem of your dress and dragged it up your thighs with purpose.

He groaned at the feel of lace beneath, low and guttural, pressing against you like he might lose control right there.

It was a blur - heat, hands, soft gasps, the dull thud of your back against the door. Seunghyun was always gentle in public but in private...

He ruined you.

By the time he laid a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and straightened your dress, his breath was heavy and slow, lips flushed, and hair just slightly disheveled.

His fingers grazed your thighs one last time before he bent and pocketed something with a smirk.

You looked down - your panties were gone.

“Souvenir,” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy, smug smile. “What about the message?”

He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Oh, I'm saving that for later too,” he said casually, slipping it back in his pocket.

And when you both walked back into the party - a little flushed, a little dishevelled - no one said a thing.

But Seunghyun?

He kept one hand in his pocket the whole night, two fingers grazing the lace of your panties and the memory of what he’d just done… already counting down the minutes until he could drag you into his bed and read your message - with you under him this time.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You sent the text as a joke. Half teasing, half playful flirt - the kind of thing meant to fluster him.

[My Baby] i miss your smile

[My Baby] also your mouth

[My Baby] mostly your tongue xx

You hadn’t expected much. Maybe a flustered reply, a few emojis, or one of his classic babyyyy voice notes.

But Daesung?

He took it seriously.

Like romance movie seriously.

While you were out grabbing drinks with friends, the man went into full preparation mode. You had no idea - you were sipping cocktails and laughing with your phone tucked away in your bag. Meanwhile, at home, Daesung was setting the scene.

Candles lined the hallway. Soft music playing from the speakers. Clean sheets, freshly fluffed pillows, dimmed lights. He even sprayed your favourite pillow mist on the bed.

By the time everything was set, he’d changed into his comfiest grey tee and sweatpants - the ones you always reached for when he wasn’t home - and laid on the couch to wait.

He sent you a quick response, eagerly staring at his phone screen for your answer.

[Dae] I'm waiting whenever you're ready baby

Except... you were taking a little longer than expected.

An hour passed. Then another.

He checked his phone for notifications from you. Then again.

Still no response.

Then he curled up under the throw blanket, watching the front door with keen eyes. Still determined. Still hopeful.

By the time you finally stepped into the house - heels in hand, hair a little windblown from the night air - you were greeted by flickering candlelight and music.

Your heart stuttered.

“...Dae?” you called out gently.

No answer.

You peeked around the corner and found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep, arms tucked under his head.

You blinked, suddenly remembering the message you’d sent hours earlier.

“Oh dear…”

Quietly, you walked over, kneeling beside him as your fingers brushed a soft strand of hair off his forehead.

He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open.

“You’re home,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Wait... you're home!”

He sat up suddenly, blinking away tired eyes as he hurriedly struggled to yank his shirt over his head.

You smiled and admired his sculpted body flexing with the erratic movement. “Wow, you really set the mood, huh?”

"I had candles." He cast a quick glance to the melted wax. They were burning low now, lighting the room with a dim golden glow.

“Oh no. No, no, no - ” he whispers, standing and sweeping his hair back with a frustrated groan. “I was gonna surprise you, babe, I swear I had it all planned - ”

You laugh, standing to meet him, fingers brushing his bare chest. “You fell asleep with the candles lit? You’re lucky this house is still standing.”

He pouts, gaze sheepish. “I didn't mean to fall asleep...”

“I know,” you say softly, eyes trailing across his torso, the faint tan lines, the dip of muscle that disappears beneath his sweats. “You've been so exhausted lately."

He leans in, arms winding around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

His voice is thick with sleep.

“I can still salvage it. Give me five seconds - just need to light the other candle again and maybe take my pants off, or yours - ”

“Hey,” you cut in, fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his gaze back to yours, “I can see you’re tired, baby.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence it with a slow press of your lips.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

Daesung stills - brows drawn slightly together, always the giver, always the one chasing your breath, your sighs, your high - but the way your voice dips low with promise, the way your hands skim his hips with purpose…

It’s enough to have him melt, breathing out a quiet, “Yeah… okay.”

He lets you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom.

And maybe he fell asleep on his big plan.

But this - you, pulling his sweats down with reverence and climbing into his lap like you’ve waited all night just to wreck him softly -

This is better than anything he could’ve ever prepared.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

for the amazingly wonderful @infinetlyforgotten im sorry its taken me so longgg my lovely 😮‍💨

i dont usually write sexy texts so i was STUMPED 🤣 but please enjoy and let me know if you want me to re-do it!

love mash xxx

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[wcnderlnds]

love dust | kwon ji-yong (g dragon)

・❥・summary: jiyong has been your closest friend for many years but what he doesn't know is you like him a lot more than that. ・❥・word count: 1.4k ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・authors note: first time writing for gd so go easy on me <3

“You should let me borrow this one when you’re finished with it.” Your delicate fingers played around with the rings decorating Jiyong’s hands. His accessory game was always on point — you were always asking if you could borrow the things he wore and he would always very happily oblige. Something about seeing you in the things he wore made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

His arm was wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you laid out on the couch in his dressing room, legs stretched out. Jiyong's other hand lay on his stomach where you were playing around with his fingers. It was soothing, putting him in a calm frame of mind before he had to go out and perform later in the day. Nobody could calm him better than you. He gently rested his head on top of yours, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed softly.

“I should start charging you for the amount of things you take from me,” he joked.

“You’d double your fortune at this rate,” you grinned over at him, tilting your head. “Not my fault you always have the best stuff. Stop being such a style icon and I wouldn’t have to.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jiyong’s fingers playing with a strand of your hair, soaking in the quiet. It had always been like this with you. Jiyong was your closest friend — you’d known him before he’d even debuted. Every step of the way you had been by his side. Nobody knew him better than you and vice versa. He had been there at your lowest, you had been there at his. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t experienced together. It was easy to say that without each other, neither of you would be the person you were. It wasn’t often in life people found someone they connected with so easily, so deeply which is why Jiyong could never know how you really felt about him.

Over the last couple of years, your feelings for him had shifted. At first you’d brushed it off as just a crush, a silly little thing that would pass as time went on. Except it didn’t pass. It only got stronger. Every single day it was like a weight on your chest knowing that you could never tell him. Not only would it be humiliating but he definitely wouldn’t feel the same and that would be it. The friendship would be over and he’d be out of your life.

A sigh escaped your lips before you could even realise. Immediately, it caught Jiyong’s attention. His eyes that had been closed now opening to look at you with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” you assured him. He looked at you as if he was examining you, trying to figure out if you were lying to him but as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the room opened.

Daesung and Youngbae walked in, laughing at something. Their eyes caught the position the two of you were in, mischievous grins slowly creeping onto their faces. Oh no. You know what was coming next. It had been like this for years now. They’d catch you and Jiyong cuddling or being close to each other and never let either of you live it down.

“Did we interrupt something?” Daesung raised a brow. Jiyong rolled his eyes, sitting up with you and giving his friend the middle finger.

“I think we did. You know, next time put a sock on the door or something so we know you’re busy,” Youngbae teased. Your cheeks flushed red as you hid your face in your hands. This only caused the two men to laugh.

Jiyong got to his feet, holding his hand out to help you to yours. “You two are a pain in my ass.” He turned to you, his hand lingering on yours for a beat longer than normal. “I need to go get ready but I’ll see you after the show? We can go get food or something.”

You simply nodded your head, waving goodbye as he and Youngbae left the room. Daesung remained behind, looking at you with a soft smile. “You should tell him, you know.”

“Huh?”

“You should tell Jiyong how you feel.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. How had Daesung even figured it out? He really was more attentive than you gave him credit for.

“Sure but I’m just saying, I think you’d be pleasantly surprised if you told him,” Daesung shot a wink your way, running out of the room to meet up with his friends.

Now, what the hell did that mean?

——

The show had gone amazing. It was like Jiyong had never been gone. Each show he performed he got more and more confident, G Dragon coming out in full force. Honestly, seeing him on stage and fully embracing his G Dragon person was hot as hell. Nobody did it like him. He was the king of K Pop for a reason.

You had slid away to the dressing room as the show ended, giving the three boys time to thank the crew. It was Taeyang’s tour but you knew how much all of them appreciated the people who helped them. It was one of the most endearing qualities — it’s what made them some of the most loved boys in the industry.

The door to the room opened and in came Jiyong. He hand a towel in his hand, dabbing at the sweat on his face. The second he laid eyes on you, he smiled. His heartbeat speeding up everytime he looked at you. He had it bad. So damn bad.

“You did so good out there!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. Without hesitation, he dropped the towel, wrapping his arms around you. If he could keep you this close to him forever, he would. Hopefully you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating right now. The best feeling in the world was you waiting for him after a show. It felt like he was on cloud nine knowing that he had the most supportive, loyal and kind person by his side.

He pulled back, only slightly, his hot breath fanning across your face. You couldn’t place the look in his eyes but it cause a shiver to run down your spine. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Couldn’t do any of it without you.”

Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with each other. Was this it? Was this the right moment to tell him how you felt? 

“Jiyong, I….” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m sorry for cutting you off, I need to say something to you and if I don’t do it now, I never will,” he cupped your cheek, taking a deep breath as he found the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long now. “I’m crazy about you. I have been for a very long time but you are so important to me that I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. I can’t lie to myself or you anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I owed it to myself to at least tell you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to his soft, rushed words. You could tell how nervous he was, how much he wanted to probably run out of the door and pretend he never said anything but he didn’t. He was stood here being brave so you had to be too. “Jiyong, I’m crazy about you, too. You drive me insane. It’s kind of terrifying how much I like you as more than a friend. I just… didn’t think you’d feel the same so I never said anything.”

“What? Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I feel the same? You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yeah, well,” he grinned one of those signature Jiyong grins. His eyes flickered down to your lips then back to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded your head and that was all he needed. He leaned forward, closing the distance to meet your lips. The kiss was gentle, a declaration of his feelings for you without actually giving them words.

It was short and sweet. It was perfect. 

Pulling back, he smiled at you. Seeing you stood there with your flushed cheeks and nervous smile, he felt like he could burst from joy. He was so head over heels for you. “Come on,” he said, linking his fingers with yours. “I believe I promised you some food.”

But before he could pull you off, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to meet your lips. Food could wait for now.

taglist (ask to be added): @ldydeath

[lovemepartly]

bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

a/n: jiyong is so bf core, i love the pic of him above he’s so adorable 

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• jiyong is extremely protective of you, but especially when you two go out in public together. paparazzi can be overwhelming. he’ll always lend you a pair of sunglasses, hold your hand tightly, and wrap his other arm around you, sheilding you. 

• he is sooo touchy. his hands always have to be innocently on you in some way. whether he’s holding your waist, rubbing your hand, or drawing small circles on your thigh.

• when you’re able to come watch him perform live on his concerts, it’s the best night of his life.  he’ll always sneak glances at you from where you’re standing backstage, a helpless smile growing on his face. as soon as the last song has ended, he’s rushing off the stage and into your arms, holding you tightly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.  

• once you guys have been dating for a while and he becomes more comfortable, he’ll casually mention how he can’t wait to marry you and have kids. he’ll say it so casually, as if he hasn’t known that he would he marry you the day that he met you. 

• jiyong is totally whipped for you. you can be doing the most boring task and he’ll watch you endearingly, taking in your features, before reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and whispering, ���you’re so beautiful.”

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• no quickies whatsoever with jiyong. he likes to take his time with you, and although it’s sometimes torturous to wait for the right moment, he prefers the build up. as soon as the moment presents itself, he’s all over you like a madman, hurriedly taking off his clothes and yours, too. 

• if he’s gone for too long without seeing you on tour, it’ll definitely translate into the bedroom as soon as you visit. jiyong is replaced by g-dragon. he’s rougher than usual, pushing you onto the bed and not even bothering to fully undress. 

• speaking of which, he gets needy for you very easily. you could barely be teasing him, tongue lightly tracing his tip and he’ll already be whimpering your name. “please…” as you look up at him through your eyelashes, he’ll avert your gaze, cheeks flushing pink at his own neediness for you. 

• jiyong is the best at aftercare. he’ll immediately pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, and asking you what you need. water? he’s getting up and filling you a glass to the brim. a towel? he has one already ready for you. a shower? he’ll instantly run the water for you, making sure it’s just the right temperature. 

[emmiesoverthemoon]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he’s so boyfriend: three

Pairings: choi seunghyun x reader / kwon jiyong x reader / kang daesung x reader

Word Count: 6,723

Summary: just cute little scenarios between u and each guy AGAIN!!! enjoy :D

part one part two

pov: realising he’s in love with you

seunghyun: to be loved is to be seen

For Seunghyun, it was never about grand gestures. There were no dramatic proclamations, no over-the-top love confessions. It was always in the smallest, quietest moments—the ones that often went unnoticed, but meant everything to him.

Like the way you absentmindedly fixed his collar before he headed out for a big event, your fingers brushing against his neck with a softness he could not quite put into words. Or the way you always brought him coffee, just the way he liked it—perfectly sweet, with just the right amount of cream, no questions asked. You never forgot. And then there was the way you saw him. Really saw him. The way your eyes understood the exhaustion beneath his smile, the way you could tell when he was stressed, even when he tried to hide it. You were the only one who knew the real him.

It was in these moments, these tiny acts of love, that he started to feel it—creeping into his chest, warm and undeniable. One day, it hit him completely, unexpectedly, while he sat across the room, watching you. You were curled up on the couch, lost in a book, and for some reason, in that quiet stillness, he realized the depth of what he felt for you. The kind of realization that did not come with a sudden rush of adrenaline or a dramatic moment. It just… was.

He did not say anything right away, though. He did not want to break the moment, did not want to disrupt the peace of it all. Instead, he tucked the feeling away inside him, pressing it deep into his heart, knowing it was something he did not have to say out loud just yet. He let himself smile, just a little, the corners of his mouth curling softly.

Later that night, when the world had settled into the quiet hum of late hours, and the only sound was your steady breathing beside him, he turned to you, his fingers gently brushing against your arm as you snuggled into his side. He knew he had to say it now. The words had been sitting on his tongue all day, waiting for the right moment.

“I really love you,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost as if he were telling you a secret only meant for the two of you. His eyes met yours in the dim light, and there was no need for anything more. The simplicity of the words said everything. No fireworks. No grand speeches. Just a quiet, honest confession that felt as real as the air he breathed.

You smiled up at him, and in that moment, he knew that everything he had felt, everything he had tucked away, was exactly what he had been meant to feel.

jiyong: sudden realisation

For Jiyong, it happened when you were laughing about something stupid—maybe you tripped over your own feet, maybe you snorted while laughing too hard. Either way, he was watching you in that moment, eyes softening, his whole world slowing down as he observed you with a quiet intensity.

And then it clicked: that he loved you, almost way too much. Almost. The realization was startlingly simple, but it hit him harder than anything ever had before. He had never known that something so subtle, so ordinary, could make his heart feel so full. It wasn’t a grand, dramatic moment—it wasn’t some fiery confession. No, it was the little things, the way you made the mundane beautiful, the way you could turn an embarrassing stumble or a burst of laughter into something enchanting.

He continued to watch you, mesmerized by your every movement, by the way you laughed so freely, the way you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him. His thoughts drifted, and for a moment, it was as though time had stopped. You had unknowingly captured every ounce of his attention, and in that stillness, he realized something he hadn’t let himself admit before: He loved you. The kind of love that wasn’t about grand gestures, but about the small, everyday moments that made him feel like he had found something irreplaceable.

Jiyong zoned out completely, a soft, fond smile pulling at his lips as he stared at you, lost in his own thoughts. His heart was racing a little faster now, but there was a sense of peace in that racing, as though he had found something, or someone, that made everything fall into place.

You looked up then, noticing the way he was staring at you with that stupidly fond expression, and a curious smile crossed your face. “What's wrong?” you asked, teasing him as you leaned back on the couch.

His thoughts scattered for a moment, and he blinked, suddenly brought back to the present. He cleared his throat, his lips twitching in an attempt to hide the overwhelming affection that had just overtaken him. He tried to play it cool, tried to shove that swelling feeling back down, but there was no hiding it. Not from you.

“Nothing,” he said with a smirk, though it was much softer than usual, and his gaze remained tender. He leaned in a little closer, eyes never leaving yours. “You're just really cute, you know that?”

The sincerity in his voice, paired with the playful glint in his eyes, made your heart skip a beat, and before you could respond, he pulled you into a gentle kiss, as if to say everything his words could not.

daesung: did i say that out loud?

For Daesung, it happened unexpectedly, right in the middle of a conversation. You were talking about something you were incredibly passionate about, your eyes lighting up with that familiar, infectious spark, and your hands moving animatedly with every word you said. He had always found that side of you endearing—the way you could get so caught up in something, making it seem like nothing else in the world mattered but what you were saying at that very moment. But that day, it felt different. As you spoke, something inside him shifted. He could hear your voice, but all he could focus on was you: the way your lips moved, the little glint of excitement in your eyes, the rhythm of your breath as you got deeper into the subject. It was like the world around him faded away, and it was just you and him in that moment.

