#kwon ji-yong x reader

[petersasteria]

No Way (4) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce. WC: 3755 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || gd masterlist

The silence after Jiyong's mom left your apartment was palpable. With his face still stinging and your eyes red and puffy, you looked at each other in silence. Jiyong knew that words couldn't fix everything, so he chose to be quiet. There were many things running through his head and you wished you knew what he was thinking about. God, you wished you knew.

Was he guilty?

Was he sorry about it?

Was he thinking of you and your family?

Was he thinking of her?

Jiyong stared at you and he wanted to know what you were thinking. Ever since this whole thing, he didn't know how to read you anymore and it scared him. He used to know how every furrowed brow is different, what every smile meant, when you felt tired, and now, he's lost. The spark in you has left and he knew it was his fault, but he didn't understand why he did what he did.

Eventually, you broke the silence.

"I'll go get you some ice." You whispered before making your way to the fridge to retrieve the ice pack you kept in the freezer.

Jiyong didn't know a lot of things, but he knew one thing: that ice pack is a symbol of the coldness he's about to receive from you.

Symbolisms were reoccurring things in your relationship with Jiyong. Specifically, 11:11. He didn't believe in it at first. He just thought Youngbae was being so sickly romantic about it.

"Just make a wish when you stumble upon it. I swear! It'll change your life." Youngbae happily said as he closed his eyes to make a wish.

"How does that even work? You just-"

"Shh, I'm wishing." Youngbae said with eyes closed. Jiyong rolled his eyes and waited for him to finish. Youngbae looked at him and said, "Just make a wish, but don't tell anyone or else it won't come true."

"You guys talking about 11:11, huh? My best friend Y/N told me the same thing. I thought she was going crazy!" Daesung laughed. "Maybe she's right."

"Are you guys just saying this because it's 2011? Or is this actually a thing?" Jiyong raised a brow in suspicion. He had never heard of this 11:11 nonsense.

"It's actually a thing." Daesung and Youngbae said at the same time. Seunghyun heard the whole thing and snickered, "Just wish for a girlfriend and if you get one, then you'll know it's true."

The next time Jiyong stumbled upon 11:11, he muttered, "Let's try this shit out, I guess." He wished for a girlfriend over and over until 11:12 rolled around. He looked at his watch and shrugged. There was no harm in trying, right?

To his surprise, his wish came true. He had a slew of girlfriends, but the relationship never really lasted long. Jiyong kept wishing and wishing and when his last girlfriend broke up with him before 2012 ended, he decided enough was enough. Or so he thought.

Daesung had invited the guys to your year-end party that was held at your childhood home. Being the introvert that he is, he knew he wanted the guys to go with him. Besides, it gave him a chance to introduce you to them.

When all of you were introduced, you were whisked away by your other friends, dragging Daesung with you. The guys sat on the couch and helped themselves with the snacks on the coffee table. At one point, Daesung joined them, his social battery already drained before midnight.

Jiyong got up from his seat on the couch and said, "I need some air." The other guys nodded and he went out to the balcony and breathed the cool night air. He looked out and realized you may be the luckiest girl to grow up in such a rich neighborhood. The view was amazing and he was sure you felt like a princess living in a palace.

He glanced at his phone and he snickered to himself. Of course, it was 11:11. He sighed to himself and wished that the next girl he sees is the girl he's going to marry. Just as he finished wishing, you stumbled outside and smiled. "There you are!" You said cheerfully.

He looked at you and he never really got to see you properly. Now that he was staring, he found you beautiful. He didn't know why Daesung didn't introduce you immediately, but if he were in Daesung's shoes, he would've done the same thing and gatekept you for a little while longer.

"The guys are looking for you. Besides, it's time to get settled. It'll be midnight soon. If you don't leave the balcony, I'm afraid we won't see you until next year." You joked and he chuckled, looking at the ground.

"I'll be right there." He replied. You nodded at him before leaving. He looked up at the sky and said, "Universe, you answer my wishes real quick."

11:11 had been a staple in your relationship. It was your lucky time.

It was summer of 2013, on 11:11, when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were both at a beach and he gave you a pretty seashell. "This seashell is as pretty as you." He said as he handed it to you. You blushed and thanked him. "But I think you'd be prettier in my arms. Will you be my girlfriend?" He was tremendously nervous, but all his nerves went away when you pulled him into a deep kiss. "Does that answer your question?" You asked playfully as he gave you a gummy smile and kissed you again.

He proposed on 11:11 too. It was your 5th anniversary as a couple and he was so happy that both of you lasted so long. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were so happy.

Since every milestone in your relationship happened on 11:11, you decided to get married on, well, 11.11. It was a beautiful wedding with motifs of white and blue. It was truly magical.

11:11 was such a special hour. You gave birth on 11:11 too. It was the best wish you and Jiyong received (aside from each other, of course). You didn't know what happened after that, but everything started falling apart.

He came home at 11:11 PM, smelling like another woman's perfume and you knew everything was broken.

Jiyong glanced at the clock and it read 11:11. You handed him the ice pack and said, "I'm going to sleep."

"Make a wish before you sleep. It's 11:11." He said softly as he placed the ice pack on his cheek. You smiled sadly and said, "I stopped believing in that the moment you first went home smelling like another woman's perfume, but thanks for the consideration. Good night."

You left and he frowned.

-

It had been days since that moment and here he was backstage at BigBang's comeback concert. The guys were avoiding him, but not so much that staff would be suspicious about it. If you asked him, he thought the guys were Oscar-winning actors for the stunt they're pulling.

Seunghyun was trying so hard to keep a conversation with him because he knew he needed chemistry with him for Zutter.

Youngbae was fuming. He had been quiet since the whole debacle, but he wanted to say a bunch of shit. He was just waiting for the right time.

Daesung had nothing to say. He said everything he wanted to say that day at your apartment while you were out with Seunghyun. When Jiyong tapped his shoulder, all he said was, "I have nothing to say to you." Jiyong never tried again after that.

You were at home, crying your eyes out as you read through the divorce papers Jiyong gave you months ago. Seo-yeon was staying at Jiyong's parents' house as you sorted everything out. You moved some of your things at Daesung's place because you knew you had to stay somewhere after the divorce. You didn't want to stay at your shared apartment.

Fate was funny, especially when truth and karma joins in. Everything happened all at once and in a twist, it all happened at a certain hour:

Jiyong's mistress was browsing through her pictures to post on Instagram and by mistake, she clicks on her risqué selfie with Jiyong and posts it on her Instagram along with her recent vacation photos. She wouldn't know her mistake until minutes later.

Jiyong and the guys thanked the fans for coming to their concert. They all faked a smile at each other and gave each other a hug before bowing to their fans. They all left the stage after that.

After staring at Jiyong's contact for an hour, you wiped your tears and texted: I'm signing the papers.

When Jiyong checked his phone at 11:15, his heart dropped because of two things: he read your text and his mistress' photos go viral because of her mishap. He heard multiple pings behind him as he stopped walking and he knew that it now reached the guys.

Seunghyun walked up behind him and gave him a pat on the back, "Congrats! Everyone knows that you're an idiot now."

Youngbae walked past him and said, "I'm so fucking happy right now."

"~Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not?~" Daesung smugly sang as he walked a little slower, looking at Jiyong dead in the eyes as he sang the last line. He snickered before shaking his head, leaving Jiyong behind.

Jiyong felt nauseous. His head was spinning and the whole venue felt stuffy. He was panicking and he didn't know what to do. Just as his vision blurred with tears, his phone rang: it's his mistress.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Jiyong shouted through the phone. "Why did you do that? Did you know how much you just jeopardized my career?!"

"Whoa, look, I'm sorry. If you ask me, you ruined your career the second you cheated on your wife! I'm not the bad guy here!" She argued through the phone.

"You don't get to pretend you're a good person now. You actively went after me too and you knew I was married. You had the choice to say no, but you didn't. You're just as bad as I am." Jiyong seethed as angry tears stream down his face. His face was red and the staff made sure to stay out of his way as he started walking to the dressing room.

The three guys heard everything from their shared dressing room and they all snickered. "He deserved it." Daesung said.

"True." Youngbae nodded. "What's Y/N up to?"

Daesung shrugged, "She never replied. I'm guessing she's asleep now."

You weren't.

You saw the post.

You saw the comments.

You were numb.

You didn't want to face anyone, so you turned off your phone and curled up in bed. You turned to face Jiyong's side of the bed and sighed as nw tears streamed down your face. "Why did we have to end up this way?" You whispered and cried to yourself. You never expected your marriage to go south the way it did. You cried yourself to sleep and by the time Jiyong came home, his eyes were like yours. He wasn't even sure what he's crying about. He glanced at the door of your shared bedroom and stood outside for a while. He hesitated, but he reached for the doorknob and was surprised to see that it was unlocked; like it was left unlocked on purpose.

He opened the door and he saw your sleeping figure, hugging his pillow. He smiled sadly and went inside before closing the door behind him. He crouched down in front of your face and he gently brushed your hair away from your face. You stirred in your sleep and Jiyong froze. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him.

"You were always a light sleeper." He said softly.

"You cried." You stated. He nodded, "You did too."

Both of you stared at each other in silence. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, but you were so tired of crying. You've already been crying for months.

"I'm-" Jiyong started, his voice cracking a little bit. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Truly."

"That's all I wanted to hear, Ji." You croaked out as you cried in front of him. Seeing you like that made him cry too. He sat down on the bed as you sat up and looked at him. "You have no idea how long I've waited for an apology." You breathed.

"I'm sorry it took so long." Jiyong confessed. "I was just being prideful. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did, Y/N. There's no excuse."

You cried and nodded. He pulled you in for a tight hug as both of you cried. It was messed up; you were hurt by the man you love, but he was the only one who could comfort you. He kissed the top of your head and pulled away, "I really did love you. Please remember that. I was just being a dick. I know you've seen the post. It was everywhere, after all."

You could only nod.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"Ji, are you crying because you hurt me or are you crying because of your career?" You asked carefully, not knowing if he'll get angry.

"Both." He said, staring off into space. "I wish I never did what I did. I wish I just fixed it when you gave me he chance a few months ago. If I did, my career wouldn't end up like this."

You nodded slightly.

"I got your text, by the way." Jiyong said as he looked at you, eyes red and puffy. "Did you sign it?"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I know I said that I'd sign it, but I couldn't. It's so hard to do. This is the only love I've known, Ji. I can't afford to lose it."

"I think you should sign it, Y/N. You deserve to be happy; you deserve a do-over. I'm aware of the shitty things I did now, so please accept the freedom I'm willing to give you. You can break free from this marriage and I'm allowing you to."

"But I still love you, Ji." You whimpered. Tears streamed down Jiyong's cheeks once more and he said, "And I'll always love you. I'll always have love for you and I'll forever see you as my wife. It's never a question of whether you still love me or not. I just want you to get away from all this and start new and I'll always support you whether you want to get married to someone else or not. You just deserve to be happy after all this shit."

"Take your time, my love." He added.

The next day, you woke up to a quiet apartment. You found yourself snuggly tucked in bed and you guessed Jiyong tucked you in after crying yourself to sleep. You got up from bed, stretched, and walked out of your cold room. Your feet padded on the cold floor and you heard voices coming from Jiyong's office.

You quietly opened the door and saw Jiyong standing up, facing the window, not knowing you were watching. His left hand was clutching his phone which was raised on his ear while his right hand was on his hip. He looked ghostly. His face was pale, he was skinnier than usual, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were tired and puffy. He looked... awful. You had never seen your husband like that.

"So what do you suggest I do?" Jiyong asked, his voice hoarse. "I didn't even post that shit. It's all that girl's fault."

He paused before he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled with a loud huff, "No, I don't have contact with her anymore. I deleted her contact this morning, but before I deleted it, I asked her to take down the post and thankfully, she did. I know it doesn't fix anything because it's most likely everywhere at this point, but at least the source of it is deleted.... No, I broke it off with her already.... Y/N? Let's not talk about her. She's already hurting. I don't want her dragged around for this. I messed up big time, but she's still my wife. Even I'm not that cruel."

He turned his head and saw you standing by the door. He gave you a tight lipped smile, "Let's talk about this later. I have stuff to deal with right now. I think it's best if we just let it die down before I clear anything up.... Alright. Bye."

He hung up before he walked towards you, "I didn't know you were up."

"Yeah, I just woke up." You whispered and he nodded.

"I hope you're hungry. I cooked breakfast." He said softly as he walked past you with you trailing behind. When you reached the dining area, he motioned for you to sit down as he filled your plate with the food he cooked. "I, uh, I looked up a few recipes. I hope the seaweed soup I made is at least up to par." He said shyly, chuckling to himself. He laid down your plate in front of you and to his credit, it smelled good. You watched as he filled his plate and both of you sat down.

The food was surprisingly good. You ate in silence, neither of you wanted to address the elephant in the room. When he was done eating, he stared at you as you ate slowly.

"I bought us some ice cream. I'll go get it." He said before he rushed off to get it from the freezer. When he came back with ice cream, you were already finished eating.

As soon as both of you were done eating ice cream, Jiyong cleared the table and washed the plates. He even cleaned the table and filled your glass with water.

"If you need anything, just knock on my door. I'll just do damage control. Meanwhile, please don't go online." He pleaded.

"I never intended to." You said.

He nodded, "Good. Keep yourself busy." He turned and went straight to his office to make a few calls. You heard him shut the door and sighed before going to your room and packed a few of your things to send to Daesung's place.

Later that day, Jiyong issued an official apology to you, the boys, his management, and his fans. He told everything from the beginning; from when he first cheated until the most recent. If your Instagram notifications weren't going off before, they were now.

-

You signed the divorce papers three days later. When you did, Youngbae and Seunghyun decided to pick you up from your shared apartment. Jiyong watched as the guys took some of your things; the things that are already in boxes. They all glared at him and didn't say anything.

Well, at one point, Youngbae said, "You're not the man I grew up with. I truly hope I get to see him again, but I guess now isn't the time."

That stabbed Jiyong's heart.

When they were done, you and Jiyong stared at each other. "I hope you'll be happy. Daesung's place is pretty cozy." Jiyong said softly.

You nodded, "I hope you'll be happy as well. I know how hard you worked for your career to happen and I hope you don't lose the fire you have in you."

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. I wish things were different, truly." He smiled softly. "Best of wives and best of women."

You smiled at him as tears clouded your vision. "I wish things were different too. Thank you for everything."

You gave each other one last hug before you heard someone clear their throat. You both pulled away and saw Daesung leaning against the front door. "Wait downstairs, Y/N." He said coolly.

You nodded before glancing at Jiyong one last time and kissed his cheek. You grabbed your bag and walked past Daesung to go wait downstairs.

"Dae, you're here."

"Surprise." Daesung said in a low voice as he made his way towards Jiyong. "Congratulations on ruining your marriage, by the way. Here, I thought being stupid is just one thing, but you invented a new kind. It's obvious that you never thought anything through before that first mistake because you went and did it again and again. I thought songs were only stuck in replay, turns out mistakes can be in replay too."

"Daesung-"

"You just redefined what EVERYONE thought about you. Congratulations!"

"Hey, I sacrificed my career when I posted my apology! I sacrificed everything I worked hard for, Dae. Don't you realize that?!" Jiyong shouted.

Daesung scoffed, "Sacrifice? You don't know the meaning of that. Sacrifice is everything that Y/N did for you. She stayed married to you even after you asked for a divorce, she sacrificed her career to be a full time mother to Seo-yeon and a full time wife to you, she spent many nights alone in your bed because you were either on tour or fucking someone else in a hotel room, she sacrificed her mental wellbeing just to keep you, and she sacrificed herself just to be seen by you."

"This is how you repay her? Fuck you. I know you never expected me to come here, but I am and I'm not here for you, Jiyong." Daesung glared, his words full of venom. "I know Y/N like I know myself. You'll never find anyone like her and when she told me that night that she liked you, I stood by and SACRIFICED my feelings for her just to see her happy with you. Do you know why I did that?"

Jiyong stayed silent.

"It's because I love her. I love her more than life itself and I will always, always choose her happiness and wellbeing over mine every single time. Whether you admit it or not, Y/N's the best thing that ever happened to both of us, so don't you ever forget that you've been blessed with the best wife and fumbled it." Daesung finished. He looked at Jiyong up and down before saying, "Good luck in life."

With that, Daesung turned around and left, leaving Jiyong standing in a half empty apartment.

-

A/N: you ask, i deliver. hope you enjoyed part 4!

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[currentloser]

you're my good day

kwon ji-yong x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 2602

GD meets you as a part of production for Good Day, you two hit it off quickly and he quickly finds himself smitten with you.

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Out of everything you could’ve expected out of your career, your manager reaching out to you and letting you know that G-Dragon had invited you to be a part of his TV show was a surprise. As a solo artist, you had struggled with the other groups to make your mark on the industry. The call was a dream come true, almost impossible to believe. Over the months before production, the wait was agonizing- but now, that day was finally here. Where you would finally meet him, and find out what your fated meeting would bloom into.

Given a while to prepare, you still couldn't help but check yourself yet again in the mirror before you headed out. You made sure your outfit didn't look silly, not a thread out of place… of course, double-checking the time again before rushing out to be sure. A part of the show was ‘pretending’ to run into you on the street, so you waited on the sidewalk, glancing warily at each passing car.

In the distance, a camera focused on you as the car, his car, finally showed itself amid the crowd of those driving by. The inconspicuous vehicle slowed to a stop in front of you, the back window pulling down as Ji-yong met your faze from inside. For a somewhat formal meeting, it was more than you could've expected on top of being invited in the first place.

“Ah, it's good to see you! Please, come in,” He spoke, his warm voice greeting you, tilting his head politely to motion you inside as well.

Despite the cameras filming the moment, the rest of the world managed to melt and blur as you focused on him. Feeling a flush come to your face from just that, you quickly sped around the back of the vehicle and joined in the seat, closing the door and buckling in.

The driver, silent until this moment, took a look at you from the rearview mirror, “You’re the idol that we had been planning to meet. Isn’t that right?”

Faced with Ji-yong’s driver, you nod politely before remembering you of course ought to speak, “Right, that’s me. It's very good to meet you.”

Beside you, Ji-yong perked up and bowed, that familiar 90-degree out of politeness even sitting before returning his gaze to you,  “Hearing about your career, I couldn't help but be impressed with your work. I was so excited when I managed to invite you here.”

His voice was light and still so charming, tugging on a silly bunny hat he wore and pressing it up to hide behind as he spoke to you. How nervous he seemed to be in your presence was as charming as it was to have someone of such notoriety take interest in yourself.

Your heart raced as you tried to process his words. G-Dragon, the icon of K-pop, was impressed by your work. It seemed surreal.

"Thank you so much," you managed to say, your voice slightly trembling. "I'm honored to be here. Your music has been a huge inspiration to me."

Ji-yong's eyes crinkled as he smiled, lowering the bunny hat slightly. "That means a lot to hear. I've always believed in supporting fellow artists, especially those who are working hard to make their mark."

The car glided smoothly through the streets as you chatted, the initial nervousness slowly melting away. 

"Let's speak casually now? So, tell me," Ji-yong asked, glancing over with a curious smile, "what's your creative process like?"

"It’s a bit chaotic, to be honest," you replied, chuckling. "I need my space, but once I get into the zone, it's like everything just clicks. What about you? How do you tackle your projects?"

Ji-yong nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. For me, it's all about finding the right inspiration. Sometimes it hits me at the most random moments.”

He then leaned closer, his tone sincere. "What about your struggles as a solo artist? I can relate as I’ve started my own, it can be challenging."

You sighed, "Yeah, it can be. There's pressure to always do more, and be more. But it's also rewarding seeing your vision come to life.

"And your hopes for the future?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly in his seat. All of his attention was on you, his eyes flickering from your own over your face. The man in front of you was taking all of you in, happy to learn more from you.

"Honestly, I just want to keep growing, keep making music that resonates," you answered, feeling more at ease with his encouragement.

Ji-yong grinned, adding a playful note, "And maybe a world tour someday?"

You laughed, now it sounded so far away- only hosting concerts in Korea from going across the globe, "That would be amazing, we’ll see where the journey takes us."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, making the drive feel like a shared adventure. Outside, the nature and buildings of Seoul sped past in a matter of moments. 

“We’re finally here,” Ji-yong nodded, motioning outside of the car as it pulled to a stop in front of a small cafe, “Wait a moment for me.”

Curious, you sat back as he exited the seat. You were still buzzing from the excitement of the conversation, willing your hands to be still and watching as the driver left as well. For a moment you were left alone in the backseat, undoing your buckle and briefly considering leaving on your own altogether.

