#kwon jiyong fluff

[loveesiren]

𝖫𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: Hiiii, was yapping with friends about funky lil sicknesses we had as children and I remembered the time I got lice when I was like 7 so I wrote this lol. Wanted to give you guys something while I move and work on CMH! Just silly, enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, lice??

wc: 2.1k+

Being a teacher was the most rewarding part of your life. You spent your days wrapped in patterned skirts and cardigan sweaters, hiding math problems beneath glittery worksheets and storytime. You smelled like markers and juice boxes, and your fingernails were always tinted faintly with dry-erase ink. But you loved it—nurturing young minds, celebrating their little victories, feeding them knowledge that would help shape the future.

And when you came home, you didn’t have to be the adult anymore. Not with Jiyong. In his arms, you got to be the kid. He’d pull you into his lap while a movie played, brush your hair out of your face, feed you bites of his cooking with chopsticks, and whisper silly things in your ear like “I love you more than ramen and music.” He made the world soft.

But tonight, your soft routine flew out the window.

“JIYONG, AHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of your scream echoed through the house like a murder had just occurred.

Jiyong dropped his freshly scooped bowl of ice cream straight into the sink, the spoon clanging loudly as he sprinted down the hallway—barefoot, breathless, wearing nothing but black boxers.

He skidded past the bathroom before stumbling back with wild eyes. “Baby?! Are you okay?! What happened?!”

You stood in front of the mirror, hair a tangled mess, eyes watery with panic. Your lips quivered.

“There are bugs in my hair…” you whispered in horror, your voice cracking as you reached up to point at your scalp. “Bugs, Ji!”

Jiyong blinked, stepping closer as he gently tilted your head to the side, brushing your hair apart with careful fingers.

He squinted, then chuckled softly. “Ah… Jagiya, you’ve got lice.”

“WHAT?!” you shrieked, flailing like the word itself physically stung. “NO. NO, NO, NO—EW! GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT!”

Jiyong winced and the cats darted through the hallway in terror. He leaned in toward the mirror to check his own hair, muttering under his breath, “Shit… I probably have them too…”

Sure enough, he found a tiny bug crawling leisurely through his orange strands. He plucked it with a grimace and crushed it between his fingers, holding it up for you to see like a trophy.

“Confirmed,” he said with a grin. “We’re infested.”

“Jiyong!” you wailed, stomping your foot. “Why are you SMILING?! This is a crisis!!”

He laughed and tried to pull you into his side, but you smacked his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble. “Get. Them. Out. Of. My. Hair!”

“I mean… we could just shave it all off.” His tone was too casual.

You froze. Then burst into tears.

“BABY! I’m kidding!” he gasped, eyes wide as he pulled you into a hug. “Oh my god, don’t cry—I swear I’m joking!”

You sobbed into his chest, smacking him again through your tears. “You’re an asshole, Jiyong…”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight even as you sniffled dramatically. “I know, babe. I know. But I promise—I’ll get rid of them. Every last one. We’ll nuke this whole place if we have to.”

You sniffed again. “Even the pillows?”

“Especially the pillows.” He kissed your temple. “Nobody fucks with my girl’s hair and lives.”

-

Jiyong had stuffed all of his hair into an oversized beanie and made the walk of shame to the corner bodega. He paced the aisles, grabbing tea tree oil, medicated shampoo, a steel-toothed lice comb that looked like a medieval torture device, and—because he knew you—your favorite snacks: a king-sized pack of sour candies, ramen, and a bottle of strawberry milk.

When he got home, the sound of your disgusted groans echoed from the bathroom.

He peeked in to find you hunched over the sink, using tweezers like surgical tools, picking through your hair and making dramatic gagging sounds with each bug discovery.

“Oh my god, they’re multiplying,” you whispered, horrified.

Jiyong tried not to laugh. “Jagiya, get in the bath,” he said gently, walking barefoot across the tile and kneeling beside the tub. He twisted the knobs and let the water run warm before pouring in a mountain of lavender bubble bath like it could somehow cleanse the trauma. It smelled like serenity.

“Ji, this is so disgusting,” you groaned, still inspecting your scalp like you were reading a bad Yelp review. “How the hell did this happen?”

“You spend every day surrounded by tiny humans who wipe their noses on their sleeves and forget what personal space is,” he said, matter-of-factly. “This was an ambush waiting to happen.”

You were too busy huffing at your reflection to notice him pulling your pajama top over your head.

“I’m infested,” you muttered.

“And still hot,” Jiyong said, grinning as he lifted you off the ground. You yelped and clung to his neck, but he just carried you over to the tub like you weighed nothing, gently placing you into the warm, bubbling water.

“I’m gonna throw the sheets in the wash and burn everything we own,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Be right back. Don’t go falling in love with another lice-removal specialist while I’m gone.”

You sank into the bath with a deep sigh, the lavender lulling your nerves and making the whole bug-invasion feel a little less apocalyptic. You grabbed your phone and, sure enough, saw an email from school.

Subject: Lice Protocol.

School was closed for the next few days for ‘decontamination.’ You almost cried with relief.

“Babe!” you called.

“What’s up?” Jiyong reappeared in the doorway, now shirtless and smug with his laundry triumph.

“School’s shutting down for a few days. Full-on lice outbreak.”

His eyebrows raised. “So you're telling me… I get you all to myself?”

He stripped off his pants and boxers and stepped into the bath, the bubbles reaching his hips as he sat behind you and pulled you against his chest like a human pillow.

“That means no grading, no early alarms…” he whispered. “Just you, me, and our parasite roommates.”

“Ew, don’t say that!” you grimaced, leaning away. “Don’t kiss me. There are bugs in my hair.”

“There are bugs in my hair too,” he replied, tugging you back into him like you hadn’t just declared a biohazard.

You whined. “Get them out. Please.”

“I got you, baby.” He lathered a palmful of the tea tree shampoo and began working it into your scalp with slow, deliberate fingers. You practically melted under his touch.

“This part’s kind of nice,” you admitted, eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs traced behind your ears.

Jiyong took his sweet time, scrubbing with love and then styling your soapy hair into ridiculous peaks and shapes—one moment a unicorn horn, the next a slicked-back mob boss look. “I call this one ‘Bugsy Malone.’”

You snorted. “You’re such a freak. Okay, my turn.” You scooted around in the tub, grabbed the shampoo, and lathered it into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp while he hummed happily.

Once both of your heads were foaming like cappuccinos, you sat back and giggled, flicking water at each other until the walls were wet and the bubbles overflowed.

“Thanks for always being the best,” you said softly, giving him a shy smile. “Are you sure you’re not mad that I gave you lice?”

Jiyong grinned. “Baby, you work with kids. I knew this day would come.”

You rolled your eyes. “Still…”

He kissed your nose. “You’re the best teacher I know. And someday you’re gonna be an amazing mom. And then we’ll probably get lice again.”

“Gross!” You splashed him and he laughed, water flying everywhere.

When the shampoo had done its job, you turned on the shower and let the warm stream wash away the tea tree suds and the tiny demons in your hair.

-

Jiyong sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, the tiny metal lice comb in one hand and a determined expression on his face like he was defusing a bomb. You sat in front of him wrapped in a towel, head bowed slightly as he methodically dragged the fine teeth of the comb through your damp strands.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured, gently parting your hair with his fingers, his brows furrowed with surgeon-level focus. “We’re almost done.”

Each time he wiped the comb on a tissue, your stomach twisted a little—another tiny, defeated bug removed, a new wave of ick crawling down your spine.

“You’re way too calm about this,” you muttered, shivering slightly.

“That’s because if I scream, we both scream, and I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that never ends well,” he replied, grinning. “Besides, I’m saving your beautiful scalp. I’m basically a hero.”

Once he was finally satisfied that your head was pest-free, it was your turn. You took the comb from his hand and gestured for him to sit between your legs.

“Alright, oppa. Time to return the favor.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping down like he was a soldier going into battle. “Be gentle. My scalp is sensitive. Like my soul.”

“Drama queen,” you teased, running the comb gently through his thick hair, being extra careful not to tug too hard. His hair was soft and dense, and you marveled for a second at how much time he clearly spent taking care of it. You were going to make sure no bug ever dared lay eggs here again.

Once the two of you had finished the comb-through and double-checked each other's heads under the harsh bathroom light, you applied what had to be half the bottle of tea tree oil to your hair—“for good measure,” you said as Jiyong watched with both concern and admiration.

“You’re gonna smell like a Christmas candle for a week,” he joked.

“Better than smelling like lice and trauma,” you shot back.

You rummaged through his bathroom drawers like a woman possessed until you triumphantly held up two packs of wrinkled plastic shower caps he’d swiped from a hotel. “Victory!”

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “You’re not actually—”

“You bet your ass I am. This is war.”

You forced the cap onto your oil-slicked hair and handed him another. “Put it on.”

He looked at it like it might bite him. “It’s giving ‘old lady at the spa.’”

“It’s giving ‘lice prevention protocol.’ Cap up, lover boy.”

Grumbling under his breath, he shoved his hair under the plastic dome. It puffed up around his head like a deflated balloon. “Happy now?”

You grinned. “So happy.”

The two of you climbed into bed with your heads crinkling like chip bags every time you moved. The cats, Iye and Zoa, sat at the foot of the bed, staring at you both like you’d completely lost it. Their eyes followed the rustling sounds like they were watching prey.

“Jagi… how long must we wear these?” Jiyong whispered. “Zoa’s giving me serial killer eyes. I think she’s about to pounce.”

“We have to sleep like this,” you whispered back. “We have to make sure every last bug is dead. This is serious.”

The night was anything but peaceful. Every toss and turn brought a chorus of crinkles. The cats took turns swatting at your heads. You woke up at 3:17 a.m. to Jiyong muttering “I swear to god, this cat’s trying to murder me.”

By 5 a.m., you’d both had enough.

Groggy, delirious, and running on zero good sleep, you dragged yourselves back into the bathroom. You stood under the warm spray of the shower, heads bowed like you were performing some kind of sleep-deprived exorcism. You washed each other wordlessly, hands moving lazily as steam filled the room.

Jiyong rubbed shampoo into your hair one last time, checking every section as if he was going for a medical license in Liceology. You did the same for him, and when you found nothing, you both exhaled like you'd finished a marathon.

You toweled off and sat on the edge of the bed, drying your hair while Jiyong ran a hand through his now lice-free mane, sighing in deep satisfaction.

“You know…” he said, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn, “school’s closed. I don’t have to work either. We’ve got the whole day to ourselves.”

You smirked, squeezing the towel tighter around your hair as you stepped closer. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

His lips curled into a familiar cocky grin. He reached for you, his hands finding their way to your bare hips before sliding lower. “I was thinking…”

You leaned in, hopeful. He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing.

“…we rot on the couch and order five kinds of takeout.”

You burst into laughter. “Jiyong!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling you into a warm embrace. “We earned it. We fought lice. We deserve snacks and K-dramas.”

You reached up and kissed him deeply, lingering as your fingers tangled in his clean, soft hair.

“Sounds perfect,” you whispered against his lips.

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[saymonsays]

Echoes Of Us —

‎pairing: idol!kwon jiyong x idol!reader

‎Summary: In 2009, rumors swirled about a secret romance between Kwon Jiyong of BIGBANG and You, a rising star from 2NE1. But despite the chemistry seen in their every interaction, neither ever confirmed the whispers—until now. Nearly a decade later, Jiyong’s new album drops, filled with songs that seem to speak directly to her. As the world wonders about the truth behind their rumored relationship, they’re forced to face the past they once buried. Between stolen moments and unsaid feelings, can they finally confront the love they never got to explore? Or is the silence between them too loud to overcome?

tags: exes-to-lovers?, idol au, social media au, chaotic fandom, pairings being unserious

‎

‎There were no press releases.

‎No handwritten letters.

‎No explanations on livestreams, or vague tweets, or "we're just friends" interviews.

‎

‎Just silence.

‎

‎The kind of silence that buzzed louder than any comeback stage.

‎The kind that echoed in reposted screenshots, matching captions, and eyes that lingered too long on camera.

‎And the fans—oh, they knew.

‎

‎They always knew.

‎

‎In 2009, we were fire and youth.

‎Two idols, fresh off our first taste of fame, breathing the same spotlight under YG’s roof.

‎You, with your perfectly timed smirks and lyrics that sounded too much like inside jokes.

‎Me, with my reckless heart and the stupid habit of always looking at you when I wasn’t supposed to.

‎

‎We weren’t confirmed.

‎We weren’t denied.

‎

‎But we were everything in between.

‎

‎Until 2018.

‎When the photos disappeared.

‎When I stopped liking your posts.

‎When you dropped a song that sounded like goodbye, and I posted a selfie with a caption that read, “you only miss the sun when it starts to snow.”

‎

‎Then came 2020.

‎When I disappeared, too.

‎

‎Now it’s 2025.

‎Your album just dropped.

‎Track 7 isn’t titled with my name. But it might as well be.

‎Fans are tagging me like they used to.

‎My mentions are on fire.

‎

‎And I hate how part of me still checks your lyrics for a version of us.