His heart began to beat a little faster, not from anxiety, but from something else entirely. It was like the realization snuck up on him, completely blindsiding him in the midst of a perfectly normal conversation. Suddenly, he found himself captivated—not just by the words you were speaking, but by you. It was in how you were so unapologetically yourself, how you made even the most mundane topics sound thrilling. How you made him feel so completely at ease, so wrapped up in your energy.

Before he could even stop himself, the words were out, slipping past his lips before he could process them: "Wow, I love you." The realization hit him so suddenly that his entire body froze. His own words seemed to hang in the air, thick and undeniable. The seconds dragged on as he watched your face freeze in surprise, your eyes widening just slightly as you processed what he had said.

Immediately, panic set in. What had he just done? He hadn't planned on saying that—not in that way, at least. He didn't even mean to say it out loud. It wasn’t like him to get so carried away, especially with something so important. But there it was, hanging in the air like an undeniable truth.

You blinked at him, and he could feel his face turning an impossible shade of red, his entire body heating up with embarrassment. His mind scrambled for something, anything to cover up the mistake.

"Uh—wait. I mean—um. Did I say that out loud?" he stammered, his voice betraying him with the nervous laugh that followed. His thoughts were scattered in a hundred different directions, and all he wanted to do was rewind time and keep his mouth shut. But that wasn’t an option. He could only stand there, heart racing, waiting for you to react.

The silence between you stretched on, unbearably long. You hadn’t said anything. You just stared at him, completely still, and Daesung felt like he might crumble under the weight of that silence. He opened his mouth again to try and make it better, but no words came out. He was stuck in his own awkwardness, unsure how to fix the mess he had made.

Then, to his shock, you smiled softly, that familiar warmth in your eyes returning as you reached out to gently touch his arm. "You really love me, huh?" you asked, voice soft but teasing, and that was it. The tension that had coiled tightly in his chest loosened just a bit. He nodded quickly, still embarrassed, but a smile started to tug at his lips as well.

"I—yeah," he said, his voice a little quieter, but there was no mistaking the sincerity behind the words. "I really do." And for the first time that day, the weight of the situation didn’t feel so heavy. Instead, it felt like something real, something that was both unexpected and inevitable all at once.

"You never told me," you said softly, your thumb brushing against the back of his hand, sending a little jolt of warmth through him.

"I know," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck, still trying to play it cool but not quite succeeding. "Guess I was waiting for the right moment. But I guess I couldn’t keep it in any longer."

You laughed, a sweet, airy sound that made Daesung’s heart flutter. It was a laugh of acceptance, of understanding, and suddenly, the nervousness that had filled him earlier seemed so silly. Here he was, standing in front of you, telling you how he felt, and you were smiling back at him as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Well," you said with a playful grin, "I'm glad you finally said it."

Daesung smiled back, his face still flushed, but this time, the warmth was different. It wasn’t from embarrassment anymore—it was from something else, something far more comforting. He had said it. He had said it out loud, and it felt like everything he had been feeling had just clicked into place.

"Me too," he murmured, then chuckled to himself. "Even if it did come out all wrong."

But when you leaned in and kissed him softly, he forgot all about that. All that mattered was you, and him, and the fact that he had just admitted, without a single doubt, that he loved you.

pov: late night conversations

daesung: stupid and cozy

It began like any other night—soft, quiet, with your voices low as the rest of the world slept. The kind of late-night conversation that drifts from one topic to another without effort, like waves gently washing over the shore. You were curled up beside him, your limbs tangled beneath the covers, speaking in hushed tones about everything and nothing. Maybe it started with a memory, or a silly thought said half-seriously. Maybe you mispronounced something, or he said a phrase so ridiculous it did not even make sense—but suddenly, it was over.

A beat of silence, and then laughter erupted between you, sharp and breathless and uncontrollable. You tried to muffle it with your hands, biting your lip, shoulders shaking as you gasped for air. He was no better, wheezing beside you, his whole face scrunched up in helpless joy, one hand clamped over his mouth while the other gripped your arm like he needed help holding himself together.

“Stop—stop, we’re gonna wake the neighbors,” you whispered, snorting mid-sentence, which only made it worse.

“I’m trying,” Daesung wheezed, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, “but your face is—oh my God—don’t look at me.”

You made the mistake of glancing at him, saw the way he was red in the face, trying so hard to hold it in, and that was it. Another wave crashed over you both, and you were once again dissolving into laughter, clinging to each other like the only way you’d survive was together.

Eventually, you tried to compose yourselves, your breathing unsteady, your cheeks sore from smiling. You turned onto your side, facing him in the dim light, catching your breath. It was almost peaceful again—until you made eye contact.

And then it started all over again.

This time, he buried his face in the pillow, cackling silently, and you threw the blanket over your head, trying in vain to muffle the noise, giggling until you were lightheaded and delirious with joy.

It was so stupid, really. So pointless. But it was one of those moments—warm and stupid and perfect. The kind of moment you would carry with you forever, tucked safely into your heart like a favorite secret.

jiyong: philosophically silly

It started the way it always did with Jiyong—head resting against the headboard, one arm lazily slung around you, his voice soft and smooth in the hush of the late hours. “Do you ever think about how time isn’t real?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, like he was unraveling the secrets of the universe right there in bed. “Like... maybe we’re all just experiencing moments out of order. Maybe this already happened.”

You blinked at him, halfway between impressed and amused. “You’re so weird at night.”

He didn’t deny it. Just smiled a little, thoughtful. “No, but really. Think about it.”

And you did. You both did. For a while, the conversation drifted in and out of these abstract waters—free will, déjà vu, how dreams feel more real than reality sometimes. It was that kind of vulnerable, sleep-drunk honesty that only surfaced after midnight. The kind where everything felt profound and soft and safe.

Then—like flipping a switch—he turned his head toward you and deadpanned, “Also, do you think if I fought a bear, I’d win?”

You choked on a laugh. “What?”

“No, I’m serious,” he insisted, suddenly animated. “Like, not a huge one. A medium bear. I think I could take it if I had a stick.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, already laughing. “You wouldn’t last two minutes.”

“That’s rude,” he huffed, but he was grinning. “I’ve been working out. I could totally outsmart it.”

You teased him, he argued back, and somewhere between philosophy and hypothetical bear fights, you fell into a rhythm of ridiculousness that only made sense in the warmth of night.

And then—of course—you casually mentioned something from your day. A tiny bit of gossip from work. Something you hadn’t even thought about twice.

His eyes snapped to you, suddenly laser-focused. “Wait—what? Go back. Start from the beginning.”

“You care about this more than the bear thing,” you snorted.

“Obviously,” he said, sitting up straighter, completely invested. “You can’t just say something like that and not give details. Names. Tones of voice. I need context.”

You swore he was taking mental notes. Nodding. Gasps at the right places. Interrupting with “Noooo, they did not—” like he was the one living your life.

He was the perfect gossip partner. Dramatic, hilarious, and absolutely on your side.

By the time you were both tangled in each other again, the sky starting to pale with the first signs of dawn, your cheeks hurt from smiling. Your voices were hoarse from laughing and whispering and confessing everything from your deepest fears to your pettiest thoughts.

And Jiyong? He kissed your temple and muttered, “I love nights like this.”

So did you.

seunghyun: opening up

The room was still, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting golden shadows across the sheets. The kind of silence that wrapped around you like a blanket—gentle, comforting, safe. Seunghyun lay beside you, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other hand loosely linked with yours between you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, thoughtful strokes.

At first, it was nothing unusual—casual murmurs about the day, small observations about the way the moonlight filtered through the curtains. But slowly, something shifted in his voice. A softness. A weight. The pauses between his words stretched just a little longer, like he was deciding how much to reveal.

“I don’t like the quiet when I’m alone,” he said suddenly, not quite looking at you. “It gets too loud in my head.”

You turned toward him, your fingers tightening around his just slightly.

“And sometimes,” he continued, barely above a whisper, “I get scared I’m not doing enough. Or that I’ll wake up one day and… no one will really know who I am. Like they just see what they want.”

You didn’t interrupt. You just listened—fully, patiently, with the kind of presence that said I’m here, I see you.

He exhaled, eyes finally flicking toward yours. “But with you… I don’t feel like I have to be anything else. You’re the only person I feel like I can talk to like this.”

Your heart ached in the most tender way.

He wasn’t dramatic about it. He didn’t cry or fumble. He just laid it out with quiet honesty, the kind of vulnerability that only surfaced in the stillness of night—when the world was asleep and it felt like it belonged to just the two of you.

You reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said softly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “Good,” he murmured, eyes slipping closed. “Because I think I’d fall apart without you.”

And there, in the hush between heartbeats and the warmth of shared breath, something unspoken settled between you—deeper than comfort, louder than words.

You held his hand until sleep pulled you both under.

pov: waking up together

jiyong: clingy and lazy

The morning light spilled gently through the curtains, casting everything in a soft haze of gold. You stirred beneath the covers, blinking sleep from your eyes, stretching just enough to reach for your phone—or at least try to.

But before your fingers even grazed the edge of the nightstand, a warm arm snaked tighter around your waist, tugging you back into the curve of his body.

“Five more minutes,” Jiyong mumbled against your skin, voice rough and low with sleep, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh. “You said that ten minutes ago.”

“Then what’s ten more?” he argued, barely coherent, already burying his face against the crook of your neck. “Actually... make it twenty. No—no wait. Let’s just cancel today.”

He tangled his legs with yours, anchoring you firmly in place like a sleepy octopus. He was warm, all bare skin and bed-tousled hair, the kind of soft that only came out in the mornings when he had not yet put up his usual guard. There was a low, contented sigh from him as he pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

You tried to move again—just a little—but his hold only tightened.

“Nope,” he mumbled. “Prisoner now. Sorry. You brought this on yourself, looking all soft and warm and perfect in my bed.”

You laughed again, quieter this time, and relaxed into his hold. His breathing slowed, but he did not fall fully back asleep. Instead, he hummed a little tune—something familiar but too sleep-drowsy to place—his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your hip beneath the sheets.

And in that moment—tangled in limbs and blankets, still wearing dreams on your skin—you let yourself forget the ticking clock, the responsibilities, the rush of the day waiting beyond the bedroom door.

Because here, in this quiet slice of morning, he was yours, and you were his, and that was more than enough.

seunghyun: the watcher

The sun had barely started its slow climb, spilling pale light across the room in quiet slants when Seunghyun blinked awake. It took him a second to orient himself, still wrapped in the warm haze of sleep—but then he saw you.

Peaceful. Soft. Curled into the blankets with your cheek squished slightly into the pillow, lips parted just so, breathing slow and even.

His heart did something weird. Not dramatic, not cinematic. Just this gentle clench that made him melt right into the mattress.

He did not move for a while—just laid there, propped on his side, chin resting against his hand as he drank in every little detail. Your tangled hair, the way your lashes brushed your cheeks, the faint creases on your forehead that always relaxed once you were truly resting. It made something inside him ache in the best way.

With a tenderness he almost never let anyone see, he reached forward and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, careful not to fully touch you. He did it slowly, as if even the air might disturb you. You shifted slightly in your sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and he froze, then smiled—this small, stupid smile that he could not hold back.

He could have watched you for hours.

But just as he leaned a little closer, your eyes began to flutter open.

Panic. He snapped his own eyes shut so fast he nearly headbutted the pillow, instantly going limp, like he had been sleeping this whole time.

You blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, and turned toward him just as he peeked out one eye, caught your gaze, and grinned—far too innocent.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, voice low and rough from sleep, his tone playful, like he had not just been staring at you like a smitten idiot for fifteen minutes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious. “Were you watching me?”

He feigned offense. “Me? Noooo. I was definitely asleep. Dreaming. Deep REM cycle.”

You gave him a look.

He reached out, pulled you in closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Okay… maybe I peeked.”

And maybe he would again tomorrow. And the day after that. And if he could, he would every day for the rest of his life.

daesung: ultimate morning person, unless you say otherwise

The moment Daesung’s eyes cracked open, he was already on a mission. No groggy blinking, no slow stretch—just pure, mischievous energy in a barely awake body.

He turned to face you, his grin forming before his brain even fully caught up. You were still deep in sleep, bundled under the covers like a burrito, completely at peace. Naturally, he poked your cheek.

“Good morning!” he chirped far too brightly for the ungodly hour. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”

You groaned, swatting at his hand, and tried to burrow deeper into the blankets like you could disappear into them. He laughed, completely undeterred. That only made him worse.

He started tugging at the blankets with exaggerated drama, trying to peel you out like a stubborn snail from its shell. “Come on,” he sang, “the sun is shining, birds are probably singing—let’s greet the day!”

But the second you reached out, grabbed him by the arm, and yanked him back down into bed with you, everything changed.

He let out a soft “oof” as he landed beside you, your body warm and close, your sleepy face nuzzling into his chest without even opening your eyes.

And just like that, the chaos in him quieted. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, and he let out a contented sigh, forehead resting against your hair.

“Oh… okay,” he whispered, his grin turning softer. “Yeah, this is better.”

He didn’t try to drag you out of bed again. Not even a little.

pov: accidentally wearing matching outfits

jiyong: totally "accidental"

It all started as a typical morning. Jiyong had woken up, not thinking much about what he was throwing on—just a loose hoodie and some joggers. Nothing special. But when he saw you coming out of the bedroom in an outfit that he liked, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, he wanted to find something to match you.

As he looked at you, something in him clicked. He liked it. You and him—matching, without even meaning to. He wasn’t one to miss a chance for a little fun, so, with a smirk, he subtly changed his outfit, picking out the exact same articles of clothing just to make it perfect. He figured he’d act like it was a total accident, though.

You had barely stepped into the room when Jiyong looked up from his phone, his gaze dragging over you in slow motion. His smirk appeared almost instantly—lazy, amused, and laced with that familiar mischief that always meant he was up to something.

“Well, well,” he said, setting his phone aside as he stood. “Look at us.”

You followed his eyes, then looked down at yourself. The realization hit immediately: same color palette, similar silhouettes, matching energy. Neither of you had planned it, but somehow, you looked like you had coordinated a full campaign shoot for ‘effortlessly stylish couple of the year.’

Jiyong tilted his head, that smirk deepening. “We’re really that in sync, huh?”

You tried to protest, but he was already halfway across the room, smoothing the sleeve of your jacket and tugging your collar gently into place with all the care of a stylist about to send his muse onto the runway. “Wait, stand still,” he said, eyes narrowing in focus. “There. Now we really look intentional.”

He pulled out his phone before you could stop him, backing up to find the best lighting. “We’re taking pictures. This is a look. People are definitely gonna think we planned it.” He started snapping photos from different angles, occasionally pausing to fix your hair or adjust your stance, completely in his element.

You laughed, half-exasperated but fully endeared. He was so into it—so delighted by the whole situation—that you couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed.

By the time he finished editing the perfect shot and uploaded it, you were curled up beside him on the couch, peeking over his shoulder. He posted it with a cheeky caption:

fashion soulmates. try to keep up💅

He turned to you, grinning mischievously. “I’m gonna say it—this was totally meant to be. We’re basically the coolest couple around, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you. “You’re ridiculous.”

He flashed you that playful smile. “I’m serious. People will think we planned it. And I definitely didn’t change to match you on purpose.”

You raised an eyebrow, knowing full well exactly what had just happened. “Uh-huh. Sure, Jiyong.”

He gave you an innocent shrug, but his mischievous grin never left. “Okay, maybe I did change. But don’t you love it? We look good together.”

You smiled at him, shaking your head, though a part of you was totally smitten by how much fun he was having. “Alright, alright. I’ll admit it—this was way too cute to be an accident.”

With a wink, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his playful energy never fading. “Told you. Now we’re going to be the talk of the town.”

And honestly? You couldn’t wait to see what kind of trouble the two of you would get up to next.

seunghyun: "i dont like matching"? as if!

Seunghyun had been moving around the apartment, getting ready for the day, when you walked out of the bedroom. You’d picked out your outfit—casual, comfortable, but still effortlessly stylish. You were half-focused, adjusting your jacket when you caught sight of him.

He froze mid-step, his eyes widening as they flickered from your outfit to his. There was no mistaking it. You both had practically coordinated without even trying: same muted tones, similar style, right down to the shoes.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, staring at each other. He blinked, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

"Wow," Seunghyun finally said, voice a little more serious than it should’ve been. “I guess we're really that in sync, huh?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You picked your clothes after me."

He tilted his head, a mock-suspicious glint in his eyes. "You think I planned this?"

You shrugged, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. He had no idea what was going on.

Then he sighed dramatically, as if this whole situation was the biggest inconvenience. “Okay, fine.” He straightened his shirt, but the corner of his mouth lifted, clearly enjoying the coincidence more than he let on. “One of us has to change.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be put out by his insistence. “What? You want me to change?”