As long as it felt, the moment cut short with the sound of the door beside you opening and Ji-yong smiling from the other side of it. It seemed even after familiarizing himself, he couldn’t help but be a gentleman. There was a faint pink flush on his cheeks, though perhaps you were imagining it…

“Ah, thank you,” You smile, stepping out of your seat and joining him on the sidewalk. 

The crowd luckily didn't seem to notice the celebrity dressed as he was, and you two were quick to step inside the building before anyone could see the two of you. The inside of the cafe was modern yet felt like stepping into home at the same time. Stepping ahead of you, Ji-yong walked with a noticeable spring in his step and claimed a table, patting it to motion you to sit in front of him with a small grin.

Joining from the other side, you couldn't help but look around and marvel at how this almost felt like a date. Even knowing beforehand the two of you would meet to eat together as you spoke of his plans didn't stop how exhilarating it felt. From in front of you, the rapper fiddled with his rings and kept sneaking glances at you from behind his sunglasses. As you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and play it off as cool as he was able to.

His false nature of seeming cool and being so excited to meet you was his charm, smoothing over a menu to you and reciting his order without needing to look. Overwhelmed by it all, you repeat his order and slide it away. It was possible to make sense of the letters with him in front of you, looking at you expectantly and tugging at his hat.

“Right, I’ve been dragging you along for a while now,” he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as your steaming cups of tea were set down before you. Steam floated off the ceramic and curled into the air, a warm atmosphere created between the two of you.

 You blew gently across the surface of your tea, the anticipation bubbling inside you as you took a sip. The rich, refreshing flavor was a perfect treat to ease your nerves as you waited for him to continue. 

“Every year, Korea used to host this incredible event where artists gathered to collaborate and celebrate through music. But lately, they haven't had an opportunity to host it,” he explained, taking a moment to savor his cup. You could see a flicker of excitement in his eyes, though the nervous fidgeting betrayed his eagerness. “So, I’ve been thinking...what if I host my event, with you as one of the featured artists?”

Your heart raced as your eyes widened, almost losing your grip on your tea. You barely managed to hold back from a spit-take aimed towards your favorite artist. It felt almost unreal, even though you’d secretly been dreaming of an invitation like this. An opportunity for your career and to bring people together once again. The thought of being closer to him and celebrating your passions together sent a thrill coursing through you. 

“I-I… wow, I’d love that!” you chuckled, scrambling to find the right words. You could see the spark of excitement in his eyes as he leaned in closer, a warm smile endearing you further.

“Then, I’m looking forward to working with you!” Ji-yong declared, and at that moment, amidst the cameras and crew, it felt like it was just the two of you.

Still struggling with how to celebrate, you set your drink down and glance at the cameras keeping their focus on the two of you. Peering down, you can’t help but notice your hands are shaking. Your brief break in attention was of course noticed by the artist, a view of cutely done nail polish entering your vision.

Not far from yours, Ji-yong reached out to you. Nearly holding onto you.

“Hold on, just a moment, won’t you?” He spoke, and just like that the hands in your vision disappeared.

Looking up, you got to catch a peak of him sneaking off into the back of the cafe. Chuckling shakily, you glance into the camera as he scampered off. A moment of silence hung in the air, leaving you with the buzzing realization of the opportunity laid out to you. Even if you knew it would be a large production, you tried to tell yourself not to expect too much-

It was still him, and he was still interested in you. The anticipation building up to the event would surely drive you mad, not to mention how he'd strung you along for it. Yet, somehow you couldn't be upset or let it bother you. 

Tapping the table with a hint of impatience, you found your attention drifting toward the window, each passing moment stretching further as you waited for his return. The world outside was shrouded in a gentle haze. It had just rained, and a foggy and moody atmosphere took over the outside world. Then, amidst the indistinct shapes and colors, you suddenly spotted him. His figure was too recognizable, his cap pushed over his brow, and his scarf wrapped around tied underneath his chin. Though of course it wasn't that to distract you, it was what he held.

In his hands, he clutched his phone, aiming it toward you with a playful glint in his eye. A scoff escaped your lips as you threw your head back, trying to avoid his pictures. Curiosity consumed you, though, so you couldn't help but return your faze toward him, an accusatory glance at him.

A gleeful smile danced on his lips as he reveled in your playful struggle to escape his impromptu photoshoot. Unable to contain himself, he waved at you before his hand returned to his phone. He tapped it again, capturing yet another picture of you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded your head to beckon him back inside. With a comedic bow, he ducked through the door, holding up his phone toward you proudly as he re-entered.

The screen was illuminated with Instagram, and you couldn't help but gaze at the image displayed- there you were, poised at the table, caught in the act of waiting for him to come back. Practically at the edge of your seat. Was it that easy to read how desperate you were? The sight made your cheeks flush; he was giving his followers a sneak peek, though tagging you in a candid shot almost felt too intimate.

“Oh, you like to tease me, don’t you?” you chuckled, leaning back and pulling out your phone as a playful means of revenge, a smirk curling on your lips.

Caught off guard but not resisting, Ji-yong leaned closer, his grin widening as you lifted your camera, framing the perfect shot of the two of you. He flashed a peace sign, his infectious smile lighting up the space between you. His warmth radiated even through the layers of fabric. The little contact sent electrifying sparks through you.

Just as you snapped the picture, your face scrunched in the middle of a blink, Ji-yong grabbed up the phone from you. "Let’s share this one,” he teased, already preparing to post the image before you could process how silly you must have looked. The moment your eyes adjusted to the screen, you caught sight of your expression. It almost resembled the middle of a sneeze while the man beside you got to look cool and cute all at once. Embarrassment washed over you, and beside you, Ji-yong erupted into a soft giggle. He leaned against you, his head nuzzling into your shoulder like a playful cat.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!” he apologized as he finally managed to calm himself back down, swiping a hand across his face to catch the little budding tears of joy from the moment.

Pouting slightly, you decided it was time for a little payback. You pushed your phone into his hands, a playful glimmer in your eye. “Then to make up for it, you owe me your phone number as compensation.”

It was almost a shot in the dark, playing your luck to the man next to you. If he'd be allowed to embarrass you, then he ought to pay you back. A moment of doubt hung as you worried it might've even been too forward. At this, Ji-yong’s expression shifted, an eyebrow raised in a teasing challenge as he opened your contacts, ready to add his information. “And after I do, you’ll forgive me, then?” he teased further, typing for a moment before handing the phone back to you, a twinkle of mischief lingering in his gaze.

Your heart raced as you glanced at the screen, realizing it was indeed his number- charmingly labeled as ‘Ji-yong 💛’. You hastily covered the phone’s screen with your hand, glancing nervously around to make sure nobody had captured the moment. The cameras around didn't seem to notice yet, thankfully. A wild look escaped you, wide eyes sent his way as you struggled to appear casual… His grin widened, and you noticed how his previous nervousness had vanished, leaving behind a bold confidence that palpably radiated from him.

He’d even added a heart beside his name!

Dazed by the sudden rush of emotions, you nodded slowly, excitement bubbling underneath as you squeezed your phone tightly in your grip, “Fine, I forgive you.”

“Perhaps you were acting so nervous to shock me, hm?” You tease him, slipping your phone into your pocket safely.

Ji-yong leaned back, “Maybe. It has been so good meeting you. I'll call later, so you can be sure its me.

Standing from the table, it was a regret to remember of course your encounter would come to a close. But with the promise of being contacted again, and your future group project? It was only a future excitement waiting to happen.

Standing up to bow, you nod as you see him off, “Thank you so much for meeting me, you can count me in.”

[ldydeath]

Bullshit | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong gets jealous of your friendship with Jackson Wang after seeing some texts. Word Count: 1888 Warnings: Jealousy, Jiyong being a big dumb in a cute way, fluff, slight nsfw? Like very light hand stuff but no actual smut. Author’s Note: this idea came to me after joining Jackson’s broadcast channel. Its just a silly little thing to get me back into writing. I’ve never written for Jackson before so be gentle. And of course the word count is 1888. Ji is in my head I swear.

Jiyong wasn’t the type to get jealous. At least that’s what he’d thought until he’d met you. It wasn’t that he was insecure or doubted your relationship, he knew what you had was solid. He just didn’t like to share. So when you’d met Jackson at his concert in Korea and become friends he hadn’t cared at first.

He still liked to pretend he didn’t care. He knew you’d been a fan of his music, knew he was a good person, a good friend. But it drove him crazy anytime he saw Jackson around you. Especially now that he’d seen that stupid notification.

He hadn’t meant to see it. Hadn’t been spying. You were showing him a funny fan edit when the notification bar had dropped down.

In hotel. Currently.

Why the fuck was he telling you he was in his hotel? Jiyong wasn’t having that. He’d spent the rest of the night trying to hide his pout. This was supposed to be a good week. His best friend was back out in the world, in the same city as the festival he was set to perform at no less. The three of you had been having fun all week sneaking around behind cameras to go to dinners and art museums around Los Angeles and then Jackson had showed up.

As the two of you arrived at sound check, there he was. Talking to one of the producers. Why was he even there? His stuff was on Sunday. Jiyong glared as you let go of his hand and made your way to him.

“Jackson!” You grinned, pulling your friend in for a hug. Completely unaware of Jiyong’s seething.

“Hey!” He hugged you back, his eyes finding Jiyong who nodded. “How are you?”

“Great! Tired. Jet lag is a bitch. I honestly don’t know how you guys do this all the time.”

Jackson laughed and Jiyong’s head whipped around. He’d turned for a second to get his equipment ready when he heard the laugh. This wasn’t going to work. He rolled his shoulders and made his way over to you, his arm wrapping loosely around you.

“Hi Jiyong.” Jackson bowed respectfully. Jiyong didn’t return the bow, just nodded his head.

“You scooping out the acts or something?” There was a slight edge to Jiyong’s voice.

“No, I knew you two were here today and wanted to show my support.”

“Oh. Well, I’d invite you to hang out after but we’ll be busy. If you catch my drift.” Your eyes shot up towards Jiyong who was now smirking.

“Oh yeah, that’s cool.” Jackson shrugged, his brows raising in confusion.

“Well. I better get up there.” He waved to Jackson before leaning in to kiss you.

After soundcheck you’d met Jiyong backstage and headed back to the hotel. You spent the rest of the evening resting in the hotel, watch live streams of Seunghyun killing his return to the spotlight. Jiyong sending him encouraging texts while you showed him all the fan edits of the two of them.

It was fun watching the fans freak out because Gtop was in the same city, as if they didn’t live down the street from each other back home. Jiyong was laughing at the newest reel when another message from Jackson popped up about going to bed. He saw red. He’d remind you tomorrow just how silly it was for you to be talking like this with Jackson.

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Jiyong rolled his eyes as the name popped back into his head. He needed to focus. He went on in an hour and all he could think about was how you’d be watching from the front row with him.

“You ok?” Your voice broke him from his thoughts and he cleared his throat as he popped his knuckles.

“Peachy.” He mumbled, a small smile finding its way to his face.

“Okay. Come on, let’s color your tips”

It had become tradition at this point to spray his tips before every show. Something you enjoyed doing for him. He didn’t trust a lot of people with his hair but this was something easy, to test the waters, and you were happy to do it.

“Nah. I’m going full pink.” He smirked and leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek.

You put the bottle down and watched him make his way to the sink. Thirty minutes later his beautiful white locks that you’d barely gotten to appreciate because two months wasn’t long enough, were now pink. He stood in front of you with a smirk.

“What do you think?”

“The fangirls are going to go crazy tonight.” You grinned as you looked at the finished product.

His hair now fully styled for the night. You leaned up to fix the collar on his blue jacket. It was much different from the rose suit he usually wore out on stage, but this look was doing it for you.

“Go, there’s a VIP section up front for you, Jaeho will take you. I’ll see you after.”

“Ok. Love you.”

Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, his infamous smirk on his lips. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours. His hand roaming down to your ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. You gasped, which he took advantage of by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand moving from your ass to slip under your skirt, rubbing the thin material of your panties. Just enough to tease you.

“See you after.” He smirked as he pulled away. You glared at him as you made your way out of the trailer.

You made your way to the front row, with Jaeho leading the way and were surprised to find Jackson as well as a few other artists there.

“Hey!” You waved as you pulled your day-g out of your pocket.

“Hey. Is he good?” Jackson’s head nodded to the stage and your brows furrowed.

“Yeah? Why?”

“He just seemed kind of off yesterday.”

“Oh.” You waved your hand, as if blowing off his behavior. “He gets weird before shows sometimes, he’s fine. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

The music started and you cheered as the DJs intro set came out. It lasted longer than you would’ve liked, but once the intro to Power started you no longer felt like Jiyong’s girlfriend. You felt like a fan.

When he didn’t come out right away you led the crowd in a Kwon Jiyong chant, knowing he’d eat it up. When he finally emerged he was oozing in confidence. He’d slowly been getting G-Dragon back week after week, but tonight was different.

He didn’t have to hype himself up to do his swag check chant it finally just came naturally. His movements were smooth, sure, like the stage was made for him. Seeing him this way was hot.

“Good job, Jiyong!” You yelled. His eyes roaming around loooking for you.

“Who said that?” He peered out into the crowd, eyes finally landing on you. “Was it you?” You nodded and he crouched down, pointing at you with a smirk. “Thank you.” He sassed, a playful smirk on his lips as he stood back up to finish the song.

He hadn’t missed the fact that you were standing with Jackson and as much as he wanted to step off the stage and punch him, he couldn’t. So he put his energy into making sure he gave you the best performance he could muster today.

He tried to mix things up a bit, doing a remix of Drama, the DJ adding the air horn effect wasn’t doing it for you or him. You could see him trying not to laugh every time it went off. You and Jackson had started counting down to it at this point. It was definitely going to be something you laughed at for years to come.

When it was time for the Too Bad dance break, you cheered the loudest. This was always your favorite part. So when he started singing We’re up all night to get lucky and his eyes found yours, you blushed. This song was one of the ones you two sang to each other as a joke and now he was singing it to you in front of the largest crowd you’d seen. He winked at you before finishing the song.

And just like that, the night was over. Jackson walked you back to the artist only area since Jaeho was busy doing his job. Jiyong spotted you coming and walked over to you both, the smirk still on his face.

“Thanks for bringing my girl back safely, Magic Mike.” He smirked, shaking Jackson’s hand.

“Yeah? No problem?” Jackson scratched the back of his head before walking over to talk to Chaerin.

“You were amazing!” You gushed leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Better than Jackson?” He whined.

“Ji, what?” You weren’t sure what Jackson had to do with this.

“I saw the messages. On instagram.” You blinked at him and he sighed. “At the hotel? At the gym? Going to bed.” He rolled his eyes and you let out a snort.

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “One. You’re an idiot. I’m not sneaking around with Jackson. Two. It’s his broadcast channel.”

“His what?” He cut you off, confusion on his face.

“His broadcast channel. To connect with fans. He just overshares more than everyone else and I’ve been meaning to mute the chat altogether but keep forgetting.” You pulled out your phone, handing it to Jiyong to investigate.

After a few minutes of scrolling, Jiyong’s face flushed, clearly embarrassed for thinking the worst of you both.

“Oh.” You nodded, taking your phone back.

“Oh indeed.” You grinned. “You’re so lucky I love your dumb ass. “Jackson!” You turned finding your friend who made his way back over to you guys. “I believe Ji has something he’d like to say to you.”

Jiyong rolled his eyes before turning to Jackson, “I didn’t know what a broadcast channel was and thought you were trying to move in on my girl. So I’m sorry for acting weird.”

“Hey, can’t blame you. She’s a catch anyone with eyes can see that. But we all respect you a little too much to try and ruin your life, Hyung.” He paused. “How are you chronically online and don’t know what a broadcast channel is? You old, man.”

“Go away.” Jiyong laughed. Jackson bowed and walked off.

“Come on.” You grabbed Jiyong’s hand and basically yanked him to start moving towards the exit.

“Where are we going?” He ran to keep up with you.

“To finish what you started before your set.”

“I haven’t even changed yet!” He tried to yank his arm free. “You gotta let up your grip, you’re hurting me.”

“You’re not changing.” You turned to face him, your grip not loosening. “You look fucking hot and we gotta go now.”

Jiyong smirked and shook his head as he followed you out. It may have been a misunderstanding but he was glad to know you still only had eyes for him after all this time. That was the only confidence boost he’d ever really need. He was lucky to have you and be loved by you.

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[makeitworse]

BETTER GET YOURS!

「 day 27 ☆ bigbang april challenge 」

you’re surprised to learn that you’re being shipped with your labelmate, top. gd’s not thrilled— since he’s the one you’re really seeing in secret.

contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. yg family fluff. jealousy. smut (fingering). confession. 18+

notes: lowk mid but thanks for having me ♡ love u guys xx

the second concert of the yg family power tour had come to its close. backstage, you found yourself in the dressing room with the other 2ne1 girls— atmosphere warm with laughter and the buzz of post-show energy.

you sat cross-legged on the couch, dabbing off leftover stage make-up with a wipe. bom had her legs stretched out over your lap as she laid beside you while scrolling on her phone. in your peripheral, you catch her steal a glance at you and snicker to herself.

you turn your attention to her, narrowing your eyes. “what are you doing..?”

min-ji leaned over the arm rest to peek. “are you reading fan comments again?”

bom grins and turns her screen to you. “read this one: the way tabi was looking at her? he may as well just propose already!”

you blink. “wait— is that me??”

the caption accompanied a photo of your group joining bigbang on the stage. it was a closeup of you and seung-hyun sharing a microphone.

chae-lin smirks from the vanity. “haven’t you heard? our fans are saying you’re the newest power couple.”

your jaw’s slack in disbelief. “just because we shared a mic.”

yours had malfunctioned during the performance, and seung-hyun was the closest person to you. he jogged over and leaned in to share it for the last verse of the song. it was a light-hearted moment, nothing more.

bom pokes your arm. “well seung-hyun has that thing about people touching him. look at how close he was!”

min-ji draws out a hum in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes, try to laugh it off. you were just good friends with seung-hyun— the girls knew that. it was nothing more than a silly fan theory.

still, you can’t ignore the strange pang in your chest. it wasn’t about what they think— it’s about him.

because the only person you’ve been sneaking around with when the lights go down wasn’t seung-hyun at all. it was ji-yong.

no one knew, of course. with the tour in full swing, there hadn’t been a right moment to tell your bandmates— not when the stage was the priority.

but now, with speculation swirling of you with another guy before ji-yong even had the chance to break the news to anyone… you knew exactly how he’d take it.

not well.

that night, the afterparty is in full swing. the tour staff were all packed into a private suite. you were tucked onto a couch with your 2ne1 girls and members of your team scattered around the room.

a speaker pulsed gently with bass from the corner. half-empty champagne flutes littered the room, heels kicked off across the floor, and the lingering scent of hairspray and perfume.

chae-lin’s lounging back, glass in hand as sandara’s head rests on her shoulder. bom’s perched next to you at the arm of the couch with her arm linked around yours. you all watched min-ji on the floor with your stylist, teaching her a new move she picked up from a backup dancer.

laughter and chatter floated around the room, warm and relaxed from the bubbly.

bom turned to you with a mischievous grin. “oh, i told seung-hyun about the shipping thing”

your eyes widen. “bom!”

playfully, you go to pull your arm away, but she holds you in place with a laugh.

“i’m sorryyy! it’s too funny. he said he would mess with you only a little,”

before you can protest, a round of laughter explodes through the wall from the next room— the unmistakable chaos of the bigbang boys. you hear shot glasses clinking, someone yelling (probably daesung). another voice howling in response. you can recognise seung-hyun’s deep laugh.

somewhere in the mix, you know ji-yong’s there too. the day has only spared you both fleeting glances and quick exchanges. you missed him a little.

you take a sip of your drink just as seung-hyun saunters into the room like you’ve all been expecting him— his sunglasses from the show still on, a futile effort to hide how drunk he was.

“where have you been? your girl’s been missing you,” bom calls out to him with a grin. you swat her shoulder, muffling a reply mid-swallow.

“oh yeah,” he tilts his head, mouth curling in a smirk.

seung-hyun sashays over to you with exaggerated, provocative steps. you drop your head into your hands as the girls giggle.

seung-hyun plays into the act, throwing an arm around your shoulder and leaning in close. “you like?”

the room erupts. min-ji gasps with a chuckle. chae-lin whistles. you even hear a dramatic “oooh?” at the door as one of the boys walk in.

you duck your head to hide the smile creeping onto your face. seung-hyun starts making smooching noises at your ear, and you lightly shove him away.