‎

‎Chapter 1 – Flashback: 2009

‎

‎2009 smelled like hairspray, stage lights, and instant ramyeon at 3AM.

‎

‎Backstage at Inkigayo was always chaos—stylists yelling, tangled cords, someone cursing about a lost mic pack. But in the middle of all that, he was just there. Leaning back in a dented leather chair, legs wide, head low, hoodie half-zipped. Not G-Dragon. Just Kwon Jiyong, scrolling his phone with one hand, clutching a lukewarm Americano in the other.

‎

‎He looked up when you walked past. You knew because his eyes lingered—just a second too long.

‎

‎“Ey,” he called out, voice rough from no sleep. “You’re on before us, right?”

‎

‎You turned, one brow raised. “Why? You scared we’ll steal the show?”

‎

‎He smiled. Not big. Just enough.

‎

‎“No,” he said, sipping. “Just wanted to know who I’ll be watching.”

‎

‎That’s how it started.

‎

‎Not with fireworks. Not with midnight rooftop confessions.

‎Just glances. Shared water bottles. Lingering silences in crowded green rooms.

‎One viral backstage photo the next week—his hand brushing yours as you both walked off stage.

‎Neither of you ever commented.

‎But fans did.

‎

‎Present Day – 2025

‎

‎📲 Instagram

‎@xxxibgdrgn - you haunt this album

‎liked by whatsupgd and others

‎

‎💬 Comments:

‎

‎@_blackjacksforever:

‎WAIT. IS THIS ABOUT HER??? 🫢🫢🫢

‎

‎@vipnation2000:

‎YALL. REMEMBER. 2010. MATCHING BRACELETS. I’M NOT OKAY.

‎

‎@ygtruthexposed:

‎2009: the stares

‎2018: the deleted posts

‎2025: UBERMENSCH.

‎GOODBYE I’M SHAKING

‎

‎@softbbychaerin:

‎someone check on HER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

‎

‎@Y/Nupdates:

‎@saintisY/N 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

‎

‎

‎You saw it.

‎You didn’t like the post.

‎Didn’t repost it.

‎Didn’t even open it.

‎

‎(…Okay. You opened it. Twice. Then closed it. Then opened it again. Fine—five times.)

‎

‎Because even after all these years—after the rumors, the silence, and the very loud nothing that happened in between—his music still lands like a message only you were meant to read.

‎

‎You left in 2020 without a goodbye.

‎

‎He dropped a song in 2025 like a letter he never sent.

‎

‎Now your name is trending on Twitter. Your DMs are chaos. And all your fans are tagging you under his album teaser with crying emojis and a “PLEASE REPLY.”

‎

‎—

‎

📲 ‎Instagram

‎@saintisY/N - ‎today was quiet. 🌼🐈

liked by daraxxi and others

‎

‎‎‎💬 Comments :

‎@vips_are_not_okay:

‎A CAT AND A DAISY??? IM SCREAMINGGGG

‎

‎@2ne1andbigbangforever:

‎WHY WOULD SHE POST THIS??? AFTER HIS ALBUM DROPPED??? 😭😭😭😭😭

‎

‎@jiyongsmuse:

‎Not the daisy. NOT THE DAMN DAISY. DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??

‎“New beginnings.” “Loyal love.” “INNOCENCE.” 😭

‎

‎@kpopconspiracycentral:

‎🧍‍♀️She posted a CAT. He loves cats.

‎🧍‍♀️She posted a DAISY. He once said daisies were his “soft spot.”

‎🧍‍♀️They’re speaking in FLORAL CODE.

‎I rest my case.

‎

‎

‎💬 Group Chat: 2NE1 🖤

‎Chaerin 👑:

‎she really posted a daisy. y/n. do you WANT to kill the fandom.

‎

‎Minzy 🐣:

‎no bc that was not subtle.

‎at all. 😭

‎

‎Bom 💋:

‎wait did you do it on purpose or did u forget that the daisy is HIS WHOLE THING

‎

‎YOU:

‎🧍‍♀️

‎i like the cat

‎and i like the flower

‎why are you guys screaming

‎

‎Chaerin 👑:

‎you know why 😐

‎and now look what you did. trending topic #2.

‎

‎Minzy 🐣:

‎“y/n soft launching g-dragon via floral arrangements”

‎IS A REAL TWEET RN

‎

‎💬 Private DMs: Chaerin → You

‎Chaerin 👑:

‎so like… are you okay

‎do you wanna talk about it

‎

‎YOU:

‎im fine

‎idk

‎his song kinda hit weird

‎

‎Chaerin 👑:

‎“hit weird” is a wild way to describe a man releasing a love letter album five years after you vanished

‎

‎YOU:

‎💀

‎i didn’t vanish. i just…

‎needed to disappear a bit

‎

‎Chaerin 👑:

‎do you still love him?

‎

‎YOU:

‎idk. maybe.

‎he was never the problem.

‎timing was.

‎

‎

‎📲 Instagram

‎@xxxibgdrgn‎‎‎ - some things never change.

‎liked by queenY/Npreached and others

‎

‎💬 Comments :

‎@vipnation:

‎THE. CAT.

‎THE. DAISY.

‎THE. CAPTION.

‎ARE YOU SERIOUS RN???

‎

‎@blinkoncebaby:

‎he’s not even hiding it anymore 😭 they’re both out here soft-launching a relationship from 2009 like it’s brand new

‎

‎@kpopforensicsunit:

‎🔍 Matching exhibit #321:

‎Y/N posted a daisy necklace in 2014.

‎Jiyong wore a daisy brooch on Inkigayo the SAME WEEK.

‎Do you understand the depth of their psychotic telepathy??

‎

‎@chaos_in_hd:

‎I swear this fandom is one mental breakdown away from unlocking time travel to prove they dated

‎

‎💬 Twitter/X Trends:

‎#DaisyGate – trending

‎#WhiteCatChronicles – 230K tweets

‎“Some Things Never Change” – trending lyrics

‎Jiyong & Y/N – 7th in K-celebs

‎

‎🧠 Fan Post on TikTok: @kpopdetectives

‎🎥:

‎🗣️ “Okay so you’re telling me… he liked THIS reel of Y/N doing a cat filter 4 days ago?”

‎📱 screen recording of his liked reels

‎🗣️ “And now she posts a cat. Then he posts a cat. AND A DAISY???”

‎🎼 cue dramatic music

‎📝 Caption: “They’re fighting for who’s more obvious rn and I’m here for it.”

—

‎

‎📬 Private Messages: Daesung → Jiyong

‎Daesung 🐉:

‎bro.

‎BRO.

‎you’re liking her reels now??? what happened to ���keeping it private”???

‎

‎Jiyong:

‎i just missed the cat

‎shut up

‎

‎Daesung 🐉:

‎yeah okay 😐 and the daisy you “accidentally” drew???

‎

‎Jiyong:

‎she started it

‎

‎Daesung 🐉:

‎this isn’t a war bro this is a slow burn trauma recovery romance and im tired

‎

—

‎

‎📰 [BREAKING – DISPATCH EXCLUSIVE]

‎KWON JIYONG'S NEW ALBUM STIRS DATING RUMORS — IS IT ABOUT HER?

‎‎Dispatch sources claim “the muse behind the lyrics might be someone from the past.”

‎Rumors of a rekindled relationship between BIGBANG’s G-Dragon and a certain former 2NE1 member have ignited the internet—again.

‎A source “close to the artist” says: “The song feels personal. He’s been reflecting on the past a lot lately.”

‎The article ends with a dramatic pixelated timeline collage and a blurry photo of… a daisy necklace from 2014.

‎(YES. THAT DAISY NECKLACE.)

‎

‎🗣️ Fans:

‎‎“dispatch always stirring the pot and vanishing like Batman 😭”

‎

‎📲 Instagram

@saintisY/N - hi, friend.

‎liked by luvgyongdrgn and others

‎��� Internet: currently on fire.

‎

‎💬 Comments :

‎@vipinvestigations:

‎SOMEONE ENHANCE. ENHANCE THE PHOTO. ZOOM IN ON THE SHOES. IS THAT THE SAME NIKE PAIR JIYONG WORE IN 2016??

‎

‎@blackjackera:

‎if that’s jiyong i’m actually throwing myself into the sun i CANNOT HANDLE THIS ANYMORE

‎

‎@yg_deluluteam:

‎wait… wasn’t that same boy in her 2014 MV?? like the same build and everything?? PLS THE LORE IS LORE-ING

‎

‎@knetcommentsimulator:

‎She said “friend” like we didn’t graduate from 10 years of analyzing celeb soft launches 😭

‎

‎📲 Instagram

@xxxibgdrgn - mood.

‎

‎🕒 Posted 9 minutes after your post. Subtlety: DECEASED.

‎

‎💬 Comments :

‎@gdtop_wifeunit:

‎SIR THIS IS A PUBLIC PLATFORM 😭😭😭

‎

‎@queen.of.scandals:

‎nah he said “you got a man? i got a gym membership.”

‎

‎@chaosauthentic:

‎he really posted a thirst trap like it’s 2013 all over again 😭 what is this middle school crush warfare???

‎

‎@delulusupremacy:

‎AND WHY IS THIS LOWKEY TOXIC AND ROMANTIC AT THE SAME TIME IM SICK

‎

‎🎥 TikTok: @fandomtiktokafterdark

‎🎵 “Toxic” by Britney Spears playing in background

‎🎥 clips of:

‎‎your “just a friend” post

‎‎jiyong’s thirst trap

‎‎dramatic zoom-ins of Dispatch’s daisy collage

‎📝 Caption:

‎‎this man went from posting flowers to flexing his abs in 24 hours. someone check on him and ME.

‎

‎📬 Private Messages: Bom → You

‎Bom:

‎WHY DID YOU POST THE MYSTERY BOY??? 😭😭😭

‎

‎You:

‎it’s literally my cousin’s friend like…???

‎

‎Bom:

‎DOES JIYONG KNOW THAT BECAUSE HE’S POSTING HIS PECS RIGHT NOW LMAO

‎

‎📬 Private Messages: Daesung → Jiyong

‎Daesung 🐉:

‎bro delete that thirst trap i BEG YOU. you’re giving 2012 tumblr fanfic energy.

‎

‎Jiyong:

‎she posted a BOY.

‎

‎Daesung 🐉:

‎she also posted a CAT and you drew a daisy. GROW. UP.

‎

‎

‎KakaoTalk – Manager Hyung → Kwon Jiyong

‎Manager Hyung (🧓🏼):‎ Jiyong-ah… 😐

‎Did you really just post a shirtless mirror selfie 9 minutes after HER post?

‎

‎Jiyong:

‎😇

‎

‎Manager Hyung:

‎This isn’t 2013.

‎You’re not 25.

‎We are ONE trending tag away from a press conference.

‎

‎Jiyong:

‎#LetThemTalk

‎They been talking since 2009.

‎

‎Manager Hyung:

‎YOU ARE FEEDING THEM 😭

‎Also, stop liking cat reels at 3AM, fans are tracking your activity like CSI Seoul.

‎

‎📩 Internal Chat – YG Ent. PR Team

‎PR Staff A:

‎uhh… guys

‎dispatch dropped a new article

‎again.

‎

‎PR Staff B:

‎which member now 😮‍💨

‎

‎PR Staff A:

‎it’s Jiyong

‎and her

‎

‎PR Staff C:

‎OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

‎

‎PR Director:

‎Damage control.

‎Archive the 2014 collabs.

‎Deactivate fan café comments.

‎Also… someone check his IG stories before he posts a thirst trap with lyrics this time.

‎

‎PR Intern:

‎too late.

‎he already commented a daisy emoji on a cat video.

‎

‎PR Director:

‎I QUIT.

‎

‎📲 Instagram – @xxxibgdrgn (Story)

‎🖼️: A black screen.

‎🎶: Lo-fi beat.

‎📝: “🕊️” + a daisy emoji

‎(Yes. That’s it. That’s the story. Chaos reincarnated.)

‎

‎📲 Twitter/X: @stantracker

‎Jiyong out here liking reels of cats, posting thirst traps, AND tagging daisy emojis all within 24 hours…

‎is this a comeback or a breakdown?

‎

‎🗣️ Replies:

‎

‎@nostalgiaera:

‎It’s BOTH and I’m LIVING for it.

‎

‎@cursedkpoptwt:

‎The way YG is PRAYING this turns into good promo instead of another scandal 😭

‎

‎@babygirl.gd:

‎This man is unserious but also in his feelings. Sir. Therapy. Now.

‎

‎

‎🎥 [Documentary Title: "Scandals & Stages: The Truth Behind K-pop Rumors"]

‎Scene: Interview Segment with Superfan @choiyasfangirl94

‎

‎🎙️ Interviewer:

‎“So… how do you feel about the rumored relationship between G-Dragon and… you know who?”

‎

‎Fan @choiyasfangirl94, sobbing into a 2NE1 lightstick:

‎“I’ve been here since 2009. They never said anything. They didn’t have to. I KNEW. We KNEW. And now he’s posting daisies and she’s hugging cats—

‎I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY 😭😭😭

‎Even if it’s not with each other!!! But also I’ll die if it’s not with each other.”