He shot you a look. “Well, it’s not exactly my style to be that couple, you know?” But his tone wasn’t nearly as firm as he wanted it to sound. He was still staring at you, eyes flickering over your outfit once more.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was the one who was secretly enjoying this, wasn’t he?

Seunghyun, clearly feeling the weight of the situation, yanked his shirt off and grabbed another from his closet. But as he changed, he caught you looking at him with that amused smile of yours, and he couldn’t help but grin back. He paused, shirt halfway pulled over his head, as if contemplating something. Then, without missing a beat, he picked out a jacket that just so happened to be the exact same shade as yours.

“I can’t even,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief, but the soft smile tugging at your lips betrayed how much you were enjoying this.

He turned back to you, a playful glint in his eyes. “What? It’s practical.”

Before you could respond, he pulled the jacket on, looked at himself in the mirror, and adjusted the sleeves—making sure everything matched perfectly. He caught you staring and just shrugged. “Guess we’re meant to be, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you liked the idea.

When you both finally headed out for the day, Seunghyun walked just a little closer than usual. His shoulder brushed against yours more than once as you made your way down the street, and when you’d turn to say something, he’d catch your eye and give you a teasing grin, his hand lingering just a fraction of an inch from yours.

You both acted like you didn’t care about the matching outfits—but the way he was so careful not to get too far ahead of you, the way his hand brushed against yours whenever you were close, told a different story. It was subtle, but you could feel the shift.

Maybe you were that couple after all.

And honestly, you didn’t mind in the slightest.

daesung: couple of the year

You stood in front of the mirror, your eyes widening as you looked at yourself and then back at Daesung. He stood beside you, both of you in practically the same exact outfit—simple, but somehow perfect. The same oversized sweater, the same color jeans, even the same shoes. It wasn’t intentional, but here you were, looking like a walking, talking couple’s Instagram post.

Daesung’s jaw dropped dramatically as he took you in. "Oh my god, we look AMAZING," he said, his voice high-pitched, making you laugh even before he could finish his sentence. He grabbed your shoulder, pulling you toward him and spinning you around as if you were both on stage. "We’re matching! We look so good. We should do this every day!"

Before you could protest, Daesung was already striking a ridiculous pose in front of you, hand on his hip and one foot kicked out, his free arm reaching for the sky like he was a fashion model. "Look at us," he continued, giggling. "Couple of the year, no competition!"

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the way he was making such a big deal out of something so silly. He was completely hyped, his infectious energy filling the room.

When you both stepped out into public, Daesung was practically glowing. He was all about it, constantly hyping you up. “Look at us,” he’d say to anyone who walked by, “we’re matching! Like, we’re so in sync, we should be on a reality show.”

He even dragged you into poses on street corners, trying to capture the “perfect couple” shot with his phone. “We’re so cute together," he teased, striking an over-the-top pose while you just shook your head, still giggling.

"Daesung, stop," you said, laughing but feeling completely warmed by his enthusiasm. He gave you a dramatic, offended look.

“Nope, not stopping,” he grinned. “You look too good not to take pictures. Look at us—we’re iconic!”

There was no way you could argue with him. Not with the way he was looking at you, all excited and proud, like he had just won some award for being the cutest couple on earth.

At that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like he was right. You did look amazing together. And even though you hadn’t planned it, maybe, just maybe, matching outfits weren’t such a bad idea after all.

pov: you wear his shirt and tiny shorts as pajamas

jiyong: #needthat

You stir awake, stretching beneath the soft fabric of his oversized shirt. The material is a bit too big, draping off your shoulders, and the tiny pair of shorts you decided to slip into make you feel oddly exposed, but also comfortably safe. You hadn’t expected him to be awake already, but the moment your eyes flutter open, you see him standing in the doorway, leaning lazily against the frame.

His eyes immediately darken with mischief, a playful glint catching in his gaze. "Well, well, good morning to you too." His voice is low, smooth, and thick with intent, making your heart skip in your chest. His smirk widens as he takes you in—his shirt, his favorite one, hanging loosely around you.

You laugh nervously, pulling the fabric down a little, suddenly feeling the weight of his gaze a little too strongly. But he doesn't look away; instead, he steps closer, his eyes raking over your form like he’s savoring the sight.

"You really like wearing my stuff, huh?" he asks, the teasing note in his voice only making the atmosphere heavier, more charged. "Can’t get enough of me?"

You try to respond, but the words get caught in your throat as he closes the distance between you two. His hands are on the edge of the bed now, and he leans down slightly, his face inches from yours, that mischievous smile never leaving his lips. "How about you stay here a little longer? Just for me?" he suggests, his voice rough but full of affection, teasing you with an underlying heat that makes your pulse race.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he’s climbing onto the bed beside you, moving so fluidly it feels like he’s done this a thousand times. He doesn’t let you move, gently but firmly pulling you closer until you’re pressed against his chest.

His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, "I’m not letting you go. Not today. Not when you look like that."

And just like that, you realize—you’re not going anywhere, and neither is he.

seunghyun: restrained and tempted

You woke up to the soft morning light spilling into the room, the quiet hum of the world outside just barely reaching your ears. The shirt you were wearing was his, oversized and too big for you, with the sleeves hanging off your shoulders. The tiny pair of shorts you had paired with it seem to emphasize how much you were wrapped up in his clothes—comfortable but undeniably intimate. You stood and stretched lazily, making the shirt ride up to reveal the shorts which tucked into the very top of your thighs. You were blissfully unaware that he had been watching you the entire time.

A few moments passed before you hear the door creak. You turn your head slowly, and there he is, leaning against the frame, eyes locked on you. The look he gave you sent a rush of heat to your cheeks. His gaze was intense, scanning you from head to toe, noticeably stopping on your plush thighs leading his eye to imagine your naked torso under his shirt. He said nothing for a long moment, simply staring as if trying to process the sight in front of him.

His breath caught, and finally, he let out a deep sigh, like he was trying to force himself to stay grounded. “You really expect me to focus on anything else today?” His morning voice was rough, laced with disbelief. He looked almost... tortured by the sight of you.

You couldn't help but smirk, feeling the heat between you rise. You made a show of stretching again, casually flipping the hair from your face, loving how his eyes followed your every movement. His eyes darkened even more as his lips parted, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Well, maybe I’m just… too tempting for you,” you replied, voice soft, but heavy with challenge.

He stepped closer to the bed, and for a split second, you think he might have actually said something else, but instead, his jaw clenched and he exhaled sharply. "I swear... you’re killing me, you know that?"

You laughed, a little smug, but he cut off any further comment by gently pushing you down against the mattress, not saying a word more. He just stared down at you, almost too calm now, as if gathering himself. "You're not going anywhere today," he murmered firmly. "Not when you look like this."

You made no attempt to resist him.

daesung: juvenile embarrassment

You were lying in bed, stretched out in his oversized shirt and a tiny pair of shorts that you typically ended up wearing as pajamas. You are trying to act casual, stretching and yawning, but then you felt it—the weight of his gaze on you. You glanced over and saw him standing in the doorway, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight of you.

“Oh my god, you looks so cute!” He blurted out, his voice way too loud for this early in the morning. He was grinning like a schoolboy who had just gotten away with something, his eyes flicking from your legs to the shirt and back up to your face. His hands immediately going to his face like he was trying to compose himself. “No, no, this is not okay. I need you like this every day. You cannot keep doing this to me.”

Before you could even say anything, he made it over to you in two long strides, and lifted you off the bed and spun you around like a child. His hands gripped under your thighs tightly, but not in the way that was gentle. It was almost possessive—like he couldn't stand the thought of you not being this close. His breath was ragged against your neck, and you could feel his heartbeat in sync with yours.

“Okay, okay,” he rasped, but you can hear the raw desperation in his voice. “I need you to wear my shirt more often. Seriously. You look... like the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t even breathe properly.” He was laughing a little, but it was almost as if the humor is a cover for just how turned on he is. That was absolutely what it was.

You tried to pull away, but he was already dragging you back to the bed, not even giving you a chance to protest. “Nope,” he declared, grinning mischievously. “You’re not leaving this bed today. Nope, I’m keeping you right here. And don’t think you’re getting away with anything else either. We’re staying like this, just me and you, all day. Got it?” His eyes glinted with a cocky kind of possessiveness.

And as he laid you back into the bed, his hands gently ran over your shirt, you could feel just how badly he wanted you—but he was going to make sure he kept you close in every possible way.

hehehe these are sooo fun! if you have any scenario you’d like to see in a part 4, do let me know!

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[ldydeath]

Ease Your Mind | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong gets a new hair style and you can’t keep your hands to yourself Word Count: 2k Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Unprotected p in v. slight angst (if you squint), mentions of military enlistment Author’s Note: This was requested by my girl @aizshallnotbefound. I hope you enjoy this. 🖤

Today was definitely going to be one of those days. It started when you woke up next to Jiyong. Something about waking up next to him just did things to you. You'd hardly been able to keep your hands to yourself, not that he minded but he did have a show to get to. One that he’d reminded you about between tangled sheets a million times that morning. You knew he liked to get there early and make sure everything was flowing smoothly but you’d managed to keep him in bed for an extra hour.

That’s how you’d found yourself sitting on the couch, staring at him as his eyes bore into you through the mirror. His team was fixing his hair and you bit your lip, resisting the urge to run your hands through his mullet. His mullet had been an ill attempt to cover his neck tattoo, but it was doing wonders for your sex life. Had he known it was making you this feral he would’ve grown one out years ago. 

He made his way over to you, the smirk ever present on his face, once his glam team was done. You peaked up at him through your lashes, setting your phone down as he sat down next to you. He waved out his team before his lips were on yours. You kissed him back hungrily as you moved to straddle his lap. You’d lost count how many times you’d already been in this position today but you didn’t care. He pulled back just slightly, his eyes scanning your face. 

“I go on in ten.” He whispered and you nodded.

“I won’t touch your hair then.” He smirked, shaking his head before pecking your lips lightly.

“Save it for after, when people can’t walk in on us.” You pouted, crawling off his lap. 

“Come on.” He stood up, reaching for your hand before leading you out the room.

The crowd was loud, they had been every night and you tried not to think about how tired Jiyong was every day of this tour. Some of it was your fault - not being able to keep your hands to yourself, but most of it was his. It was his last tour before enlistment and he wanted to ensure he left it all out there for his fans. You stood by as his team made sure his outfit was perfect, a small smile tugging at your lips. It was unfair how he rocked everything he wore. 

He turned to you as he slid his jacket on, winking - if you could call it that at you before holding his arms out. As if silently asking you what you thought. You’d seen this look every night and somehow it still made you weak in the knees. You nodded your approval and he grinned. He made his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands before kissing your lips gently. A tease for later, but you’d take it. 

“See you in two hours.” And then he was gone. 

You stayed backstage, watching from a little screen as Jiyong did his thing. No matter how tired he might be, his fans would never know. He left everything on that stage every night, it was so fucking hot watching him transform into G-Dragon every night. You didn’t like to think about the fact that all of that would be changing in a few short months. 

You wished there was a way you could keep him from going to the military, but it was mandatory and he’d put it off for as long as he possibly could already. The door to his sitting room swung open and you turned to face him. A worried look instantly covering his face when he made eye contact with you. 

“You okay?” His hands cupped your face as his eyes searched yours. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You nodded, giving him a once over. He’d lost his jacket and had his arms on full display. “Let’s get out of here. Don’t change.” He grinned.

In what seemed like super speed, Jiyong had gathered your things and his and led you to the waiting car. Opting to just get room service at the hotel, the car sped off towards your home for the night. This really was the perfect way to spend these last months together. A new city every few days, like a mini adventure before he left. 

It only took a few seconds before you were all over each other in the car. You had taken up your previous position from early, Jiyong’s hands on your ass. You broke the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and towards his neck. You bit down lightly, sucking on his skin, your tongue darting out to taste him. He let out a low groan in your ear and you shifted ever so slightly, returning your mouth to his. 

You sighed into the kiss your hands finally made their way to his precious hair, tangling in them as he pulled you closer. Your hips rocked against him and he groaned again, his hand steading you against him. 

“Ok love birds, we’re here.” You broke the kiss with a groan, Jiyong smirking at you in return.

As you slid off his lap, his hands roamed your thighs and you let in a sharp inhale. Yeah, you needed him in that room now. Jiyong grabbed your bags and held his hand out for you. You happily entwined your fingers as he led you inside. After checking in at the desk, you waved goodnight to his security team and made your way to your room. 

“Should we order food?” You smirked, jumping onto the bed. 

“I’d rather just have you.” Jiyong crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. Your arms moved up to wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you.

“Perfect.” 

Your lips met his roughly, nicking at his lips slightly. He parted his lips,  your tongues massaging together in a battle of dominance. Neither of you wanting to accept defeat. Jiyong’s hands roamed your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. He shifted his weight ever so slightly and slid his hand up your shirt, he let out a goan when his hand met your breast, surprised by the lack of bra.

“Fuck.” He whispered, causing you to giggle. 

His hand massaged your breast as you broke the kiss, continuing your assault on his jaw and down his neck. You ran your hand over the mark you’d left in the car and flicked your eyes to his. He smirked at you as if to say he wasn’t worried about it. He liked it best when the world knew he was yours. 

“Do you want to talk about what you were thinking about earlier?” 

You shook your head, sitting up just enough to get the advantage on him pushing him backwards into the bed.

“Really don’t want to.” You moved to straddle his lap, your hands moving to the end of his shirt and pulling it up over his body. 

“Come on, what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” You looked down at him and sighed.

“Right now, I’m just thinking about fucking my boyfriend.” He smirked, his hands going to rest on your waist. 

“And before?” 

“Just, how much I’m going to miss you when you go.” You leaned back to take him in. 

You didn’t have much time left once the tour ended. It was all going too fast, you hated thinking about it. Jiyong tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a small smile as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing against your skin. He didn’t like to think about it, either. It was only eighteen months though and you’d still be able to see each other on the weekends. It wouldn’t be the same but he knew you’d both make the best of what time you had together. 

He leaned in, kissing you slowly. Wanting to convey all the love he felt for you and you whimpered into the kiss as he pulled you closer. As if any amount of space was too much. Who needed air when he could just breathe you in anyway? Your hips grinded against him and he groaned. He lifted your hips ever so slightly to help you remove your pants as he kicked out of his. 

Pushing your panties down, he slid a finger inside your slick folds and you let out a moan. Sliding a second digit in, he started pumping slowly. Your hands frantically pushed his boxers down, his hard member standing free and you wrapped your hand around him loosely, pumping slowly. Jiyong wrapped his free arm around your back and swiftly flipped you both over. His knee pushed your leg further apart and he removed your hand from him before he lined himself up against your entrance. He ducked his head down, his lips dragging over your skin as he kissed up your body to your lips, meeting yours hungrily as he entered you. 

Your walls clenched around him and you arched your back as he pulled out of you completely. Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked on yours as he entered you again. His hand roamed down your body, grabbing your leg and lifting it slowly to rest on his shoulder. He turned his head, kissing the inside of your thigh before repeating the same for your other leg. Positing himself comfortable, he set a slow pace, hitting your spot perfectly with each thrust.  

“Ji.” You moaned as he picked up the pace ever so slightly. 

His eyes flicked towards yours and you leaned up to capture his lips again. He kept the pace slow and steady, knowing the slow pace would drive you crazy. 

“Ji, please” You moaned against his mouth.

He responded by thrusting into you faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and you arched more, meeting every thrust. You were both close now, your nails digging into his back as he reached down, his thumb rubbing small circles over your clit, taking you over the edge. 

“Come for me.” He whispered against your lips. 

That was all it took for you to come undone. Your body tensed as your orgrasm came in waves. With one final thrust, Jiyong came alongside you, filling you up completely. Removing your legs from his shoulders, he laid you back against the mattress, his body hovering over yours as he stayed inside you for a minute longer. Your breasts flush with his chest as you both fought to catch your breath. 

“I love you.” He kissed you slowly. It was the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. That there would never be anyone else.

“I love you too.” 

Jiyong pulled out of you slowly before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. It was a mess of tangled limbs and sheets. 

“You still going to want me when I have to cut the mullet off?” He teased.

“Oh I don’t know, it’s a strong selling point.” Your hand ran through his now messy locks and you let out a sigh.

Picking up on the mood shift, Jiyong held you closer, placing a kiss to the top of your head. He didn’t like to think about what would be coming up in a few months.  He didn’t want to be without you, he currently didn’t even like being a few hours from you. How was he supposed to survive only getting to see you for a few hours once a week for the next eighteen months. 

“It’ll go by fast.” He murmured against your hair and you nodded. 

Maybe right now it was best to just pretend that was the truth, that it’d go so quick you’d hardly miss each other. So when he leaned down to press his lips to yours again, you met his eagerly. You’d spend every free moment you had kissing him, who cared about swollen lips or food when you’d not be able to kiss him like this in a couple months?