“you guys look good together,” sandara coos with a knowing grin.

you shake your head, waving her off. your eyes flicker to the side briefly— noticing ji-yong now at the door with youngbae at his side. leaning against the frame, drink in hand. face unreadable.

he’s chuckling faintly along with the others, but his smile isn’t reaching his eyes.

after the moment passes and the conversation shifts subject, you forget to bring it up to him later.

the following day was a blur of sound checks, fittings, and half-eaten meals on the go. between your scattered errands, ji-yong shot you a text about an opening in his schedule— so you quickly arranged for a brief encounter.

you’d finally found a moment alone, except there was no time to go back to the hotel. you both settled with tucking away into a small, dim storage room of the venue.

there wasn’t much words before he pulled you in by the wrist— shutting the door to press you against it, mouth already on top of yours.

ji-yong’s hands are everywhere. impatient, demanding— like he’s been holding this in for far too long. and he has.

your neck cranes back from the force of his kisses. he’s pinning you to the door with his hips, hands holding your body tight like someone might steal you away.

he fumbles with your waistband, unceremoniously tugging your pants down just enough for him to get a hand in.

there’s no sweetness in the way he takes you.

ji-yong digs two fingers into you till the knuckle, drinking up your gasps onto his tongue as he curls his fingers relentlessly.

he turns his attention to your neck— sucking kisses onto the skin, dangerously close to the point of leaving a mark.

your head’s spinning, you almost don’t take notice of how he’s absentmindedly bucking into your leg as if he was fucking you.

ji-yong fingers you like he’s got a point to prove. he pulls his face back to watch your reaction as his thumb moves to swirl circles onto your clit— mouth parted with a pant as you stammer out his name.

“where, hah… is this c—”

he shushes you with a kiss to the lips, slipping another finger into your cunt. you’re seeing stars.

you’re not used to him being so fervent. for the few times you’d been intimate up to this point, he’d taken his time with you. drawn the moment out. but even now his haste was still getting the job done.

he smothered the cry of your orgasm with a kiss to your lips. for a moment, the only sound of the room was your muffled moans into ji-yong’s mouth and his hand rutting against you.

as your body went slack, ji-yong kept you propped against him, pressing sweet kisses into your hair while you caught your breath.

in your hazy, post-orgasm state: an image flickers across your mind. that look on ji-yong’s face last night as seung-hyun wrapped his arm around you.

only then, you realise: he’s jealous.

you straighten up, fumbling in your pocket for your phone— eager to steer your mind from flitting thoughts, wondering why ji-yong cared so much.

you shined your phone light on his shirt, smoothing out the creases, brushing through his tousled hair. tidy up the manhandling. ji-yong lets you, watching with a weighted gaze.

“what was that with seung-hyun last night?” he asks, tone too forced to be casual.

your fingers stalling at the back of his neck. “he wasn’t serious.”

he lifts a brow, clearly unamused. “really? and what about the girls?”

you look away, clicking your teeth. “it’s just this fan ship that they’re teasing me about. no one meant anything by it, okay?”

ji-yong scoffs. “so people think you’re dating seung-hyun, and they find that hilarious.”

“it’s not like they believe it, ji.” you say softly.

but he’s still looking at you with his jaw tense, like he’s barely restraining how he really feels at the idea of anyone else being seen with you in such a way. the way you and ji-yong actually were.

he steps closer, breath fanning your face. “next time they want a joke, i’ll show them something real.”

you shift your weight— uneasy at his sudden intensity. “and what’s that?”

the corner of his lip curls. “like kissing you.”

you shake your head, gently pushing him back with a hand on his chest. “you don’t need to do that.”

you steer the conversation to where he’s headed after this, trying to keep the tone light-hearted. but, under your palm, you had felt how tense he was. he’s serious about what he said.

ji-yong pokes his head out of the door to check that the coast is clear before you both step out. he escorted you back to your team, daring to close his hand around yours in quiet hallways.

there’s a certain energy hanging in the air as you walk. you keep your gaze forward, focused— ignoring how you kept catching him steal glances at you in your peripheral.

the way he’s been looking at you; there’s something different about it.

you swallow thickly. you really didn’t think seung-hyun’s bit would leave such a bitter taste on ji-yong. it’s not like you had anything solid that seung-hyun could threaten, anyways. you’ve just been meeting up casually— scratching each other’s backs. that was all.

right?

you glance at him: catching a twitch of his jaw, and him taking his cheek between his teeth like he’s willing himself to stay silent.

maybe he’s questioning it all too.

as you neared the room, ji-yong slowed at your side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before letting his hand glide from your back.

without a word, he slipped away, disappearing around the corner just as you stepped foot in the door. his touch lingered on your skin— the only evidence he was with you at all.

the hours leading up to the next concert drag on, thick with tension. everyone’s gliding from one station to the next, buzzing with the pre-show adrenaline— everyone except ji-yong.

he’d been noticeably quiet: short with his sentences, brushing past people with a tight jaw. every so often, his eyes would flick to you like he’s checking you’re still there, before his gaze shifts the next instant.

you try to suppress the way it bothers you— focusing on chatting with min-ji as you both waited for final touch-ups.

but when seung-hyun strolls over to you with a sly grin, it’s palpable how the energy of the room shifts.

“there’s ma girl,” he drawls in english, loud enough for heads from both groups to turn.

you hear bom giggling in the corner as seung-hyun teasingly twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. you swat his hand away.

“oppa, don’t mess up my hair.”

seung-hyun only chuckles, slinking an arm around yours. “stop being a tease! you know you like.”

you try to play along as the others laugh, but your eyes automatically lock with ji-yong’s. he’s standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest. after a beat, he silently excuses himself from the room.

you clear your throat, gently slipping out from under seung-hyun’s arm. you mumble that you’re quickly ducking out to the bathroom.

you catch up with ji-yong just outside the dressing rooms, yanking him into a dim corner by the wrist.

“what is your deal?” you snap under your breath.

ji-yong tugs his arm back, but he doesn’t move away. “you.”

you blink, scoffing. “me?”

he runs a hand through his hair, looking like he’s two seconds from exploding. “you’re just letting him put his hands all over you in front of everyone, like you’re not already—”

“it’s meant to be funny, ji.” you cut in, voice pleading. “you don’t have to take it to heart.”

“yeah? well i’m not laughing.” ji-yong sneers, stepping closer. “you think i like seeing someone else act like that with you?”

for a moment, the silence is loud. you hold ji-yong’s stare as the words sink in. his eyes dart over your face, heated gaze softening. you sigh.

“why do you care so much anyways?” you murmur. you’re not sure you’re even prepared for his answer. “aren’t we just.. messing around?”

ji-yong stares at you— and you almost want to tell him nevermind, you don’t want to hash this out. but then he shakes his head, leaning in until his nose nudges yours.

“can i be selfish?” his voice is raw. “i can’t keep just ‘messing around’. i want more.”

you gasp quietly as his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“i need more.” his lips ghost over yours. “of you.”

he stills himself with a shaky exhale. your stunned silence leaves him uncertain, and ji-yong goes to pull away— afraid he’s overstepped.

but before either of you can even process you, you’re grabbing his face and crashing his mouth onto yours.

it’s messy and urgent, all teeth and desperation. you need him just as much. his hands come to find purchase on your waist, guiding you to the wall behind.

your hands thread through his hair, fucking up the hairspray, as well as the labour of your poor stylists.

ji-yong’s kissing you desperate and hard— every bit of frustration and longing channeled into the way his tongue swirls in your mouth. you’re left dizzy, pressing your body closer into his; eager to feel all of him.

and then a voice echoes from around the corner.

“hyung! gee eun’s asking for you!” daesung calls, impatient and completely oblivious.

you and ji-yong didn’t have time to make yourselves presentable before daesung rounded the corner, catching you both in a failing attempt to act normal.

ji-yong’s hair was a mess, your face was flushed— and you were both too short of breath to try and explain this to daesung.

his face splits into a smile, taking in the sight of you two caught off-guard.

well, since you and ji-yong had just established the grounds of something more serious… no time like the present to break the news to the others.

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Thanosscross's BigBang/Squid Game masterlist 💕🌺

Hello! Welcome! I write for any squidgames characters along with any BigBang member out of the four boys! <3 (Dae-Sung, T.O.P, G-Dragon, and Tae-Yang) and i'm willing to write anything other than non-con. Requests are open! please let me know if you don't see a character on my masterlist that you'd like to see <3

Get to know me 🥰

G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pretty boy Part one Part Two

Jealous princess

Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon Part two

Rising Stars Part two

Going Home

Cutie Part 2

His girlfriend? or Girl...friend?

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong part two Part three

Head-cannons!

Jealous boys - Choi Seung Hyun/T.o.p x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon

Choi Su-bong/Thanos/Player 230

My girl Part one Part two Part three

my beauty flower

I fucking hate you

There all along Part one

Harmless

I've got you

Good person

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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.

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[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.”

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• 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]

does your mother know?

Pairing: g-dragon / kwon jiyong x reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: you're so cute, i like your style, and i know what you mean when i give you a flash of that smile. but girl, you're only a child!

Tags: age gap (younger reader/older jiyong), flirting, internal conflict if you squint, tension, implied sexual content as the title suggests, inspired by 'does your mother know?' by abba

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The night was a living energy. It coiled and breathed around you—hard bass kicks pounding through your body like a second heartbeat, shadows slick as sweat and smoke, neon arteries throbbing through the body of the club. Bodies writhe, unthinking, lost in the rhythm, flowing as one as an ocean of umbra and alchohol. 

But not you. You were stillness set aflame.

Draped in liquid silk that captured every flicker of light like a secret, you were the eye of the storm—untouched, unbothered, and unmistakably dangerous. Inexplicably enticing in your own right to anyone who had a set of eyes. A glass hovered between your fingers, forgotten and half-full, your lips brushing its rim with the kind of patience that unnerves. You did not dance with the current, you had no need to.

You were the reason people dance. You were the current.

And Jiyong saw you, your energy—long before you noticed him.

Glancing across the sea of people from the bar stool of which you were perched upon, you spotted a man, possibly in his late thirties, you presumed. He was the embodiment of a slow-burning sin wrapped in expensive tailoring and silence sharp enough to cut. He moved like smoke—casual, elusive, with that deliberate ease men acquired only when they had stopped chasing validation and begun commanding it. Time didn't age him. It defined him.

His eyes locked on yours, and they lingered.

He should not have been looking. You were far too young—mid-twenties, perhaps? The kind of young that still shimmered with possibility. The kind that had not yet been dulled by regret, only sharpened by experience. You carried your allure not like an accident, but like a weapon—sheened in confidence, honed by intention, and worn like the most dangerous kind of armor. Aware. Amused. Utterly indifferent to the chaos it left in your wake.

You were, by every sensible measure of self-preservation, off-limits.

But then—you looked at him.

Not with the expected tilt of innocence or coy invitation, but with something older. Slower. Something that simmered beneath the surface like embers refusing to die. A single tilt of your head, the barest pull of your lips—not a smile, but a provocation. A whisper of sin dressed as curiosity.

Your gaze held his with a weight that felt intentional. Unyielding. Like the first touch of silk over bare skin—cool, electric, impossible to ignore. And when your smirk dared to form—subtle, smug, knowing—it undid something in him.

That was all it took.

Jiyong crossed the floor like a man already seduced, the air parting around him, thick with the scent of something about to become a mistake. His presence was deliberate, threaded with a confidence born not from youth, but from time. And still—still—you had managed to unravel it.

He ordered a drink with the ease of ritual, knowing full well he would not touch it. Not when you were watching him. Not when the real intoxication was already humming in the space between you.

He stopped just short of your side, and when he spoke, his voice was low, a little raspy but still so buttery, and tinged with something that sounded almost like disbelief. “You look like you’re scheming.”

You barely moved. Your chin balanced delicately on the back of your hand, legs crossed in that languid, unbothered way that suggested royalty or ruin—depending on the lighting. Your gaze did not waver. “Maybe I am.”

“Should I be concerned?”

You tilted your head, slow and thoughtful, as though you were still weighing his worth. Still undecided on whether he merited your attention—or your time. “Only if you bore me easily.”

Jiyong's laugh was low, surprised. Soft in a way that suggested he had not meant to let it out—you had caught him off-guard. That was no small feat. He was accustomed to being the one who disrupted, who disarmed, who flustered. But you? You had yet to even shift in your seat, and already, you had knocked him askew. Impressive didn't even begin to cover it.

“I don’t usually approach women like this anymore,” he admitted almost bashfully, watching you as if you were something delicate he might have dreamt into existence and feared waking from.

You hummed, velvet and amused. “Gone humble with age?”

“Gone wise.”

“I doubt that.” You leaned forward—only a breath, but it was enough. Enough for the scent of your skin to find him. Dangerous. Expensive. Not sweet. Not safe. The kind of fragrance that lingers in bedsheets and sins alike. “You strike me as the kind of man who says that while undressing someone in his mind.”

He faltered. The mask slipped. Just for a breath—but you saw it. Of course you did.

“You’re not wrong,” he says, and it sounds more like a confession than a flirtation.

“I never am.”

He watched the condensation collect on your glass, followed the lazy trail of a droplet as it slid down the curve of it—and then onto your finger, to which you brought it to your mouth. Then, slowly, your tongue claimed it from your fingertip with the kind of care that could undo a man entirely. The motion was not obscene—it was worse. His control wavered.

“You’re trouble.”

“You’re older,” you purred. “Shouldn’t you know better?”

That landed. You saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth—the guilt, or maybe the hunger trying to masquerade as restraint. Neither disguise suited him. Poor thing.

“You can walk away,” you murmured, your tone softening like silk drawn tight before the snap. “If this makes you uncomfortable.”

He swallowed hard. His voice dropped, rasped—gravel laced with want. “I should.”

You smiled. Not cruelly. Seductively. Like a warning unfolding itself one petal at a time. “But you won't, will you?”

And that—that—was the crack. The splinter. The first beautiful, irrevocable fracture in something that had been whole until he saw you.

He ran a hand through his hair, fingers tense, as though trying to shake loose whatever spell had tangled itself around him. You stood then, slow and serpentine, rising like smoke, like temptation. His eyes—traitorous and hungry—dropped before he could stop them.

Your hips. Your thighs. The promise in the sway of your walk.

You passed beside him, close enough for your perfume to curl around him again—closer still, until your breath ghosted across the shell of his ear.

“Come on,” you whispered, voice dipped in velvet and venom. “You've already decided.”

And of course—of course—he followed.

You chose not kiss him right away.

No, you let him ache. Let him stir.

The corridor was dim—walls pulsing faintly with the spill of bass from the club, shadows trembling with the breath of your nearness. You closed the space between you and Jiyong with feline ease, your body a whisper away from his, but never quite touching. The lack of contact was deliberate. Exquisite. Agonizing.

His back met the wall with a dull thud, and still—he dared not to move. He stood there, as if bracing for a storm, as if one wrong word might snap the last thread of composure he clung to.

Your voice was soft when it came. Intimate. Dangerous. “What’s got you nervous, Jiyong?”

You let his name roll slow off your tongue, just shy of a purr, your lips brushing the space beside his jaw. You felt the way his breath hitched, sharp and shallow, like he had been holding it.

He exhaled, eyes darting to your mouth, then away. “You’re younger than I’m used to.”

You smiled, just a little. Enough for mischief to gleam behind your lashes. “I’m not asking for your pension.”

He laughed—tight, reluctant, aroused. A sound that came from the chest, caught on restraint.

“What are you asking for?” he rasped.

You leaned in closer, until your breath fanned against the side of his neck, warm and steady. “A mistake.”

That was it. That was all it took.

He broke.

His hand came to your thigh, slow at first, then firmer—fingertips dragging over silk and skin as though needing to memorize the sensation. His other hand found your hip and pulled you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies—only heat. When his mouth found yours, it was not gentle. It was rough, consuming. Like a man punishing himself for every time he had said no to this kind of need and every second he had spent resisting you.

He kissed you like he needed it to breathe. Like he had already regretted it but would want to do it for the rest of his life.

And you kissed him back like you had been waiting—waiting—for this exact unraveling. You kissed like fire licking at wax, deliberate and destructive, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed into him.

Then—you pulled away.

Just enough.

Just enough to make him suffer.

Your lips hovered over his, your breath still mingling. Close, but not touching.

“You said you don’t do this anymore,” you murmured, the edges of your voice frayed with heat.

His chest rose against yours. Labored. Tense. “I don’t.”

“But here you are,” you said, the words dragging like silk along skin. “Looking like you’re one whisper away from falling to your knees.”

His jaw clenched. His fingers flexed on your hip, like he was fighting himself—like every instinct told him to surrender, but some distant voice still told him he shouldn’t.

A strangled sound escaped him. Half laugh, half growl.

His gaze dragged down your body, slow and searing. The way the dress clung to your curves. The bare inch of thigh peeking through the slit. The sharp rise and fall of your breath against his chest.

“You’re driving me mad,” he said, and it sounded like a confession ripped from the rawest part of him.

You tilted your head, coy and cruel in the prettiest way. “That’s what I'm here for,” you whispered. “I'll remind you how good it feels to lose control. Or perhaps I need to be reminded, it's up to you.”

Something in his expression shifted—desire darkening into something almost reverent. As if the line between wanting you and needing you had already vanished.

And then—low, strained, vulnerable—he said, “You’re not a child.”

The words stopped you. They hung between you like a blade.

You blinked, almost confused. “Excuse me?”

His throat moved as he swallowed hard. “You’re young. But not innocent. That’s what makes this…” He paused, as if trying to find the right word. “…worse.”

Not wrong. Not shameful.

Just unbearable.

Just impossible to resist.

You stepped in, chest to chest, lips ghosting over his jaw, and his hands—shaking with something like hesitance—settled at your waist. Not possessive. Not dominant. Just grounded. Like he needed to touch something real before he lost himself.

“Do I scare you?” you whispered, letting the question slip like warm honey into his ear.

His reply was a breath. A prayer. “You terrify me.”

You smiled.

Slow. Wicked.

“Good.”

You broke free from Jiyong's hold and laced your fingers through his as though the gesture belonged to you—unquestioned, inevitable. The corridor stretched before you like a promise, dim and hushed, each step echoing with the slow, deliberate rhythm of anticipation. He followed in silence, his presence simmering just behind you, the heat from his body coiling around your spine like smoke.

When you reached the elevator, you pressed the button without hesitation. A soft chime announced its arrival. The doors slid open with a whisper, and you stepped inside, the movement fluid, feline. He joined you, wordless still, though the tension radiating from him was palpable—thick, oppressive, intoxicating.

The lift began its ascent.

Enclosed. Dimly lit. Breathless.

He watched you, but not directly. His reflection in the mirror captured more than his eyes could confess—fixed on the slow drift of your fingers, now sliding with calculated ease along the inside of his thigh. Brazen. Unhurried. You stopped just shy of the ache he could no longer conceal, your nails grazing the expensive fabric of his trousers like a threat laced in silk.

"Tell me to stop," you whispered, voice low, velvet-wrapped and lethal.

His breath caught. His answer was ragged. "I don't want to."

"That was not what I asked."

The silence stretched between you, taut as a bowstring.

"I can't."

You leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear, your breath hot and deliberate. "Then stop pretending this wasn't also your idea."

Ding.

The doors opened.

The suite awaited—bathed in darkness and decadence. Soft gold spilled from the recessed lighting, illuminating gleaming marble, shadows stretched across plush furnishings. He stepped in behind you, quietly closing the door, the sound final.

You did not speak. You did not move.

You turned slowly.

Predatory.

"You don't do this often, do you?" you asked, voice measured, knowing. Your hands landed on Jiyong's chest, pushing him to sit on the sofa, and he obeyed wordlessly. How shocking.

He raised a brow, bemused. "Sleep with women who were still in school when my debut album dropped? No."

You stepped toward him, closing the distance until you stood between his knees. "That was not what I meant."

His gaze darkened. "Then what?"

"Lose control," you murmured, tracing the line of his collarbone with one finger, the touch delicate as a warning. "Let someone else take the lead."

He dared not answer, but his silence said enough.

So you climbed into his lap, both of your thighs placed on the outside of his, causing your skirt to hike impossibly high. Unfortunately for Jiyong's wondering eyes, it was not yet high enough to get a glimpse of what he really wanted.

He stilled.

As if your weight had stolen the breath from his lungs. His hands found your thighs, large and trembling with restraint, the tips of his fingers pressing into the soft skin as though afraid you might disappear.