‎

‎🎙️ Interviewer:

‎“…Thank you for your honesty.”

‎

‎Cut to: black screen. White text fades in.

‎"She’s been a loyal fan for 16 years."

‎

‎💬 Instagram Comments – @netflixkr Clip

‎@saintisY/N:

‎😂

‎

‎@xxxibgdrgn:

‎👀

‎

‎@chaotic2ne1stan:

‎NOT HER COMMENTING ON HER OWN FANDOM’S BREAKDOWN 😭😭

‎

‎@gdandyou4ever:

‎are they flirting in the comments again

‎pls i can’t keep doing this

‎

‎📣 BREAKING NEWS: 2NE1 COMEBACK ANNOUNCEMENT

‎📰 @official2NE1

‎📢 “We’re back.”

‎🎤 #2NE1Comeback2025

‎🖼️ [teaser poster with silhouettes + daisy in the background]

‎

‎Twitter/X GOES INSANE:

‎

‎@tearstainedvip:

‎THE DAISY IN THE POST?! IS THAT A REFERENCE?! I CAN’T BREATHE

‎

‎@blackjack4life:

‎You’re telling me we’re getting 2NE1 and maybe public dating confirmation in one timeline?? 2025 you’re CRAZY for this.

‎

‎@jiyongdeluluunit:

‎he’s so unserious and I’m marrying him for that.

‎

‎

‎🎬 YouTube Video:

‎“🌼 243 Reasons Why G-Dragon’s New Album is 100% About Her (And You Can’t Change My Mind)”

‎by @deluluforpromotions

‎

‎[Intro music: royalty-free trap beat]

‎

‎👩‍🏫 “Alright class, let’s break it down. Slide 1—daisy.”

‎cue: screenshot of your Instagram post

‎🖼️: You, holding a cat → next slide: daisies on your hair.

‎

‎👩‍🏫 “Coincidence? You wish. Jiyong is literally a living daisy and calls his cat ‘Princess.’ Slide 12—timeline of cat and flower references from 2009 to now. Yes, I made an Excel sheet. No, I don’t sleep.”

‎

‎📊 Slide 29:

‎

‎2011: You, wearing a daisy clip on Inkigayo

‎

‎2013: Jiyong wears daisy on his jacket

‎

‎2016: Your post, a cat emoji in IG caption

‎

‎2025: Jiyong posts THIS ↓

‎🖼️: close-up of his daisy ring + cat plushie in the background

‎

‎💬 “That’s not a metaphor. That’s a CONVERSATION.”

‎

‎📲 Reddit Thread:

‎[r/kpopthoughts] THE TIMELINE IS NOT TIMELINING ENOUGH

‎

‎💬 u/2ne1wasrobbed:

‎what if that boy in the “friend” post is actually an actor from her 2014 MV??

‎

‎💬 u/bigbangtop5:

‎nah bc Jiyong posted a thirst trap RIGHT after. this is petty ex behavior. he’s sick. I love him.

‎

‎💬 u/gdisdownbad:

‎not YG employees entering the thread like 👀

‎@ygpleasedontsueme

‎

‎📲 Twitter/X Trending:

‎#JiyongComebackOrBreakdown

‎‎#ShePostedTheDaisy

‎‎#DispatchLeaveThemAloneChallenge

‎‎#JiyongSawTheFriendPostAndLostHisMind

‎#VIPsAndBlackjacksBackInTheTrenches

‎

‎🚨 Dispatch Article Headline:

‎‎“Kwon Jiyong and Former 2NE1 Member: Secret Lovers or Public Trolls?”

‎

‎📸 blurry photos of two silhouettes walking (could literally be anyone)

‎📸 magnified photo of matching bracelets from 2012

‎

‎Netizens be like:

‎

‎“This photo was taken at 3:47PM, which is when she usually drinks iced americanos… coincidence? I THINK NOT.”

—

‎

‎

‎📲 📡 Kwon Jiyong goes LIVE on Instagram

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: [camera turns on, he's sitting in his dimly-lit studio, looking suspiciously good in a sleeveless shirt]

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "Uh... hi. Just checking in. Thank you for all the love on the album. I see you."

‎smirks, sips iced americano. chat goes feral.

‎

‎💬 Comments exploding:

‎‎@vipnation: SIR DON’T “SEE ME” I’M FRAGILE

‎

‎@blackjackdetective: THIS IS A TRAP HE’S SETTING US UP

‎

‎@daisy4u: blink twice if the album is about her

‎

‎@2ne1reunionpls: WHERE IS SHE WHERE IS SHE WHERE IS SHE

‎

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "You guys... are really good at putting pieces together, huh?"

‎leans back, smirks again

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "But you still don’t know everything."

‎💬 [CHAT LOSING IT]

‎

‎@gdisdownbad: TELL US WHAT WE DON’T KNOW

‎

‎@stanlegendforever: SIR???

‎

‎@flowermetoyourcat: IS THIS A CONFESSION OR A THREAT

‎

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "Anyway... I'm happy. It’s been a while since I felt like this."

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: [reaches for phone as it vibrates—caller ID says “🐱”]

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "...Oh." awkward laugh

‎🧑🏻‍🦱: "Sorry, I—uh, I gotta take this."

‎

‎📲 [LIVE ENDED]

‎

‎📡 TWT/X EXPLODES:

‎#JiyongLiveChaos

‎‎#WhoIs🐱

‎‎#HeSaidWeDontKnowEverything

‎‎#WHATDOESHEKNOWTHATWEDONTKNOW

‎

‎💬 @vintagevip: I HAVEN’T FELT THIS ALIVE SINCE 2013

‎💬 @2ne1legend: bro said “I gotta take this” like it’s not a LIFE-ALTERING MYSTERY

‎💬 @screamingatdispatch: bet dispatch already working on a Part 2 article titled "Who is 🐱?"

‎—

‎📸 @saintisY/N just posted. tagged: @xxxibgdrgn

‎🕰️ Posted 10 minutes ago

‎‎‎Caption:

‎‎“pressing the call button isn’t that hard, right? still miss you.”

‎📍Seoul, 2012

‎

‎📲 Comments (1,672,983)

‎@vipnation: I’M—SCREECHING—WAILING—BARKING—

‎@2ne1forever: MOTHER??? YOU JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THE HOLY GRAIL OF 2ND GEN

‎@kpoparchives: HISTORIANS STAY WINNING

‎@daisyluvbot: SHE ATE AND LEFT NO FLOWER STEMS

‎@dispatchofficial: typing...

‎

‎💥 10 MINUTES LATER: JIYONG INSTAGRAM STORY

‎📷 Black screen. Just white text.

‎

‎“You still have that photo?”

‎

‎📷 @xxxibgdrgn just posted. tagged: @saintisY/N

‎🧨 TWT/X: CHAOS MODE

‎#PressTheCallButton

‎#SheMissesHim

‎#TheyWereInLoveAndStillAre

‎#ThisIsBetterThanDispatch

‎#DropThePhoneCallNext

‎

‎💬 @kdramadetective: tell me this isn’t the most painfully romantic slow-burn idol au I’ve ever lived through

‎💬 @yourfavstanacc: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY’VE BEEN HOLDING ONTO PHOTOS LIKE THESE FOR OVER A DECADE

‎💬 @vintagevip: YG PUT THEM IN A COMEBACK STAGE OR PUT ME IN A COMA

‎

‎

‎🎤📣 BREAKING NEWS ON KPOP TWT/X:

‎@kmediabuzz:

‎🚨 JUST IN: 2NE1 will be holding a comeback concert for their long-awaited return, and YES — sources confirm a special stage featuring BIGBANG will be happening.

‎WE REPEAT: 2NE1. BIGBANG. TOGETHER. ONE STAGE. ONE NIGHT. 😭🔥

‎

‎FANDOM REACTION:

‎@vipnation: THIS ISN’T A REUNION THIS IS A RESURRECTION

‎@2ne1fanatic: THE CHURCH OF 2NE1 IS OPEN AGAIN AND THE PRIESTS ARE BIGBANG

‎@kwonchaos: JIYONG'S GONNA SEE HER AGAIN ON STAGE IM GONNA VOMIT

‎@daisylovergirl: IF THEY PERFORM “BAE BAE” OR “LETS NOT FALL IN LOVE” I’M SUING YG FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

‎@fanprojectqueen: WE NEED TO HOLD UP SIGNS THAT SAY “PRESS THE CALL BUTTON” OMGGGG

‎

‎🎟️ CONCERT DAY —

‎You haven’t seen Jiyong face-to-face in years. Not really.

‎Not without the filter of screens, of managers, of cameras and stage lights.

‎

‎But here he is. Rehearsing across from you.

‎Hair tucked under a cap. Shirt too loose. Smile too nervous.

‎And when your eyes meet—just for a second—it’s 2009 again.

‎The basement studio. The shared water bottle. That stupid inside joke about daisy petals.

‎He loves me. He loves me not.

‎Back then, you didn’t know how to answer that.

‎But now?

‎

‎The answer might just be a stage away.

‎

‎🎥 FANSITES & LIVESTREAM CLIPS GO VIRAL:

‎Fan-cam: Jiyong sneaking glances at you during rehearsal

‎‎Fan chant: Deafening. Unified. “YOU BELONG TOGETHER!”

‎‎Moment of chaos: During a group hug, he reaches for your hand. You don’t pull away.

N‎etizens: BREATHE? NEVER HEARD OF IT.

‎

‎

‎📍 [BACKSTAGE – MINUTES BEFORE THE SHOW BEGINS]

‎You’re seated on the makeup chair, pretending your legs aren’t shaking as a stylist pins back your bangs. The mirror in front of you shows a calm face, but your heart is doing choreography backstage—full-on body rolls.

‎

‎“BIGBANG and 2NE1, please standby for opening stage.”

‎

‎You hear the voice through the earpiece and freeze. The stylist gently squeezes your shoulder like she knows. Maybe she does.

‎

‎The hallway is full of staff, tension, and ghosts from the past.

‎And standing right across it, in a black oversized jacket, is the biggest one of all.

‎

‎Kwon Jiyong.

‎

‎He’s wearing in-ears. Rings on every finger. A smirk that isn’t sure if it should exist.

‎He saw you.

‎You saw him.

‎

‎No words. Just silence. And the same thought playing between you:

‎“Are we really doing this again?”

‎

‎🎤 [ONSTAGE – MIDWAY THROUGH THE PERFORMANCE]

‎The beat drops. Crowd screams. You and Jiyong walk in from opposite ends.

‎

‎You meet center stage, backs turned to each other at first.

‎

‎Then you spin.

‎

‎Eye contact.

‎

‎FLASHBULBS.

‎

‎CHAOS.

‎

‎And the moment your mics lift, the crowd loses their mind:

‎

‎‎You walk toward him during the bridge. He steps forward too.

‎

‎And when the chorus hits—he gently takes your hand.

‎

‎Not choreography. Not planned.

‎

‎Just real.

‎

‎📸 [POST-CONCERT HEADLINES]

‎"2NE1 x BIGBANG REUNION MELTS THE INTERNET: Kwon Jiyong and [Y/N] Spark Dating Rumors Again After Iconic Stage Chemistry"

‎

‎"K-pop Fans Notice Hidden Message in Setlist Order — Did They Just Confess on Stage?"

‎

‎"Jiyong Held [Y/N]'s Hand Like It Was 2009 Again and We're Not Okay"

‎

‎"K-Pop's Most Mysterious 'Almost Couple' Might Not Be So 'Almost' Anymore"

‎

‎📱 [PRIVATE – POST-CONCERT, DRESSING ROOM]

‎You're wiping off makeup when someone knocks.

‎

‎It’s him.

‎

‎Jiyong walks in slowly, glancing around like he’s not sure if he’s allowed.

‎

‎“Hey,” he says. Voice hoarse.

‎“You sang that bridge like you meant it.”

‎

‎You smirk, tossing a makeup wipe into the trash.

‎

‎“Maybe I did.”

‎

‎The room falls quiet again. Like every room with you two always does.

‎

‎And then he says:

‎

‎“You didn’t press the call button. But I showed up anyway.”

‎

‎You look up. He’s smiling. Nervous. Hopeful.

‎

‎“Was that okay?”

‎

‎You shrug, walking past him with a heartbeat in your throat.

‎

‎But just before you leave—

‎

‎“It’s more than okay,” you whisper.

‎

‎And this time... you do press the call button.

‎

‎📸 [DISPATCH EXCLUSIVE — TITLE: “WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG. FINALLY.”]

‎🗞️ Posted 7 minutes after the stage ended.

‎

‎📷 15 blurry photos.

‎📷 3 high-res zoom-ins of you and Jiyong holding hands mid-stage.

‎📷 1 photo from 2012 used for ✨emotional leverage✨.

‎📷 1 unbothered photo of Dara eating corn in the background.

‎

‎CAPTION:

‎‎“After years of silence, Kwon Jiyong and [REDACTED] of 2NE1 finally spark real interaction on stage again—matching lyrics, eye contact, and even skinship… all under the spotlight. Sources say the two were seen speaking privately backstage after the concert. We’ll update as this story develops.