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[makeitworse]

GIRLFRIEND

♪ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 (𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) TRACK #11

his girlfriend, that’s what everyone knows you as— even though jiyong still has yet to officially ask.

𝓬ontains: f!reader x jiyong. resolved tension. teasing. down bad jiyong. fluff. switch dynamic. smut! (fingering, blowjob). 18+

𝓷otes: i did not intend for the closing fic to be so smut focused but .. here we are lol. this event has been so much fun, thank u for all the love and support i adore u ♡♡

you’d hear it more than your own name.

“hyung, your girlfriend’s here!”

“listen when your girlfriend speaks, bro.”

from the bigbang boys to the 2ne1 girls, their managers and their assistants, even producer teddy— hell, you wouldn’t doubt it reached YG himself.

“haven’t you heard? they say you’re his girlfriend.”

the tension between you and jiyong had been a tug of war for months. for a while it was “will they or won’t they”, until people caught on that there’s no leaving jiyong’s sights once they’re set on you. so it become a matter of “when will they”— and you’ve been in limbo ever since.

it’s a known fact that you belong to him. unofficially, of course. you’re not his girlfriend. not actually. not yet.

because he hadn’t even asked.

jiyong let others do the talking for him. after all the push-and-pull, you’d think he’d have the confidence to say the magic words with his whole chest. but he always got cold feet around you. you were practically his, and your lips hadn’t even been introduced.

it gets to the point that one day, you wake up and decide to fuck with him until he grows some balls. dangle the idea in front his face. make him squirm until he has no choice but to actually ask you out.

once, you’d been curled up on the couch with him: his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. you nuzzled back until you pressed flush against his body. you literally felt his breath stop— his warmth pressing into your back. you stifled a wicked grin.

“why can’t we do this all the time?” you cooed to him oh so innocently.

his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed at your ear, fingers twitching on your stomach. you’ve served the opening for him on a silver platter: all he needs to do is speak it into existence.

“you tell me.” he murmured.

you should’ve just punched him.

encounters where you tip-toed over the line became the norm— but only as friends, of course. what else would you be?

brushing your lips over the shell of his ear just to whisper something unimportant. pulling him in with your hands on his neck and cupping his face with a smile.

but you don’t kiss him. no, never. what does he take you for? no pre-dating kisses around here.

he needs to ask first. you both know it. and it’s killing jiyong.

it starts how it always does: jiyong hovering near you like a second shadow.

you’ve joined them as company in the studio while the boys record, laughing with bom and sandara on the couch while you sip from an iced coffee. he’s pretending not to stare— nodding along to whatever youngbae’s saying that wasn’t reaching his ears— but you know better. you feel it. how could you not?

he’s sure you’re trying to drive him crazy. the way your lips part for the straw, tongue flicking out before you wrap them around the plastic, eyes darting up to meet his gaze. you’re checking if he’s watching your little show. and you’re grinning.

jiyong’s jaw hardens, turning his attention back to youngbae— who he hadn’t even noticed wasn’t talking anymore. just staring at him, brows raised.

“will your girlfriend be a distraction?”

“she’s not—” jiyong cuts himself off with an exhale, mouth pressing into a firm line. “no, she won’t.”

youngbae turns to the computer, running over some tweaks to the lyrics. it’s an effort for jiyong to keep his eyes trained on the screen; his ears are damn near ringing with the sound of you giggling behind him.

you sounded so cute. it’s not anything he hadn’t heard before, or got out of you himself— it’s just, each passing day, he got more butterflies than the first time you met. he thought they’d calm down once he realised the interest was mutual. but they’ve only grown more restless. and so have you.

he’s worried, you know. every day that he doesn’t ask, all the fleeting moments where it would’ve been perfect to— he’s worried about losing you.

he thinks something’s wrong with him.

every woman on the street has your face. whatever anyone says sounds like your voice. since meeting you, he’s a fool who can’t stop smiling. how can you be so pretty?

there’s footsteps passing by him. he glances over at sandara, pointing her head towards you as she walks out. jiyong glares at her. she just smirks, door shutting behind her.

everyone knows.

youngbae’s focused on typing on the keyboard, so he steals a glance at you, and you’re already looking. his knees could buckle under the weight of your gaze. your smiles says it all— like you own him, like you’re fully aware of how far under his skin you are. it’s infuriating. because it’s true.

he faces youngbae again, but overhears you telling bom you’ll be back. jiyong swallows thickly as you set your coffee on the table and get up off the couch, presence ghosting by him as you disappear down the hall.

the words leave his mouth before he can even process the thought— and suddenly jiyong’s excusing himself too.

he follows your footsteps to a lone storage room hoarding spare equipment. and you’re waiting for him when he opens the door. picking your nails as you leaned against the wall, like you’re in no rush. like you expected him.

“you always follow me.” you giggle, voice soft, eyes daring.

“you always run.” he counters, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

you shrug. “still waiting for someone to catch me.”

jiyong sighs, frustration audible. you just smile.

“i don’t want to play at this anymore.” his voice is low, rough at the edges. his jaw tightens like he’s straining to hold something back.

you hum in thought, shifting your weight as your arms cross over your chest; jiyong’s eyes following every little movement.

you close in on him with small, drawn-out steps. “you should’ve just asked.”

“you should’ve said yes,”

“i would’ve.”

you’re so close, enough for your breath to fan jiyong’s cheek. his lips part, maybe thoughtlessly— eyes darting over your face. tentative.

“then say it,” his voice barely above a whisper. “say yes now.”

you pout at him: defiant. teasing. “to what? you haven’t asked.”

he cusses under his breath, low and guttural, and then his hands are on you. firm grip on your waist, jiyong pulls you against him, the warmth of your bodies pressing together. his eyes are dark: hunger eclipsing his impatience.

“you drive me fucking crazy.”

you smirk. “glad to hear.”

“no, you don’t get it,” he asserts. “all i hear is that you’re my girl. from everyone. daesung even told my mother— and you still act like it’s not real.”

“it’s very real, ji.” your knuckles come to brush his cheek. his jaw tenses under your featherlight touch. “you just need to say it.”

“i’m getting there.” he murmurs.

your arms come to wrap around his neck, leaning in till your lips are a breath away from his. “better hurry, jiyong. might lose me.”

he stills. his fingers twitch on your side. then: “not happening.”

jiyong’s mouth comes crashing onto yours. it’s all fire, like he’s making up for lost time, every moment you hadn’t kissed. the force has your head tilting back, and you push him off just as you get the urge to kiss him back. not yet.

he blinks at you, breathless. you can feel his heart thudding under the palm on his chest. you give him a soft smile, tilting your head. you’re waiting, he realises.

jiyong clears his throat. he runs a hand through his hair, a little self-conscious for being so forward. but can you blame a man?

his hands come to hold your one resting on his chest. and then finally, softly: “be my girlfriend?”

you grin, confident as ever. “i’ll think about it.”

jiyong clicks his tongue, but you swallow the noise as you lean in, lips smothering his. he’s slower this time as he returns the kiss. patient. his mouth opens for you, and you catch a small noise escape his throat as your tongue teases his. you’re sure he feels it when your lips curl into a smile.

in retaliation, jiyong slips his hand beneath your shirt. you gasp at the sensation— his palm flat and hot on your bare skin.

your hand snakes around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair as the kisses heat up. jiyong grows more daring, pinching your chin to tip your head back, allowing his tongue to delve deeper; taste more of you.

your fingers curl around a tuft of hair, and jiyong sighs as your nails graze his scalp. but then you pull— his mouth coming off of yours with a wet pop as you tug his head back.

jiyong’s groan blends into a snicker. foreboding is the only way to describe the sound.

you softly bite your lip as jiyong looks back at you through half-lidded eyes. you hope it might disarm him.

you stifle the urge to shudder as he leans in again, agonisingly slow, and kisses the corner of your mouth. his lips barely graze yours— a stark contrast to how he was basically eating your face a minute ago.

he trails down to your jaw and leaves another there. then down your neck, trailing kisses all the way to your clavicle. they’re all charged with something you couldn’t quite place— possessiveness, maybe. like he’s finally staking his claim.

goosebumps erupt across your flesh as he takes the skin into his mouth, sucking lightly. just enough to leave proof that he was there.

the hand on your stomach creeps downward, slipping under your waistband, and you can’t help how your hips roll at his touch. his laugh rumbles on your collarbone. you want to slap him for being so cocky. you want to beg him to keep going.

his fingertips glide over the fabric of your panties, stopping where your bikini line ends. he presses a kiss to your lips, and you breathe out his name. he cocks his head.

“hm?” he’s not even trying to hide his smug grin. “still thinking?”

you swallow down the cusses sizzling on your tongue. you don’t want him to have a change of heart, pull away when his fingertips are ghosting over right where you want them.

you snatch jiyong’s throat into your hand, fingers curling around his neck— not tight, just present. a reminder. he’s quick to suppress a groan.

“i need convincing.”

and that’s all jiyong has to hear.

confident now, his hand slips under the fabric of your panties, and you gasp as his fingertips tap your folds. his breath fans heavy on your mouth, eyes never leaving you— watching every twitch of your face as he moves his fingers.

jiyong cusses when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten for him. his mouth’s on yours again, and you whimper onto his tongue when his fingers glide over your clit.

he repeats the action, rubbing little stripes with his fingers that has your mind going foggy. you’re eager, desperate for more, your hips buck in rhythm with his hand on your clit. he stills you with a firm hand on your waist, then his palm shifts to cradle you by the small of your back. your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt.

each of your moans into the kisses only drives jiyong crazier— he trades his fingers for his thumb, rubbing quick circles on your clit as his digits come to tease your entrance.

dignity be damned, you break the kiss to whine: “ji, please,”

you choke out when two fingers stretch you open. his brows raise, watching you unravel for him with a smile on his face. he sets an unforgiving pace: ramming his fingers into you with his thumb focused on swirling your clit. you’re mumbling an incoherent string of words, the coil in your stomach tightening with his fingers working at you so perfectly.

“i’ve got you.” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against your jaw to suck little kisses on your neck. your cries fall right into his ear.

when his fingers curl to hit that spot to make you see stars, the balloon inside you pops.

you cum like that: jiyong’s hand rocking into your g-spot, his thumb attentive on your clit, his palm on your back holding you flush against him, his lips nipping at the skin of your neck. it’s all too much. you’re not sure what leaves your mouth— his name blending with broken pleas and cusses. he’s surprised his shirt doesn’t rip from how tight you gripped it.

he doesn’t stop until you’re coherent; asking him to stop, sensitive to the touch. he (reluctantly) drags his hand off of you, holding your gaze as he pops his fingers into his mouth. you’re still hazy from your orgasm, but the sight of him cleaning up your taste with his tongue has your flame reigniting.

your hand grabs his hard-on through his pants, and jiyong nearly keels over.

he forgets himself, head falling on your shoulder as you rub your palm over his length. he’s hot, and you chuckle when you feel a damp spot on the fabric.

“your turn.” you coo.

he laughs breathlessly. “it won’t take much—”

you hear how his breath stops as he watches you lower yourself to your knees.

your palm rubs at him steadily, pulling little gasps from jiyong’s mouth. you maintain eye contact as your knuckles hook over his waistband, pulling both layers down in one tug.

he buried his hand in your hair like he’s petting you, his pupils swallowed by black in adoration.

your pretty fingers wrap around his length. it’s an effort to not buck into your hand— he doesn’t want to be impolite, but god, did he need more.

your thumb swipes over his head to catch a bud of pre-cum, and jiyong has to stop his eyes from rolling. he thinks he can’t get any harder— but then your lips press a kiss to his tip. he could cum right then from the sight.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.

you smile in kind. it’s all that prepares him for you taking his length into your mouth.

a choke escapes jiyong’s throat— he has to still his hips, resist the urge to buck further into the damp warmth of your mouth.

he clenches his jaw, sucking in a breath through his teeth as you drag your mouth over him, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his dick.

your wrist turns on his length, and he’s moaning, holding onto your hair like a lifeline.

after you came, jiyong had planned to lift you up, fuck you against the wall. maybe he got too ahead of himself. he wasn’t going to last for much longer like this.

“shit, can— can i,” he blabbers, dick already pulsing on your tongue as your head bobs at a relentless rhythm. “let me fuck you, please,”

your mouth comes off him with a wet smack. he shudders at the sudden absence of your warmth— but that thought dissolves as your hand rides up, stroking just the tip, palm riding over his frenulum over and over. he’s shameless as he asks again. you just pout up at him.

“so soon? ji,” you coo, not even hiding your smile. “what happened to taking a girl out first?”

you don’t spare him a second to reply— jiyong cries out when your mouth latches back onto him, cheeks hollowing while your fist rides over the rest of his dick.

and once you glance up at him, batting your lashes with glossy lips, a smile curling around his length: he’s gone.

it’s all a whiney string of please’s and thank you’s falling from jiyong’s mouth as he cums. your wrist glides up and down in between sharp twists, tongue unrelenting as you suck on his tip. his pelvis stammers, his vision blinding white, and warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

you give him a second to catch his breath, dragging yourself off of him. he hisses when you give his sensitive tip a light squeeze as you pull your hand off.

jiyong coughs— throat raw from moaning. heat creeps up his neck, acutely aware of how loud he must’ve been. flustered, he gazes down at you, smirking up at him with a hand coated in cum.

you maintain eye contact as your tongue drags over your palm, lapping up the residue. his dick twitches at the sight of you returning the favour. fuck, give him a moment to recover, and he’ll be just about ready for round two.

you kiss the tip of his dick as it softens, before tucking it back into his boxers and straightening up his waistband. you rise from your feet. jiyong’s in utter awe.

“nothing in the world compares to you,” he reveres, eyes full of stars. “my girlfriend.”

he says it like he’s testing the word on his tongue. he repeats it under his breath as he cups your cheeks, leaving quick pecks all over your face.

you chuckle, giving his shoulder a light shove.

“took you long enough.”

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spill the tea | kwon jiyong

a/n – so, I wrote this during class, I couldn't pay attention, I was thinking too much about jiyong. I don't know if I'll do another part, it depends on your reaction, initially, I don't plan on doing pt.2, I'm enjoying doing a bit of angst so much, i don't understand... again, I just wrote what came to my head, the english is still kind of... bad, but I hope you like it!

everything has been lightly reviewed, please let me know of any grammar error/incorrect word!

summary: jiyong is anxious, very nervous about appearing on stage again in front of so many people, but you appear.

pairing: jiyong x gn!reader

warnings: a fair amount of self-deprecation, abusive work, mentions of anxiety, reader has confidence issues, angst, fluff

lowercase letters, word count: 1,1k (again)

spinning the rings on his fingers, jiyong’s palms sweat, and he unconsciously wipes them on his light pink pants. looking around absentmindedly, his thoughts race a mile a minute, and he exhales hurriedly.

hearing two soft knocks on the door, he looks at it, a bit confused.

“jiyong-nim?” you whisper, peeking in with only half of your face visible, your body still outside.

the man nods, giving you permission to enter. you smile softly and finally step inside.

“excuse me…” your voice is gentle, barely above a whisper, not wanting to be a bother. “since i know you like tea, i decided to make some and bring it to you.”

in your hand, you hold a metallic thermal bottle, and in the other, a small, delicate package of chocolate cookies you had baked just a few hours ago.

you can’t help but wonder how he must be feeling, returning to the stage after so many years. being part of his personal staff, you and the team always communicate with him directly.

well… not you. the others.

you never had the courage—nor the opportunity, really. not for lack of trying, but because of someone specific.

of course, the great g-dragon would have a highly qualified team of professionals. but you never felt like one of them, and that person made sure to remind you of your “proper place.” the moment jiyong turned his back, all of her frustrations were dumped onto you. maybe you were hired as a verbal punching bag for the “blessed being” without realizing it. it made you wonder if you had remembered to read the fine print.

she didn’t even bother to call you by your name—always using other names, but never yours.

of course, you had thought about reporting it, but someone as insignificant as you in this industry, compared to her—who is beloved and has more connections than you could count—who’s to say she wouldn’t send someone to get rid of you while you’re in the bathroom? you never know. you know they would never fire her. you losing your job would be much easier than any close employee of jiyong’s facing consequences.

you? a new hire? who gets stepped on by senior staff? reporting her and expecting her to be fired for abuse of power and verbal harassment—if that’s even considered a crime? never. only in your dreams.

you’ve always known that keeping quiet avoids unnecessary arguments, even if you constantly bite your tongue to hold back a sharp reply. you need this job to survive. the salary is too good, and you think you can endure a certain level of mistreatment. at the end of the day, you’re working for g-dragon.

kwon jiyong.

so, you put up with a little more.

you’ve always been someone who minds their own business, who hates being a burden, who puts effort and dedication into everything you do. that’s what got you here, and you won’t let nerves over trivial things get the best of you.

sometimes, you stop and wonder if it’s worth tolerating such ridiculous treatment. but then you remind yourself—you’re on your own. you handle things as best as you can with what you have.

just you and yourself.

you don’t remember having any true friendships you’d take with you for life. maybe some colleagues, but nothing like “i need a shoulder to lean on, can i talk to you?”

you don’t dwell on it. you don’t even seek that kind of connection anymore—you gave up long ago.

you care too much about what others think of you. you like leaving a good impression—being seen as reliable, always prepared, capable of doing whatever is asked of you.

but you also let people step on you—on your pride, almost on you, literally.

when did that become “okay”?

you have no idea. it feels like it’s always been this way. you’re invisible. never invited to anything. you watch others having fun, calling each other out for drinks, and you can’t even picture yourself in a situation like that.

honestly?

you silence your thoughts for now.

you hand him the tea and cookies, and he stands up, bowing politely, ever so charming. a small smile grace his beautiful face, bringing a subtle glow of admiration to your own, soon he sits down again.