You shifted against him—slowly, luxuriously—grinding just enough to remind him how hard he was beneath you, how helplessly human. He cursed beneath his breath, the sound low and reverent.

"You're making it difficult to be a gentleman," he growled.

You quipped, smirking slowly and devastatingly. "What makes you think I want one?"

That broke any remnant of hesitance he held.

He moved like a man unshackled, every thread of restraint burned to ash beneath your smirk.

His hands seized your hips with reverence and urgency, fingers digging into the silk of your dress like he could bruise need into you. Then his mouth found yours—not with hesitation, not with ceremony, but with a hunger so violent it bordered on desperate. His kiss was not practiced. It was not rehearsed. It was real, raw, ruinous. He kissed you like a man starved—like he had spent years on the brink and only now dared to fall.

You met him with equal force, mouth parting for his, lips moving with precision and intent. You kissed him like a woman with something to prove. Like a woman who had been watched, wanted, and worshipped, and had chosen—deliberately—to wreck him.

And oh God, were you doing just that.

His hands roamed without finesse, desperate to feel every inch of skin your dress dared to conceal. You guided him not with instruction, but with suggestion—a shift of your hips, a tilt of your mouth, a whimper against his tongue. You were not passive. You were not his passenger. You were the storm.

When you pulled away, just barely, lips slick and swollen, his eyes fluttered open—dazed and blown wide with disbelief.

“You taste like trouble,” he rasped, voice hoarse.

You tilted your head, letting your nails trail down the buttons of his shirt one by one. “You look like you want more.”

He did. Visibly. Painfully.

And yet—he hesitated.

“I shouldn't be—” he began, but your finger found his lips before he could complete his sentence.

“Thinking?” you asked, deceptively soft. “Is that what you're doing now, Jiyong?”

His Adam's apple bobbed. You could feel his pulse beneath your palm, racing.

“You don't want to think,” you whispered, shifting in his lap until the heat between your thighs pressed tighter against him. “You want to feel.”

He groaned, head tipping back against the cushions as though you had spoken some spell. Your lips brushed along the line of his jaw, open-mouthed kisses trailing heat and promise.

“You want to remember,” you continued, voice lower now, velvet and ruin, “what it is to be undone by someone who isn't afraid.”

He shuddered beneath you. Every word seemed to peel another layer of civility away.

“I'm—I'm not afraid,” he muttered, and the edge in his voice was more plea than protest.

You smiled, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.

“Prove it.”

And with that, he did.

He flipped you—effortlessly, breathlessly—so you lay beneath him on the plush velvet cushions, hair fanned out like a halo of temptation. His mouth found your throat, tongue tracing the delicate line where your pulse thundered, and he sucked marks and littered bites into your skin like he needed proof that this moment had happened. That you had been real. That—even if it were just for that night—you belonged to him, and he to you.

The heat between you sparked like dry kindling set to flame. Clothing became a battlefield of sliding silk and groaning seams. Your dress slid up inch by inch as his control crumbled piece by piece. Every kiss, every touch, every gasp you gifted him was another nail in the coffin of his composure.

And you reveled in it.

You arched beneath him, body pliant and burning, every sigh coaxed from your lips like a secret. He devoured each one with the same hunger he had kissed you—possessive, stunned, grateful. His hands roamed as though learning a language through touch. Your thighs fell open like a book, and yet he still had no rush to turn the pages. He looked at you as if worshipful, as if he had finally understood what it meant to covet something with your whole soul.

"You are..." he murmured against your breastbone, lips dragging slow and sinful over your skin. "Too much."

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to meet his eyes. “That is what makes it worth it.”

And when he sank into you, slow and thick and unrelenting, the breath left his lungs in a broken sound—dripping in pure devotion.

He moved with purpose. With need. With that rare, trembling ache of a man who had spent too long convincing himself he would never feel like this again. And you—you gave it to him. Every roll of your hips, every cry against his mouth, every sin whispered into the dark.

Yeah, you definitely made him feel alright.

And he did not dare stop. Not even when the world fractured around you, not when the only sounds left were your name and his groan and the wet, obscene music of bodies colliding.

When it ended—when your bodies fell still and your breath returned in jagged, grateful bursts—he did not let you go.

He stayed inside you. Stayed pressed to your skin like it was the only place he ever wanted to exist. You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him to your chest, the intimacy of that moment heavier than anything that had come before it.

And for once, Jiyong did not speak.

He simply breathed you in like salvation.

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[nikolaikwon]

He didn’t even think about it 😭

Well, the girl said what we all wanted to tell him.

JI, LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES, JUST ONE CHANCE, PLEASE 😭🙏

[angel-writes-here]

Desire in the Shadows

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader x Choi Seunghyun Synopsis: Fun times on vacation lead to fun times in the bedroom Warnings: SMUT! Protected p in v, oral (both receiving) praise kink, pet names such as kitten, good girl, baby, etc. Semi exhibitionism, fingering. A/N: I hope you guys like this! Comment to be added to my taglist! ❣ Requests are OPEN

Dinner was running smoothly; laughing, conversation, and a nice flow of drinks for the whole group, it was warm, inviting and felt a smidge nostalgic. Big Bang was on a short break in between their shows and the group decided a mini vacation was the perfect way to spend it.

Jiyong kept his hand on your thigh the whole night, and while you weren’t shy about your boyfriend’s PDA, you would catch Seunghyun staring sometimes. If he seen that you noticed, his attention would divert, almost always. But tonight, the alcohol does it’s thing and gives everyone a little bit of liquid courage.

Back at the hotel, Daesung, Taeyang and Seunghyun bid you and Jiyong good night. The two of you start the night off with a movie, but it quickly turns into steamy make out session, tongues battling each others, soft moans and chuckles against each other's mouths, and teeth that would nibble someone's bottom lip. Both of you blissfully unaware of the older member’s actions.

He sits in his room, trying to watch tv but the image of you in your dress from dinner, sitting across from him, the dim lighting letting him see just enough of your cleavage to make him nervous is burned into his brain. He can’t stop thinking about it.

So, he does what any man would do when he can’t stop thinking about his hyung’s girlfriend, he rubs one out.

Unable to ignore the tight feeling in his pants he begins to pump his own length, legs sprawled out, door locked, of course.

Slowly at first, curses fly out under his breath, his eyes are closed as he leans back, stroking himself to the image and his mind flows to what your mouth would feel like, the texture of your tongue against the thickness of his cock. How it would feel swirling around the head. He knew it was wrong; you loved Jiyong and Jiyong loved you, but he just couldn’t help himself, he was hard at dinner and thank God he was able to conceal it.

His heavy breathing fills the room upstairs, soft groans and moans follow shortly as he picks up the pace, spreading his precum over himself to make his hand move quicker, This isn't about taking his time, it's about getting off so he can be done with it. A warm coil forms in his belly, and your name falls from his lips in hushed whispers as he finds an inconsistent pace the closer and closer he gets. It’s not long before hot white streaks are coating his stomach and he’s trying to catch his breath.

Meanwhile you and Jiyong have decided to put the pool to good use. At first you're swimming, lightly splashing each other and having a good time, then you were looking out over the city at the edge of the infinity pool, the lights illuminating the sky.

Jiyong comes up behind you, pressing kisses to your neck, you sigh and lean back into him, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his tongue darting out over your skin. You hum in response and he chuckles against your skin.

His fingers brush your chest, nipples hard from the cool air. The sensation travels down into your belly. Jiyong mimics his movements and thus a moan leaves your throat.

“Shh, jagi,” he teases.

“Do you want us to get caught?” Jiyong’s smirk is evident in his face. You can feel his cock, hard and ready against your ass. Jiyong’s hand dips under the water, quickly finding your clit and begins to rub circles slow and teasing.

Your hips jerk and small whimpers fall from your lips as he feels your grind down under the water.

“Aww, pretty girl, you want me to go faster?” His voice drips with a mock sympathy.

“Please,” you whine.

-

Seunghyun finally calms down, taking a cigarette out and stepping out onto his little balcony that overlooks the pool. He see’s you and Jiyong at the edge, and starts to hear your whimpers and moans softly bouncing off the walls of the building. He takes a drag off the cigarette, listening to you, practically feeling you on his all ready hard again cock.

He closes his eyes, it’s one thing for it to be a fantasy, to imagine everything, but now he has a memory he can cling to; for better or worse.

-

Jiyong can sense it, someone’s watching, and so can you, but your too far gone to care who it is or why they're doing it. If they want a show, then they’ll get one.

“Baby I ne- ah, need you,” you choke out. Jiyong turns you around and he attaches his lips to your neck smirking.

“Patience baby,” he teases. You see Seunghyun standing on his balcony. Your eyes are wide as you notice he doesn’t move.

“Fuck, Jiyong,” you say just a little louder than necessary.

Jiyong’s mouth forms into a smile against your skin.

“Is it him?” He asks against your neck.

“Mhm, watching us.” You whisper in his ear.

“You,” Jiyong teases before nibbling on your earlobe. Jiyong wasn’t oblivious to Seunghyun’s crush on you. But he wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for you ran, either.

You’re so focused on Seunghyun, who just stands there, not totally unaware you’ve caught him, when Jiyong gently starts fucking his fingers into your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh out as your head is forced to drop onto his shoulder from the pleasure. Your breathing becomes heavier and by the time you have the strength to pick your head back up, Seunghyun is gone. Your heart races a little.

Your hips move in time with Jiyong’s thrusts, his long fingers hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuck, fuck,” you choke out in his ear. Your arms go around his shoulders, holding onto him as you can feel your orgasm build stronger and stronger. The water around you is sloshing and you’re doing your best to not wake up anyone sleeping around you.

Your mouth is pressed beside Jiyong’s ear, panting heavily, when you catch a glimpse of Seunghyun downstairs, just inside the doors. Your mouth drops open in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed for a second as your orgasm washes over you and your hips roll, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

“Fuck, he just seen me cum,” you whisper in his ear. Jiyong can only chuckle as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock.

“Now he can watch you get fucked,” he taunts as his hips move quickly. The water making waves around you.

“You wanted to get caught, didn’t you? Wanted him to see how pretty you look when you fall apart because of me? Hmm? So he watch you cum all over me and make a fucking mess?” he teases cockily. You groan in response, both form pleasure and small shred of embarrassment. You’d always wondered how bold Seunghyun would be. Tonight, you’re finding out.

Jiyong’s cock fills up every inch of your cunt, your nails dig into his bare skin as your breathing becomes more labored.

“Fuck, baby,” Jiyong curses as you clench around him. His hips snap against yours underwater.

“I can’t believe you wanted to get caught,” he laughs mainly to himself.

You can only whine in response, burying your head into his neck.

“Oh, so my hyung watching you get fucked turns you on,” he muses as a smirk appears on his face. He was teasing at first, but now he realizes you wanted this, maybe even fantasized about it. As your orgasm builds, Jiyong stills.

“Jiyong what the actual fuck,” you go to protest before he pulls out of you.

“Come on,” he huffs. The two of you get out of the pool and when you look, once again Seunghyun has disappeared. You towel dry off and you check his balcony; he isn’t there either.

“What are we doing?” Jiyong doesn’t answer. Only smirks and kisses your lips. He takes your hand and leads you inside.

“Go wash off,” he points to the bathroom once inside your room.

“Jiyong, seriously, you could’ve let me cum."

“Shh, stop protesting and trust me,” he winks. You do as he says and take off the damp swim suit, washing off in the shower. As the hot water cascades down your body, you hear the door to your room shut.

-

Seunghyun hears a knock on his door. When he see’s Jiyong his eyes grow wide and he slowly opens it, concealing the bottom half of his body behind it.

“Hey,” he says weakly, trying to look casual.

“You were watching us?” Jiyong can’t hide his smirk. Seunghyun’s face gives it all away.

“I, I, uh,” Seunghyun has no words.

“’s ok.” He shrugs.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He walks into the room. 

-

After the shower you walk out to see a sexy little set of lingerie that Jiyong had picked for you. He must have seen it and bought it while he was out shopping the day prior.

You slip it on and just as you’re sitting on the bed in a provocative pose, the door opens and you see Jiyong walk in, with Seunghyun in tow. Your eyes grow wide. Jiyong smirks at the sight before him.

“I-I didn’t know he was,” you scramble off the bed and Jiyong just walks over to you, both hands reaching up to rub your arms as Seunghyun stands on the other side of the room, he can’t quite make eye contact with you, but your eyes catch sight of the bulge in his pants. Your eyes widen and you look at Jiyong who has that knowing, cocky little smirk.

“It’s ok, you did exactly what you were supposed to.” He coaxes you back over to the bed.

“Come on, show me how beautiful you look,” he helps you move your body back to the way it was before they both entered. Seunghyun steals a glance at you, and what was meant to be a temporary flick of the eyes turned into him blatantly staring at you.

“God she’s gorgeous,” he groans. Jiyong smiles at you like you’re a prized painting he’s picked out.

“What do you say?” He taunts.

“T-thank you,” you blush under their gazes, Jiyong sliding in behind you pressing your back to his chest.

“I wanna watch,” he whispers in your ear and you glance at him, lip between your teeth.

“Come on, hyung.” Jiyong beckons. Seunghyun walks over, looking just over you, almost nervous to touch you.

“Tell him he can, kitten.”

You sit up from his back and take Seunghyuns hand, the nervous look on his face intensifies slightly as you pull him to you. You glance at his lips before you connect your yours to his.

Seunghyun follows you and gets on his knees as you lean back against Jiyong. Seunghyun moans into the kiss, eyes opening like he’s afraid he’s dreaming, only to see Jiyong placing feather like kisses onto your shoulders.

Seunghyun gathers a bit of courage and moves his lips to your neck, Jiyong doing the same thing at the same time. You gasp and their tongues dart out in unison to lick a stripe from your shoulder to just below your ear. The two move in sync, either together doing the same thing, or one right after the other. Your head is spinning when you feel Seunghyun’s hand rub gently over your clothed slit.

You whimper in response.

“Use your words,” Seunghyun reminds you playfully.

“Don’t tease me,” you squirm.

“Patience Jagi. I told him to take his time,” Jiyong whispers as his hands move to your chest, nipples hard through the thin material.

You feel each boy pull down a strap from the top and it’s swiftly removed. Seunghyun takes a moment to drink in your appearance.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” He smirks at you. Seunghyun nods like he’s all ready gone dumb.

He leans in and kisses your lips once more before attaching his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue around, flicking the hard bud.

“You want me too or just him?” Jiyong asks. Thought of both of them had you squeezing your thighs together.

You glance at Jiyong and look at his face closely.

“I want you both,” you gasp as Jiyong’s finger lightly squeeze’s your unattended nipple. He moans.

“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear causing you to shudder. You can feel the heat radiating from your pussy. Your thighs rub together as Jiyong wraps his mouth around your other nipple and both of them flick and stimulate you. They both look up at you through their lashes.

You’re leaning back against the pillows when your feel two hands go up the inside of your thighs; one is Seunghyun’s and one is Jiyong’s. Seunghyun abandons your breast, your nipple getting harder as the cool air hits it.

He kisses down your stomach, glancing at Jiyong, who kisses his way back up to your lips. Your mouth is open and his tongue runs across yours when you feel Seunghyun play with the straps of your panties, he playfully snaps one against you and you jump a little, eliciting a quiet chuckle from him.

Jiyong bites your lip gently before pulling away. He allows you to look at his Hyung as he settles between your legs once your panties are gone.

“Come on, watch him,” he mumbles and you blush as Jiyong nibbles on the skin on your neck.

Seunghyun spreads your soaked folds with his fingers.

“God you’re already this wet?”

“She got off on you watching her,” he teases and you whine, wanting to hide your face.

“Ah, ah, ah, good girls watch their boyfriend’s best friend eat their pussy. You watch and I’ll let you cum for him.” Your cunt clenches around nothing and Seunghyun takes that as his cue to start. He kitten licks at your clit, testing to be sure you’re comfortable. When your hips push down to him, he starts swirling his tongue in more consistent circles, making your back arch off the back of the bed.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan out. Seunghyun grins, his hips pressing down into the bed a little as he starts to rut.

“Fuck this is hot,” Jiyong groans against your ear.

“Watching him take care of you, you falling apart,” he captures your lips in a possessive kiss as Seunghyun’s tongue teasingly sticks in your hole tasting you.

He goes back to licking and lapping at your sensitive bud. You watch as Seunghyun quickly raises up a little and puts two of his fingers near your mouth.

“Suck them,” he says dominantly. Once again, your walls contract around nothing. He watches as his fingers disappear and his cock starts leaking as he feels the way your tongue swirls around them. Once they’re wet enough, he sticks his face back down in your heat and plunges his fingers into you, making you gasp and arch off the bed again. His fingers curl just enough to hit your g spot, your eyes almost brimming with tears once Jiyong plays with your nipples again, the stimulation feeling phenomenal and slightly over-whelming.

“Fuck, I’m, ah,” you whimper. Your hips roll with Seunghyun’s movements and he’s practically drunk on you, just content with making you feel as good as ever.

“Ah, fuck,” you hear Jiyong whimper as you look over and see his hand in his pants.

“Come, fuck,” your eyes shut at the intense feeling, “come here,” you pant as he inches closer. You replace his hand with your own, teasing him slightly as you pump his cock for him, his head falling back.

“Fuck,” he groans. Seunghyun speeds up his movements, your orgasm beginning to form causing your hand to quickly lose its initial rhythm.

“’s ok, jagi,” he pants slowly helping you take your hand off and replacing it with his own, wanting you to enjoy every ounce of pleasure you can.

“Ji,” you whimper over at him, the wet sounds filling the room.

“Go ahead,” he groans.

Your pleasure crashes into you like a truck, white stars appearing in your vision briefly as your body leaves the bed for a moment, your head digging into the mattress.

Your breathing is rapid and uncontrolled as Seunghyun beings to clean you up with his warm and smooth tongue, the ceiling being the only thing you can somewhat focus on until you feel Seunghyun’s lips just above your navel.

He kisses his way back to your lips, his tongue brushing yours.

“All fours,” he commands and you nod, too stimulated to speak at the moment.

You do as your told, Jiyong quickly tossing Seunghyun a condom. You hear the packet open and you lick your lips, watching your boyfriends cock leak precum.

“You want it?” He inches over to you and you look up at him as Seunghyun slides the condom on. Jiyong’s cock hits your lips a few times like he’s teasing you.

“Can you imagine if housekeeping came in? They’d see you and instantly see how you’re well you’re doing, taking both our cocks so well.” He praises and you close your eyes as the thought gives you a rush.

“Open.” He says and at the same time Seunghyun slams into you quickly, your mouth involuntarily opening from the pleasure it sends through you.

You choke out a moan before taking Jiyong’s cock into your mouth slowly bobbing your head as Seunghyun sets as steady pace. Jiyong can feel your moans and groans vibrate through him, the feeling magical and surreal.

You can feel Seunghyun’s fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck you’re taking my cock so well, ah,” he hisses as he looks down, watching it disappear and reappear with every thrust.

“Such a good girl for us,” Jiyong praises with love and adoration in his eyes as he strokes your cheek.

“So, fucking good,” Seunghyun pants as his thrusts get quicker. Your muffled shriek comes out as you feel him hit and practically abuse your sweet spot, the pleasure becoming overwhelming in the best way possible.

You do your best to keep a good rhythm for Jiyong, but it’s no use. So instead, he has you sit still.

“Tap me if it’s too much,” he murmurs before rocking his own hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat, triggering a gag that’s muffled.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Seunghyun mumbles.

“Just watch how good she does” Jiyong says as his hips start slamming into you, his cock choking you slightly as he feels your cheeks slide around his cock. He throws his head back, his orgasm approaching swiftly. It's hot, sticky, sweet and salty mixed together.

Jiyong.

“You’re doing so damn good. Taking it like a pro,” your pussy clenches around Seunghyun at Jiyong’s breathless words.

“Fucking hell, keep doing that,” he pants. Jiyong smirks knowing how his words of praise effect you.

“My pretty girl, all fucked out and still listening so well,” he praises.

“Do a good job and make him feel good,” your eyes close as, once again your walls clench.

Seunghyun slams into you with fury, Jiyong’s cock falling out of your mouth as your head drops, fingers grasping the sheets beneath you as another orgasm rips through you.

“Ah, ah, fuck,” Seunghyun chokes out as he fills the condom with his load. He pulls out of you, taking off the condom and tying it up. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

“One more baby girl, one more,” he kisses your lips sweetly, then your forehead before he takes Seunghyun’s place. Jiyong rolls on his own condom, swiftly filling you back up. The over stimulation causing your body to tremble.