‎

‎We TOLD YOU. Don’t play with Dispatch. We BEEN knew.”

‎‎[#DispatchNeverLies #JiyongAndYN #2NE1Comeback #BigbangReunion]

‎

‎🧍‍♂️ YG PR Team RIGHT NOW:

‎📞 INTERN:

‎"Sir… Dispatch just posted again."

‎

‎📞 PR Manager:

‎‎"Is it blurry?"

‎

‎📞 INTERN:

‎"No, sir. It’s 4K Ultra HD. Emotional damage resolution."

‎

‎📞 PR Manager:

‎"……I need a drink."

‎

‎📲 SOCIAL MEDIA REACTIONS:

‎💬 “DISPATCH WAS SITTING ON THIS STORY LIKE A WIFE WAITING FOR HER HUSBAND TO MESS UP.”

‎💬 “Jiyong and [Y/N] had better be dating after this. If not, I’m suing for emotional distress.”

‎💬 “Someone please check on the YG intern running PR. I know they’re in the bathroom crying.”

‎💬 “Can Dispatch chill. LIKE PLEASE. CHILL. WE’RE STILL BREATHING INTO PAPER BAGS HERE.”

—

Author's note: i giggled before posting this

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS YOUR HUSBAND!

୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! mild smut! & more fluff

୨ৎ from myeong: hi! thank you for requesting and I’ve been so excited to get this done for you! hope you can enjoy it x

ʚɞ GDRAGON VS JIYONG?

of course there’s a small difference here and there.. we are speaking about the gdragon himself! but he is still your caring, thoughtful, loving, affectionate, and kind man that you decided to marry hoping to spend the rest of your life with—which you will bc there is no way that he’s letting you go. never ever.

he’s the sweetest man. takes such good care of you and makes it his mission to get you whatever it is that you want or need—don’t even have to ask! if he knows you’re wanting something? you’ll have it.

will learn how to make your favorite dishes in an instant! say he’s not the best at cooking or maybe it’s just this particular meal? will go as far as taking a class just to learn how to make it the perfect way.

absolutely adores when you’re able to watch him on stage and no not just on the television he’ll want you at every concert or show he does. that’s when the king of k-pop comes out! but when the show is finished and his eyes find you? oh there is your cute and sweet jiyong again that’ll do anything for you.

a very touchy man he is—especially in the morning he’ll need to be wrapped around you. either his arm is wrapped around your waist or he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer to his warm chest, hearing the soft sound of his calm heartbeat that he always says “beats just for you.”

even when he’s in public with you and he is the gdragon himself.. he’s still your sweet husband and will always take care of you. he enjoys pushing his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer to him by your waist and looking down at you with a cute goofy smile on his face. nothing about this man changes just because you’re in public.

writes so many songs about you. the majority of them he won’t release and waits until he thinks they’re perfect to show you and he’ll call you into the studio for you to hear while you sit on his lap. he’ll stare up at you the whole time wanting to see your reaction and how you genuinely feel about it.

“what do you think, baby? I worked so hard on it and I just.. wanted to make it perfect for you—us.” his hand will be resting on your lower back and he’ll smile up at you from time to time just seeing how flustered you get from all of this. he loves that part.

not sure if this sounds weird! but I think it’s sweet and he’ll think it’s even sweeter but he enjoys slow dancing with you in the living room. picking out the perfect slow older korean song and grabbing you gently by the waist and slowly dancing with you even if you’re both not that good at it. it’ll be both a very romantic gesture and funny memory.

sometimes… you get gdragon in bed. he’s more rough with you but will always ask if this is okay first before he proceeds. sometimes he can’t help himself and craves you so badly that he becomes like a desperate animal in heat. his kisses are rough, hot, and messy against your lips while his hands roam your perfectly crafted body.

“fuck—you look so good underneath me like this. you always do.. such a perfect girl for me, hm? you like this don’t you? like it when I’m rough with you.”

he can go a few rounds. a few breaks in between to check on you and make sure you’re okay before he wants to go at it again. morning sex is also quite popular with him. he enjoys slow, romantic, and sweet morning sex. sometimes he’s a bit rough but he’ll apologize and ask if you’re doing okay.

you’re his passenger princess!! he’ll take you all over the place and rest his hand on your thigh, or grab at your hand and hold it like he’s never held it before and place soft pecks to your fingers. when stopped at stop lights he’ll take pictures of you before handing the phone over to you and asking to take pictures of him. he calls these ‘cute memories’

if you two get into an argument it won’t last. he doesn’t think it’s right to stay mad at you especially if the argument is such a petty one. he’ll break first and apologize and ask what he could do to make things better for the both of you. he enjoys being mature about it and handling things with care.

loves sharing his art with you and he eventually takes his art to another level and makes it all about you. pieces that he’s either worked on or just bought are strictly for you and he’ll wait for the perfect moment to show you and tell you about each piece and what it means for the both of you.

[pinkmoontaco]

Hii it's me again lol about the g dragon, can i request something like kwon jiyong x idol reader, reader is younger than him (OF COURSE LEGAL AGE HAHA), she's a soloist or in a girl group (you decide 🥰) when bigbang performed in the mama awards just last year so iconic lol, after they performed they have to sit with other artists, he purposely planned talked to some staffs to make his and her group sit together, and they have some moments that the fans caught on and yes HAHAHA you continue BUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT, idk if you could understand it 😔😔😔 i dont know to explain this properly lol

Exposed || Kwon Jiyong

Pairing: Idol Jiyong X Idol Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: Jiyong and Y/N, a idol from a popular girl group, have been secretly dating. However, their relationship starts sparking rumors after several accidental (and not-so-accidental) moments at the MAMA Awards. A.N: Please let me know if you guys want a part 2 continuation of this story

Please give it lots of love and support! Don’t forget to leave your thoughts, comments and don't forget to follow for more stories like this—they mean so much to me and help me improve. Your feedback and encouragement keep me motivated to keep writing. Thank you for being patient and sticking with me. Love you guys 💖💖 And also feel free to make any request for any other members or other groups M.list

The night was electric. BIGBANG had just finished their performance, a stage that would be talked about for years. The energy was still buzzing in the air as the members walked off, their breathing still heavy from the adrenaline. And from his place on stage, Jiyong had already located you.

Your group had been watching from the front rows, standing, clapping, and cheering along with the other artists. But unlike the rest, you felt the heat of his gaze.

You knew you had to play it cool. You kept your eyes forward, lips pressed together in the perfect image of a professional junior idol. But when he bowed, when he let his eyes flicker to yours for half a second longer than necessary, you felt your pulse quicken.

It wasn’t over.

Because when it came time for seating arrangements, suddenly, your group was ushered toward BIGBANG’s section.

Your leader glanced at the staff in confusion. “Oh, we’re sitting here?”

A staff member just nodded, completely unaware of the tension brewing beneath the surface. Or maybe they did know. After all, Jiyong had made sure of it.

As you sat down, your assigned seat just happened to be diagonal from his. Close enough for accidental touches. Close enough for subtle games.

And Jiyong? Oh, he was enjoying himself.

The first time your knees brushed, you thought it was an accident. The seating was cramped, and idols were squeezed together with barely any space to move.

But then it happened again.

This time, he pressed his knee deliberately against yours.

You didn’t react. You kept your posture perfect, eyes locked on the stage. But your fingers curled slightly in your lap.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Jiyong chuckled under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.

"You're good at this," he murmured, barely moving his lips.

You exhaled slowly, keeping your eyes on the performance. "At what?"

"At pretending like I’m not here," he mused. Then, leaning slightly closer, he added, "But I know you feel it."

Your breath hitched. The warmth of his leg against yours, the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine—you hated how easily he affected you.

But two could play this game.

So, without missing a beat, you pressed your knee back against his.

And that was the moment his smirk faltered.

Sometime during the award announcements, a staff member brought bottled water to each table. You twisted open your cap, taking a small sip—only to nearly choke when Jiyong’s ringed fingers casually reached forward, stealing your bottle.

Before you could react, he took a slow sip, completely unbothered.

Your eyes widened, but he merely wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, setting the bottle back down in front of you.

"Yah," you whispered, shooting him a glare.

"Problem?" he asked innocently, tilting his head.

You scoffed, reaching for another bottle, but before you could, he leaned over and slid the original bottle back toward you.

His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just drink from mine."

Your stomach flipped. You hated that he was enjoying this.

And you hated even more that you took the bottle and drank from it.

It started as something harmless. Just a quick glance in his direction.

But you didn’t realize the camera had zoomed in on you.

At that exact moment, Jiyong, ever the instigator, tapped his fingers against the table in a rhythm only you recognized—a song he’d written for you.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. He noticed.

And before you could stop it—before you could school your expression into something neutral—your lips curled up in the tiniest smile.

And the fans caught everything.

The camera cut away almost instantly, but not fast enough.

Twitter exploded.

"WHY DID Y/N JUST SMILE OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN GD WAS TAPPING THE TABLE HELPPP"

"WHAT WAS HE TAPPING?? HELLO CODEBREAKERS??"

"Y/N SMILING AFTER GD LOOKED HER WAY... Y'ALL WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE 👀"

"GD took HER bottle?? And she didn’t even react?? Oh nah they are not slick."

And then—dispatch dropped a clip.

A grainy, fan-taken video from the upper seats of the arena. The footage was shaky, but clear enough to show:

Jiyong passing your group a drink, but ONLY handing it to you.

The knee touch under the table.

Your stolen glance. Your tiny, traitorous smile.

It was subtle. Barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking.

But the fans? They saw everything.

The awards continued, but you barely registered the winners.

Because Jiyong wasn’t done.

His fingers drummed against the table again. This time, the rhythm wasn’t a song. It was a message.

T-A-L-K T-O M-E

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head slightly.

Jiyong grinned. He saw that.

Then, the absolute menace that he was, he raised a brow and mouthed, "Scared?"

You nearly scoffed. Oh, he wanted to play? Fine.

You leaned in slightly, just enough for only him to hear.

"Oppa," you murmured, voice sweet but laced with warning. "Behave."

The effect was immediate.

Jiyong’s smirk twitched, his fingers freezing for just a second—because he liked it when you called him that. And you knew it.

His hand curled into a loose fist on the table, jaw tightening for a moment before he exhaled and shot you a half-lidded gaze.

"That’s unfair," he murmured back, voice husky.

You bit back a smirk.

You knew Jiyong was watching.

You felt it.

The moment your group took the stage, the energy in the arena shifted—louder screams, flashing lights, and a certain someone sitting comfortably in the artist section, front row, with that signature smirk.

At first, he was composed—just nodding to the beat, sunglasses perfectly in place.

But then?

Then came your part.

The camera panned to him just as you stepped forward for your solo.

The moment your hips rolled, your gaze sharp and commanding—

Jiyong?

Gone.

The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sunglasses sliding down his nose as he openly stared.

The live audience noticed instantly.

"HE'S STARING. HE IS NOT EVEN HIDING IT."

"DID Y'ALL SEE HIS SMIRK WHEN Y/N DID HER PART? EXCUSE ME????"

"THIS IS NOT EVEN A FANBOY REACTION. THAT'S A MAN ADMIRING HIS WOMAN."

It got worse when you locked eyes with him for half a second.

Jiyong?

Smirked.

The type of smirk that said, "You know exactly what you're doing, jagiya."

The camera caught it all.

And just when people thought it couldn’t get any more insane—

Mid-performance, a cameraman—who deserves a RAISE—zoomed in on Jiyong again.

This time?

The man was biting his lip.

"JAIL. JAIL FOR THIS MAN."

"Y/N NEEDS TO PAY FOR MY THERAPY BECAUSE HER PERFORMANCE GOT GD LIKE THAT."

"HE'S SO OBVIOUS IT'S EMBARRASSING PLEASE."

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Jiyong?

Still shameless.

By the time your performance ended, he was back to normal, clapping like nothing happened.

But when you walked back to your seat—next to him—he leaned over and whispered:

"You almost killed me up there, sweetheart."

You gritted your teeth. "Serves you right."

He chuckled, voice dangerously low.

"Just wait till later."

Your breath hitched.

And just like that—the night wasn’t over yet.

At the very end of the night, artists were standing, clapping, saying their goodbyes.

Jiyong was walking ahead with the BIGBANG members when, for just a second, he glanced over his shoulder at you.

And you looked back.

The moment lasted only a second, but someone caught it on camera.

A single, slow-motion GIF.

Jiyong turning his head, looking back at you.

Your eyes meeting his.

That split-second smirk before he faced forward again.

Twitter? In flames.

"HE LOOKED BACK. HE LOOKED BACK. OH MY GOD HE LOOKED BACK."

"That was NOT a casual glance. That was a ‘meet me later’ look."

"THE SMIRK. I CAN’T BREATHE."

"They think they’re being sneaky. THEY ARE NOT."

Later That Night…

Your phone buzzed.

Jiyong: So, when are we announcing the wedding?

You: Jiyong-ah.

Jiyong: Yes, my love?

You: I’m going to kill you.

Jiyong: But you’ll miss me too much, won’t you?

YOU: You did that on purpose right?

Jiyong: Of course I did. How else will they know you’re mine?