“i tried making passion fruit tea with pomegranate… passion fruit helps with stress and mood, pomegranate helps with the throat in case of hoarseness or pain, and also—”

jiyong watches you ramble (your voice still soft and low, almost a whisper), his lips forming a small pout, eyes slightly wide, eyebrows subtly raised. one hand rests on his chin, legs crossed, elbow propped up.

for the first time since arriving here, he finds himself distracted, momentarily forgetting his nerves and anxiety.

thinking back, he realizes he has never interacted with you directly.

of course, he’s seen you around—always busy, whether carrying heavy boxes, taking notes from a distance, staying late to fix a loose button or sequin on his outfit, bringing drinks, coffee, and snacks for everyone (never personally handing them to him), and countless other tasks that he’s almost certain aren’t your responsibility.

he’s never seen you with anyone. a friend, or something like that.

not that he had noticed before.

but, you know, when people are close, it’s something you can feel.

jiyong’s thoughts (just like your rambling) are abruptly interrupted by the loud, sudden swing of the dressing room door.

both of your heads snap toward the sound.

“jiyo-ssi!! you’re up next, it’s packed today, hurry up!”

ah, it’s her. the very person who used you as her personal punching bag.

without so much as a polite greeting, she shoves you aside and grabs jiyong’s arm.

still surprised, he simply looks ahead as he’s dragged away in a rush.

you just stare down at your hands, now clasped together in front of you, until—

“___?”

startled, you look up—and see g-d smiling at you.

in your eyes, he glows.

“thank you so much. i feel a lot better now.”

his voice, deep yet gentle, carries the words, and suddenly, the world seems more colorful as you both look directly at each other.

have you ever noticed how beautiful his eyes are?

and then, the door closes.

you stay there, frozen, until your legs weaken, and you crouch down, placing a hand over your racing heart, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“…but you didn’t even drink the tea…” you murmur, embarrassed.

a/n – thanks for the positive reactions on 'thinkin' bout you'! I'm glad you liked it, it just makes me want to write more. this time I heard JK's 'still with you', it brought up a lot of feelings and I ended up pouring it all out in the reader's self-deprecating parts. Sorry not sorry. sorry again for my english, feel free to correct me kindly!

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One Take, One Chance: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: after opening up about his crush on you, you get invited as a guest on daesung's youtube channel. now neither of you can let this real opportunity slip by...

word count: 3829

tags: fluff; flirting, teasing, innuendos, jiyong and youngbae being little shits

ao3 link

Daesung should have known better than to let Ji-yong and Youngbae team up against him.

It started out as a normal Zip Daesung episode—just three old friends gathered around a table, eating delicious food, and reminiscing about their careers. But then, somewhere between bites of grilled meat and playful jabs at each other’s fashion choices, the conversation took a turn.

“So,” Ji-yong leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who’s your dream guest for this show?”

Daesung hummed, tapping his chin in thought. “Dream guest? That’s tough… I mean, I’d love to have so many people on.”

Youngbae smirked. “Oh, come on. Just one name.”

Daesung hesitated, but then a name slipped out before he could stop himself. Yours. Ji-yong and Youngbae immediately exchanged a look.

“Ohhh?” Ji-yong’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s your pick?”

Daesung frowned, already regretting speaking. “What? She’d be a fun guest!”

“You think it would be fun?” Youngbae practically cackled, slapping his knee. “You’ve been crushing on her for years.”

Ji-yong gasped dramatically. “Wait—years?”

Daesung turned red instantly. “I never said—”

“Man, don’t even try to deny it!” Youngbae cut in, grinning. “Every time her name comes up, you get all weird. You talk about her performances like she personally invented music. And don’t even get me started on that one time you—”

Daesung lunged forward. “Shut up!”

Ji-yong was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes, he then moved to nudge Youngbae. “This is amazing. Should I play matchmaker again? You both know I have a good track record.”

“It’s not like that!” Daesung’s protests fell on deaf ears. 

Ji-yong held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We get it. She’s cool, talented, really good-looking—”

“I hate you both.”

“You won’t for much longer…”

Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the end of it. The internet saw everything—especially your fans. The moment the episode aired, they latched onto it like detectives uncovering a major scandal. Within hours, social media was flooded with reactions, memes, and demands for you to appear on his channel. Fans dissected every second of his flustered reaction, zooming in on the way his ears turned red, looping the moment he choked on thin air, and outright begging you to make it happen.

Your heart sped up and ached at the thought of it, in fact. You have met Daesung a couple times, but only in passing at various awards shows before getting swept away within a minute or two by demanding managers, and even more demanding schedules. So the thought of being able to sit down and talk properly—intentionally—with him? It was everything to you. If only your schedule wasn’t so—

“You’re doing Zip Daesung soon, by the way.” 

You paused mid-sip of your drink, finally snapping out of your thoughts, and staring at your agent across the table. “I’m sorry—what?”

She barely looked up from her tablet, scrolling through your upcoming schedule. “They sent the invite. I confirmed.”

You blinked. “You what?”

“They wanted you on. You’re free that day. It’s happening.” She finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You like Daesung, don’t you?”

That was besides the point.

“I just—” You bit your lip, barely stopping the smile threatening to form. “I mean… have you seen what’s been happening online?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it. The clip of him getting teased? Adorable. The fans demanding this episode? Hilarious. And let’s not forget G-Dragon himself declaring the fact that he’s a matchmaker.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“You’re smiling.”

You immediately wiped the grin off your face. “No, I’m not.”

She just snorted. “Sure. Anyway, I already let the show know you’ll be there. They’re excited. Daesung is definitely excited.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re evil.”

“I prefer efficient.” She glanced back at her tablet. “Now, do you want me to send a standard confirmation, or should I let them know you’re looking forward to seeing Daesung blush in person?”

You shot her a look.

She grinned. “I’ll keep it professional. But you are going to have fun with this, right?”

You picked up your drink again, a slow smirk forming. “Oh, absolutely.”

A couple weeks later, the day had finally arrived. You stepped out of the car, adjusting your outfit as you took in the cozy restaurant set up. Warm lighting, carefully arranged cameras, and the familiar hum of production staff moving around filled the space. Everything looked inviting, intimate—perfect for casual conversation over a meal. Perfect for messing with him.

One of the production assistants came out to happily greet you, leading you inside and attaching a lapel microphone to your collar as they informed you how excited the man of the hour was excited to see you. Of course he was. Naturally, you were too. Not that you said anything more than a polite return of the compliment. 

The cameras were already rolling when you walked in. Daesung sat at the table, holding up a sleek bottle, mid-sentence in what was clearly a sponsorship plug. His voice was smooth and confident as he looked straight into the camera. “…which is why this is the perfect drink to enjoy with any meal. It’s refreshing, healthy, and, most importantly—”

Then, his eyes landed on you, and everything fell apart.

His grip on the bottle tightened. His words stalled, lips parting slightly like his brain had just short-circuited.

Somewhere off to the side, you heard a quiet whisper. “Oh my God, did you see that?”

Another voice, barely stifling laughter: “He’s doomed.”

You paused for a second, glancing around. The restaurant set was dimly lit for ambiance, and beyond the bright filming lights, you couldn’t quite make out the source of the voices. Probably some staff members who were getting a kick out of his reaction.

You smirked, stepping forward as the cameras captured everything. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt.”

Daesung blinked rapidly, scrambling to recover. “N-No, it’s fine! I was just—uh—finishing up.” He turned back to the camera, clearing his throat like that would somehow fix everything. “Anyway, be sure to check it out. I highly recommend it.”

With extreme focus, he set the bottle down—carefully, like he was afraid even the slightest wrong move would send it flying across the table.

Another whisper floated through the air. “He’s gripping that bottle like it’s a lifeline.”

You resisted the urge to look around again, choosing instead to slide into your seat across from him, resting your chin in your hand. “You sure? You seemed really into that.”

His laugh came out slightly too high-pitched at first, but then something shifted. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and suddenly, there was a glint in his eye.

“I mean,” he mused, tilting his head, “I was into it. But I wasn’t expecting you to be this early.”

You raised a brow. “Oh?”

Daesung leaned back slightly, a slow smile forming. “Yeah. I thought I had more time to prepare.”

You blinked, caught off guard for the briefest second. You’d come in expecting him to be the flustered one—but now? Now, he was looking at you like you were the one who needed to catch up.

And damn it, that was actually kind of attractive.

Another whisper from the shadows. “Did he just—?”

“Oh, he’s fighting back. This is getting good.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, ignoring the voices as you smirked at Daesung. “Oh, I see how it is. You needed time to brace yourself.”

“Something like that.”

Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, you’d just have to turn it up a notch. You leaned in slightly, voice softer. “Well… I hope you like surprises.”

“Oh, I love surprises,” he said smoothly, voice dipping just enough to make it clear he was enjoying himself. “Especially when they walk into the room before I’ve had a chance to properly welcome them.”

“Is that your way of saying you would’ve rolled out the red carpet if I was a little later?”

“No, that’s my way of saying I would’ve had time to mentally prepare before you walked in and completely threw me off.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you wanted to be caught off guard.”

Daesung leaned forward just a little, mirroring your posture. “And why would I do that?”

Your smirk deepened. “Maybe because you like it when I have the upper hand.”

For a split second, you saw something flicker across his face—something dangerously close to intrigue. But before you could claim victory, he exhaled through his nose in a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re quick,” he mused. “But…” He tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flickering over you before locking back onto yours. “I do like a challenge.”

Your breath caught just slightly—not enough for the cameras to notice, but enough for him to see it.

Oh. Oh.

So that’s how he wanted to play it.

Another whisper, nearly choked with laughter. “They’re just flirting at this point.” “Just wait till the food actually gets here.”

You still couldn’t quite see who was whispering, but you had an idea. Not that it mattered. Because right now, Daesung was looking at you like he was enjoying every second of this, and damn it—so were you. Game on. A small pause settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with amusement and something else you weren’t ready to name yet. Daesung’s eyes still held that playful glint, a quiet challenge lingering between the two of you, but before either of you could push it further, the soft clink of dishes being placed on the table shifted the moment.

The restaurant staff had begun setting down the first course, steam rising from the carefully plated dishes. The rich aroma of broth, spices, and grilled meat filled the air, making your stomach tighten in anticipation.

Daesung exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he picked up his chopsticks. “Alright, before we accidentally turn this into a staring contest, let’s eat.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, let’s call it accidental.”

His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the dish in front of you. “Do you like this? I asked them to include some of your favorites.”

Your brows raised slightly, pleasantly surprised. “You did?”

He hummed, grabbing a piece of meat and dipping it into sauce. “Of course. I did some research, you know. I couldn’t invite you on and not at least pretend to be a good host.”

There was a teasing edge to his tone, but the thoughtfulness behind it made warmth bloom in your chest.

You picked up your chopsticks, giving him a small smile. “I appreciate it. That’s very…” You paused, tilting your head. “Dare I say—charming of you?”

Daesung chuckled, shaking his head. “You could say that. Or you could just admit you’re impressed.”

“I’m slightly impressed,” you admitted, picking up a bite of food and tasting it. The flavors melted on your tongue, perfectly balanced. “Okay, more than slightly. This is really good.”

He grinned, clearly satisfied. “See? And you doubted me.”

“I never doubted you.” You gestured with your chopsticks. “I just assumed you’d be more focused on trying to make me flustered than actually making sure I enjoyed the meal.”

His laugh came easy this time, smooth and genuine. “Who says I can’t do both?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

The conversation slipped into an easy rhythm as the two of you ate, teasing remarks woven between casual questions about schedules, recent projects, and shared industry experiences. It felt natural—comfortable, despite the bright filming lights and the knowledge that thousands of people would be watching this later. Even the quiet murmurs from the shadows—who you still hadn’t identified—faded into the background as you found yourself getting lost in the push and pull of conversation.

Daesung was witty, effortlessly charming, and heart-warmingly attentive, making sure your plate was never empty and that you were comfortable. While the playful teasing never fully disappeared, there was something undeniably genuine underneath it all. And that? That was even more dangerous than the flirting.

You twirled your chopsticks between your fingers, watching Daesung as he took a bite of food. He was comfortable now, smiling easily as he spoke, completely in his element. The earlier nerves had faded, replaced by his usual warm charisma. Naturally, you had to ruin that.

You set your chopsticks down, leaning forward just enough to make him notice. “You know…” you mused, tilting your head. “I have to admit, I was really looking forward to this.”

Daesung’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He blinked, processing your words before offering an amused smirk. “Oh? My show, or… me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to play along. But then you reached for your drink, casually taking a sip as you let your words sink in.

That’s when you saw it. The slight shift in his expression—the way his fingers tightened around his chopsticks just a little too much, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips like he was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had gotten.

Got him.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he picked up a piece of meat and placed it on your plate. “Eat. You’re getting too confident.”

You let out a soft laugh. “What? I can’t compliment my charming host?”

His jaw tightened for the briefest second, but then he exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “You are dangerous.”

You popped the bite of food into your mouth, chewing with exaggerated innocence. “Oh? I thought you liked a challenge.”

He let out his own breathy laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I do.”

“You sure?” Your cheeks were almost starting to hurt with how long you’ve been smiling. “Seems to me like you could have used that mental preparation.” 

As much as you enjoyed getting under his skin, there was something equally enjoyable about watching him find his rhythm again. He wasn’t flustered so much as he was enjoying this—meeting you beat for beat, letting the conversation slip into a smooth back-and-forth that neither of you had to think too hard about. A natural rhythm. A comfortable challenge.

Daesung picked up another piece of food and placed it on your plate, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Eat. I’d rather not lose to you on an empty stomach.”

You let out a soft chuckle, picking up the bite he’d given you. “Fair enough. Wouldn’t want you to tap out too early.”

His grin widened. “Oh, don’t worry. I never tap out early.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Daesung’s smile faltered for just a second. A single second of realization.

Then—

A sharp, choked sound came from somewhere off-camera. A full-bodied laugh followed, then a chair scraped against the floor as someone collapsed with laughter.

Daesung instantly straightened in his seat and frantically waved his hands, his ears turning bright red as his brain clearly scrambled for a way out. “No, no, wait! That is not what I meant! I just meant—I meant that I—I don’t give up easily! Like—I keep going! I mean, not like that! Not that I wouldn’t—wait, no, that’s not—”

The more he talked, the deeper he sank, and the moment he clamped his mouth shut, realizing the hole he’d dug for himself—

A loud, dramatic sigh.

“Alright, that’s enough,” a voice announced, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps.

Before Daesung—or you—could react, two figures emerged from the shadows, stepping into the frame like they owned the place. Ji-yong and Youngbae. Cackling. Absolutely delighted.

The crew lost it.

“Sorry, we couldn’t let this continue,” Ji-yong said, slapping a hand onto Daesung’s shoulder while grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah,” Youngbae added, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “He was drowning. We had to step in.”

Daesung let out a very real groan, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my—”

You, meanwhile, just sat back and watched, thoroughly entertained. “So that’s where those whispers were coming from.”

Ji-yong smirked, winking. “You’re welcome.”

Daesung shot them a look. “I hate both of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Youngbae jumped in.

Ji-yong leaned in, elbowing Daesung. “So. You never tap out, huh?”

Oh, this was the best decision you’d ever made.

What was once a standard episode of Zip Daesung had quickly unraveled into something much less structured—and far more chaotic.

Ji-yong and Youngbae made themselves comfortable, as if they’d been invited rather than having quite literally crashed the shoot. Youngbae, in true older-brother fashion, took it upon himself to steal bites of Daesung’s food, nodding in faux approval as if he were a judge on a cooking show. Ji-yong, on the other hand, leaned forward with his chin in his palm, shooting you knowing glances every time Daesung so much as looked in your direction.

Daesung, to his credit, tried to regain control of the show.

Tried.

But every time he attempted to steer the conversation back to the meal, the questions, anything remotely professional, one of his so-called friends would derail it entirely.

“Oh, let’s talk about your crush,” Ji-yong had said at one point, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “You know, the one you definitely don’t have.”

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you, buddy?” Youngbae added, far too pleased with himself.

Daesung nearly knocked over his drink.