“Give me a second,” you pant as you feel him leave kisses on your shoulder blade.

“You’re doing so good, such a good girl for us,” he whispers and you take a deep breath. Seunghyun watches intently.

Jiyong slowly starts to move, his hips easy and unrushed, both of you moaning as your walls immediately begin to close around him at the full feeling.

You look over at Seunghyun who looks totally fucked out.

“Come here,” you beckon him over, instantly putting his cock in your mouth. He hisses as your tongue swirls over his head, you tongue flat against his slit.

“Ah,” his hips jerk, forcing your nose to his pelvic bone.

“Mm, fuck. Doing so good,” Jiyong grunts as his hand reaches around to rub your clit. You whimper against Seunghyun’s cock that’s all ready twitching and you’re close to your own orgasm once again.

“Fuck just a little more, come on you can do it.” He starts slamming his hips into you brutally, skin slapping skin fills the otherwise quiet room. Seunghyun matches his speed and as if a giant wave hits, the three of you explode at the same time.

Jiyong into the condom.

You all over his cock.

Seunghyun down your throat.

The two boys pull out of you at the same time, both flopping on the bed. You fall on your side, facing Seunghyun as Jiyong crawls in behind you, peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

“That was amazing, y/n,” Seunghyun compliments.

“I told you she’s great,” Jiyong says proudly making you hide your face in Seunghyun’s neck. When you go to stand to get in the shower, Seunghyun practically catches you from your wobbly legs. He smiles pridefully at you.

“You ok?” You swat his chest playfully.

You nod sheepishly. The boys exchange a smirk.

The shower is large enough for the three of you and warm, the three of you step in there together, mainly so you don’t fall. Seunghyun washes your back for you while Jiyong works on your front, lathering the soap. Seunghyun washes over the curve of your ass, giving it a small squeeze.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Jiyong asks as he rubs the loofa over your stomach.

“Mhm,” you say still in a slight daze. One that makes Jiyong chuckle and his heart swell.

“Is it something you think we need to do again?” Seunghyun whispers in your ear. You crane your neck to look up at him and nod.

“Mhm,” you bring his neck down for a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you smile lazily at him as Jiyong washes the front of your legs. Once he’s back on his feet, you kiss him.

“Thank you,” you smile letting your foreheads rest together again. The three of you alternate washing duties. After your shower, you put on one of Jiyong’s shirts and a fresh pair of panties and cuddle up to both of them, falling asleep in between them.

“She’s so pretty when she sleeps,” Seunghyun compliments quietly. Jiyong nods, looking down at you with pride.

“You want wake her in the morning?” Seunghyun smirks and Jiyong nods, knowing exactly what his friend is talking about.

-

The next morning, your stir awake to a tongue lapping little circles on your bud, Seunghyun smiles down at you as your face is twisted in pleasure and still a little sleep. You can’t help but writhe beside him as Jiyong’s tongue claims your heat.

“Good morning, princess,” Seunghyun’s morning voice says in your ear. You shutter at how deep and sexy it sounds. A whimper escapes you and before you can protest, Seunghyun’s lips are attaching to your neck, biting down on it causing a small mark.

“God you’re so sexy in the morning,” Seunghyun rasps. You kiss his lips passionately as your hand pushes Jiyong further into you. Your foreheads rest together as you cum, your breaths short and labored.

Jiyong climbs up, flipping the blankets off of his head with a wide gummy grin.

“Morning, Jagiya,” he smiles as he practically lays on top of you to kiss you. You hum into it, not ready to leave the bed.

“Can’t we stay here all day,” you slightly pout.

“We have to leave the room, babe.” Seunghyun says with a kiss to your forehead before getting up.

Downstairs you meet Daesung and Taeyang for breakfast. They’re at the table when the three of you walk in. Both of them wearing knowing smirks.

“What?” you ask, a faint blush painted onto your cheeks.

“Did you guys sleep ok last night?” Daesung asks with a grin wider than normal.

“Slept fine,” you shrug.

“Sounded like it,” Taeyang says before the two fall into roars of laughter. You blush and hide your face in Jiyong’s neck.

“Hey, don’t be jealous we got her and you didn’t.” Jiyong teases.

“Wait, what do you mean we?” Now all of you are blushing a shade of pink as you sit down to have breakfast.

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[petersasteria]

No Way (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce.

A/N: If you haven't read part 1 yet, I highly suggest you do so. Thank you for all the love for part 1. As promised, here is part 2. Enjoy! Special shout out to @currentloser for helping me brainstorm!

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Ever since that night you confronted Ji-yong, he made it his mission to make you want to get a divorce. He kept pushing you away, arguing with you whenever it's just the two of you, coming home late and making you see the marks his mistress left, and overall, driving you insane. He even decided to sleep in his office.

"Ji-yong, if you'll use the bathroom and see that there's no toilet paper, go and put a new one!" You said, exasperated.

He shrugged, "You have hands, don't you? Do it yourself. Also, you were already in there. What's the use of telling me off, if you're already there to refill it?"

He didn't look at you. In fact, he's never looked your way since that night. He avoided you at all costs while making sure he annoyed the living shit out of you. He continued watching tv with a smug grin.

"That's not even-" You sighed and put a hand on your hip. You hung your head low, closed your eyes, and pinched the bridge of your nose with your other hand. You stayed like that for about 3 seconds before standing properly, "I get that you want a divorce, but I don't. I know in your head, we're technically separated, but all I'm asking for is your cooperation."

His smug look faded and he rolled his eyes.

"We live in the same roof. You and I need to help each other and if you don't want our daughter to find out about our marital problems, then help me." You pleaded.

Days go by, and he's still the same.

"Ji-yong, if you want me to still wash your clothes, put them in the laundry basket!!" "Why should I if you're just going to pick up all my clothes, anyway?"

"Don't touch those cookies, Ji! Their for our daughter and her friends. They'll be sleeping over, remember?" "So? Bake a new batch. If you're able to make two dozen cookies now, you can make them again." "I know, but these are special cookies with specific requests from our girl and her friends. Can you not gobble all of the cookies? It's really stressful to make." "So, why'd you make them if it's stressful to make? Geez, Y/N. You're so stupid."

"Hey, I was watching that!" "I don't care, Y/N. There's a tv in our shared room, right? Go use that. There's no tv where I sleep, so this tv is mine."

"Where were you, Y/N?!" "I was at a friend's house. She had a baby shower and-" "I don't actually care where you go or who you see. I was just asking where you were because there's no warm food waiting for me." "You've been here the whole day, and you didn't cook for yourself?" "No. Besides, you said in our wedding vows that you'll cook for me forever. Since we're not divorced, that promise is still a go. Well? What're you doing just standing there? Chop chop!"

Kwon Ji-yong knew his words and actions were a guarantee to break your heart. He loved every single second seeing you frown, hearing you sigh, seeing your tired eyes, and watching your jaw drop after he says something horrific. Leaning back on his office chair, he lets out a satisfied chuckle before lighting a cigarette. Once again, he was satisfied in breaking your heart. He stared out the window for a while in deep satisfaction as he gave a few puffs of his cigarette. His smug grin, never leaving his pretty face. His phone vibrated on the desk and when he checked to see who it was, his smiled a real smile to see that it was his mistress.

"Hey, pretty girl." He answered the FaceTime call with a wide grin before crushing his cigarette on the cigarette bowl and leaving it there.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, holding back tears as you cleaned Ji-yong's mess. Glass was scattered everywhere and he didn't even bother to clean it up. According to him, your favorite mug fell when he went to get his mug and he didn't clean it up because he was in a hurry, despite not having anywhere to go.

You were tired. Boy, were you tired. Everyday, you keep fighting for your marriage and if it wasn't clear before, it was crystal clear now. Kwon Ji-yong didn't want you anymore. The realization started to sink in as you picked up the big glass shards of your favorite mug, tears threatening to spill. That mug held sentimental value to you and he knew that. It was your grandfather's mug and you got it from his things when he passed on. Your grandfather raised you and he was able to see yours and Ji-yong's wedding. A month later, he died in his sleep. It broke you, but Ji-yong was there to hold you. With your current situation, as you stared at the glass in your hand, you wondered what your grandfather would've done if you tell him all this. You didn't care if you looked crazy, but you kept all the glass shards, placed it in a small box and kept it in your drawer. You didn't have the heart to throw it away and that shattered mug is a reminder of when you realized Ji-yong no longer cared or loved you. It was hard to accept, but you'll have to do the same.

Suddenly, you wanted the divorce too. However, your thoughts immediately go to your beautiful daughter: Kwon Seo-yeon. She's only 6 years old and you didn't want her to experience this at a young age. So, you've decided to stay in this one-sided, loveless marriage with Ji-yong for the sake of Seo-yeon.

The next day, Ji-yong woke up feeling sprightly. He stretched his whole body as he let out a big yawn before reaching for the glass of milk waiting on his makeshift bedside table. Although, the glass of milk he was wanting to drink, wasn't there anymore. With his face contorting in confusion, he slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, and checked again.

It truly wasn't there. Usually, you would wake up earlier than him just to make him breakfast and prepare a full glass of milk for him to drink when he wakes up. He frowned a little bit when it wasn't there. He threw off the blankets from his lap and he got out of bed.

He walked around your shared luxury apartment, humming to himself. He noticed that the apartment was too quiet. It was a weekend and usually, he would hear the tv playing Seo-yeon's cartoons as she sat on the floor and colored. He would also hear pots and pans clanking as you prepared food for the three of you.

Now, it was silent. He didn't like it one bit. He was going to play music from his phone, but quickly realized he left it in his office. As he walked back, he saw the door of your shared room slightly open. He took a peek and he saw you curled up in bed, wide awake, staring at the blank wall.

He slowly pushed the door open and said, "Hey, where's Seo-yeon?"

"With your sister. Play date." You replied in a quiet voice.

He nodded and asked, "How about food? You didn't cook and you didn't prepare my glass of milk." He said with arms crossed.

You slowly sat up, stretched, and looked at him. Not having the energy to deal with his pompous ass, you shrugged. "We're technically separated, right? You have your own world now. Make it yourself."

Ji-yong's jaw dropped as he watched you move around your once shared room and walked past him. He huffed before walking back to his office-turned-bedroom and slammed the door.

It went on like this for a while. He started to notice new things about you.

How you'd keep quiet when he'd steal cookies from Seo-yeon's cookie jar. How you'd keep quiet after seeing all the mess he made. How you'd just replace the toilet paper without yelling at him to do it himself. How you'd given up in arguing with him.

It didn't make sense to him. He looked forward to your arguments and he didn't like that everyday it was anti-climactic with you these days. It was like you didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore.

He sat there and stared at you as you and Seo-yeon talked about her day with her cousin. After a long time, it was his first time looking at you. Like, really looking at you. He saw your tired eyes, chapped lips from dehydration, uncombed hair, and you lost an unhealthy amount of weight.

He frowned at your appearance. He didn't like what he saw. He wasn't disgusted, but he was sad that you didn't take care of yourself anymore.

When lunch was over, he stood by the kitchen island as he watched you wash dishes. "Y/N..." He called softly.

"What?" You said as you continued washing.

"Is there something wrong? I just-" Ji-yong started as he walked towards you. "I'm a little bit worried about you. You don't look healthy. Are you okay? Is something going on at work? I mean, despite this thing between us, you can still talk to me. You know that, right? Just knock on my door and-"

"Knock it off, Ji-yong. I'm fine." You snapped and looked at him. You saw how his eyes widened in surprise. You could tell he didn't expect that. "It's not your place anymore, remember? Go see your mistress."

Ji-yong frantically looked around to see if Seo-yeon was there and sighed in relief when she wasn't. "As much as I want to, she's on vacation with her friends."

You snickered, "Paid by you? I didn't ask where she was and I don't care. Get out of my face." You continued washing the dishes as he stared at you for a while. He didn't who you were anymore which is ironic because he knew you would've said the same thing about him.

The next few months were awfully quiet. The only noise would come from Seo-yeon whenever she'd laugh, sing, dance, and play pretend with Daesung, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun. You and Ji-yong never speak to each other anymore unless there's a family function coming up.

One day, Ji-yong comes home early from practice and was surprised to see Daesung there with Seo-yeon. 'Is she dating Daesung now?' He thought.

'She wouldn't do that to me. Daesung wouldn't do that either.' He assured himself.

Daesung looked at his direction and smiled widely. "Ji-yong!! Look, Seo-yeon, your appa is here!"

Seo-yeon smiled and waved cutely as Ji-yong walked up to her to give her a big hug and kiss.

"I missed you so much, princess. What did you do at school today?" Ji-yong asked, his smile reaching his eyes.

He loved Seo-yeon. All his life he knew he wanted to be a dad and he was extremely elated when he found out you were pregnant. Seo-yeon was his carbon copy; his solid mini me. When she was born, he didn't want to let her go. She's a daddy's girl and he spoiled her endlessly. It made him sad every time he went to work and it made him even sadder when she started going to school. That meant rarely seeing her, but if working would mean he could give Seo-yeon everything in the world, he'd work harder than the devil. He loved being her dad and he wouldn't mind if there was another one on the way, but the universe had different plans.

He met his mistress at a bar. She was a dancer and he was mesmerized by the way she moved and when he got to know her, he immediately fell in love. It was true; she was nothing like you. Both of you were at different ends of the spectrum. It was slow with you, but with her, everything was fast-paced, rushed, exciting, and exhilarating. Ultimately, he was more hyper-fixated on her than he was with you. It wasn't the first time either. When he first cheated on you, it was a mistake, but he got thrilled over the thought of being caught, so kept meeting this girls. But this dancer? She was different. She was his muse now. He wanted to bring her everywhere, but he knew he couldn't. It has to be a secret.

"-and we colored! Then uncle Daesung picked me up." Seo-yeon said cheerfully. Ji-yong smiled brightly at his carbon copy and said, "Really?" Before turning to look at Daesung, who was busy looking at Seo-yeon. Daesung loved her like his own.

"Seo-yeon, tell your appa what we did before going home." Daesung said excitedly. Ji-yong couldn't help, but chuckle at Daesung's excitement. He knew he was being irrational with his thoughts. Besides, Daesung is a brother to him.

Ji-yong looked at Seo-yeon, "What did you do?"

"We had ice cream!" Seo-yeon cheered.

Daesung shook his head, "You're being too humble! I swear, she's just like you, Ji-yong."

'I hope not.' He thought.

"She bought a sandwich and gave it to an old man! You and Y/N are raising such a lovely daughter and I'm honored that I get to witness it. She's so kind and helpful!" Daesung praised as he gave Seo-yeon a high-five.

After a few more minutes of spending time with Seo-yeon and Daesung, Ji-yong stood up to go to his room and freshen up. After that, he was surprised to see Daesung right outside his door.

"You scared me!" Ji-yong exclaimed.

"Sorry." Daesung said shyly. "May I come in?"

"Sure."

"I just wanted to talk to you about Y/N." Daesung started. "Is there something wrong with her?"

"Not that I know of, why?" Ji-yong asked, intrigued.

"It's just that she wrote down my name as Seo-yeon's guardian at school. She's also been asking me to pick her up from school everyday. There's no problem with that because Seo-yeon is like a daughter to me. It just makes me wonder because I know Y/N likes to spend time with Seo-yeon and I know she treasures that little time she has with Seo-yeon before she runs off to play with you." Daesung explained.

"What do you mean by 'she treasures that little time she has with Seo-yeon'?" Ji-yong questioned, raising a brow.

"Well, Y/N told me that after she tucked Seo-yeon in bed one time, she sleepily confessed that she liked you better than she liked Y/N." Daesung said sadly, knowing that it wasn't his place to tell.

"What? How come Y/N never told me this? I mean I'm... I'm her husband, after all." Ji-yong frowned. Husband. He hasn't referred to himself as your husband in such a long time that it's weird to even say out loud.

"She also started losing weight. If it's her choice, then I'm proud and happy for her. It's just that I feel her weight loss was done in an unhealthy manner." Daesung shared. Both were lost in thought until Daesung broke the silence. "You know what? I'll just ask her myself. We talk all the time, anyway."

Before Ji-yong could say anything, Daesung left the room to go find you. He wasn't able to speak to you because dinner was ready and you wanted everyone to sit and eat. Ji-yong sat next to you and put a hand on top of yours, squeezing it lightly. You hastily removed your hand from his, not knowing Daesung saw the exchange.

Daesung offered to help you clean up after dinner as Ji-yong volunteered to help Seo-yeon clean up and tuck her into bed.

Ji-yong loved Seo-yeon. He let her know every day. Her picture is in his wallet and his lockscreen. He looked at his daughter fondly as she picked out a story book she wanted Ji-yong to read. He sat on her bed patiently as she picked out 'The Hare and The Tortoise'.

She giddily sat down next to Ji-yong as she handed him the book. "Do the voices like uncle Seung-hyun."

"Eh? Seung-hyun? He read this to you?" Ji-yong asked, his brows furrowed. She nodded, "Last time he was here, he read that for me with funny voices. He picked me up from school because uncle Daesung had an emerenie."

"Emergency." Ji-yong corrected.

"Yes, emergency!" Seo-yeon smiled innocently. "Will you read to me, appa?"

Ji-yong kissed the top of her head and started reading. Meanwhile, you were in the dining area with Daesung. All the plates, pots, pans, and glasses were already back in their respective places. Both of you were talking in hushed voices while drinking the wine Seung-hyun gave you the other day.

"Y/N, you can tell me anything. Please don't be scared. I saw your interaction with Ji a while ago." Daesung pleaded. "You don't have to suffer alone. I'm your best friend too."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you because I do want to. It's just that if I say it, it's real." You whispered, not trusting your voice. Daesung nodded, "Okay. I won't force you. If you change your mind, I'm just a phone call away."

You didn't know, but Ji-yong heard the conversation after tucking Seo-yeon in bed. He wasn't blind to not see your slow decline. He didn't like it.

As Ji-yong laid in bed that night, he thought about what Daesung told him, he thought about you, and he thought about Seo-yeon basically telling you that he was her favorite. It was all so stressful and if he were in your shoes, he'd slowly sink down too. He couldn't sleep. He checked the time and sighed to himself. It was 1AM and he was wide awake. Wanting to shrug these thoughts off, he got out of his bed (it was a couch that could turn into a bed) and walked out of his room to watch tv.

He passed by your room and stopped when he heard you crying. You were sniffing and his heart broke to hear your broken voice.

"He's had multiple affairs, Dae." You cried into the phone. Daesung was on speaker. You cried for the first time in forever. It felt good to let it all out after holding it in for a long time.

"Y/N! How come you never told me?" Daesung gasped.

"I didn't want you or anyone else to change your views on him. I know deep down he's a good person. I know he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's also a really good father." You explained through your tears.

"Yes, but he's a terrible partner." Daesung said, as you cried even more. Daesung wished he was there to offer his shoulder for you to cry on. "You need a hug." He added.

You nodded, even though he wouldn't see it. "Yeah, I do." Both of you chuckled sadly.

Ji-yong's heart dropped. Now, Daesung knew about his affair. Daesung would probably tell Taeyang and Seung-hyun. He wasn't ready. He didn't know how to feel especially when you listed the good things about him and Daesung ending it with him being a bad partner.

"You should've told me or Taeyang or Seung-hyun." Daesung said, also on the brink of crying. He truly empathized with you. His heart broke to hear his best friend crying, making him want to cry too. "We would've helped you, Y/N. You know that." He said, voice cracking as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Ji-yong's heart broke even more. It was at that moment, he knew he ruined everything.

"Dae, it's fine. I don't care anymore." You said as you carried the weight of your emotions. "I'll just sign the papers. As much as I love Seo-yeon, I know she'll be happier with her dad. Why do you think I ask you to pick her up instead? She doesn't want me. As painful as it is getting my heartbroken over my husband's affair, my daughter's feelings toward me hurts twice more."

"But Y/N-"

"I've made up my mind, Dae. I planned it all out in my head already. I've already started to look for a place to live. It's much smaller and a lot farther, but I'd like to start fresh. Don't you think I deserve that?"

"Of course you do." He replied, wiping his tears. "I'll miss my best friend, though."

"We can see each other, but maybe not right away. I can handle myself." You said, voice hoarse from all the crying.

Ji-yong couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that you were ready to leave him. He didn't know why he was feeling that way, especially when he was the one who asked for a divorce. He wanted to open the door and pull you in for a tight hug, but he knew he couldn't do that anymore.