You: WE ARE NOT GETTING CAUGHT.

Jiyong: Sweetheart, we’ve already been caught.

Jiyong: You looked unreal tonight.

You: You made it OBVIOUS.

Jiyong: You make it hard to behave, jagiya.

You: STOP.

Jiyong: Make me. 😏

You groaned, flopping onto your bed. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong.

And the actual worst part?

You liked it.

It started as fan theories.

A harmless coincidence.

But by the time the MAMA afterparty ended, it had escalated into a full-blown scandal.

TRENDING ON TWITTER

#GDxY/N #Y/N_LuckyGirl #GDRAGON_LostHisCool

THE CLUES THAT STARTED IT ALL:

The Seating Arrangement Scandal

Why was your group suddenly seated next to BigBang when it wasn’t in the original floor plan? 🤨

Fans dug up footage of Jiyong talking to staff before the show.

"HE PLANNED IT. THIS MAN WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO SIT NEXT TO HER."

Jiyong’s Reactions = A Man Down BAD

The lip bite. The smirk. The unholy stare.

"We’ve seen GD fanboy before, but this? This is different."

"He was watching like he already KNEW how that dress looked up close." 😭😭

The Afterparty Coincidence

You and Jiyong left around the same time.

Different cars, but same direction.

Fans noticed your manager looking stressed while BigBang’s team tried to be low-key.

"They didn’t even try to stagger their exits. HELP."

The Matching Accessories Debacle

The next day, Jiyong posted an Instagram story.

A hand, casually holding a glass of wine.

A familiar ring on his finger—the same one you were seen wearing months ago.

"SO WEARING COUPLE RINGS IS JUST A THING NOW? OKAY."

THE COMPANY RESPONSES = SUSPICIOUS AF

Your Agency:

"Y/N and G-Dragon are just industry colleagues. The seating was arranged by MAMA organizers."

YG Entertainment:

"We do not comment on our artists' personal lives."

TRANSLATION: "We're not denying it."

"YG NOT EVEN TRYING TO LIE LMFAO."

"If they weren’t dating, they’d have shut this down IMMEDIATELY. Oh, they’re so caught."

"Just drop the wedding invitation at this point."

After days of speculation, Jiyong did what he does best—

Trolled everyone.

NEW IG POST: A selfie. Smirking. Caption?

"I love MAMA."

THAT’S. IT.

"HE'S PLAYING WITH US HELP."

"SIR JUST CONFIRM IT OR DENY IT. DON’T TEASE US LIKE THIS."

"This man enjoys chaos too much I can’t."

THE INTERNET STILL HASN’T RECOVERED.

And neither have you. 😭🔥

If people weren’t sure before—

Now?

They were certain.

All thanks to one tiny, completely avoidable mistake.

NEW IG POST: Y/N’s Group Behind-The-Scenes Photos!

Your group’s official account posted casual snapshots from rehearsals, practice rooms, and random candid moments from recent schedules.

Harmless, right?

Wrong.

Because eagle-eyed fans noticed something immediately.

THE CLUE THAT BROKE THE INTERNET:

In one mirror selfie, you were holding your phone in the corner.

Reflected in the mirror? A very familiar-looking silver bracelet.

The exact same bracelet Jiyong had been wearing for years.

FAN REACTIONS = PURE CHAOS

"I NEED EVERYONE TO ZOOM IN RIGHT NOW."

"THAT. THAT IS GD’S BRACELET. THAT MAN DOESN’T TAKE IT OFF."

"SO SHE WAS WITH HIM? OR…???"

"Not them getting caught by a MIRROR REFLECTION."

Hours after the bracelet debacle, Jiyong—being Jiyong—made everything worse.

NEW IG POST: A Random Aesthetic Shot

A simple photo of his hand, resting casually on a table.

Except…

The bracelet was front and center.

The background? Suspiciously similar to a place you had visited just days ago.

Caption?

"Good things should be kept close." 😏

FAN REACTIONS = ABSOLUTE CHAOS

"SIR. SIR, THIS IS NOT SUBTLE."

"ARE THEY EVEN HIDING ANYMORE??"

"Y/N POST THE MATCHING PHOTO OR WE RIOT."

"I feel like we’re getting a dating confirmation in 3…2…1."

Chats:

You: Jiyong. YOU. NEED. TO. STOP. 😡

Jiyong: Stop what?

You: YOU KNOW WHAT.

Jiyong: I just like my bracelet. 🤷

You: I WILL THROW THAT BRACELET INTO THE OCEAN.

Jiyong: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t dive in after it.

You: I AM BLOCKING YOU.

Jiyong: Again? Cute. 😘

One week later, just when the rumors started to die down—

Jiyong did something so reckless that even your company gave up.

NEW IG STORY: A simple photo of his hand intertwined with someone else’s.

The angle? Purposely vague.

But the bracelet?

Still there.

And the nail polish color on the other hand?

The exact same shade you had worn the day before.

Caption?

"Some things don’t need to be explained."

INSTANT WORLDWIDE MELTDOWN.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM BOTH AGENCIES:

"We ask fans to respect our artists’ personal lives."

TRANSLATION: "Yeah, they’re dating. We’re tired. Leave us alone."

THE INTERNET GOES INSANE

"AFTER ALL THAT TEASING, WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION???"

"GD REALLY SAID SOFT LAUNCH THEN HARD LAUNCH LMAO."

"Y/N YOU ARE THE LUCKIEST WOMAN ALIVE."

"MAMA 2024 BETTER HAVE A COUPLE SEAT ARRANGEMENT READY."

You: Are you happy now?? 😩

Jiyong: Very. 😌

You: You're insufferable.

Jiyong: You love me, though. 😘

You: …Shut up.

Jiyong: Make me. 😏

[gdinthehouseee]

224: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: after being indecisive on the design, you finally get a matching tattoo with ji-yong

word count: 2504

tags: fluff, flirting, smau bonus - (if you have tattoos we'll pretend this was your first ever tattoo, for the plot ofc) also your usernames are within the images :pp

“You know,” Ji-yong muses, tracing lazy circles on your arm as you lay tangled together on the couch, “I still think we should get matching tattoos.”

You roll your eyes with a small laugh. “You’ve been saying that for months.”

“Because I mean it.” He props himself up on his elbow, watching you with that signature smirk—the one that always spells trouble. “I’m covered in them, and you still don’t have a single one. It’s kind of unfair.”

“You say that like I haven’t wanted one,” you argue, nudging his chest. “I’m just… picky. If I’m going to have something on my body forever, it has to be perfect.”

He hums, nodding like he understands, but then his lips curl mischievously. “Oh, I know you’re picky. That’s why I’m mentally preparing myself for the five-hour deliberation when we finally go.”

You scoff. “It won’t take five hours.”

“Mm. No, you’re right. Six hours at least.”

You swat at him, and he laughs, catching your wrist before lacing your fingers together. “I’m just saying,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “you overthink things, and I think this is one of those times you don’t have to. It’s about meaning, not just aesthetics.”

You exhale slowly, your fingers idly playing with the chain around his neck. “That’s the thing, though. I want it to mean something. If I get a tattoo, I don’t want to regret it in ten years.”

He studies you for a moment, his expression shifting from playful to soft. “I get that,” he says, voice quieter now. “That’s why I want to get something with you. Because I know I’d never regret it.”

You and Ji-yong have never needed grand gestures to prove what you already know—you're in this for life. It’s something you’ve both made clear, in whispered confessions late at night, in the way his fingers always find yours in a crowded room, in the unshakable certainty that no matter what, you’d always choose each other. Marriage is definitely in the cards, something you’ve talked about more than once, not as a distant "what if" but as an inevitable when. But a tattoo? That’s something different. Something permanent in a way that even rings aren’t, ink pressed into skin as a quiet, unwavering promise. If you were going to do this—if—you wanted it to be right. You wanted it to truly mean something. 

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his tone, but before you can dwell on it too much, he smirks again. “But since you’re the most indecisive person on the planet, I might have to take matters into my own hands.”

You raise a brow, already suspicious. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“I was thinking... tiny cartoon dragons.”

A groan slips from your lips as you shove his face away, making him laugh. “Ji-yong, no. If I’m getting my first tattoo, it’s not going to be a cartoon dragon.”

“Okay, okay, how about this?” He shifts, pulling out his phone. “We could get something cool—like a symbol, maybe. Or lyrics from a song.” He scrolls through images for a moment before holding up a picture of a delicate script tattoo. “Something simple, like this?”

You tilt your head, considering it. “I like that, but… I don’t know.”

“See?” He grins, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Picky.”

“Thoughtful,” you correct, flicking his forehead.

He chuckles, tucking his face against your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. Same thing.”

You smile softly, the idea still floating in your mind. You do want a tattoo, but you want it to be right. Something that matters, something that’s yours. And knowing Ji-yong, he’ll wait as long as you need.

“Alright,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss just below your jaw. “I’ll be patient—for now. But the second you figure it out, I’m taking you straight to the shop. No second-guessing.”

You shake your head, amused. “We’ll see about that.”

His lips brush against your skin again, warm and teasing. “Mark my words, jagiya. One day, you’ll be the one begging me to go first.”

You scoff, but the thought lingers in your mind long after the conversation ends. Maybe he’s right. Maybe one day will be sooner than you think. For the entire week following said conversation, you were kept awake by all the different design possibilities—including everything wrong with them, critiquing every Pinterest board you came across, analysing them like you were a professional. 

Like the previous few nights: it’s late—one of those nights where the world outside feels distant, the only sounds in the room are the slow hum of the air conditioning and Ji-yong’s steady breathing beside you. You should be sleeping, but instead, you’re lying on your back, phone in hand, scrolling through tattoo ideas for what feels like the hundredth time.

Ji-yong shifts, his arm tightening around your waist as he buries his face against your shoulder. “You’re thinking too hard again,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “I can hear it.”

You let out a breathy laugh, locking your phone and setting it aside. “You can hear me thinking?”

“Yes,” he groans, shifting onto his elbow to squint at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s loud. Annoyingly loud.”

You roll onto your side to face him, resting your cheek against the pillow. “Well, I can’t help it. This is permanent—I want to get it right.”

He sighs dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “This is worse than when you take an hour to pick a restaurant.”

“Excuse me, that’s an important decision,” you argue. “I need to weigh all my options.”

“It’s food.”

“It’s life or death.”

He huffed a laugh, then pokes your forehead lightly. “See? This is exactly what I mean. You’re gonna think yourself into oblivion if you don’t chill.” He drags you closer until your head is against his chest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes along your back. “We could get anything, and it wouldn’t change a thing. You and me? We’re already forever. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that.”

That’s it! Something clicks in your mind, the way puzzle pieces snap into place. You sit up slightly, your fingers gripping his shirt. “Ji-yong.”

He hums, eyes half-closed. “Mm?”

“What about 224?”

His brows furrow. “224?”

You nod, heartbeat picking up. “Today, tomorrow, forever.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then—his eyes widen slightly, like the meaning is settling in, like it’s really hitting him. He blinks. “Wait.” A slow, almost disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. “You came up with this?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grins, propping himself up on one elbow. “I mean, I’ve been watching you spiral for days over this, and now you suddenly come up with something perfect? My words finally got through to you, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “I hate that you’re right.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he repeats the numbers under his breath. “224… today, tomorrow, forever...” Then, suddenly, his expression shifts—his brows lift slightly, his lips parting as if something just hit him. He shoots up, sitting fully upright now, eyes wide.

“Oh my god.”

You blink, startled. “What?”

Ji-yong grabs your hands, his excitement bubbling over. “Two plus two plus four!”

“What?”

“It adds up to eight!” His grip tightens as he shakes your hands a little, like he can’t contain himself. “Eight!”

You blink again. “And?”

He looks borderline offended. “Aein. Eight is my number.”

Realization washes over you. You’ve known about his obsession with the number for years—the symbol of his recent comeback. And now, your number ties into it.

Ji-yong laughs, running a hand through his hair as he stares at you, looking completely smitten. “This is fate. You—” He cuts himself off, then groans dramatically. “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again.”

You laugh. “Now you’re being dramatic.”

“I’m serious!” He cups your face, tilting it up so you can see just how much he means it. “224. Eight. You and me, forever.”

You grin, warmth spreading through your chest. “So we’re doing it?”

“Oh, we’re definitely doing it.” His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion. “And I’m making sure everyone knows you came up with it, but I made it iconic.”

You snort, swatting at his chest. “You are unbearable.”

Ji-yong smirks, leaning in to kiss you—slow, deep, certain. But he doesn’t stop at just one kiss. The moment he has you in his lap, his lips are everywhere—pressing soft, lingering kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, the tip of your nose. He hums against your skin, grinning between each press of his lips, murmuring little praises like, "My smart girl," and "how did I get so lucky?" Before capturing your lips again. His hands keep you close, fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your back, as if he can’t bear to let go. When he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, he takes one look at your dazed expression and dives back in, peppering kisses along your collarbone, your shoulder, up the curve of your neck, until you're giggling, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of his affection.

The excitement lingers between you both for days, the decision feeling more perfect with each passing moment. When the appointment finally arrives, Ji-yong insists on making a whole day out of it—because, of course, he does.