“I mean… they do have a point.” You noted.

Daesung gave up.

He slumped back in his chair, sighing so deeply you thought he might just melt into the floor. “This is my own show. I invited you. And yet, here I am, suffering.”

Ji-yong patted his back. “Yeah, but it’s great content.”

By the time the meal neared its end, the restaurant was filled with laughter, empty dishes, and a camera crew that had long since given up on maintaining any sort of structure. What had started as a playful, casual interview had turned into a full-fledged comedy special. Eventually, the director called it a wrap.

Daesung exhaled, slumping forward onto the table.

You chuckled, stretching slightly. “That was fun.”

“For you, maybe,” Daesung muttered, glaring at his so-called friends. “I just lost all credibility.”

Ji-yong smirked. “Oh, you never had any to begin with.”

Youngbae stood, stretching with a grin. “Alright, we’ll get out of your hair now. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”

Daesung’s jaw clenched. “That’s literally not helpful.”

Ji-yong just winked before the two of them disappeared into the background, still chuckling to themselves.

As the crew packed up, Daesung rubbed his temples, exhaling deeply. “I am never letting them anywhere near my show again.”

“I don’t know… I think they added a nice touch.”

“Of course you do.”

With the cameras off and the crew packing up, the once-buzzing atmosphere simmered into something quieter, more intimate. The overhead lights were dimmer now, casting a warm glow over the table where you and Daesung still sat.

And yet, for all the teasing and easy banter, something in him had shifted. He was quieter. Fidgeting. Stealing glances at you, then looking away just as quickly. You noticed, of course. How could you not? The normally playful and effortlessly charming Daesung was suddenly hesitant, almost unsure—like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. You waited, giving him the space to speak. But the words never came.

Instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… I guess I should walk you out.”

You tilted your head slightly but didn’t push. “Alright.”

The two of you stood, gathering your things as the last bits of the production crew wrapped up. A few of them shot you knowing looks—they had clearly been hoping for something more to happen on camera—but they said nothing as you made your way toward the exit.

The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside. The streets were quieter now, the neon signs of Seoul humming softly against the darkness. You turned slightly toward him, offering a small smile. 

“Well, thanks for having me,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Even if your show got completely hijacked.”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, that was… something.”

A beat of silence passed.

For a moment, it seemed like that was it—that he was just going to let you leave. That the teasing, the lingering glances, the undeniable tension had all been in your head. And then—

“Wait.”

His voice was quieter now, less sure, but there was urgency in it.

You turned back just as he took a step closer, rubbing his hands together like he was working up the nerve for something.

“I—” He exhaled sharply, then met your gaze, determination flickering behind his warm eyes. “Would you… wanna make a real date out of this?”

Your breath caught.

For the first time tonight, the teasing stopped. Your mind blanked for a split second, heart skipping an unsteady beat. A real date?

You searched his expression, almost in disbelief. He noticed it immediately—the way your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag, the way your lips parted like you weren’t quite sure you’d heard him right. The way your usual playful, effortless confidence wavered just a little. Just like that, his entire demeanor softened.

He let out a quiet chuckle, stepping just a bit closer. “What?” His voice was warm, teasing, but gentle. “Did I break you?”

You blinked, snapping out of it. “I—” You cleared your throat, shaking your head. “No. Just… I thought maybe after tonight you’d—”

You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even saying it.

“What? Change my mind?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Please. You think I went through all that just to let you get away?”

You stared at him, still thrown, and that was when he really saw it—genuine nerves flickering across your face, the disbelief that he actually wanted this for real. Wanted you.

Something in him melted. Then, just as quickly, his signature grin returned.

“Wow.” He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You were so smooth five minutes ago. Where’d all that confidence go?”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh, shut up—”

“No, no, I liked that!” He grinned, pointing at you. “Should I make you nervous more often? You’re kinda cute like this.”

“I hate you.”

“Still wanna go on a date with me, though?”

“Unfortunately.”

Daesung laughed, bright and full, and you rolled your eyes before finally letting your own grin slip through.

“Alright,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, still watching you with something undeniably fond in his gaze. “Then let’s go.”

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[jiyongssi]

popularly unpopular opinion: gd should move on from chanel. get on with something different. karl's dead, chanel is getting nothing new or impressive out there, loyalty is great until it's to a fault; move on.

[mashtatosworld]

calm in the chaos

summary: you give birth to your first baby

You should have known when Jiyong walked into the room with a beret perched on his head and a set of fine paintbrushes in the other, that today was not going to go as planned.

You had thought you were going to start painting the nursery.

You had been excited, even, having selected a range of pink shades together weeks ago. You’d imagined the two of you working side by side, getting messy with paint, making this space a home for your little girl.

But instead, you found yourself sitting on the nursery floor, your maternity dress rolled up over your stomach, as your husband carefully dragged a paintbrush across your swollen belly.

You sighed, watching him dip the brush into a soft pastel colour before sweeping it over your skin. "Ji, why are we doing this again?"

He didn’t even look up, his lips pursed in deep concentration. “She gives me inspiration.”

You arched a brow. "She?"

“Our baby,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’m waiting for her to tell me how she wants the room painted."

You blinked. "You don’t know what colour you want the nursery to be?"

He had a vision board, a Pinterest board and even hired interior designers to help plan the nursery. But in the end, the two of you went to the store and picked out your favourite swatches of pregnancy safe paint - of which he was now painting on your stomach.

“I thought I did," he admitted, sticking a tiny flower to your belly, right where he had just painted. "But then I realised, I should wait for her input."

You stared at him, bewildered. "She’s going to decide?"

He nodded sagely. "Of course."

You sighed again, shaking your head. "And how exactly is she going to do that?"

At that exact moment, a small but firm kick pressed against your stomach, right where he had been painting.

Jiyong grinned, eyes wide with excitement. "Ahhh, see? She’s choosing!"

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Or maybe she’s just done with you poking her all the time.”

He ignored your teasing, his expression turning softer, more thoughtful. He ran a hand gently over your stomach, his wedding ring cold against your skin as it grazed the painted surface.

"I feel so connected to her already," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your belly. "I think she’s going to share my artistic vision but have your beauty." His eyes flicked up to you, filled with so much love it made your breath catch. "She’s so lucky."

Your heart melted, and you reached out to touch him, feeling closer than ever. "We’re the lucky ones, Ji."

He smiled, rubbing a hand over your belly again before picking up another flower petal and sticking it carefully to your skin.

After a few more strokes of paint and some deep, artistic pondering on Jiyong’s end, you finally asked, "So… now that she’s chosen the colour, can we start painting the nursery?"

Jiyong froze, slowly pursing his lips. His expression instantly shifted from serene to guilty.

You narrowed your eyes. "Jiyong."

He cleared his throat. "Well… we could… but, you know, it's a lot of labour, and - "

"Ji."

"And you're pregnant, and I just - ”

"Ji."

"I don’t want you moving around too much!" he finally blurted, eyes pleading. "It’s not safe!"

You stared at him, incredulous. "That’s why you’ve been delaying? Because you don’t want me painting?"

He nodded quickly. “I mean, you are involved! You’re growing our princess!”

You threw your hands in the air. "Jiyong, come on. I want to help. I’m not going to break!"

He hesitated, clearly torn between his need to protect you and his desire to make you happy. After a long pause, he finally sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

"Thank you."

"But only sticking flowers to the wall," he warned. "No climbing ladders. No stretching. No actual painting. Just decorating."

You rolled your eyes but took what you could get. "Deal."

He'd been like that your whole pregnancy.

You weren’t allowed to carry anything. Not a grocery bag, not the laundry, not even your own shoes if he was feeling particularly protective. The man had damn near wrestled a glass out of your hand once, insisting it was too full and too heavy - until you nearly bit his head off.

After that, he reluctantly allowed you to lift a drink or your phone. But everything else?

Off limits.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

An hour later, the nursery was transformed.

The walls were coated in the perfect shade of soft pink, the door dotted with tiny, delicate flowers. Jiyong had even painted a subtle mural on one wall - gentle brushstrokes forming a dreamy, almost ethereal heart. It was beautiful.

You both stood in the centre of the room, looking around in awe.

It suddenly felt real.

This wasn’t just a room anymore. This was your baby’s room. The space where you would rock her to sleep, where she would wake up every morning, where she would play and grow.

Jiyong took your hand in his, his grip warm and steady. He gave you a small, almost disbelieving smile. “This is really happening, huh?”

You squeezed his fingers. “Yeah.”

Briefly, you were pulled back to when you first met him. At the time, you'd been too afraid to even look him in the eyes. And yet now you would touch your stomach and wonder if your baby would have those same, curious eyes...

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close.

You closed your eyes, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

The three of you - already a family.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You should have known.

You should have known when Jiyong didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol all night - not even during Youngbae’s toast.

You should have known when he stayed practically glued to your side all night, his hand permanently resting on your belly like some kind of monitor.

And you should have known when he kept looking at you with that knowing little smirk every time you shifted uncomfortably.

But you?

You were in denial.

Sure, there had been some cramping earlier that day, but that was normal at nine months pregnant. It was not the start of labour.

No way. Not tonight, of all nights. Not when you were supposed to be enjoying Youngbae’s big concert, surrounded by your closest friends.

So, you pushed through.

You swayed lightly in the VIP section, singing along with Hyorin. And you breathed through the discomfort when Jiyong leaned in, murmuring sweet nothings against your temple.

And then the concert ended.

You were all backstage, congratulating Youngbae, when a sharp pain rippled through your stomach. Your hand immediately shot out, grabbing the nearest thing - which happened to be Jiyong’s forearm.

You squeezed, fingers digging in.

Jiyong didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he sighed, tilting his head with that same knowing smirk. "Right, jagi - your contractions are within five minutes. It’s time to go to meet our baby."

Silence.

Then -

“WAIT, WHAT?!”

Every single person in the room turned to stare.

Youngbae, still towelling off his sweat, froze. Hyorin’s jaw dropped. Daesung, mid-sip of water, choked violently.

"Is this really happening?!"

"How could I have not noticed?"

"I'm going to be an uncle again?"

Jiyong rolled his eyes. "Yes, ok, she's in labour. Time to go. Let’s move."

"Yah!" Hyorin smacked your arm. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You can't smack a pregnant person!" Daesung jumped in, standing in front of you like a personal bodyguard.

You tried to protest, but another contraction hit, and all that came out was a pained groan.

"What are we waiting for!" Youngbae ushered, grabbing his wife as Daesung threw on his jacket.

"This isn't an afterparty." You muttered, shuffling out of the room with Jiyong at your side as the others followed closely behind.

"We were there when you met, we'll be there for this too."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The car ride was complete chaos.

You were wedged in the back between Hyorin and Daesung, who were gripping your hands like they was the ones about to give birth.

Youngbae was in the passenger seat, throwing out directions that he believed was the fastest way to the hospital.

"Take a left here! Hyung! Hyung! You missed the turning," He instructed Jiyong, his maps up on his phone. "Go right here! No! Jiyong!"

Your husband ignored his frantic shouting as he continued straight ahead. "I know the way." He'd been studying every route to the hospital since you entered your third trimester.

Daesung, squished in the back, was losing his mind. “Drive faster! Why are we not driving faster?! This is an emergency! Run the light!”

Jiyong stayed silent.

Completely calm. Not panicked. Not frantic. Not hovering.

He just gripped the wheel, eyes steady, jaw set. Cool. Collected.

Which only made it worse because nobody expected this.

“Why is he so quiet?!” Daesung hissed from the back.

"Maybe he's in shock!" Hyorin whispered back. "Youngbae fainted when I had our son."

"Hey... I was tired and simply closed my eyes," Youngbae muttered in return. He then looked to his bandmate with wide eyes. "You're not going to faint right? Tell me and I'll grab the wheel."

Jiyong rolled his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine.”

"That makes it weirder, Jiyong!” Daesung exclaimed.

You let out a strangled groan as another contraction hit, gripping Hyorin’s fingers like a vice.

Jiyong found your eyes in the mirror. His voice was calm when he spoke.

"Breathe, jagi," he murmured. "We’re almost there."

Everyone else was in full-blown meltdown mode, and yet he was here, anchored, pulling you back down to earth.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

By the time you got to the hospital, Jiyong immediately sprang into action.

The moment the car stopped, he was out, grabbing the hospital bag from the trunk - which he had secretly packed without your knowledge.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group spilled out of the car like a panicked clown parade.

"Move, move, move!” Youngbae yelled like it was a military drill.

Jiyong opened the door for you, helping you out carefully, and wrapped an arm around your waist as he guided you inside. The others trailed behind, all talking at once -

"We’re here for the birth!”

"She’s having the baby right now!”

"We need a wheelchair!"

"I can still walk Daesung.” You declined even when he nearly tripped you up, trailing closely behind at your heels.

Jiyong ignored all of them. He was only focused on you.

Hyorin was on the phone with your mother, giving her updates in hushed tones. Youngbae was already calling Jiyong’s mom. Daesung, pulled out his own phone, not one to be left out.

"I'm calling Seunghyun," He muttered.

Another contraction hit. You clenched your jaw, voice shaking. "Ji... I’m scared."

And just like that, his entire demeanour softened.

He turned to you, his hands framing your face as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I know, baby," he whispered. "But you’re going to be okay. I’m right here."

And somehow, that was enough.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The moment you were wheeled into the delivery room, the chaos of your friends faded.

It was just you and Jiyong now.

He never let go of your hand.

Not once.

Through every contraction, every moment of pain, he was there. Whispering reassurances. Kissing your knuckles. Smoothing your hair.

"You’re doing so well, jagi."

"Just a little more, my baby."

"I’m right here."

And when your daughter finally entered the world - when her tiny cries filled the room - Jiyong let out the softest, most broken breath.

The doctor placed her in your arms, and Jiyong just stared.

He looked at you, his eyes wet, his lips trembling. "She's here," he whispered. "You did it."

You nodded weakly, exhausted beyond words.

And Jiyong - your calm in the chaos - just broke.

Tears streamed down his face as he cupped your daughter’s tiny head, his hands shaking. "She's perfect," he whispered.

You smiled sleepily, watching the love in his eyes as he gazed at your little girl - the masterpiece he had been waiting for.

The one he'd been waiting for his whole life.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

a throwback to the birth of baby diva! i thought i should post this before Angel arrives - which is not long now!

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[petersasteria]

No Way (3) - G Dragon/ Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce. Part 1 || Part 2 || gd masterlist

"Good night, Y/N!" Daesung said before hanging up. He stared at his phone and sighed. As your best friend, he didn't know what to do. He's known you since forever and for all the years he's known you, he never saw you this distraught. He unlocked his phone and opened the text he sent Seunghyun.

Daesung: Hyung!! Are you free to hang out with Y/N tmrw?

Seunghyunieeee: omg always! love that girl. where and what time??

Daesung chuckled to himself when he realized he never replied. Just as he was about to reply, he got another text.

Seunghyunieeee: you don't get to ask me if im free to hang out with Y/N and proceed to leave me on read and not tell me details that I need.

Daesung laughed and typed out a reply.

Daesung: maybe lunch time? you pick the place. she needs a distraction rn. you can pick her up from her place.

Seunghyunieeee: distraction? did smth happen?

Daesung: she'll tell you tmrw. not my place to tell, hyung.

Seunghyunieeee: ok. got it. I'll handle everything. I'll be sure to take care of your bestie!

Daesung: as you should. good night, hyung! counting on you.

Daesung locked his phone and laid in bed that night, praying for what he's planning tomorrow.

The next day, Daesung got ready to go to your apartment. It was already lunchtime and Seunghyun texted him saying that he already picked you up and that you guys are already on your way to the restaurant Seunghyun picked. He also knew that Seo-yeon was at school and it's lunch break time for her. He knew that because you tasked him to bring Seo-yeon's lunch at this hour because she requested food from a fast-food restaurant instead of your cooking. Daesung chuckled at the memory as he drove all the way to your apartment to confront Jiyong. He knew Jiyong was home because it's his day off.

He knocked on the door and just as he expected, Jiyong opened the door with food in his mouth, his cheeks resembling a chipmunk. Jiyong's eyes were wide, he didn't expect any visitors; not even his mistress. Despite him being cruel enough to have an affair, not once did he think of inviting his mistress in your shared apartment. He believed that despite everything, his home was only for you, him, and Seo-yeon. Bringing his mistress to the apartment would breach that quiet sanctity.

"Daesung! I didn't expect to see you. Come in." Jiyong said with his mouth full, opening the door further to let Daesung in. Daesung inhaled deeply before letting out a huff. He turned around to see Jiyong locking the front door and swallowing the food in his mouth.

"We need to talk." Daesung started.

"Sounds serious." Jiyong said as he led Daesung to the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. "Please sit."

They both sat down and faced each other. Jiyong knew what this was about, but he knew he had to act oblivious. In truth, he couldn't sleep at all after hearing your cries through the door. He wanted to pull you in for a hug, tell you everything will be alright, and kiss your tears away. Though, he knew he couldn't. Everything's far broken at this point. Seeing Daesung made it more real.