"I'm busy tomorrow, but maybe Seung-hyun could go out with you as a distraction? I know he's been dying to spend time with you after being away shooting a movie. He told me he wanted to catch up with you the other day when he picked Seo-yeon up from school, but you told him you were sick that's why he didn't push it."

You chuckled lightly, voice still laced with hurt. "That'd be nice. Maybe I do need a distraction. I'm sure Kwon Ji-yong wouldn't mind taking care of Seo-yeon."

"Wow, full name basis." Daesung joked.

"Yeah. Can you text him for me?"

"Way ahead of you. He already agreed."

"Thanks. You're the best." You smiled a genuine smile. "Let's sleep now. I have a very important date tomorrow. Besides, I want to feel good about myself for once. I've been feeling ugly since..."

"Hey, stop that. Let's not mention her. She's irrelevant. Go and enjoy your day with Seung-hyun tomorrow. I'm sure he's excited to tell you all about his new movie. Go gave fun and go dress up the way you want to. If Ji-yong doesn't care, let him be. He's my best friend too, but I won't tolerate this behavior."

"Thanks, Dae. Good night." You said.

"Good night, Y/N!" Daesung said before hanging up.

Ji-yong stood outside the door. He finally got what he wanted, but why did he feel this way?

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A/N: hope you guys liked it! lmk ur thoughts! hehe. might make this into 3 parts

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there was no other choice

kwon ji-yong x reader

contents warnings: yandere!gd, manipulation, generally creepy man

word count: 4008

summary: After a water leak damages your apartment, Ji-yong kindly invites you to stay at his place, and it slowly dawns on you how planned this all seemed..

( ao3 link ) • part 1 • part 3

“You can't be serious.”

Despite your words, the reality of the situation couldn't be any clearer than what was before you: water dripping down from your ceiling, forming a puddle in the ground in front of you. When you first woke to a leak that started precariously above your head and dampening your clothes, you thought it couldn't get any worse. Forcing yourself out of bed and following the water pipes, however, it only kept going.

From your bedroom to the small basement underneath your apartment left a trail of water. You glared at the traitorous water pipe above your head, still slowly trickling. Your clothes were damp, your sleep was interrupted- now this. The puddle was already creeping up to your shoes and you sighed, wiping your hand over your face. This was just your luck.

Sparing a glance over to Ji-yong, his face was pressed into a concerned frown at the sight of the state of your apartment, and of course worried toward you, “I told you this apartment was falling apart. Have you called your landlord?”

Waving him off with a small scoff, “I did,” you mutter and nod and return your gaze to the growing puddle in the middle of the floor, “He said he’ll send someone tomorrow.”

You kicked at a towel you had placed on the floor in a vain attempt to stop its spread, pushing it further to the point it began to float on the surface, Right now, it seemed life was playing a cruel joke on you. At least you had Ji-yong beside you, squishing the drenched fabric beneath your foot and stepping back.

Beside you, Ji-yong exhaled through his nose and clicked his tongue in thought before casually starting, his voice gentle- “Well, you can't stay here tonight.”

Surprised by the interruption, your head snapped toward the man beside you. Of course not. When there was the growing threat of drowning- not really- in your own home, it would only be better to leave. You inwardly cursed your landlord for not even offering to cover a hotel stay for you, or at least refunding some of your deposit as repayment for this hassle.

“It's not safe,” The idol interrupts your thoughts again, his eyes drifting to the dripping lead as the droplet splashes out against the wood. It spread further yet again, ruining the once-nice flooring there, “You could slip, or–” He festered vaguely, his hand motioning over the puddle.

The list of possible disasters was, of course, too long to name.

“Right. I can just get a hotel,” You nod, already beginning to reach for your phone waiting in your pocket.

Beside you, Ji-yong chuckled, fond and amused at your actions, “A hotel?” He tilted his head, stepping closer.

Beneath him, waves formed in the water and soaked into the side of his shoe. It should've bothered him, the way it would surely drown the fabric of his sock as well. He just stayed there instead of shying away or pulling out of the water, and he continued to speak yet again, “Why would you waste your money when you could just stay with me?”

Bold, the man in front of you reached out and his touch even began to graze your wrist. In a moment of shock, you tug away slightly. You forgot you had gone to grab your phone, letting your hands return to your side at his proposal. In shock from just how forward this man was, you open your mouth to argue. Just as they part, he’s speaking again before you can disagree.

“It's just for one night,” He hums, so certain of himself, “It makes the most sense, doesn't it?”

Usually, his demeanor was so sweet and gentle. He laughed a lot, fidgeted, and stuck himself close to you. When you got to know him, he was always a sweetheart that doted after you. There was something different about the Ji-yong in front of you now, bold enough to invite you over to his house when you had never visited before. Sure, the two of you visited often and you would consider him a good friend, but his house…?

Your fingers tightened at your side, grabbing at the rough fabric of your shirt. It took a moment for your breath to come back to you. Reluctance crept up your chest, your breath faltered for a moment. Something wasn't right, and yet you couldn't place your finger on what.

Ji-yong smoothes it over with a warm smile, tilting his head at your silence. “We’ve known each other a while now. I'd love for you to stay over.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you step backward from the close contact. His foot is still in the water and he's suddenly so close, you need the space to breathe. Away from the growing water feature in front of you two, and Ji-yong steps closer yet again. There's a little more distance between you this time, but he’s not letting you get too far away yet.

“I mean… I’ve never been to your place before,” You pointed out, hesitant, “It's kind of intimate, isn't it?”

Ji-yong blinked, long and slow, almost like an owl.

Then- he laughed.

It's his usual giggle you're used to, his hands flying to his chest as he hides behind his head and fidgets with his shirt. He steps back into the puddle, sending more waves through it and soaking his shoes further. Those were probably designer, now soaked and he didn't seem to care. He stepped forward again, out of the puddle to dry land in front of you.

“Intimate?” He asks, still smiling, “You act like we aren’t close.”

Of course, he’s right. He had always been there by your side, always attentive to your every need. His knack for remembering the things you couldn't, chores you had to tend after, and even your favorite snacks. The two of you became close so easily, it was easy to forget how long you two had been close. It felt like you had known him for as long as you could remember. Especially when you’d desired to become even closer to him, perhaps it was all a blessing in disguise.

Ji-yong hums, tapping his chin, “Besides,” He continues, “I already know everything about you.”

As light-hearted as it is, your stomach responds by tightening up. It's endearing, and creepy all at once. The way his smile stretches just a bit too wide. He's just being friendly, you tell yourself. It's only natural if he’d known you for so long, to know so much about you, and for the two of you to end up easy partners.

“Well,” He shrugged, tilting his chin to gesture behind him, “If you'd rather stay in a puddle, be my guest.”

A pause hung in the air, his gaze expectant toward you.

The water was still dripping from the ceiling, and even though the noise managed to fade into the background, now it seemed much louder. Thumping along with the beat of your heart with the proposition before you and Ji-yong getting closer to you.

“The whole floor might be weakened,” He paused, giving space for a splash between his words, “Or, you can just come with me.”

Tightening your fingers into fists, you exhale slowly through clenched teeth. His aura was all a playful demeanor, light-hearted as he always managed to be. His voice is gentle and welcoming.

“You’re right. It's only for a night, after all,” You finally give in, much to his delight.

Ji-yong’s smile stretches out, grabbing around your shoulders and pulling you into a quick hug and practically tearing you out of your flooded apartment. You don't have time to think about grabbing clothing or any of your belongings besides those with you before you’re in the backseat of his car as his driver whisked the two of you away. Soft music filled the right, Ji-yong sneaking glances at you from his seat as the car traveled across the city.

The car drive seems to fly by as the door is opened to you, leading you inside his home.

Ji-yong’s house is… nice.

Almost surprisingly, the inner decor isn't flashy, just a warm and well-kept room. From a man who loved to dress up and show off to the paparazzi, you would've expected something less humble. His inside didn't match his persona, but that was almost reassuring. Around you, a familiar scent floated in the air. It was clean, something you could nearly recognize, just on the tip of your tongue.

Stopping at the front, you take your shoes off and put them to the side before stepping onto the warmed floor. Beside you, Ji-yong copies your actions and slips off his jacket, hanging it off to the side.

“Make yourself at home,” He hummed, a clear invitation as he stepped past you and bowed, showing off the space.

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes drift over the well-decorated space. Everything was pristine, the couch pillows fluffed. On the table in front of the couch, a ceramic mug waited with steam still curling off from the top of it. Unable to help yourself, you raise an eyebrow at it. All of this happened suddenly, and yet, Ji-yong caught your shifting expression.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with a sparkle of mischief in his eye.

Shaking this strange feeling off, you remind yourself he's only being a good friend. Looking out for you, perhaps he'd told someone to make a tea for him in advance. Yes, that was it. Finally, you step inside and cringe slightly as you feel your clothes drip onto his nicely heated wooden floor.

Ji-yong is still watching, clicking his tongue, “I'll grab you a towel.”

He disappeared into the hall, leaving you alone. Properly taking in your surroundings, out of the corner of your eye you can't help but notice his bookshelf decorated with photos. You stepped closer, eyeing a framed photo on the center shelf and raising an eyebrow. You recognize yourself in the photo, you were surprised he would have one of you in the first place. Worse, though, you weren't exactly sure when the photo was taken. Behind you, you could recognize your favorite café- but there was something so candid about the photo.

A slight blur at the edges of your face, not even looking in the camera's direction. Grabbing the photo up to take a better look is all the confirmation you need. You had no idea when he could've taken something like this. Ji-yong had always been the type to sneak away or hang on the edges of your vision to snap pictures of you and share them on his Instagram or keep to himself. So, it shouldn't have been strange. Right?

“Ah, I remember that one,” Ji-yong speaks close behind you, offering a towel out in front of you casually, “You look cute in that one, don't you think?”

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, you put the frame down in favor of grabbing the towel he offered. The fabric was soft and plush, and you pressed it to your face to finally properly dry your still-drying face. Tactfully, you push your balance onto your other foot as you try to consider how to ask him this politely. Time could fly fast, and he was known for these sorts of things… still, something about it didn’t settle right.

“I don’t remember taking it,” You admit, a little pink rising to your cheeks as you hide behind the towel, a bit embarrassed, “Where’d you even get his?”

Ji-yong remained at ease, grabbing up the photo and tilting it in his hand curiously, looking it over before he placed it back down in the same spot you’d left it. His eyes flickered for a moment, his finger rubbed over his lower thumb in thought.

“I took it a while ago. You invited me along to the cafe with you. You looked cute, so of course I framed it,” He explained, a smile hanging across his face, “As you waited for your order, you laughed at something on your phone.”

Grabbing onto your shoulder, he guided you oh-so-casually to step back with him. The photo came out of focus as he turned him toward you. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, one you were too used to seeing. He had made a habit out of tricking you and messing with you, though your mind would've liked to argue. Almost every time you visited that cafe now, he would always tag along with you. So, to have a photo like this taken shouldn't have felt as strange as it did.

Now that Ji-yong is explaining it though, you can picture that day. Your friend had sent you a funny message, the only thing not clicking was when he could've possibly taken a photo. Even though he’d usually show you the results of his photobombs you hadn't noticed him, and he never showed you.

“You looked happy,” Ji-yong’s voice is gentle, “I liked that. That's not weird, is it?”

His words were reassurance, and your fingers still dug into the fabric of the towel. The question of it lingered on your mind. You shook your head no in reassurance, pushing the framed photo out of your mind.

“Ah, you're still cold, aren't you?” He gestures to your still-damp clothing, “Let me get you some new clothes.”

Just as you're about to protest, the man has disappeared again. Curse his habits of popping in and popping out on you, though his return only took a moment. He appeared from the hall with a stack of neatly folded clothes as he returned and held the pile out toward you. Curious, you took it and unfolded the edge of the shirt on top of the pile. Getting a peak of the design at the front, you instantly recognize it as his shirt. You weren't sure you should've expected something else.

You hesitate a moment, meeting his eye sheepishly, “This is yours.”

“Sorry,” Ji-yong’s smile faded away only for his apology, and his tone wasn't sorry at all, “I didn’t have anything else to offer you. It's only my own here.”

In the silence, his eyes raked over your form. As if he was already imagining how you would look dressed in his clothes instead of your own. He tilted his head and that smile found its way back onto his face. He slipped back into his usually playful self, and he patted at the top of the pile of clothing.

“Want me to help?” He offered with a chuckle at the end of his question.

Even if at first you choked on air at his joke you laughed along, “What?! I can dress myself.”

Ji-yong waved a hand in the air, “Of course I was kidding. Unless you want me to.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him.

Instead of teasing you further, he gives you a small now and gestures to the bathroom down the hall. You sighed shortly, stepping past him. The feeling of your clothing sticking to you was too much, and the offer was too kind to refuse. You slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You set your new clothes on the counter, slipping out of the old and sparing a glance at the soap at the counter. You recognized the scent as one you would've used at your place.

‘Cute’, you think to yourself, toweling over your body, ‘He liked mine so much, he got his own’. Finally dry, you pull yourself into his clothing. It's all a little too big for you, yet at the same time a comfortable fit. You tug at the drawstrings of his sweatpants, grateful they wouldn't slip off you, and tie them just to be sure. His shirt sat oversized on you, flowing just a little. A comfortable oversized outfit.

“You okay in there?” Ji-yong teased you from the outside, a bit muffled behind the door.

Ji-yong’s voice is so close to the door, right outside, and you fumble with your sleeves, “Yeah, just drying off.”

The thought of him being so close sent a shiver down your side. It was almost reassuring to know he was always right by your side. You turn to your side and tug on the handle, pushing it out into the hallway. Just as you exit, you catch Ji-yong moving out of the corner of his eye. If you hadn't been looking for him, you wouldn't’ve caught him stepping back. It was quick, and for a moment you convinced yourself you imagined it.

Ji-yong took in your appearance, admiring the way his clothes looked on you, “You look good in those.”

You shook the thought away and laughed, “It's huge.”

“That only makes it cuter,” He insisted, gesturing down the hallway. “It's getting late, I should escort you to the guest room.”

Your warm drink went forgotten as you followed him down the hall. As you walk down the dimly lit hallway, you admire some of the photos and art he hung on the walls. He’d always been the type to admire such things, along with photos of himself and his friends as well. At least some part of his home was a bit more normal, and finally, Ji-yong paused at a door and opened it with a flourish.

“Ta-da~” He sang to you, gently pushing on your back to ease you inside.

The room is as homely as the rest of his house. It was cozy with a little desk in the corner, and the bed was decorated with plush pillows and warm blankets. Upon further inspection, though, it only became more clear you had stepped into none other than his room. Your gaze darts back to him, looking over him for answers. He’d promised a guest room, and yet here you were. He couldn't be serious, expecting you to stay in the same room as him.

“This is your room,” You say slowly, the weight of realization sinking in.

More than anything, guilt weighed on your mind. If he had no guest room, it meant he would have to stay outside instead. You ended up robbing the poor man of his place to stay, and he remained unbothered. His posture was relaxed, casually nodding toward the bed as if it was all normal. You could sleep in his bed, and there would be nothing strange about it. You hoped so, at least.

“You're probably tired, lay down for a bit and I can tuck you in,” Ji-yong insisted behind you and pushed you toward the bed.

Without much force you sat in the bed, looking up at him and tilting your head at him, “I can take the couch instead.”

“I can't make you take the couch,” You pout, moving to make space on the bed.

You moved toward the wall, leaving a space beside you. Already on his bed, it only feels natural as he leans closer to let him climb into the bed with you. As strange as the day had been so far, it didn't feel any worse to allow him to lay beside you. You shuffle slightly, moving from sitting to lying down against his pillow. Tucked underneath his blankets, surrounded by his scent.

“It's settled then, we can share,” He nodded and sat down beside you, moving to lie down as well. “I promise I'll be a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes at him, scoffing softly at how ridiculous he managed to be. Beside you, Ji-yong rolled over and ever so casually placed his arm over you. He pulled you in close to his chest, tugging you into an embrace. Your face flushed at the realization, his leg sliding up your side and fully cuddled up to you. Just a moment ago you had insisted you should've been on the couch, and now he was cuddled up to you.

As much as you would've liked to argue, it was too comfortable. You always wanted to get closer to the idol, and with him pushing forward it was only polite to play along. Letting yourself ease into his hold, you go to return your arm before you feel a buzz in your pocket.

Curious, you slightly shift back to make room between the two of you. Pulling out your phone, you press the power to check the notification, and before you can even see it, the screen is swiped away from you. Beside you, Ji-yong’s hand squeezed around your phone and easily slipped it out of your hand, taking it on himself to check whatever notification could be pestering you at this time. You push down on the blankets, trying to squeeze closer and see what appears.

“Your landlord texted to let you know the water damage was substantial,” He glanced down at you, your phone somehow already gone from his hand as you met his gaze, “You'll be staying here for a few weeks.

“Weeks?!” You shook your head, reaching out for his hand in an attempt to find your kidnapped device, “This is crazy, weeks?”

Punctuating it, you finally allow your hands to return to your sides and accept your fate. Wherever your phone had gone, it was gone now. Ji-yong had taken it upon himself to answer for you, a friend looking after you as a favor. A small water leak meant you would practically be moving in with him!

“I let him know you already have somewhere to stay. I'm always taking care of you, so please. Don't worry about it,” He insisted, reaching out and letting over your back mock-soothingly.

Had he gone crazy? A night over with someone you knew, in his clothes, and now cuddled up in his bed. It felt like a dream and a trap rolled up into one. Staying out in a hotel for weeks would be far too expensive and so much of a hassle, made easier as he took you in your embrace, He was even kind enough to handle your messages, leaving everything up to him. A kind caretaker, you could tell yourself. Right.

“What about the couch?” You argue, already fighting off the bits of sleep watching over you.

He's so warm curled around you, his scent curling into your nostrils and his gentle breath is a white noise whisking you away, “Just sleep.”

All of the past day and previous events mount on you. Strange photos, perfect gifts that you received even after never mentioning them, and all of this. A conspiratorial voice told you in the back of your mind. Perhaps he'd been planning this from the very beginning. It would be silly though, wouldn't it? He was only being such a good friend, always taking care of you. Would it be so wrong to stay a while with him?

“I was thinking,” Ji-yong’s voice is quiet above you, laced with a long yawn, “We should date. This won’t have to be so strange. I'll keep an eye on your phone, pick your clothes, and we can keep sleeping together.”

With sleep pushing hard on your mind, the surprise of it was weighed by the impulse to go along with him, “Date?”

Reaching up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, your attempt to wake yourself up did nothing for your tired state. He spoke so casually as he introduced himself in taking over your life. Now though, as he rubbed over your back soothingly, you couldn't think of a single reason to say no.

“I'd like you to be mine, jagiya.” He purrs, leaning in and pressing a kiss over the front of your forehead, “You’re not going anywhere else.”

Yawning, the proposition sounded too wonderful to disagree, caught in his embrace, “Yeah… yes, I'd like that.”

As you lay with him, you realize it was designed to leave you with no other choice. It's a strange surrender, meant to tie your fate with his, yet you couldn't care less as sleep finally overtook you.

[ldydeath]

When the World Comes Down | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You and Jiyong have been dating secretly for a couple years, but at his album release the news of your relationship gets out. Warnings: slight language, maybe? Author’s Note: Friends, I’m having so much fun with all the requests coming in, please never stop! I hope you enjoy this one. 

This couldn’t be happening. You’d both always been so careful. You and Jiyong had been dating for a couple years now without a single fan or media outlet finding out and now it was everywhere. Sure, you’d met Jiyong during his hiatus which had made it easier to sneak around but he’d been out in the spotlight since November and you’d done so well. You had to give it to whoever had caught you, they sure did have a keen eye. 

Your phone buzzed again but you were too busy staring at your face plastered everywhere to check the message. If you hadn’t gotten up in the night for a drink of water, you may have been able to have a peaceful night's sleep, oblivious to your world falling apart around you. You should call Jiyong, but the man needed his rest, there was nothing that could be done about this situation now, you’d call him in the morning. 

The phone buzzing was getting out of hand though, so with a sigh you turned the damn thing off and slid back into bed. Maybe you could come up with a plan in the darkness of your apartment. You could say you were a crazed fan who’d snuck into his album release to jump his bones. That was believable, right? But then what if you decided to go public one day? That wouldn’t work. Shit. The knock at your door shook you from your thoughts and your eyes landed on the clock by your bed. Who on earth would be outside your door at three AM? Maybe you could ignore that too.