You find yourselves at a sleek, upscale tattoo studio, the kind that feels both exclusive and effortlessly cool, much like him. Ji-yong has been here before—he greets the artist like an old friend, all easy smiles and playful banter, while you stand there, heart pounding just a little. He catches your hesitation immediately. His fingers brush against yours before lacing them together, giving your hand a light squeeze. “Nervous?” he asks, tilting his head with that knowing smirk.

You sigh, shifting slightly on your feet. “Maybe a little. I mean, it’s my first tattoo.”

He grins. “And I get to be part of it. I get to be your first.” He leans in, voice dipping playfully. “You sure you can handle that, jagiya?”

You roll your eyes, shoving at his shoulder. “You make everything sound suggestive.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “I’m just saying, it’s a big deal.” He presses a quick kiss to your temple before nudging you toward the tattoo chair. “Come on, let’s make history.”

The artist preps everything, and before long, the stencil of 224 is placed on your skin, just beneath your wrist. You stare at it, taking in the simple yet meaningful numbers. It already feels like a part of you.

Ji-yong watches you carefully, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your other wrist. “Looks good?”

You nod, exhaling. “Yeah. More than good.”

He grins, looking genuinely proud. “Then let’s do this.”

When the needle touches your skin, you brace yourself—but Ji-yong is right there, his hand never leaving yours, his voice low and reassuring. “You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Says the guy covered in tattoos.”

“Fair.”

When it’s his turn, he barely even flinches, watching with an easy, satisfied smile as the same numbers are inked into his skin. When it’s done, he lifts his arm beside yours, comparing the matching tattoos with a pleased hum.

“Perfect,” he says simply. Then, he turns to you, eyes softening. “Just like us.”

Your heart swells. And when he kisses you right there in the chair, not caring about the artist’s amused snort, you know there’s no one else you’d rather have by your side—today, tomorrow, forever.

The buzz of adrenaline from getting the tattoo still lingers as you step out of the shop, his fingers laced with yours once again, his grip warm and steady. He swings your joined hands between you as he smirks down at your fresh ink. “We did it. Matching tattoos. No going back now, baby.”

You glance up at him with a teasing glint in your eye. “Oh, I don’t know… I hear laser removal is pretty advanced these days.”

His mouth drops open in exaggerated offense. “Excuse me?”

You bite back a smile, shrugging. “I mean, if you ever get sick of me—”

He cuts you off immediately, tugging you flush against him. “Not a damn chance,” he murmurs, voice low and certain. “You’re stuck with me now. Today, tomorrow, forever, remember?”

Your heart flips, but you refuse to let him have the upper hand that easily. Smirking, you trace your fingers along the collar of his jacket. “Guess I should start thinking about what other permanent marks I wanna leave on you, then.”

His eyes darken just slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Oh, now we’re talking.”

Dinner is at one of your favorite spots, a place tucked away from prying eyes, where dim lighting and soft music make everything feel intimate. Ji-yong insists on ordering for both of you, leaning across the table with his usual confidence. “Trust me, I know exactly what you need.”

And, annoyingly, he’s right. The food is perfect.

Midway through the meal, you glance down at your hand resting on the table, the fresh tattoo peeking out from under your sleeve. The sight of it still feels surreal—permanent proof of something that was never in question. You reach for your phone, snapping a quick picture before turning to Ji-yong. “Should I post it?”

His eyes light up instantly. “You want to?”

You shrug, smirking. “Well, I mean… it’d be kind of cruel not to let everyone lose their minds over it.”

He grins, leaning forward with clear excitement. “Oh, I love when you’re the troublemaker.”

Laughing, you tap out a caption, keeping it simple but meaningful.

As soon as you hit post, your phone explodes with notifications. Fans are already freaking out, but the real fun starts when you notice familiar names popping up in the comments.

Ji-yong, who has been watching you with amusement, leans over slightly. “Alright, who’s losing it the most?”

You scroll through, grinning. “Let’s see…”

Daesung: I knew it. You two are disgusting. (Also, congrats 😭❤️)

CL: Finally. My favorite power couple stays winning.

ROSE: 224… I’m emotional. This is beautiful.

Seunghyun: A timeless commitment. Very fitting.

Minzy: Love is real 😭💜

Taeyang: Ok but who cried first? Be honest.

Ji-yong snorts at that last one. “Should I comment back and expose you?”

You shoot him a look. “Me? Don’t even try it. You were the one getting all sentimental about forever first.”

“That’s because I meant it.”

Your heart does that annoying little flip again, and before he can tease you for it, you shake your head, grinning as you type a response to Taeyang:

You already know it was him.

“Wow. Betrayal.”

You just laugh, sliding your phone across the table. “Here, go defend your honor.”

Instead of taking it, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’ve got better things to do.”

taglist: @thanosscrossmain @maskedcrawford @mirahyun @riddlerloveb0t @onyxmango @sherrayyyyy @seunghyunwifey @petersasteria @allthoughtsmindfull

[mashtatosworld]

everything i wanted

a happy one

summary: in which the timing is never quite right... but when is it ever?

The news had been weighing on you for days now.

It settled in your bones, in the space between your ribs, heavy and unmoving - something both miraculous and terrifying. You carried it alone, waking with it in the quiet hours before dawn, feeling the enormity of it press against your lungs.

You had always told yourself you would wait until the time was right.

And now, of all times, the universe had decided for you.

Jiyong’s voice filters in from across the apartment, muffled by the sound of rain tapping against the windows. He’s on the phone, pacing, his tone light - excited. You don’t have to ask what it’s about.

"It’s happening." He had told you just last night, eyes shining with something electric. "The world tour, the comeback - the label is ready to announce it tomorrow."

Tomorrow.

By this time tomorrow, he would be standing in front of the cameras, smiling that dazzling, untouchable smile, telling the world he was finally coming back. His dream - the thing he had bled for, sacrificed for - was finally within reach.

And you...

You were about to change everything.

Your fingers gently ran over soft grey fur, petting the purring cat lying contently on your stomach.

"Do you already know?" You asked the furry creature with a bemused smile. She'd been more clingy in recent weeks, always sitting on you instead of her usual perch on Jiyong. "Can you tell him for me?"

"Tell me what?"

He walks into the room, still scrolling through his phone. Even in the dim light, he looks radiant - sharp jawline, delicate features, his presence effortlessly magnetic.

His life has always been so big. So much bigger than this quiet apartment, bigger than this moment.

"Are you feeding her treats without me?" He reached over you to pick Zoa up and hold her like a baby. "Or do you just not like Appa anymore? Hmm?" He asked the calm feline.

You stared at him as he cooed and fussed over your shared pet. He'd always made it clear he wanted children, even before you had started dating.

His fame had made it difficult for him to achieve that, and then after, when he settled down and met you, you weren't ready to give up your career yet - a decision your partner was happy to support. But now he'd chosen to return to the spotlight once again...

"Jagi?" His voice is soft when he looks up at you. Then, his brows furrow slightly. He settles Zoa on the back of the sofa and she runs off, as if sensing her parents need a private moment. Traitor.

"You okay?"

No.

You are standing at the edge of something irreversible.

But there is no right time. There never was.

So you force yourself to inhale, to steady your voice.

"Ji..."

Something in your tone makes him stop completely. His fingers are white as they grip the back of the expensive couch - a low, white wall between you.

"What is it?"

Your throat closes. The words sit heavy on your tongue, too large to force out all at once.

"I'm - " You exhale shakily. "I'm pregnant."

A breath.

A pause.

For a moment, the world outside goes silent - the rain, the distant hum of the city, the weight of time itself.

Jiyong doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. His eyes, dark and unreadable, remain locked onto yours.

You brace for anything. A frown, a sigh, the subtle shift of disappointment in his face.

But instead - he just breathes.

"Say it again." His voice is quiet. Unsteady.

You swallow. Your fingers press into your palms, grounding yourself.

"I'm pregnant."

This time, you hear his breath catch. His chest rises - slow, deep, as if trying to take in the moment all at once.

Then, finally, he moves.

Not toward you, but away.

He exhales sharply, turning, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You watch his back, your heart tightening with every second that passes.

This was a mistake.

The timing is wrong. You should have waited. Should have given him more time, let him have this moment before burdening him with -

Then, just as the thought grips you, he turns back.

And there, on his face -

Not frustration. Not hesitation.

But something so raw, so unfiltered, that it steals the breath from your lungs.

His eyes shine with something you cannot name.

And when he speaks, his voice is hoarse.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

The word barely leaves your lips before he’s walking around the sofa, reaching for you, hands framing your face so gently, so reverently, as if he’s afraid you might break beneath his touch.

He laughs - a quiet, disbelieving sound, shaking his head. But his eyes betray him, glistening in the dim light, pupils blown wide with something uncontainable.

"Jagi...we're going to have a baby,"

The way he says it - so tenderly - sends something sharp through you.

You nod, pressing your lips together to keep them from trembling. "I know the timing is terrible -"

"Don’t." His hands tighten slightly, his forehead pressing to yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Don’t say that."

Your lashes flutter. "Jiyong - "

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?" His voice wavers. "How long I’ve - " He exhales shakily, closing his eyes for a moment, as if trying to steady himself.

Then, his arms are wrapping around you, pulling you against him, holding you as if you might slip away.

"This is everything I’ve ever wanted."

And just like that, the weight in your chest finally lifts.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i have a sad version of this title in the works 🌝

[natalicss]

Like We Were In Paris

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part two

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, keeping it under the radar the entire time. you’re both invited to the gala de pièces juanes 2025, and it’s the first time you get to see him perform live

warnings: not proofread at all, celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is like…mid twenties?), whole lot of fluff, basically ji-yong being a simp, taeyang & rosé being captains of the ship, use of y/n, i don’t use tumblr so bare with me while i figure this out. i tried to keep descriptions of the readers outfit vague so you could imagine it to your liking!

word count: 4.1K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i was convinced into writing a g-dragon fic (by like 3 people). i’m kinda obsessed with this. i had so many ideas while writing it & so im kind of tempted to write more of these two, but i don’t know!! this is my first like… irl person x reader (ive only written one other fic on here lmao) & i am new to g-dragon, bigbang, all that so i kept it pretty current. to me these two are very dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift coded (or just reputation coded), i cant explain why it just makes sense. the divider right below is from enchanthings here on tumblr, and the other one later on….idk its for my wattpad LMAO. anyways i hope you enjoy, and im sorry in advance if you hate it. toodles!

You still remember the first time you met Ji-yong.

You were in need of some inspiration. Working on your fourth album, the intense gaze of your record label, your management, your fans, and your musically gifted peers was crushing you. It seemed to do more harm than good. For weeks, you stared at notebooks and computers and instruments. Your manager tried to get you with various song writers. Nothing worked. So, after some persuasion from your best friend (who knew you better than anyone, having been your best friend since you were kids), you decided to do a vacation. Just you and some required security (per compromise with your team). You decided to go to Seoul, having loved it in the few times you’ve passed through on a tour. The fans there were great; always warm and welcoming and always one of your loudest shows. The culture was breathtaking. It felt like the perfect opportunity.

Your team had found a studio for you to work in. You were only there for a few weeks, but they wanted some hope that you’d come back to America with something. It was week two when you met him. You were walking towards your studio, he was walking out of his. The two of you made eye contact, and you were instantly swarmed with warmth. You didn’t believe in love at first sight (neither did he, to be fair), but you started to question it as you walked past him.

From then on, each of you seemed nosy about the other. He asked his friends who the girl was in the other studio. “Oh! The American! That’s Y/N,” He recognized your name, and now your face. He hadn’t seen you outside of a red carpet or a concert venue photo, so he didn’t recognize you with little-to-no makeup and comfortable clothes. But once it clicked, it clicked. You had asked someone working at the studio about him. They mentioned his name, Kwon Ji-Yong, and you googled him that night in your rental house.

You knew about G-Dragon, the impact he had on K-Pop and the music industry. You had heard a song here and there, but you had never seen him. Not til that day in the studio.

It was a few days until you saw him again. Your schedules just missing each other. Then, one day, your producer was running freakishly late to your meeting time, and Ji-yong was walking out of his own studio. You stood there, more like paced there, tapping wildly on your phone trying to get in contact with your producer, whispering to yourself in frustration.

Ji-yong had the courage to speak up, say hello, and the rest is history. Stories for another time, maybe. 

Your friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship, defying all cliches of long distance and the terrors that often comes with it. It helped that he was on hiatus and you had became a professional of staying out of the public eye. You both wanted to keep what you had to yourself. Your teams did, too, but they got less strict as two months eventually became two years. It was on your terms now, when you'd let everyone know about your status, but neither of you had felt ready to let the world in on something so…yours. So peaceful, so effortless, so pure. It was easy, the two of you traveling between South Korea and America to spend time together, or going on vacations together, or just taking quiet retreats into each others homes. 