"What's up?" Jiyong asked, coolly.

Daesung snickered, "'What's up?'. 'What's up?'!? I think we both know what's up, Jiyong."

Jiyong gulped. He had never seen Daesung so... angry before. Daesung's anger is different. He was calm and collected and that scared him.

"Why did you do it?" Daesung asked. It was a simple, yet profound question. Why did he do it? Jiyong asked that himself everyday since the first time he cheated. He loved you. He was crazy about you, but why did he do that?

"In truth? I'm not really sure." Jiyong answered. They stared at each other and Daesung searched for more answers through Jiyong's eyes, but he wasn't buying it.

"I love Y/N. The first one was an accident. The next ones? I'm not sure." Jiyong said quietly.

Daesung nodded, not believing the bullshit he was spewing. "Maybe your head grew big." He suggested. "Maybe after that first one, you couldn't get enough because you knew girls would fall for you because you're THE G Dragon; you're THE Kwon Jiyong. I thought your arrogance was all an act. I'm very disappointed that it's real."

"What are you saying?" Jiyong asked with furrowed brows. "You think I did this on purpose?"

"Yeah." Daesung chuckled bitterly as he crossed his legs, getting comfy in his seat. "Once was a mistake, but twice, thrice, four times, five times? That's not an accident anymore. Did you hit your head and have amnesia? You can't cheat five times and say that all of those were an accident. You're stupid and I don't care if you have a bachelor's degree or a master's degree. I don't care if you're a musical, lyrical genius. What you did was stupid and you need to take accountability for your actions."

"Did you think that maybe I did those because of Y/N?" Jiyong questioned. "Daesung, word of advice as a married man, if you cheat on your wife, there's probably something wrong with your wife."

Daesung was FUMING, but he didn't show it, though.

"Kwon Jiyong, you don't get to say that because we both know Y/N would've went to hell and back for your sorry ass. Before I met you, I knew Y/N. You seem to forget that we go way back. Before you were my friend, she was mine. So, I know when something's off. I know her better than you do." Daesung said.

"Why didn't you marry her, then?" Jiyong chuckled darkly. He had always felt that Daesung had hidden feelings for you. After all, he wouldn't care so much about you if he didn't. At the end of the day, Jiyong didn't care because you chose him and not Daesung. In his head, he still won. He knew it was cruel of him to think that way, but he can't help smirking at the exact moment he won your heart.

"It wasn't in our cards and I knew the moment she met you that she was smitten. I supported her love for you and I even helped her because I knew you would make her happy and I knew she'd make you happy. It just didn't occur to me that you'd pull this shit." Daesung said calmly.

Meanwhile, you and Seunghyun were having a nice time. He almost made you forget about all your worries.

Almost.

His eyes were full of excitement as he told you stories about his life on set. He's been away for a long time shooting a movie and he was so elated to tell you about his trip and all.

"It's so fun hanging out and talking to you, Y/N!" He exclaimed happily as he held both of your hands. "I missed you so much! I wish I called you, but it's just too much to say over a phone call. Besides, I know Jiyong's a jealous man."

You chuckled and shook your head, not saying anything. He let go of your hands and said, "Hey, it's true! Don't just chuckle. He nearly punched me when he saw the two of us together laughing at something on tv. I know I'm hot, but I wouldn't steal my brother's girl. You know me, Y/N."

"I know. Don't worry about him." You said as you continued to eat your food. Seunghyun brought you to a restaurant that he kept raving about and he was right; the food was exquisite.

"Enough about me. How are you? How's marriage? How's motherhood? Forgive me for the multiple questions. It's just been a long time." He laughed.

You smiled, "I'm hangin' in there. Marriage is... okay, I guess. Motherhood is wonderful. Everyday, she keeps growing up looking like Jiyong. She's his carbon copy."

"Really?? Wow." Seunghyun grinned. "That must be so cute."

You nodded, pulling out your phone to show him updated pictures of Seo-yeon. He swiped through the pictures, his smile growing bigger as he looked through them. He sees a picture of Seo-yeon going down the slide with Jiyong and he nods.

"They have the same smile! Hell, they have the same face! I think it's unfair because you carried her for 9 months. I mean, it takes two to tango and you did the work. Why does she only look like Jiyong. Perhaps, you should make another kid." He joked as he gave you your phone back.

You shook your head, "i don't think so." He tilted his head out of curiosity.

"Something's wrong. Tell me." He said without missing a beat. You sighed heavily. You finally let everything out. You looked at him the whole time and saw his expressions. It fluctuated from shocked, sad, angry, confused, and disappointed.

"I-I can't believe him!" Seunghyun exclaimed. He shook his head in disappointment. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You weren't the one who was cheating and lying." You gave him a small smile.

"Did you sign the papers?" He asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention. You shook your head. He nodded with pursed lips. "So, what'll happen now?" He questioned.

You could only shrug.

--

It's been a week since your hang out with Seunghyun and it's been a week since Daesung's confrontation with Jiyong. Neither of them have spoken to him too. Word reached Taeyang and he chose to ignore Jiyong too. Like clockwork, you did your usual routine and brought Seo-yeon to school while Jiyong was asleep. When you came back, he was about to leave for practice.

Both of you stared at each other.

He saw your disheveled look and tired eyes. You saw his stressed out face. Both of you stood there for what seemed like forever. He was the first one to break the gaze, just like how he was the first one to break your marriage.

"Um, I'm off to practice." He said in a quiet voice. He and Daesung never told you about the confrontation. You still didn't know about it and it should remain that way. Daesung didn't want you to stress over it. Besides, it was his choice to confront your sorry excuse of a husband.

"Okay. Will you make it in time for Seo-yeon's presentation? You're her show pony for show and tell today." You told him.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'll make it in time." You walked further in the apartment and he walked past you.

He stopped in his tracks and watched as you wordlessly cleaned up around the house. He didn't know what was going on with him when he called out your name. You turned around and looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you and looked for the right words to say.

I'm sorry.

I'm an asshole. I'm sorry.

I'll make everything right this time. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for breaking your heart time and time again.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

Let's go back to normal again. Forget about everything. I'm sorry.

He never said those words. He chickened out. He gulped, "Um, don't worry about dinner. I'll take Seo-yeon out for dinner. You can come join us."

You shook your head, "It seems like you already planned it with only Seo-yeon in mind. You don't have to force yourself to make me join you. We both know she likes you best. It's okay. I'm used to being alone. I've been in this relationship alone since the beginning, right? Don't worry about me."

You turned back to what you were doing and he felt like he was slapped in the face and stabbed in his chest. He was far too stubborn and prideful to acknowledge that, though.

"Okay. Sorry." With that, he left.

You sighed to yourself as you sat down on the couch and cried. You cried for what seemed like hours. You stopped crying when you heard a knock on the door. You wiped your tears, confused. You weren't expecting anyone to show up.

"Um, who is it?" You called out as you stood from the couch.

"Y/N, honey, it's me! Please open the door. I thought I'd drop by to see you. We haven't seen each other in a long time!"

Oh shit.

Jiyong's mom.

You panicked. You quickly fixed your face before opening the door.

"Eomma!" You greeted as you pulled her into a hug. She hugged back before you led her inside and closed the door.

She looked at you and her smile disappeared. "What's wrong? You're sad. What did my son do?"

What did my son do?

Those five words echoed in your head. You stared at her as tears welled up your eyes.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" She asked, concerned.

You shook your head, "No."

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

"He's had multiple affairs and he wants a divorce. We've been sleeping in separate rooms for a while now. He wants to be with his new mistress." You cried. Saying it out loud made your stomach churn. You never planned it to tell her, but the universe was funny like that.

She comforted you the whole night and she even cooked for you. She wished she could take your pain away and for once, she felt ashamed to be his mother. She didn't want to be associated with a cheater. He wrecked his own family, after all.

-

Jiyong and Seo-yeon were happily eating at a nearby samgyeopsal place. Jiyong was grilling while Seo-yeon talked about her day and how happy she was that Jiyong performed in her classroom. He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

He placed the cooked pork on her plate and watched as she happily ate. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to what you and Daesung said. Was it true that Seo-yeon preferred him over you? He guessed now was the time to discuss it.

"Princess, I have a question."

"Hmm?" She looked up at him with innocent eyes that resembled his.

"Your uncle Daesung said something to me last time. He said that you told your eomma that you like me more. Is that true?" He asked in a soft voice, gently pushing away her hair out of her face.

"Yes." She nodded. "I love eomma, but she's not fun. She's also really sad now. When I see her sad, I get sad too because I can't play around if she's sad."

How did he... raise such an insensitive daughter? He never wanted her to be that way.

"Uncle Daesung always picks me up and he's funny, but when we get home, she's sad in the living room. I don't like that, so I walk away from her." She shrugged like it was nothing.

"Seo-yeon." Jiyong said sternly. "That's not nice. She's still your eomma. If she's sad, just make her smile."

"I'm also sick of her cooking." She made a funny face.

Jiyong sighed, "Seo-yeon, your eomma cooks good food. If you don't try to fix things with your eomma, no new toys, no new clothes and no new shoes for you."

"Okay." Seo-yeon said half-heartedly. She was only six years old, after all. Both of them continued to eat.

Jiyong's mom stayed with you until they got back. Jiyong was surpised to say the least. Seo-yeon greeted her grandma and asked her to tuck her in. When they went to her room, Jiyong followed you to the kitchen.

"When did she get here?"

"After you left."

He nodded. "Why?"

"She wanted to see me. Unfortunately, I was busy crying, so when I opened the door, she saw my puffy eyes." You said casually, as you cleaned up.

"Did you say anything?" He asked, arms crossed.

"I wasn't going to, but she saw through me." You said, done washing dishes.

"So you told her." He stated, nodding to himself.

"And what about it?" His mom butted in. Both of you turned to her and she gave Jiyong a cold look. She walked towards him until she was right in front of him.

"You think having a mistress is cool? You think it's nice? Fame completely changed you, son. I don't know who you are anymore."

"Eom-"

Slap.

Jiyong looked at his mother with wide eyes as he clutched his, now, red cheek. Your jaw dropped in surprise. His mother's face didn't change at all.

"I'm ashamed to be your mother right now. Please don't call me."

Just like that, she left.

-

A/N: eyyyy hope you guys liked part 3. the next part will be available soon x. thank you for your patience!

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[wcnderlnds]

sober ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: seunghyun's way to deal with your breakup is to drink his feelings away so you have to come and save him from himself ・❥・word count: 1.7k ・❥・warnings: alcohol consumption, angst. ・❥・ authors note: this is track six for the MADE event which you can find here. i mostly focused on seunghyun's verse. i also haven't proofread because headache but <3

The breakup had happened barely three weeks ago. Everyone said with time it would get better but when would that happen? Everyday Seunghyun woke up with a weight in his chest, feeling like something was missing. It felt like there was a hole in his head, like he would never be whole again. He’d heard all the stories about how much heartbreak sucked, the pain that came with it but he had never believed it until the day you had left. Waking up to the empty space beside him in bed every morning brought a fresh wave of pain. It felt like he was drowning with no way to reach the surface.

Seunghyun had known you practically his whole life. It had started out as an innocent friendship but as the years passed by and you grew older, it blossomed into something more. Love was messy and complicated but with you it had always felt easy. Seunghyun thought you were the most beautiful person inside and out. Nobody had ever captured his heart like you had. Every smile in his direction, every laugh that was just for him, the way you had looked at him like he was the only person in the world – it made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Then the breakup happened.

His whole life had been falling apart and no matter how much you tried to be there for him, he had done the one thing he shouldn’t have and pushed you away. He hadn’t wanted to drag you down with him but in turn he had ended up losing you completely. The day you had broke up with him had been the worst day of his life. He had lost the one good thing in his life and blamed himself entirely.

Seunghyun knew it wasn’t the best way to deal with it but drinking numbed the pain. It was better than being sober because at least then he wasn’t haunted by his thoughts. Most of the time he opted to drink at home, having a few glasses of wine – TSpot, of course – just enough so he didn’t have to think about you. Not that really helped. You were always on his mind, it just made him feel lighter. Today, however, he had called Jiyong and asked if he wanted to go to their favourite bar. Never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with his best friend, Jiyong had immediately agreed.

So, that’s where they were. Sat at the bar, four shots in. Well, Seunghyun was. Jiyong had given up after two opting to move to beer instead. Seunghyun had ordered himself another couple of shots, downing them one after the other, his words slurred with every word he spoke. Jiyong sighed, patting his friend on the back as he talked about you. There was only one person who could help now. Jiyong excused himself for a moment to make the one phone call he had tried to avoid making.

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It hadn’t been any easier on you. Leaving Seunghyun had been the single, hardest decision you’d ever made but there came a point where you had to put yourself first. No matter how hard you had tried, Seunghyun had kept shutting you out whether he realised it or not. The walls he’d built around himself were too strong, he was too scared of letting people in but you’d always assumed you’d be an exception to that. You were wrong. It got to a point where you couldn’t do it anymore even as much as you wanted to. Feeling like you couldn’t help the person you loved the most was one of the hardest, most painful things to go through. You felt useless because there wasn’t anything you could do. Nobody wanted to feel useless. It didn’t help that at that point, there wasn’t even much of a relationship. There were no date nights, no intimacy – Seunghyun had closed in on himself, not wanting to do anything with anyone. So, you had made the painful decision to end things. He had to fix himself first before your relationship could be fixed.

Your way of coping with losing your person was to cry yourself to sleep every night. Not that you got much sleep, it was hard to really sleep without Seunghyun by your side. He had been your comfort, your home for so long and now you didn’t have that, it felt like nothing had any meaning. But, you had to keep going on, no matter how hard it was. Even when Seunghyun had text you, called you, left you voicemails. That made it harder because you wanted to reach out, to tell him everything would be okay but you couldn’t. It was only when you got that call from Jiyong did you finally cave.

Seunghyun needed you.

As you stepped into the bar, the stench of alcohol and smoke hitting your senses, you scanned around the room to find Seunghyun hunched over at the bar, downing yet another shot. You sighed, feeling your heart skip a beat in your chest. Seeing him like this, so broken, so defeated; it broke your heart even more if that was possible. Your feet carried you towards him, silently sitting in the stool next to him. He turned his head slowly to face you, a stupid smile on his face, eyes glazed over.

“Jiyong, you’ve changed,” he giggled, laughing at his own joke. It took him a moment to really focus on you and when he did, his eyes widened, body stiffening. Were you really there or was he imagining you? It wouldn’t be the first time. He tried to act cool, his head resting on the hand that was propped up by his elbow on the bar.

“Seunghyun,” you spoke gently. Your hand reached out, hovering over his free one but you pulled back. “What are you doing?”

“Drinking,” he replied back shortly. 

“I can see that,” your eyes scanned across the shot glasses scattered in front of him. 

“Hmm,” he hummed. As he reached out to grab the one shot he had left, you moved quicker, grabbing it before he could and pulling it away from him. He pouted at you, his lower lip jutting out like a child. “Hey, I was going to drink that. Don’t be mean.”

“I think you’ve had enough, baby.” It had slipped out before you could stop yourself. Seunghyun instantly straightened, turning away from you.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t call me that when you don’t even love me anymore.”

You frowned, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Seunghyun, I still love you. I love you so much.”

“Then why did you leave me?” He asked quietly. The way he sounded so sad and defeated made the first tear fall from your eyes. When he turned again to face you and saw it, he reached out with the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.

“You wouldn’t let me in. You pushed me away and I didn’t know what to do anymore. It was never a question about loving you. I’m always going to love you but I can’t show you that if you don’t let me,” you closed your eyes at the feeling of his touch. It had only been three weeks but you had missed it so damn much.

“I know.”

The silence lingered between you, the air thick with tension and all the unspoken words that neither of you could bring yourself to say. It was hard not to throw your arms around him at that moment. The way his eyes looked at you so soft, gentle like you were the most precious thing in the world. Your felt your heart rate quicken as he cupped your cheek, resisting the urge to lean into his touch but you couldn’t. You pressed your cheek against his palm, selfishly revelling in the way his skin felt against yours.

“Why are you drinking?” You asked gently.

“So I don’t have to think about you,” he pulled his hand away from you, looking down at the floor. “If I’m drinking then I don’t have to realise how badly I messed up, that I lost the one good thing I had.”

“Seunghyun,” you sighed. This time you did reach out to take his hand in yours. “I know it hurts. It hurts me too but what hurts the most is seeing you like this. Things are hard, I know but this isn’t you. You’re strong, you’re determined and… you can get through this. I’m not just talking about the breakup, I’m talking about everything else.”

“Yeah, not so sure about that,” he mumbled under his breath but you caught it.