The knocking grew louder and more rapid and you let out a sigh as you got out of bed, sliding your feet into a pair of slippers before padding across the hall. You stopped at the door and looked down, taking in your appearance before letting out a sigh and grabbing a jacket hanging by the door, sliding it on and zipping it tightly up your body. Swinging the door open you came face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Jiyong? What are you doing here?” 

You took a second to take in his appearance, hair disheveled from sleep, pajamas peeking out of his coat.  He’d clearly awoken and come straight here. He stared at you for a second before walking into the apartment and closing the door behind him.  He took a second, eyes roaming over your body as if checking for any physical harm before his arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into him.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled into your hair. You paused, as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Me? I should be asking you that. I just ruined our cover.” 

Jiyong shook his head. He had never cared about the world knowing you were together, he’d wanted to shout it from the rooftops the second you’d become official. The only reason he’d even wanted to keep it a secret was because of the fans. They could be brutal especially to anyone he dated, he had just wanted to protect you from that for as long as possible. 

“You didn’t ruin anything. I never cared if the whole world found out about us, I love you and I want everyone to know that. I just know how bad the fans can be.” Jiyong mumbled into your hair. 

“I’m okay, I haven’t even really looked to see what anyone’s said.” You shrugged before pulling out of his grip. “Surely it’s not all bad?” 

“I don’t know, I woke up to a million messages and drove straight here.” Jiyong pulled his phone out of his pocket and raised a brow at you before moving to sit on the couch. 

So this was happening, then. With a sigh, you retrieved your phone and took a seat next to Jiyong. Turning it back on, you almost cringed at the amount of messages coming in. You didn’t know you even knew this many people. Swiping them away, you opened google up and blinked at the picture of you and Jiyong kissing backstage. You never thought you’d see such a public display of your relationship but it was out there now.

As if sensing your discomfort, Jiyong switched his phone to his other hand, his free hand moving to rest on your leg. He gave you a gentle, reassuring squeeze and you looked over at him, and sighed. 

“Let’s do this then.” Jiyong chuckled at your words before moving his arm to wrap around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. 

Whatever the articles said, you’d handle it together, besides he wasn’t letting you go even if fans weren’t happy about it. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, at least now he wouldn’t have to hide that from the world. His eyes skimmed over the comments on social media, laughing at a few of them, tensing at most of them. He felt you tense under his touch and looked over, reading over the comments - knowing exactly which one had bothered you. 

“Okay, no more of that.” He reached over, taking the phone out of your hand and setting it down. Silencing his phone, he put it down next to yours and turned to face you. His hand rubbing reassuring circles on your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter - what they’re saying. I love you, that’s what matters.”

You nodded your head weakly. You always knew the day the world found out about you there’d be some angry fans. You were dating the most famous man in Korea, there were certain things you’d grown to expect. It didn’t make reading any of it any easier. You weren’t who they pictured for him, hell you weren’t even who you pictured for him, but he’d chosen you and you loved him. You knew how much he loved you, none of the rest of it mattered. It was just noise. 

“Yeah. I know. It’ll blow over in a few days right?” You knew it wouldn't, but you could lie to yourself if that’s what you needed to get through it.

“Yeah, definitely.” Jiyong agreed, because who was he to deny you anything you needed or wanted? 

He scooted you closer to him, so you were practically sitting in his lap and let out a low chuckle at how close you two were together. Jiyong had always been this way with you, wanting to be as close to you as possible but something about this sitting arrangement on the couch was funny to you. He raised a brow at you before moving his hands to cup your face.

“This will blow over.” He promised, his eyes locking with yours. “And I promise you until then I will do everything I can to protect you from all that noise. They will eventually see what I see in you and love you for exactly who you are. This doesn’t change how I feel about you or our relationship. I want to be with you, and if they love me and want me to be happy, they’ll support us in time.”  You nodded your head at him, a smile creeping across your face. One he mimicked before he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and slow, and you sighed into the kiss, pulling him closer to you. You could stay in this moment forever, the one where it was just the two of you and the outside world fell away.  

“Stay here tonight?” You whispered as he pulled away and he nodded. As if there was anywhere else he wanted to be. 

“Let's get you to bed.” He stood up, pocketed both of your phones and then leaned down, to pick you up, cradling you in his arms. 

“Jiyong, I can walk.” You laughed as your arms wrapped around his neck. He shrugged as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Yeah, but this is more fun.” He winked before putting you down on the bed. 

You both crawled under the covers and Jiyong wrapped his arms around you protectively, as if holding you this close in sleep could save you from all the outside noise. There was a lot that still needed to be figured out but it was late - or early, technically and you couldn’t do anything about it now.  So for now, he’d just hold you and hope that would be enough to ease your mind. Whatever the morning brought, you’d face it together.

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[makeitworse]

PUSH ME HARD

a looming scandal results in your resignation. as you begin a future seperate from ji-yong, it seems fate has other ideas.

⋆˙⟡ ibelongiiu part two 𓂃 c/w: fem!reader x sub!jiyong. angst | smut. age gap. conflict. miscommunication. breakup. jealousy. yearning. cheating. nsfw content minors dni

for months, you existed in a dream. you and ji-yong slipped into a rhythm, stealing moments together whenever or wherever possible.

it was exhilarating at first: a routine just between you two.

winking at each other across rooms, lingering touches during fittings. sneaking off to soundproof studios. never showing up to events together, but texting him when you’re ready to go.

soft laughter over late-night takeout in the comfort of his apartment. cuddling on the couch with the cats while you share a bottle of floral wine. sweet whispers in the sheets, waking up tangled in each other’s limbs.

on weekdays you were g-dragon and his stylist. on weekends you were ji-yong and his lover.

and in the quiet sanctuary of his music, you were his muse.

one particular night, you were dozing off with your head in ji-yong’s lap. he had one hand gently stroking your hair, the other scribbling away in his notebook. you listened to him softly hum for a while before you asked what he was working on.

ji-yong lulled you to sleep by singing the lyrics he’d been drafting. it was a stark contrast to ‘power’: the single he was planning to announce his comeback with later this year. this one was intimate— it’s all you.

“this is just for us,” he muttered after the last line.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you believed him.

in the quiet, it’s easy to forget that you weren’t really free.

ji-yong didn’t want to have to keep his love for you confined within walls. he wants to hold your hand out in broad daylight, to treat you to haute cuisine, to kiss you amongst a crowd.

he didn’t want being with you to mean constantly looking over his shoulder. and he was getting bolder about it.

“let’s go somewhere,” he murmured one night, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “just us.”

you sighed. “ji, you know we can’t.”

he took your hand in his— eyes searching. “we could, if you’d let me take you.”

and there was the first crack.

you did what you could to compromise; wearing his jewellery gifts to work, allowing him to hide a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case.

he finally told his family about you: that he’d been seeing a girl from the industry. ji-yong even showed them the polaroid, and he gushed over how they thought you were gorgeous.

you let him take pride in these little instances of showing you off. because you knew you didn’t have long left.

preparations for his comeback have began gearing up. you’ve been running around all week, ensuring your team’s working as efficiently as possible— alleviating any stress from ji-yong that you can.

you’ve felt a crushing pressure at work; not just from the ensuing stress within the staff, but because this was the most important upcoming event in your boyfriend’s life. if it was less than perfect for him, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

all eyes are on him in the days leading up to his long-awaited return. and you can’t help but fear that you’re being too reckless; that people notice the way you smile at him, the way he stands closer than necessary.

the anxiety’s eating you from the inside out.

at the start of the day, ji-yong had an assistant grab him two coffees— one that he later handed to you in private.

it was a thoughtless gesture. second nature to him. but you could’ve sworn people were doing double-takes at the cup in your hand, most likely recalling ji-yong having the same one.

by the time a break came, you felt as if there were holes burned into your skin from the amount of eyes on you all day. you holed yourself up in your office to breathe, to scream or cry, whatever.

but it wasn’t long before your door swung open: ji- yong on the other end, smiling softly in relief.

you could still hear people bustling outside the door when he locked it.

you’d been bursting at the seams with anxiety; you finally had a moment to yourself to pop the cap off, and now ji-yong was here.

and when he reached for you, he got the brunt of it.

“you need to stop, ji.”

his hand hesitated in the air. he looked as if you’d slapped him. your stomach twisted.

“i’m sorry,” you sighed. you rubbed your temples, your head banging. “it’s just, people are starting to notice.”

he buried his hands in his pockets, leaning against your desk. his tongue was in his cheek as he regarded you. he was infuriatingly calm.

“what about it?”

you blinked. “are you serious?”

“let them talk.”

you scoffed. “how can you not care? they’re looking at me. they’re putting things together.”

his eyes flicker with something unreadable. “what exactly do you think they’re putting together?”

you let out a frustrated breath, pacing the small space. “they know, ji. how you look at me, how you’re always near me.”

you brought your thumb to your mouth, chewing on the nail while your thoughts raced. “we’re not being careful enough.”

he pushed off the desk, stepping closer. “is that so bad?” his voice was softer now, with something firm underneath. “that i don’t want to treat you like just another one of the staff?”

you swallowed hard as he approached. his words were gentle, but in his demeanour you could tell there was something he was barely containing.

“we can’t risk it.”

“i’m tired of pretending,” he admits, his voice low. “tired of hiding you. i don’t care if people figure out.”

“well i do!” you snapped. “you might be able to survive a scandal, but this is my career, ji. my future.”

his jaw clenched. “and i’m not there in that future?”

you faltered, slumping against the edge of the desk. you gripped onto the edge like it was your only saving grace from falling apart.

you instantly regretted striking that nerve. you knew what he went through in the december scandal. you should’ve bitten your tongue.

you watched as ji-yong’s expression shifted— less frustration, more… hurt.

“that’s not what i meant,” you mumbled. but the damage was done.

ji-yong nodded, pressing his mouth into a firm line. he rolled his shoulders, adjusted his sleeves. his nervous fidgets.

he stares at you for a moment longer. he’s waiting for something, anything.

but you don’t budge.

with a sharp inhale, he’s turning towards the door. you watch his back as he leaves— not sparing you a second glance.

and at the sound of the door slamming shut, your chest is heaving. you can finally let loose. you bite your arm and scream into it.

you joined a few staff in assisting gee eun at a peaceminusone collaboration meeting with a major fashion brand, seated around a sleek conference table at a high-end lounge in gangnam.

you kept to your role quietly: taking notes, observing, blending into the background.

ji-yong was there, too. but his attention was locked on the table discussion. unlike himself, there were no stolen glances, no subtle gestures in your direction. he was focused, professional. unreadable.

you had since made up from the argument in your office. ji-yong found you later that same day, enveloping you in a wordless hug. it spoke more than an apology could.

you haven’t talked about it since. there just hasn’t been time.

the meeting wrapped up smoothing, ending in handshakes and traded bows. you figured that was all, until someone approached you.

an executive from the other brand— tall, sharp suit, radiating confidence. you caught ji-yong’s head turn in your peripheral.

“i don’t think we’ve been introduced, sweetheart.” his voice was smooth.

you gave him a cordial smile. “i joined the styling team at the beginning of this year.”

his lips curled in amusement. the conversation started out harmless— small talk, inquiries about your role. you played along, because it’d reflect poorly on the team if you brushed him off.

“you’ve certainly got an eye for fashion, seeing as you’re here.” he mused. “i could introduce you to the right people.”

you’re about to politely decline, when he leaned in slightly, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“maybe over dinner?”

the moment the words leave his mouth, your body went rigid.

ji-yong was no longer in your peripheral.

you didn’t have time to think before you felt him— suddenly beside you, his presence unmistakable. and then he did something very stupid.

his arm snakes around your waist, fingers pressing in firm and deliberate. he didn’t even acknowledge the exec, his focus solely on you.

“we’re all done here,” ji-yong’s voice was smooth on the surface, but you recognised something simmering beneath it.

he spares the exec a glance with a smile so thin it’s practically a sneer. you felt his grip tighten— territorial. jealous.

the air shifted.

gee eun shot you both a sharp look. someone clears their throat. you quickly redirected the conversation, desperate for the moment to smooth over.

but ji-yong had already struck the match. heads had turned the moment he put his hands on you. conversations continued, but you noticed the barely concealed whispers underneath. and now his stunt was going to blow up in your faces.

the following morning, you’re startled awake to your phone buzzing at your ear.

you roll over and ignore the vibration— but then comes another. and another. barely a second between each one. you groan, blindly reaching for your phone.

the second you catch a glimpse of the screen, your heart sinks.

frantic texts, missed calls, urgent voicemails. you sit up so fast your head spins. you swipe through the notifications, reading off the names of coworkers, names you didn’t even recognise— as well as some of ji-yong’s personal staff. it’s all screaming the same thing: shit’s hit the fan.

 [gee eun] call me now.

 [jae] what the hell happened yesterday?

 [unknown number] is it true? are you the girl?

your finger’s trembling as you scroll, trying to piece it together. where had it gone wrong?

 [ji <3] baby please pick up

your stomachs twists.

you toss your phone across the bed, throwing your head into your hands. you pull at your scalp. you wanted to scream.

they knew.

the secret’s out, and people knew.

whispers had spread like wildfire— nothing concrete, just rumours passed from one person to the next, warping with every retelling.

it hadn’t reached the press yet, though it was only a matter of time. only a handful of people had a rough idea of your actual identity. and then it started spinning out of control.

someone showed up to your mother’s workplace, fishing for details. your phone was flooded with messages from strangers— some curious, some vicious. (how the fuck did they even get your number?)

ji-yong’s publicists were scrambling to get ahead of it, debating whether to release a statement to douse the flames. but he refused to act without talking to you first.

he was sick of playing the media’s game— of watching his life be twisted into headlines. no more hiding, no more damage control. this upcoming era of his career would be the rawest the world has seen him. if people are going to know who you are, it’ll be on his terms.

but you’ve had time to reflect.

the fact was, you worked under him. while he can publicly reveal that he has a girlfriend, the people around you will never see it as love. if the truth got out, which it always did— they’d say you blackmailed him, that he must’ve taken advantage of you.

you haven’t even started your career, and already, this was burying you.

you can’t gamble your future by being an idol’s dirty secret. you’ve got more ahead of you in life than that.

so you make the choice he refuses to. the one that makes sense, the one that his team don’t want to say out loud.

you called gee eun personally to resign from your position.

you ended up staying on the phone for hours, discussing where you’re headed next and how she can support you. you got vulnerable in speaking to her about your relationship with ji-yong.

she’d known, of course— the staff closest to him knew more than they were letting on.

because it’s not like you were really harming anyone; ji-yong had been showing up to work with stars in his eyes since you started seeing each other. but this wasn’t just a matter of a select group of people knowing and choosing to keep the secret anymore.

once that phone call with her ended, you stayed up all night sobbing. you wished you could’ve found him under different circumstances— maybe later in life, once you’d established yourself in the industry, and you were meeting on a similar level of status.

you were being ripped apart by conflicting emotions. you didn’t want to hurt him more than this, you didn’t want to lose what’s blossomed between you two.

but as bad as this situation already was, it could have been so much worse. you shudder at the thought of being the reason he has another public scandal. a blow like that to his image, just before the comeback he’s been working so hard for.

so you cut yourself loose.

you text ji-yong that it’s over, and block him before you can receive a reply. whatever comes of this next is none of your business.

the months since have been kind to you.

november found you in hong kong, standing beneath the soft glow of chandeliers at a chanel fashion show.

you’ve built something new for yourself— landed a position at a prestigious fashion company, climbed the ranks faster than expected (a glowing recommendation from gee eun certainly didn’t hurt).

you’re here on behalf of your company as a professional in your own right. no longer just someone’s assistant.

and most importantly, you’ve moved on.

you’ve dodged every mention of ji-yong since his ‘power’ comeback. no headlines, no interviews, not even a glimpse of his face in passing.

you’ve been strict to yourself in closing that chapter of your life. you grieved what you had. you accepted what it was.

besides; now you’ve got a new job, a new city, a new man. there was no reason to look back.

a sudden flurry of camera flashes has your head turning.

despite yourself, your heart leaps at the sight of him.

he walks in as g-dragon: draped in designer, surrounded by cameras and admirers. his presence is magnetic as ever— the kind that turns heads effortlessly. yours included, despite your better judgement.

your turn away before his eyes can find yours.

the event’s grand enough that avoiding him is easy at first. you mingle, engage in polite conversation, laugh when necessary. but whenever he drifted too close— once you could hear the familiar pitch of his voice— you’d pivot. step into another circle, pretend he isn’t there. hope your presence isn’t known to him.

but it was. how could it not be?

the first time your eyes met across the room, it’s fleeting; a brief flicker of recognition before you glanced away.

the second time, you make a statement of turning your back.

and by the third, there was no mistaking it— he was watching you.

the smile behind your champagne glass was fragile. your fingers around it felt clammy. you keep your voice still in conversation, but a part of you was hyper-aware of every shift in the room, every movement he made.

and then, as the show wrapped up and the evening died down— ji-yong had found his opening.

he slipped into your space so seamlessly, you didn’t even realise your guard was down. one moment you’re chatting with an associate, and by the next he’s there.

you freeze up at the sound of his voice as he apologises for interrupting.

“mind if i steal her away?”

a smug grin curves the corner of his mouth as your associate pardons themselves, leaving you to ji-yong.

you should walk away. really. but you know that despite your best efforts to distance yourself from him, tonight was always going to end with ji-yong catching up.

he says your name, voice quieter than expected.

“you look..” he starts, then swallows. his eyes drift across your body. “you look beautiful.”

you keep your gaze ahead. “thank you.”

he huffs out a laugh— short, humourless. he ruffles the hair at the back of his head. “that’s it, then?”

you finally glance at him. “what are you doing, ji-yong? i’m working.”

he shifts slightly. he’s fidgety with his hands, like he does when he’s unsure of himself.

“just wanted to see you.” he shrugs. “it’s been a while.”

you nod, expressionless.

he clears his throat. “can we talk about it?”

you hum, making a show of scanning the room. you were surrounded by camera flashes, models, designers. executives sipping wine just a few feet away.

“now? go on then.”

his jaw hardens. “i’d prefer some place quieter.”

“i’m staying here.” your voice is firm.

quiet places meant making bad decisions, and one thing leading to another. you both know how it goes.

he sighs. his features soften. “where did you go?”

“i moved on, ji.”

the nickname slips naturally. his eyes flicker with something imperceptible. you step back slightly, subconsciously trying to distance yourself again. it’s subtle, but he notices. of course he does.

“i wasn’t trying to force you..” he says quietly. “i just wanted.. i wanted to be honest. with you.”

“i still wanted a career.” it comes out bluntly before you can stop yourself.

ji-yong nods slowly, his tongue pressing into his cheek. he’s trying to will himself to stay patient. to not get upset.

“i’m sorry.” your voice is so hushed, the words barely exist. “i didn’t want to leave.”

for a moment, you both stand there in the glow of the event, searching in each other’s eyes. you could almost forget you’re surrounded by people.

ji-yong takes a step closer. just one. he lifts his hand slightly— hesitant, wary— then reaches to smooth his thumb over your cheek. it’s a callback to the encounter that started it all. and for half of a second, you lose yourself in the reminiscence; the familiar warmth of his touch.

but then your eyes widen. he’s far too close. this is far too intimate. there’s too many eyes.

“don’t,” you whisper sharply, lips barely moving.

but it’s already done. you take a step back when you notice a few heads turn.

ji-yong’s hand falls to his side, fingers curling into a loose fist. there’s a glimmer of something behind his eyes— hurt, maybe. regret.

“yeah.” he says, almost to himself. he rolls his shoulders, shakes his arms.

you bite your tongue till it stings. you don’t tell him goodbye; you just give a shallow bow and leave before he can say another word. just like you did before.

back at your hotel suite, you kick off your heels and bee-line to the minibar.

you tell yourself you’re just winding down from the evening as you crack open a bottle of red wine; but you’re only lying.

the second the liquid warms your throat in a hasty gulp, you’re grabbing your phone. against your better judgment, your thumb finds its way to the blocked list, hovering over ji-yong’s contact.

you never actually deleted his number. you liked to think you slammed that door and locked it, tossing away the key. but you only hid it out of sight. his name even still had the little heart next to it.

it’s less pathetic than drinking by yourself. it’s just familiar company, it can’t hurt. yes he was your ex, and yes he also happened to be your former boss. that’s not to mention how horrible of an idea this was.

but you reason with yourself (or perhaps it’s the alcohol talking): you’re grownups. it’s just catching up over a drink, maybe even some closure. that was all.

you bite the bullet and text him.