Nobody ever thought of it, either. There was no reason to. Unless they’d been in the studio that day, the media had no way to expect any crossover of America’s Princess and the King of K-Pop. The media would rather gossip about you in relationships with the usual Hollywood celebrities, some of whom were just friends, some you’d never met. Neither of you mind rumors, it kept the media out of your relationship and sometimes they were hilariously ridiculous. So, you let the press talk their talk. You and Ji-yong kept to yourselves, careful on your information you’d share with friends (it was easy for things to be leaked, these days).

When Ji-yong told you he was officially making his comeback to the industry, you were ecstatic for him. You knew how much he loved making music and performing. You also knew, though he’d never admit it, sometimes when he’d sneak to join you on tour, he got a bit jealous watching you sing and dance on stage. He’d watched you collab with numerous artists, tasting just about every genre you could before eventually finding your new sound. It made him sad, some nights, missing that glow you often had instead. But most nights? Most nights he was beaming from behind the stage, watching you do what you loved most. Most people sink in this world, but you? You swam, no, you effortlessly floated in the sea of fame. And it was obvious to anyone around you. Part of what he loved most about you was your creative drive, something he shared. It inspired him, more than you’d ever know. 

Ji-yong's comeback had been more than successful, as expected. Throughout your relationship, the two of you had fumbled with varying songs and styles for each other. Oftentimes more playful than not. You guys fueled each other in the best ways. You released your newest album in 2024, and you were about to start your world tour in the early months of 2025. Ji-yong would follow suit, his first solo album in years coming out soon and then starting his own tour. 

Both of you were wracked with nerves, spending days in rehearsals, wardrobe tests, photo shoots, traveling all over for various projects. It had been weeks since you’d seen each other. After the holidays you were swimming in press for your new tour. He had been equally busy, filming his show, performing at various shows. You both loved it. You loved your jobs and you loved each others jobs. But even you two would struggle on the days where it’d been long, exhausting, and mentally draining; wanting nothing more than each other’s warmth.

The Gala des Pièces Jaunes, a show that helps collect donations for charity in Paris, had invited both of you to perform, along with other various stars. Little did they know, they had invited the world's most popular secret couple. You had been ecstatic. Not only did you love the message the event had, but you loved the idea of sharing the stage with so many extremely talented artists. Including, your boyfriend. 

The night before the show, you had inconspicuously snuck your way towards Ji-yong’s room. You had wanted to get a hotel room together, but knew that you had to be careful with the amount of eyes on both of you this weekend. Still, that didn’t stop you from wondering around until you ended up at his door. With your special knock– each knock a syllable in your names –you waited patiently for him to open up the door to you. His eyes were sparkly, even in the shitty lighting. They always seemed to do that with you. 

“Finally,” He breathed, pulling you into the room quickly. You giggled as he used your body to shut the door, his arms around you tightly. You had seen each other, earlier in the day during rehearsals. Pretending like it was your first time meeting him and Taeyang was hell. Pretending you didn’t know their names, pretending Ji-yong didn’t pick out your outfit on FaceTime, and pretending you didn’t want to latch on to him and never let go. 

The only people who knew about you two were Young-bae, of course. He and Daesung had known about you for a while now, teasing their friend and bandmate for not telling them right away. The other person was Rosé, who’d been your friend for years and one of your closest friends in the celebrity world, both of you having blown up in popularity around the same time. Both of them seemed equally amused, watching you and Ji-yong try to act nonchalant around the other. Young-bae chuckling as Ji-yong watched your rehearsals in a stunned silence. He knew every song of yours by heart (even the ones from before he met you), and even when trying to act like he didn’t he could feel himself mouthing the words as he watched you and your dancers on the stage. Rosé would wink at you when she’d walk past you, and everytime you almost missed it cause you were too busy watching Ji-yong talking with his team.

But now, the two of you didn’t have to act. You couldn’t stop laughing in awe, Ji-yong smothering your face in feather-light kisses. You held on to him, your face turning pink as he continued his full-blown kiss attack. “I missed you, jagiya, so much.” He muttered against your skin. Finally, he pulled back to look over your face, pressing another kiss to your lips. You melted into his arms, your mind momentarily fuzzy. There was nothing else but him. His hands on your waist, his shirt clutched in your hands, his scent that had became your favorite. Him. Him. Him. It was always him. 

“I missed you more,” You whispered, running your fingers through his minty-colored hair. He closed his eyes softly, as if soaking in your touch. Your heart swelled, as it always seemed to do with him. You had never felt this way, not in any of your previous relationships. You had been positive for a while now, Ji-yong was it for you. “Are you excited?” You asked him, tilting your head in curiosity.

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting your soft expression. He loved how you looked at him. It was something you couldn’t hide, not even at rehearsals. He sighed, pulling you by your hand further into the hotel room. “Yes. Nervous, too.” He added. You nod in understanding, he had only performed a few times since the comeback. He loved it after, always, but the nerves had been hard to shake off, even still.

“I’m excited to see you,” You beam, still keeping your fingers interlocked. You hadn’t seen him live, not yet. You had been back in America finishing up your album and starting a press tour at the time, but you always called him right before he went on to give him a final good luck, and you always snuck onto a live stream to watch. 

He rolled his eyes shyly, leaning his head into your neck. “Young-bae is going to make so much fun of me.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m more nervous for you to see my performance than I was at MAMA.” 

You laughed at that, bringing his face into your hands and looking at him. “You’re going to be amazing. More than amazing. You’re going to be perfect.” You reassure him, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “And I am not afraid to bully Young-bae,” He laughed at this, throwing his head back slightly. He knew it was true, your friendship with Taeyang almost too sibling-like, to the point you two teased each other about everything. 

“Are you nervous at all?” He asks you, looking over your expression, as if he’s trying to find your answer in your gaze. He did this a lot, knowing you for so long he began to pick up on things, even before you did.

“I am, but only a little,” You decide finally. It was a short set, only a few songs to perform. You had picked your most popular hits and your newest single for the setlist. And your outfit was your favorite part, matching your dancers whilst still making sure you stood out and felt confident. “Oh! I have to tell you about this thing I saw.” You pulled out of his arms, suddenly distracted by something you wanted to tell him about when you were in your room. 

Ji-yong watched you quietly. His eyes filled with a lightness and admiration. He listened to you talk as you grabbed a water, waving your arms wildly to dramatize the story. He smiled, leaning against the couch in his room as he thought about how much he loved you. He loved everything about you. From the way you talked about your passions to the way you scrunched your face when you ate something you didn’t like. He loved the way you danced in the car when your favorite song came on. He loved the way you loved the people around you. He loved the way you waltzed into his heart like it was your home, and wrapped your arms around him like you were his home. You are his home, he’s sure of that. Even now, as you ramble into near nonsense about something he has no understanding of. He still watched you like you had been the most beautiful work of art he’d discovered. He was certain that was true.

Le Gala des Pièces was in full swing. Everything was going well, perfect, all of it. And you were backstage, getting your makeup touched up as you saw someone walk past your open door. You recognized him instantly, you always did. And part of you couldn’t let him go on stage without a final goodbye.  “I’ll be right back!” You pushed yourself out of your chair, rushing after him. You could see him walking through the hall, too busy with his own thoughts to notice you coming to grab his wrist.

Ji-yong felt your touch, his head moving so fast he swore he heard a crack. His eyes met yours instantly, then looked you over in surprise. He hadn’t seen your outfit yet. It complimented his, something he wasn’t sure if you had done on purpose or not. A black and red outfit, the red the exact same shade as his tie. As he looked you over, you could see the different emotions flicker on his face. Admiration, lust, maybe hunger, and love. He looked up at your face again, smiling, “Hi, Y/N,” His name feels unfamiliar on his tongue, now. Over the years, nicknames had become your normal. Another thing to add to the list of things you hated about pretending you didn’t know him.

Your mouth hung open for a moment as you looked at him. You hadn’t been sure if you’d see him before he went on, so you hadn’t exactly planned your choice of words. “I wanted to wish you luck,” You stuttered out, suddenly aware of how many eyes could be on the two of you.

Ji-yong’s eyes were laced with amusement, seeing your cheeks turned pink. “I have to grab something to drink, come with me?” He asked, playing it as cool and casual as humanly possible. You itched to reach for his hand, but kept to yourself as you followed him. 

As soon as you were in a dark corner, away from prying eyes, he was on you. The two of you pressed your lips together like perfect puzzle pieces. Your hands roamed his chest as his roamed your waist. You hummed happily, wishing this moment with him would never end. Adrenaline, nerves, excitement all were running high. From the show, from being around each other, from sneaking around. You felt his hands squeeze your hips, the two of you forcing yourselves to pull away. You smiled up at him, almost dizzy from him simply being in front of you. “Good luck,” You beamed.

“Is that how you wish everybody good luck?” He asks playfully. You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest as you adjusted yourselves. “I’ll see you as soon as I’m done,” He leans to kiss you again, “I love you,”

“I love you more,” You winked as he sauntered off towards where his team was waiting for him. You stayed back a moment, blushing wildly and hopping in place happily before rushing back to your own people.

You watched from backstage, wrapping yourself in a black robe to hide yourself as much as you could from the crew around you. You had passed Taeyang, who gave you a subtle handshake as he passed by for his cue. You watched in awe, seeing Ji-yong, no, G-Dragon on that stage. Seeing him do it all in person…it was ethereal. The way he moved through the stage and carried himself with this aura. He was almost mesmerizing, distracting you from the chaos backstage and your own nerves. It didn’t shock you, you’d known forever how talented he was. You’d seen videos of him from before you met, you’d seen him work for hours upon hours in studios, and you’d seen him on set for his music videos. But this was different. This was really him. This was what he was born to do, if destiny and fate were real. This was exactly that.

“Hey, pretty,” You turned your head to Rosé, Rosie, who only smiled knowingly. She linked her arm with yours, leaning into you. “You happy?”

“Happiest,” You answered, “He’s so good.”

“He is.” Rosie agreed. She giggled at your face. The two of you had met years ago, you had blown up in the music scene shortly after Blackpink. The two of you crossed paths at an event, not knowing anyone else there, and you two stuck by each others sides much like you were now. You two had been closest friends. When you told her about your first date with Ji-yong, she was ecstatic. She knew Ji-yong, and she knew that he’d be good to you. She wanted you to be happy, and that's what you were. Always when it came to Ji-yong, you were the happiest person she'd seen.

You watched the rest of his set. You smiled giddily as he and Taeyang performed together. You bit your thumb nail as you watched him move around the stage in the second outfit with the sparkling black jacket. Rosie nudging you every time she noticed you blush. 

When he was off the stage, he had found you waiting for him amidst the crowd of people. He smiled happily, reaching you without much thought about anyone else. His arms swooped you in, hugging you tightly. You laughed, hugging him back. “That was amazing!” You beamed. For a moment, the two of you forgot where you were. Forgetting the curious eyes who thought you barely knew each other. When your senses kicked in, he was quick to put you back at a friendly distance. Your gaze moved to Taeyang, “You guys are phenomenal!” You hugged Young-bae too, hoping that if you acted friendly with everyone it wouldn’t cause more suspicion. “Thank you,” Ji-yong muttered, suddenly shy again. He bowed quickly at you, trying to play it off. In moments, you were hearing your name called, and his own team was surrounding him. You smiled warmly, disappearing in the crowd of crew and stars. 

Ji-yong wanted to keep close to you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms until the very moment you were on stage, but that was impossible. You were back in your greenroom, getting makeup and hair touched up, and then you were taking photos with crew members and doing more vocal warm ups. You were being whisked around every which way. He and Young-bae were staying close together, feeling the most comfortable with each other as they simply watched the show continue.

Young-bae was smiling to himself. He had been so happy for Ji-yong when he introduced you to him and Daesung. It was blatantly obvious to see how happy you made him. You made Ji-yong smile at every moment, you'd giggle at his jokes (even if Young-bae didn't think they were that funny), you would help him if you noticed his hesitation. You encouraged him. You built him up. You even started secretly learning Korean, calling Young-bae for help every now and again. The next time you visited Ji-yong, you had managed to say your first sentence in Korean, and it was actually good. You were this ray of sunshine. Anyone who knew the two of you knew that. He was honored to be in on your guys’s little secret. Otherwise, he’d feel cheated out of watching two people he cared about falling in love. 

Unfortunately, Ji-yong didn’t get a chance to see you before you were whisked away under the stage to make your entrance. Still, he watched quietly from backstage. He clasped his hands together, watching the crowd scream with anticipation as your intro started. Fog began to cover the stage, the lights flashing every which way with the music. Your dancers surrounded the area you’d rise from. Once you did, you immediately went into the first song, dancing on every note. The crowd was wild. Ji-yong smiled proudly. On stage you were someone else entirely. You were confident, you moved with ease and exact precision. Your body moved with your dancers, most you’ve known for years. Their hands grazing your hips as you all moved together in sync. Ji-yong never got jealous, knowing how these things worked. He was no stranger to any of it. 

He’d seen you perform, maybe a hundred times now, and yet it never got old. As the song transitioned to another popular track, the crowd somehow getting even louder, he thought about how you might’ve looked earlier. Standing in the same spot, only a short time ago. He could only assume you looked much like he did now. Body swaying to the familiar music, mouthing the words, eyes sparkling at him like he had hung the moon and the stars only for you. He wasn’t sure what he did to get so lucky.