You stood up, tugging at his hand to pull him up to his feet, too. Jiyong, who had been sitting away from you both to give you a moment, rushed over to help you. Each other you threw one of Seunghyun’s arms over your shoulders to help him stand because there was no way he could walk on his own two feet. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Seunghyun didn’t even protest, instead he nuzzled his head into your neck, closing his eyes. You had never been more thankful for Jiyong in that moment as he helped pull Seunghyun into the cab. He had asked you if you wanted him to come with you but you shook your head, telling him you’d be fine and you’d call him in the morning to let him know how things were. 

“You’re still so beautiful,” Seunghyun mumbled drunkenly as you helped him back into his apartment. Without Jiyong, it took you twice as long but you managed to drag him into his bedroom, placing him down on his bed. He laid back, allowing you to pull off his shoes. He was mumbling to himself but you didn’t quite catch it. When you were finished making him more comfortable, you were about to leave but he reached out, grabbing your wrist. “Stay with me?”

The pleading look in his eyes was too hard to refuse so you nodded your head, climbing onto the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around you, sighing contently as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you. Don’t leave me.”

“Let's talk in the morning when you’re sober, okay?”

Seunghyun drifted off to sleep quickly and, unsurprisingly, so did you. It was the first sleep you’d got in three weeks and it was all because you had your person. Maybe, just maybe you really would be able to fix this.

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[gds-daisy]

stuck by the glue

summary: the one where jiyong makes sure you’re okay when you’re sick

warning: graphic depictions of sickness, jiyong literally being the best husband known to man, fluff.

a/n: i started writing this when i was literally dying from my illness a month ago HELPPPP

You felt like hell on earth. On your day off of all days.

At first it started with a headache, but now it had been several days and the pain was still present in your temples. That wasn’t the only thing though. A few more symptoms had manifested—signs of a cold, a gnarly one at that. You had developed a nasty cough that made you feel like razor blades were attacking your throat and a stuffy nose that made you feel like you were underwater. The coughing was the worst bit. Not only did it give you a sore throat, but it also made your headache that much worse. You were suffering and there was barely anything you could do about it.

You had taken the bitter cough medicine that you absolutely despised and used your prescribed albuterol inhaler when your cough would flare up significantly. None of it worked. You felt like a prisoner in your own body and you felt hopeless. How long would this last? A few days? A week and a half? You had no idea. The only thing you could do right now was hope for the best as your body was currently strewn across the bed, used tissues alongside you. To make matters worse, your husband Jiyong was currently at the studio, recording a song for his new album. You yearned for his presence and would do anything to have him here right now. If he would’ve known you would get sick so quickly after he had left in the morning, he would’ve taken the entire day off to nurse you back to health. That’s what you loved about him. He was so loving and doting toward you in every sense of the word, which there was no denying.

All of a sudden, you could feel your airways become more tight as they were trying to take in more air. You quickly grabbed your inhaler from your bedside table, shaking it vigorously before taking a puff from it. You finally exhale and feel your breathing return to its previous state. Not for long you presumed. You groaned as you rolled around in bed, now throwing the soft blanket over your chilly body. You had accepted defeat at this point and the only thing you could think of was getting some rest. Not only was your body tired, but also your mind. You needed peace.

With each passing second, you found it harder to remain awake. Slowly but surely, your eyes began to close, an indication of just how run down you had become. Your eyes were now completely closed and you had dozed off entirely. If you had waited a few more minutes before going to sleep, you would’ve heard the buzzing noises emitting from your phone.

It was Jiyong.

Jiyong was worried beyond belief. He had been calling you over and over again with no such luck of reaching you. This wasn’t like you at all. You never let his calls go to voicemail. He was already a chronic overthinker and this wasn’t helping. He knew something was wrong. Or maybe he was reading too much into it? Either way, his mind wouldn’t let him rest until he knew what was going on. Today was a big day on set of filming his new music video and he knew productivity was important, but you were even more important. This could wait.

He had gone out to the set to announce the news that he would have to leave early. He was the creative genius after all. It probably wouldn’t sit well with most, which he felt bad about, but he wouldn’t be at his best with his mind racing like this.

“Attention everybody! Unfortunately a personal matter has risen that needs my immediate attention. We’ll have to postpone the shoot until further notice,” he shamefully admits to the entire cast. He could see the disappointment on their faces and it killed him. They shared the same passion he did when it came to the filming process. Jiyong could see that through their eagerness.

The entire crew bowed down out of courtesy for him to which he returned the favor. Even though they were somewhat bummed out right now, they understood that he was a human being just like them. With that, he starts walking briskly towards the exit, exhaling sharply as he does so. Before he knows it, he reaches the exit and opens the door before making his way out. He's met with the sight of his personal car parked in the street. Usually, his chauffeur was the one to pick him up from shoots, but he was currently occupied at the moment.

He wastes no more time before hopping into his car, starting the ignition as he does so. His concern was growing by the second and he couldn't stand another second of it. What if you were purposely ignoring him? What if he had upset you unintentionally? There were too many other "what if's" that came to his mind. His creative, overthinking mind. He wouldn't be at ease until he knew the reason why you were letting his calls go to voicemail. He prayed you were still at home because if you weren't, he would be in agony not knowing for hours if you were mad or not. The man was dying to know for sure.

Finally, he backs the car up, attempting to get out of the parallel parking job he had done. Luckily, there were no cars behind him, which was a surprise to him, but a good one nevertheless. He manages to back up far enough to have enough room to make a swing a sharp left, now driving like a madman.

The 20 minute drive from the studio to your guys' house seemed like ages to Jiyong. He had definitely broken multiple traffic laws along the way, but he couldn't care less about that. His main concern was you. He was now rushing out of his car, not even bothering to lock it in the process. Jiyong noticed that your car was still here, which was a relief to him because if you were actually upset with him, he would be able to smooth things out between you sooner rather than later.

He reaches the front door before instantly swinging it open. Once he steps foot inside the house, he surveys the area like he was some sort of wildlife expert. After a while of looking around with no triumph in locating you, he finally makes his way to your guys' bedroom. When he gets close enough, he notices that the door is slightly creaked open. He reaches his hand out, now pushing the door further back. The sight he's met with is distressful. There you were, strewn out on the bed with an army of tissues surrounding your unconscious body. Next to all those tissues were your inhaler and cough medicine. That's what concerned him.

You had been prescribed an inhaler a few months back due to respiratory issues that had arisen with the change in weather. However, it didn't feel like seasonal allergies. This was something different, even now. The doctor said to only use the inhaler when it was absolutely necessary. This wave of sickness was one of those times.

Even though Jiyong was relieved that his overthinking had been all for nothing, he still hated this. He hated knowing that this was your day off and you couldn't even spend it like you wanted to. He hated that you had to rely on all this medicine that probably didn't help all that much. He hated knowing you were in agony even if you were sleeping at the moment.

Jiyong inches closer to the bed before he sits next to you, the bed dipping a bit underneath in response. He took that moment to run his fingers through your messy hair, feeling a sense of guilt that he wasn't here sooner. At the same time however, he was just glad he could take the day off if it meant taking care of you.

Suddenly, he feels your body shift ever so slightly, which he was alerted to instantly. You roll over a few times in your sleep and before the two of you know it, your eyes flutter open. Your vision was a bit blurry at first, a result of opening your eyes a bit too quickly. Despite this, you could feel a hand nestled in your hair. Luckily, your vision was becoming more focused by the second. You didn't need your vision to know that it was your doting husband, your Jiyong.

"Hi jagiya, welcome back," he says with his adoring smile and his smoother-than-honey voice.

"What are you doing here Ji? I thought you were at your shoot," you question him.

"I was, but when you weren't answering my calls, I got worried and rushed over here as soon as I could," Jiyong answers honestly, his eyes still full of sorrow.

You felt your eyes prick at his words, feeling guilty as all hell. How could you allow this to happen? You made this doting man leave his shoot over you. You should've texted him sooner saying you were sick so this entire situation could be avoided in the first place. You felt even more horrible than you did before you woke up, but not physically. It was your emotions that had made you feel this way.

Like some sick joke, your body betrays you and now your eyes are flooding with streams of tears. "I-I'm sorry Ji. I made you all worried for n-nothing," your voice shaking in between audible sobs.

His hand, which was still tangled in between your locks of hair, found its way to your face, now cradling it. "Shh shh...it's okay, aein. You didn't make me do anything. I wanted to. I wanted to make sure you were okay," Jiyong coos, trying his best to reassure you.

"But your shoot-" you blurt.

"That can wait. You're my number one priority and you always will be," he says, his fingers wiping away your tears as best as possible.

"How did I get someone like you, Ji?" you ask.

"I should be asking myself the same question, jagi. But none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that we have each other," he says adoringly. "I'm going to take care of you until you're all better, I promise you that."

He moves his face closer to yours, his lips hovering over yours for a split second, but not for long. Before you know it, he presses his lips against yours and the whole world seems to fade for you. The kiss was filled with devotion and tenderness, the soft kind. Jiyong wanted to make sure you know how far he would go to fulfill his promise of taking care of you, through sickness and health. And that's exactly what this kiss was. A vow of his commitment. To you.

The kiss is finally broken before the two of you know it and all you can do is stare at his angelic face in awe. His eyes had softened and his smile grew even bigger. This man was the love of your life and you knew that for a fact. He was eternally yours and you were eternally his.

"You best hope you don't get sick from me," you say jokingly.

"It'll be worth it if I get to spend time with you, aein. Besides, you already made me sick...lovesick," he says with the cheesiest grin you have ever seen on ones face.

"You're a dork, Ji," you say before playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

[emmiesoverthemoon]

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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Why Can’t I Have You? | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 2ND

Summary: You and Jiyong are friends, but there’s always been just a little bit more there. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: None! Author’s Note: Hello! This is day two of the Bigbang April Challenge, I hope you all enjoy!

There were things that you and Jiyong said or the way you would act towards each other that always left people wondering if you were more than what you said you were. Had there been times over the years that your heart had beat for him? Absolutely. He was your best friend though, nothing more, nothing less. No matter how much you’d wanted that to change over the years, he didn’t see you that way. At least that’s what you thought.

The two of you were currently sitting next to each other at some event, you weren’t sure what it was as they had all blended together over the years. His arm was wrapped loosely around you and you were resting your head on his shoulder, watching the party happen around you. He was laughing at something Steve had said, your body shaking as he laughed. 

“You good? You look tired.” Jiyong had turned his head slightly, looking down at you. 

“Maybe a little tired.” Your eyes met his and he smiled at you. 

“I won’t keep you, you guys have a good night!” Steve waved a silent goodbye, heading off towards his next victim.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Jiyong removed his arm from around your shoulder and helped you to your feet.

You didn’t protest as you gathered your things. Once he’d set his mind to something there was no stopping him, even if that something was taking your ass home. At least you weren’t drunk tonight, and neither was he. A quiet night at home with your best friend was exactly what you needed right now.

He led you through the party, you both stopping to say bye to your respective friends and bandmates before heading to his car.  The ride was silent, his free hand resting on your thigh, your hand on top of his. Nothing but the low sound of the car radio filled the air. You’d always enjoyed how comfortable you two could sit in silence together. You’d known him so long at this point, you wondered if there would ever be anything awkward between you. Not that you wanted to test that by telling him how you felt. 

Once you were safely back at your place, Jiyong followed you inside and headed towards the kitchen. He’d always felt at home at your place, one of the many reasons he’d loved coming here. Your house was cozy, warm, and familiar. His was missing that touch of you he loved so much about being here, which was why he’d always opted to hang out at your place. He set a kettle on the stove, boiling some water so he could make you both some tea while you went to your room to change. 

A few minutes later, the tea was ready and you were heading towards the kitchen, handing Jiyong a pair of sweatpants, because of course he kept clothes at your house. He took the pants, placed a kiss on your forehead and headed toward your room to change, emerging a few minutes later more dressed down. Just the way you liked him. 

Grabbing your tea, you made your way to the living room, Jiyong sitting down and pulling you into his side. For two people who weren’t a couple, you sure didn’t know what personal space was. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really quiet tonight.” Jiyong asked, taking a sip of his tea. 

“Yeah, rehearsals were just a lot today and the event on top of it just made me exhausted.” You gave him a reassuring smile before checking your phone. Letting out a snort as you read the text you'd just received from Daesung.

Party is so lame without you both. Can I come over, or are you making out?

“What?” He craned his neck looking at your phone. “Tell him to stop being weird and come over.” 

“He’ll be here in twenty but he says if we kiss he’s out.” You rolled your eyes.

As the maknae of Jiyong’s group, he was always the most vocal about whatever was going on between you two. He was Jiyong’s friend too, but he didn’t kiss his forehead every day, or sit on his lap. It had never bothered either of you, if anything it just encouraged you both to sit closer, Jiyong pulling you to him as if you were his anchor and if he let you go he’d float away. 

As you put your phone down, Jiyong moved, stretching out on the couch and pulling you into him, you were practically laying on top of him on your small couch when Daesung entered a few minutes later. He took one look at the both of you and shook his head before sitting in the armchair further away from the couch.

“I don’t understand how you two find this normal.” He reached over taking a sip of tea from your cup and you raised a brow.

“We’re just laying here, Dae. Nothing weird about that.” Jiyong answered before you could, his arm moving to wrap around you. 

“Yeah, ok.” He looked at Jiyong’s arm, making a face before turning towards the tv. 

Jiyong’s arm ran up and down your back softly, your eyes slipping closed at his touch. As if your body was reacting on instinct, you snuggled into him even closer, his arm pulling you towards him and you reached up, planting a trail of soft kisses on his neck. He stiffened underneath you and your eyes popped open, meeting his. Confusion wide in his eyes, but something else was there too - lust, maybe? You shrugged an apology and he relaxed again, his arm running down your back again. 

You both suddenly wished Daesung wasn’t there, but maybe it was good he was. You’d never crossed the line between friendship and more before. Everything had always been friendly, but as his hand lowered to rest on your ass, you knew something was changing. Maybe Daesung had been right and there was nothing normal about your friendship, but you weren’t going to test that tonight with him sitting a few feet away from you. You turned your attention back to the movie, trying really hard to not pay attention to the man beneath you. You’d cuddled like this a million times, this really shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

As the movie came to an end, you could feel your eyes growing heavy and you snuggled in closer to Jiyong, fully prepared to stay on the couch for the rest of the night. He let out a low chuckle, his arms tightening around you as he sat up. Before you could ask what he was doing, he was standing with you in his arms. Thankfully Daesung had fallen asleep and wouldn’t be awake to pass any more judgment. 

Jiyong smirked at you as he carried you to your bedroom and threw you down on the bed. Well, at least something had stayed the same that night. You both were under the covers and wrapped up in each other's arms a few minutes later, your faces inches apart. Something that was so normal but now felt so different. Something had changed on that couch when you’d kissed his neck, you could both feel it. Jiyong would be lying if he said he didn’t want that to happen again - but he should probably figure out what you wanted before moving forward with anything else.

“What was that back there?” He raised a brow at you.

“Oh. I was daydreaming and forgot I was with you.” You lied. He chuckled at your answer, his hand moving up to cup your cheek.

“So, it meant nothing?” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over yours, so close they were almost touching. You swallowed and shook your head. 

“Nope.” You lied again, your lips brushing his as you spoke and you had to force yourself to not react to him. 

“Liar.” He smirked.

Without a second thought, he closed the distance between you two. Your hands snaked around his neck as you poked your tongue out, giving his lips a gentle lick, begging for access. He parted his lips, your tongues meeting in a frenzy and you let out a soft moan. He tasted of menthol and mint, two things you’d never really cared for but were now suddenly your favorite thing. Of all the years you two had been friends you’d never kissed, why it was happening tonight you didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining. 

Breaking the kiss before it went any further, Jiyong pulled back just slightly, your eyes locking. You two stayed that way for awhile, just silently staring at each other, processing the moment you’d just shared. You broke first, letting out a giggle, covering your mouth to keep yourself as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake your friend in the other room. Jiyong’s laughter followed your own and he held you closer as you both shook with laughter. Everything had changed and yet were very much the same. 

Neither of you really knew what the kiss meant, and maybe one day you’d talk about it. But for now you were more than content to continue on with your friendship. If this meant you were both now open to kissing, well, you weren’t going to say no. You knew Jiyong wasn’t ready for a relationship and you’d never push him into that. You both had plenty of time to figure everything else out later. 

“Daesung can’t know.” Jiyong finally spoke, causing you to laugh again. 

“We’ll kiss in secret from here on out. He won’t suspect a thing.” 

“You want to kiss me again?” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

Jiyong smiled his traditional toothy grin, rolling onto his back and pulling you towards him. He knew it was a bad idea, crossing this line with you. You were his best friend, the only person he really enjoyed hanging out with outside his brothers and this would more than likely ruin everything. The problem was, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop now that it had started. Maybe one day he’d be ready for something more with you - he loved you, afterall, he just couldn’t tell you that right now. He pulled you closer to him, never wanting to let you go and watched you drift off to sleep. This was exactly where he wanted to be right now, he’d figure out the rest later and try not to lose you in the process.

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