 [you] you around?

his reply is near instant.

 [ji <3] where are you?

and just like that, he’s on his way to your hotel address without another question.

there’s a knock at your door twenty minutes later.

you skull the rest of your glass— even though the wine hadn’t been any help with easing your racing heart.

you glance at the mirror as you set your drink down: smoothing over your dress, brushing flyaways from your face. shame grips you as your reflection stares back. you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you, but suddenly you want to look composed. like inviting him to your hotel room didn’t even phase you.

you open the door.

ji-yong’s standing there with a hoodie thrown over his head and a cap pulled low. he gives you a small, almost uncertain, smile.

“hey.”

you step back to let him in without a word.

he pulls off his cap, raking a hand through his hair while you shut the door. you lean against it— like the room’s suddenly too small.

ji-yong scans over your room, eyes landing on the wine bottle on the nightstand. he scoffs a laugh.

“couldn’t sleep?”

“it doesn’t come easy to me, away from home.”

“i know.”

you look at him then, and you both smile.

it’s a reminder; you can act like strangers all you want, but he still knows you inside and out.

you move to refill your glass. ji-yong’s eyes follow as you pass by him.

for a moment, the only sound is the wine pouring into your glass. you cross the room to a small table and chairs seated by the floor-length window. ji-yong trails behind.

silence stretches as you both sit. you turn your attention to the city below: hong kong glimmers with lights, still bustling this late at night.

you glance back at ji-yong to find him only looking at you. he smiles. it’s warm, familiar. you missed it.

“you look good,” he says eventually, careful. “better than the last time we met.”

you don’t reply, instead raising the glass to your lips. there’s a tension— but not the angry kind. it’s loaded. you watch ji-yong’s brows raise as you take a hearty gulp of the red liquid.

“i’ve been a busy woman.”

“i’ve heard,” his voice perks up. “the styling team told me what you’ve been up to. said you’ve been killing it.”

you nod. “i’ve worked hard.”

“i never doubted you.”

you half-smile, swirling the glass in your hand. the weight of his gaze has been crushing what little resolve you had left. his eyes hadn’t left you since he got here.

“i noticed you ignored me tonight. twice.”

you raise a brow. “i only did it the second time, actually.”

that makes him chuckle. “right.”

you shift in your seat. the noise made your stomach flutter.

“i didn’t invite you over to rehash all—” you wave your hand at the space between you, “—this.”

“i know,” his voice is low. “but are we just pretending that you reaching out doesn’t mean something?”

“it meant i didn’t want to drink alone tonight,” you say, harsher than intended. “that’s it.”

he nods. you can hear him cracking his knuckles under the table, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can live with that.”

you both sit with it. the flicker of the bedside lamp casted a shadow across his jawline. his eyes are tired. he looks older, somewhat softer.

you offer your glass to ji-yong. he takes it with a quiet “thanks”, and you let go before his fingers can touch yours.

neither of you break eye contact as he downs the wine, sipping from where your lips did. you stand with a sudden need for distance as you walk to the window.

you don’t know if it’s just the alcohol warming you up, making your blood buzz. and you don’t know if it’s also what compels you to speak:

“i did love you then, ji.” you sigh. “i couldn’t ruin this for you. i had to go.”

warily, your eyes drift to ji-yong’s reflection in the glass. his jaw’s hard as he stares off into the wall.

“i ruined it.” he says finally. “i was selfish.”

you hear the soft sound of his glass being set down, then footsteps. and then his warmth behind you.

he’s close, but not touching. not yet.

he murmurs your name. “we don’t have to do this. i just… i’ve missed you.”

you glance at his reflection behind you. his eyes are low, trailing over your body. you turn to face him.

there’s a million thoughts racing in your head. you should tell him to leave, you should tell him that’s it’s over. you should close the distance and see what happens next.

“bad idea right?” he mumbles.

a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, recalling what you told him before your first kiss. your eyes are trained on his lips. he notices, and they part with a sigh. you can hear how much he’s forcing himself to behave.

you’re not sure who starts it. it happens all at once, like something takes over you both. it’s instantly irrelevant who kissed first once your lips meet— your bodies melding together.

you’re quick to part his lips, and ji-yong groans onto your tongue. his hands come to cradle your face like you’ll vanish again if he doesn’t hold you. yours fist in the fabric of his hoodie.

your kisses are hungry, his are desperate. you’re panting into each other’s mouths. you tug him closer, rolling your hips onto his growing erection. ji-yong whispers your name like a plea.

his hands snake around your body like it’s second nature. you gasp as he grabs the underside of your thighs, his mouth trailing down your chin and to your neck.

you pull him in again to feel the imprint of his dick press against you. ji-yong sighs a moan before his lips close around your skin.

before he can suck a mark onto your skin, you push him.

“i’m seeing somebody,” you blurt.

ji-yong freezes. you feel a shallow breath fan your face. you can’t bear to meet his eyes, but eventually, you do.

his expression shifts. it’s not anger, or pain. it’s something you can’t read. the corner of his lip twitches.

then, calmly, he says: “then we didn’t do anything.”

you blink at him. his hands hadn’t left your body— but your silence had his grip loosening. you reached for the hem of his hoodie, balling it in your fist.

“you were never here.”

ji-yong’s jaw clenches, eyes darting all over your face. it’s a pact of silence; whatever happens tonight doesn’t leave this room.

with that, your lips come crashing onto his.

you’ve got a newfound determination. he was never here, right? nothing happened. so you want to get it all out of your system.

you’re eager with sliding your hand down, cupping his arousal in your palm. ji-yong’s hissing into your mouth, holding onto you like he’ll keel over.

kissing each other still came so naturally. kissing him was like breathing. and you pressed together impossibly close like you’re one body.

your palm’s hot as you rub over him through his pants. every little noise from him had you pushing your tongue further into his mouth, tightening your grip around his dick.

ji-yong was careful with his actions. he didn’t want to push his luck— finding out the hard way if you didn’t want him touching you. he was yours to take.

so he leaned against you, hands twitching on your waist as you palmed him. you were getting frustrated. there were so many things you wanted to get done, and chances are, he wouldn’t last through half of it. not when it’s been this long.

you cuss as your hand catches on a damp spot of pre-cum on his pants. ji-yong’s practically whining down your throat. for all you know he’s already close. you decide then that anything else could wait— you wanted the main event now.

you’re backing ji-yong into your bed while your hands fumble with his zipper. once the back of his knees bump the mattress, you shove him onto it. he’s staring up at you in awe: face flushed with pink, his hair ruffled every which way. you don’t waste a second in straddling him.

you tug at his hoodie, and he lifts himself to let you pull it off— revealing a tank top underneath.

your gaze lingers on his tattoos. he often layers his outfits, so it was a rarity to see any. particularly the ones inked over his torso.

it’s made the sight of his tats intimate, since you’re the only one who sees them when you’re getting his clothes off.

you’re too impatient to get the rest of his clothes off, plus your own dress. you settle on pushing his shirt over his chest, and hiking the hem of your dress up your thighs.

then, you turn your attention to ji-yong’s pants. the flyer’s open from when you unzipped them— and you can see how he’s straining against the fabric of his boxers.

his dick springs free as you pull down his pants and boxers together. you bite the inside of your cheek at the sight of him this hard for you.

you pull your panties to the side, taking ji-yong’s wrists in your hands. he stares up at you, mouthed parted in breaths as you sit up on your knees and line your entrance up with him.

you pin his arms to the mattress on either side of his head, while your heat prods at his leaking tip. you swallow a shaky whimper from ji-yong as you kiss him.

his hips twitch with the slightest buck before he restrains himself. in response, you drop onto him.

ji-yong’s mouth falls open in a moan. you don’t waste another moment in anchoring your weight, setting a hurried pace as you ride him.

it’s selfish how you’re fucking him; every rock of your hips has his dick hitting you in the sweet spot. he was barely moving in and out of you.

still, your heat around his dick had whines falling shamelessly from ji-yong’s mouth.

his arms were straining against your grip, but you kept them pressed on the bed. you could tell he wants to give back to you. but you’re focused on getting there on your own first— then you’ll be mellowed out, and it can be his turn.

you didn’t want him to touch you, either. ji-yong turns sex into an act of love with how he dotes on you: caressing your body, brushing his fingers through your hair.

if this got too intimate, you’d have second thoughts about it being the last time.

so you kept fucking him when he came before you did. you kept his back pinned against the sheets, his hands begging to be out of your grip.

you fucked him until you had enough. but even when you rolled off of him, hazy post-orgasm— ji-yong was crawling between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your clit. he was long past exhausted; but every moan he got from you only egged him on.

the night proved to be a long one.

you laid bare against each other amongst the tangled blankets. ji-yong’s fingers absently traced circles on your skin, nodding to sleep on your shoulder as you stared at the ceiling.

the room’s quiet for the first time in hours, but your mind was far from it.

the morning will come soon, sunlight pouring through the window being a glaring reminder of the reality outside that you’d been ignoring.

what then? a quiet goodbye? awkward silence? do you stay to wait for him or slip out first?

you swallow the lump rising in your throat.

your boyfriend’s face flashes in your head. he’s good to you— above doing something like this; curling up with the ex you swore you’d moved on from.

you tell yourself it’s just a one-time lapse. you need that peace of mind if you want to get any sleep.

you try not to linger on the thought of how easy it was to fall back into him. how right it still felt— and how wrong that is.

a/n: it’s hereee, i’ve been unexpectedly busy so it took longer than i wanted to write this. i’m going on a holiday so part 3 (the final!) will be out once i’m back. again, thank you for reading this far ♡

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Sharing is caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong

Summary: After being stood up, two rather attractive men decide to make the night fun for you anyways.

warnings; THIS IS SOME FILTH BABES, PURE SMUT, THREESOME

As you walked into the club you could feel the bass to the music vibrating your feet as you walked, making your way over to the bar you ordered yourself a few drinks. You were waiting for your date to show up, meeting on a dating app your friend had downloaded to your phone a few weeks before, you waited for about forty-five minutes before you made your way to the dance floor, if he wasn't going to show up you might as well have fun anyways, you had already gotten drunk, so why not? As you nodded along to the music playing from the giant speakers by the DJ booth you noticed two men with brightly colored hair off to the side talking rather heatedly.

It didn't take long before nodding along to the beat turned into you dancing your drunk little heart out, as you bounced on the balls of your feet swinging and swiveling your hips Ji-Yong took notice. A smirk playing on his lips as you spun around, letting him get a better view of your face, smacking his hand against his friends chest he pointed the mystery girl out "Now that's a girl who I'd wanna see at our shows" He shouted over the music, watching as his friend bit his lip using his friend hand to cover his growing smile. You smiled softly noticing the men watching you closely, as you rolled your body to the song that played you motioned them over playfully. Ji-Yong raised his eyebrows at you pointing at himself before moving his finger to point at Seung Hyun, you just shook your head giggling as you held up two fingers before spinning back around. As they made their way over they watched as you jumped along to the music, moving your hands up your torso before landing on your feet again moving your hips side to side, Seung Hyun laughed as he placed his hands on your hips matching your movements effortlessly "You're a good dancer, Jegi" You heard his deep voice in your ear, immediately causing a reaction between your legs "That's Seung Hyun, I'm Ji-Yong" The other man introduced, he was slightly shorter but his beauty made you want to stare at him for hours. "I'm y/n" You smiled at Ji-Yong before looking back to Seung Hyun to make sure he heard you as well, he just gave you smile that melt your knees weak.

As the night got later you and the two men you had met just got more and more intimate, as the music blared from the speakers you let your hips sway with your head resting against Seung Hyun's chest. His lips were pressed against your neck, his hands on your hips as Ji-Yong's hand roamed your body as he mimicked your dance moves, occasionally taking the back of your neck in his hand, ghosting his lips over yours as he stared into your e/c eyes before pulling away before your lips ever touched. To say you were extremely turned on by the men was an understatement, as the music slowly came to an end, Ji-yong quickly leaned close to your ear, letting his hand sit on the waistband of your skirt "Do you want to come back with us, y/n?" He asked lowly before pulling away from you to look at you, you nodded slightly, smiling shyly as Seung Hyun lead you to the door by your hips, Ji-Yong holding onto your hand gently as he pulled you both to their car.

You had all decided with their roommates it'd be best to go to your apartment instead, so the ride back was even worse than the club. As Ji-yong trailed open mouthed kisses down your neck, Seung Hyun kept a hand on your upper thigh kissing you deeply, you felt like your cheeks were on fire the entire time. Whenever you got your door unlocked Ji-Yong quickly turned the doorknob, Seung Hyun slamming his hand against the door causing it to swing open, you looked up towards him as he kept his arm outstretched pushing the door fully open as he kept you pinned between him and the wall. Ji-Yong made his way in, taking your hand, pulling you away to find your bedroom while Seung Hyun shut the door, as you made you way to the room, Ji-Yong's lips were quick to find yours, pushing his tongue past your lips exploring your mouth as Seung Hyun started pulling off his button up.

"Ji-Yong, focus on the lady, do I have to show you everything?" Seung Hyun asked, pulling your hand to pull you back against Seung Hyun's chest, his hand cupped your jaw before pressing his lips to yours deeply, you moaned against his lips as you felt his hand starting to slide your skirt down your legs, exposing your lace f/c underwear. Ji-Yong readjusted himself in his jeans, biting his lips as he watched your skirt fall and his friends lips move to your neck, pulling another sweet moan from your lips.

As you tilted your head slightly for Seung Hyun you felt Ji-Yong's hips press into yours from behind, purposely leaning back into him to cause a little more friction between you and his dick, he moaned softly slipping his hands around you to find the front of your underwear. Your nails dug into Seung Hyun's shoulders feeling Ji-Yong's fingers slide under the thin fabric keeping you from being completely naked, your shirt laying somewhere in the floor. Pulling you back from his friend, Ji-Yong pulled you both to sit on the edge of your bed, he held your hips helping you straddle his lip before you started grinding against his hips, moaning softly as you felt his hard on through his jeans. Seung Hyun would be lying if he said it wasn't hot watching you grind against Ji-Yong, seeing you both getting pleasure was something he never thought he'd find hot, but here he was, his cock stiffening even harder in his jeans, begging for release.

By the time you were being pulled away to Seung Hyun he was completely naked, his cock standing upright causing your stomach to do a flip "Think you can take it, Jegi?" He teased, you just smirked at him positioning yourself to sit on his lap, adjusting his cock to line up with your pussy before slowly lowering your hips to sit down fully on his lap. Seung Hyun clenched his jaw, desperately trying to not flip you over and fuck you into the mattress, you just let your head fall back, moaning softly as you started to roll your hips, your eyes falling onto Ji-Yong who was stripping himself of his jeans, as you started to bounce your hips you were stopped by Ji-Yong taking your hand, moving you to lay flat on the bed "She wants fucked, Seung Hyun, not to fuck herself" He said, sass lacing his tone as he moved to hover over you, positioning himself before pushing his cock into you, moaning softly as he bottomed out "Holy fuck, your pussy feels like heaven" He panted as he started to thrust his hips, purposely putting on a show for his friend, your back arched as his thrusts started to speed up "F-Fuck! J-Ji Yong!" You moaned loudly, tugging his hair roughly as he slammed his hips up, shoving his cock deeper inside of you. You squealed as you felt his cock brush against that certain part inside of you, holding onto his arms tightly "R-Right there! p-please!" You begged, whining loudly whenever you felt him pull out, Seung Hyun quick to take his place, pushing his cock into your pussy before quickly and roughly moving his hips, pulling multiple moans and cries from your lips.

Hearing Ji-Yong huff you felt hands on your waist, helping you move onto your hands and knees, Seung Hyun kept his hands on your hips, his hips returning to their previous pace as he pushed his cock back into you. Moaning softly you watched as Ji-Yong positioned himself in front of you, his hand grabbing your jaw gently as he looked down to you "This okay?" He asked as he positioned his cock at your lips, you could feel the precum slowly drip onto your bottom lip as you slowly took him into your mouth, never breaking eye contact as you started to bob your head, running your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing each vein with the tip of your tongue as you took his cock deeper down your throat, moaning as Seung Hyun pushed his hips further against yours, causing you to take Ji-Yong's full cock down your throat. Ji-Yong's head fell back as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair, a string of breathy moans leaving his lips as you swallowed around him. Seung Hyun grunted as he gripped your hips, moving them with his as he bottomed out inside of you before rolling his hips, holding your hips to try and go as deep as he could, he could feel your pussy squeeze around him as your back arched. Your legs shook as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming, Ji-Yong's hand cupping your cheek gently as he guided his cock down your throat slowly before pulling out looking at his friend "Switch me." He demanded, shuttering as he felt your lips part slightly to lick any precum that had leaked out of his tip as he spoke.

Seung Hyun groaned as pulled out rolling his eyes at his friend as he switched places, Ji-Yong slowly pushing into you as Seung Hyun grabbed your hair in his hand, tilting your head to face him "Just tap me if it's too much, got it, Jegi?" He asked as he slipped his cock between your lips, starting to thrust his hips, sliding his cock down your throat repeatedly as you whimpered and moaned around him, only driving to go faster. As you made eye contact with Seung Hyun you felt Ji-yong's fingers start to rub circles on your clit. As Ji-Yong held your hips tightly to help you stay up, Seung Hyun held your hair "F-Fuck, you're so fucking good at this, Damnit I'm so close" He panted, his voice deeper than it was at the club, you felt his pace falter slightly before feeling something warm start to shoot down your throat, Seung Hyun groaned loudly, holding his hips still as he came, Ji-Yong kept a tight grip on your hips as he started to reach his own orgasm. As Seung Hyun slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth he watched as you licked your lips, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming around Ji-Yong. As you moaned loudly feeling Ji-yong cumming inside of you, Seung Hyun grabbed your jaw gently "aww, come on, Jegi, you can take it" He teased, his voice sending sparks through your body causing your pussy squeeze around Ji-Yong's cock tighter, you grabbed Seung Hyun's hand tightly as Ji-Yong slowly pulled out of you, throwing the used condom off to the side before turning you onto your back, kneeling down between your legs, licking a stripe up your pussy to your clit before pushing three fingers inside of you slowly. You moaned loudly, your back arching as you felt his tongue start to swirl circles around your clit. Seung Hyun squeezed your hand tightly "Eyes on me, Jegi, Don't look away or I'll make him stop" He demanded, you whimpered loudly looking up at him as you bit your lip "There she is, that feel good?" He teased, you just nodded your head quickly, moaning softly whenever he pressed his lips against yours firmly, nipping at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue inside of your mouth as your gasped, Ji-Yong curling his fingers as he swirled his tongue, causing your legs to start shaking as you came, your cum coating Ji-Yong's fingers and mouth, as he leaned up he quickly licked his lips, moving back to let Seung Hyun take his place.

You panted loudly, crying out as you felt Seung Hyun's tongue make contact with your clit before moving to push inside of you, curling to get any bit of cum that was left. Ji-Yong made his way to you, mocking your pouty face as he cupped your cheeks "You can take it, Princess, can't you?" You just moaned, your back arching again as Seung Hyun held your legs open, allowing him to gain better access to continue moving his tongue in and out of you, his fingers moving against your clit quickly, your moans just got louder until they were borderline shouts anytime you moaned, Seung Hyun pulling orgasm after orgasm from you as Ji-Yong left hickeys everywhere on your neck and chest teasing you while he did so "You look so cute when he's eating your pussy, princess" "Seung Hyun, I think she really liked that, her cute little face just did the thing" "Aww what is it too much, princess? You know what to do" He repeated, along with mocking your moans causing your face to feel as if it was on fire the entire time Seung Hyun pulled yet another orgasm from you, licking any cum that made it past his lips he leaned up smirking at you "Good girl" He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away. You looked at them both panting, desperate to catch your breath as they both smirked at you "I'll help you in the shower" Seung Hyun offered, Ji-Yong huffing in protest "I'll help her in the shower, you go get water" He offered, Seung Hyun just rolled his eyes "How about you go get water bottles, and then we both help?" He asked like it was obvious, his friend nodding quickly before rushing to your kitchen. Seung Hyun helped you to your feet, holding onto you tightly as you lead him to your bathroom, explaining how to use the shower.

After that night, both men couldn't seem to get you out of their head, often finding each other in the other's room talking about you or the way you did certain things, finally one night Ji-Yong had finally had enough, making his way to Seung Hyun's room before sighing "we need to find her again" He demanded, smiling as his friend agreed with him, not yet thinking how it'd work.

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You like? Part two of them finding you? If continued this will be a short limited series <33 so lmk

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