He clapped as the crowd did. You were at the far end of the stage now, dancing with another male dancer to the third song. The song had been written for him, though not many people knew that other than you and him. A romantically charged song. It was one of his favorites. He remembered the day you showed it to him, all shy and quiet, which was unusual for you. You had told him you had a song to show him, wanting to release it as a single in the future. When you played it, you only stared at his face while he stared at the computer screen. He considered marrying you right there. 

As you performed your fourth and final song, he found his way to where you’d end up off stage. He played with his sleeves, smiling shyly as people greeted him as they passed by. He wanted to see you. No, he needed to see you. 

And he did. You came off the stage, glistening from glitter and sweat. You hugged your dancers and thanked them, high-fiving other members of your crew. As your eyes met his, he could see them light up. But you stayed put, not wanting to make another scene. He winked at you, moving in the direction of your greenroom.

It took you a couple minutes to get your micpack off and head towards your dressing room to change. Once you did, you smiled wide at the man waiting inside. “We did it!” You beamed as you jumped at him. He caught you easily, swinging you loosely in his arms as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or adrenaline-filled like before. This was softer, still full of energy, but only relief, love, and pure joy. “We fucking nailed it, baby,” You said as you looked up at him. He swore he might die from the way you love him.

“You were beautiful,” He hummed, leaning into your hair. He hummed, squeezing you tighter. “I love you. So fucking much.”

You closed your eyes, taking in the moment as best as you could. There was no place on this planet you loved more than being in his embrace. You could be anywhere, at any time, anything could be happening, and all you’d want is him. That’s all you’d ever need, The lazy mornings in your LA home where you’d surprise him with breakfast in bed. The romantic nights in Seoul where he’d take you out to dinner at your favorite place. The bustling mornings when one of you had a meeting to get to. One of you having a mouth full of toast trying to run out the door, only to scramble back to give the other a kiss. Late nights in studios, falling asleep in random spots as you tried to come up with new lyrics and beats. Your favorites were the quiet nights, the two of you tangled in bed sheets as he stared at each other, talking about whatever came to mind as one of you played with the others hair, or traced shapes on bare skin. Gentle kisses passed back and forth. Life was perfect, and he was perfect. 

“I love you, Ji,” You whispered, kissing him again. He hummed into it, smiling. You looked him over appreciatively, fiddling with his outfit. “I need to change, wanna pick my outfit out for me?” You asked, raising a brow. His eyes flicked with mischief as he looked back at the rack of clothes you had. He looked back at you, pulling you back into him again.

[topluvr]

Husband!kwon ji-yong x Wife!reader headcanons

A/N: first post!! requests are currently open for headcanons and blurbs ★

warnings: smut/fluff/consensual relationship

★ ji-yong gets you to dye his hair. So here you were in the bathroom of your house, your hair up, some clear gloves covering your hands, a pot of red hair dye in one hand and a dye brush in the other, softly stroking the brush through your husbands hair. "Ugh are you almost done jagiya?" He whined leaning his head back so he could see you better. "Be patient Ji, im going as fast as I can." You huffed rolling your eyes pushing his head slightly back so you could apply more dye to his hair. "But I miss you." He said pouting moving his body slightly so he can see your face fully. "I'm right here Ji." You laughed your hand coming up to cup his face, he nuzzled his face further into your hand. "Now let me finish your hair, then we can go to bed." You smiled looking into his eyes. "Kiss first baby." He grinned moving closer to you, you gave him a peck on his lips and moved away. "Hey come back" He huffed. "Ji baby turn around let me finish this." You say pointing to his hair, he moved his face closer and without saying anything he grabbed your face in his hands, pulling your face closer to his and connecting his lips with yours.

★Sometimes you find your husband Ji-Yong sleeping on the floor. You twist the lock on yours and jiyong's front door removing the key as you enter before turning around and locking it, the atmosphere was unusually silent. You take off your jacket and shoes leaving them in their usual place, "Ji-Yong?." You spoke walking down the hall and into the living room, and that's when you see your husband, his body calmly laying on the floor, his head resting on his hands and his phone scatted on the floor next to him. You walk over and crouch down rubbing his back slightly. "Baby wake up." You spoke rubbing his back a bit harder than before. His eyes slowly flutter open for a second before he's closing them again because of the lights. "Jagiya?" He asked lifting an arm up to reach you. "Come on baby you fell asleep on the floor again." You softly said pulling his hand so he could sit up. "Lets get you to bed honey." You said caressing his hair.

★When your husband Ji-Yong comes home tipsy. You were currently sat on the couch in your living room, watching a random movie you put on. Ji-Yong went out with a couple friends this evening he wanted you to come but you refused since you had a busy week at work and just wanted to relax for the weekend. You were now half way through your movie it was around 9pm , you couldn't focus on the movie so you decided to just scroll through your phone. After around 10 minuets of scrolling you hear the lock of the front door twist. 'he's back already its only 9' you thought to yourself. "baby?" He spoke out locking the door in the process. "In here". You said putting your phone down on the coffee table in front of you. He walked into the living room with a big smile across his face, he walked over to where you were sat on the couch and plopped down next to you. "Hey honey your back early". You smiled moving your head to face him. "I know, think im getting too old." He laughed moving closer to your side. "Were you drinking?" You ask. "Only had one glass jagiya." His head came in contact with your shoulder and he snuggled into you, you start to softy run your fingers through his hair. "Hmm good boy." You teased, a grin spreading across your face. "Don't tease." He whined hiding his face in your shoulder. You pull his hair softly so you could see his face, he whimpered at your action. You lean forward and press your lips onto his.

★When your husband Ji-Yong has to leave for work. It was around 5am Ji-young had to leave early as he was catching a flight. He was awoken suddenly by his phone alarm, he groaned removing one of his arms from around you to turn it off. He turned back around to wrap you in his arms tighter, he pulled you close and whispered in your ear. "I've got to leave soon baby". He pressed a kiss to your neck, you hummed in response still deep in sleep. He placed a few more kisses on your neck before moving your body so you were now laying fully on your back, his mouth went to your stomach leaving a few gentle kisses. His fingers hooked into your pj pants and he slipped them from your legs, His mouth came in contact with your clothed clit leaving a few more kisses, your body jerks slightly at his action, he gripped your thighs softly pulling you closer, he slipped off your underwear. After they were removed he left a trial of kisses on your inner thighs before his lips came in contact with your bare pussy, his tongue darted out to swirl around your clit. You were shook out your sleep suddenly when you felt him, a moan left your throat. "Ji-Yong." You got out, your hands gripped his hair. "Shh baby, I just needed a little taste before I leave". He hummed His mouth going back down to your clit.

[steponupbabe]

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you dont know how you ended up in this position, it started off innocent, jiyong cuddled up next to you with his head in your neck, peppering soft kisses and soft whispers. then he found that spot that he knows drives you mad. sucking and nipping at it. loving the sounds you made and how his name slipped off your tongue so easily.

now here you are whining and laying in the messy, silky sheets sweat sheer on your forehead, while your fingers run through your boyfriends hair. jiyongs been at it for hours. in between your thighs, licking and sucking every. last. drop. you knew jiyong loved to make you feel good, bug not this much. “ji, please im gonna- ahh!” you whimper, going on your now fifth orgasam.

“baby please, ‘s too much.” you whine but your actions say otherwise as you buck your hips into jiyongs mouth. he hums against you, still eating you out like his life depends on it. “you tatse so good jagi, just one more please. i wanna feel you come on my tongue.” he all but whines while still working you through your high.

you start to feel that tight knot in your stomach for what felt like the tenth time that night. “ji- ah baby please dont st-op! im gonna-“ you moan out gripping his hair and bucking your hips into his mouth once more. “i know baby, i know come on let go, come for me.” and thats all it took for you to come completely undone, your body trembling as you call out jiyongs name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. whimpers fall from your lips and jiyonh licks every last drop of you up, humming in satisfaction while you struggled to keep your eyes open. after cleaning you up and tucking you in

jiyong slides right into bed next to you. you place your head on his chest and jiyong starts playing with your soft hair, lightly rubbing your head.

you move your head slightly looking into his eyes. “i love you so much.” he chuckles softly, admiring your beauty even when your half asleep. “i love you even more my love, im the luckiest man in the world” he smiles as he watches your eyes struggle to stay open. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, the slight shadows of the tv cascading onto you and jiyong and you slowly fall asleep.

watching you breath slowly jiyong kisses your head softly, rubbing small circles on your back. “goodnight jagiya.”

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this is actually so bad im sorry i dont know how to write smut but enjoy anyways lollll

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖲𝗒𝗋𝗎𝗉 & 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: BIGBANG APRIL WRITING CHALLENGE I wrote like four different versions of this but I'm glad I challenged myself! So fun :) Shout out to @ldydeath & @wcnderlnds for this fun event <3

prompt: Day 3 - One of them is sick and the other takes care of them

warnings: fluff, Jiyong being a sick baby <3

wc: 3.5k+

The harsh sound of coughing jolted you from sleep, dragging you out of a dream and straight into worry. It wasn’t just a casual throat-clear—it was deep, relentless, painful. You blinked against the faint pre-dawn light spilling through the curtains and reached for your phone on the nightstand. 4:45 a.m.

Your heart sank. He’d probably been up for a while.

You listened for a moment, the wheezing behind the bathroom door growing louder with each ragged breath he took. The sound of his suffering was impossible to ignore. You kicked off the covers and crawled out of bed, padding across the cold floor and toward the door.

You knocked gently, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of concern. “Ji? Are you okay?”

There was a beat of silence, then a muffled reply.

“M’fine…” he rasped, but even that word was shredded by another violent cough that shook through him.

Your chest ached just hearing it.

“Can I come in?”

Silence again. No protest, no permission. That in itself said enough.

You slowly opened the door, heart clenched tight, and found him exactly where you'd feared: hunched over on the edge of the bathtub, his body curled into itself as if he were trying to disappear. His elbows rested on his knees, and his head hung low in his hands. Each breath sounded like it was being dragged unwillingly from his chest, wheezy and raw.

“Baby…” you whispered, crossing the room and kneeling down beside him. “Hey. Look at me.”

You gently lifted his chin, your fingers warm against his clammy skin. His eyes met yours, barely. Bloodshot and glassy, puffy from lack of sleep and probably more than a little crying from the sheer discomfort. His nose was red and runny, his lips cracked and dry. He looked absolutely miserable.

You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, then slid your palm down to his cheek. He was on fire. A soft, worried sound escaped your lips.

“Aish, Jagi…” you murmured. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

He tried to manage a breath. “Didn’t wanna bother you,” he whispered. “Just… need some coffee before work.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. You’re not going anywhere today.”

“But I have meeti—” His protest was cut off by another coughing fit that bent him over, his shoulders heaving with the effort.

You didn’t hesitate. “You’re not working, Jiyong. You’re sick. You need rest.”

He looked like he wanted to argue—but he didn’t have the strength. His head dropped again, this time resting against your shoulder.

“I’ll call your manager,” you said, threading your fingers gently through his hair. “Let him know you need a day off.”

He nodded, barely.

“Come on,” you said softly, reaching your hands out toward him. “Let’s get you in the shower. The steam will help.”

He blinked up at you, clearly torn. “I don’t wanna get you sick…”

You smiled, heart aching at how he still tried to protect you, even now. “Hush. Let me take care of you. Please.”

He hesitated, but then slowly reached for your hands, his fingers trembling as they laced with yours. You guided him to his feet carefully, steadying him when he swayed slightly.

“Feel dizzy…” he mumbled, voice thin and strained.

“I know, baby,” you whispered, holding him steady with one hand while you reached forward to turn on the shower with the other. You gave it a few moments to warm up before gently helping him out of his shirt. “Just lean on me, okay?”

His skin was feverish under your touch, and he shivered even as the heat from the steam began to rise around you. You guided him carefully under the water, keeping a firm arm around his waist in case his knees gave out.

The moment the warm spray hit his back, he sighed—his muscles, tense and aching, seemed to melt under the water, and he sagged forward, forehead pressing lightly to your shoulder.

You rid yourself of your own clothes before stepping under the stream with him. His arms looped loosely around your waist, and he rested his entire weight against you, his face nuzzling into the curve of your neck like it was the only place he could breathe properly.

You stroked his back slowly, letting the water pour over both of you as the bathroom filled with mist. He was so used to being strong, being “G-Dragon” to the world. But right now, he was just Jiyong—your husband, your person—and he was sick and vulnerable and needed you.

The only sound between you was the steady rhythm of the water and the occasional soft exhale from Jiyong as you moved around him with gentle, practiced hands. You worked the shampoo through his damp hair slowly, your fingers massaging his scalp with care. His long strands clung to your skin and slipped through your fingers like silk as you rinsed, the suds trailing down his neck and over his back.

He leaned into your touch with his eyes closed, the tension in his shoulders gradually softening. His breath hitched slightly when your fingertips skimmed behind his ears, the smallest sound escaping his throat—a low, appreciative moan, more comforted than suggestive. His body was exhausted, too weighed down by fever and fatigue for the kind of fun your showers usually ended with. But that didn’t stop him from savoring every moment of your care.

He thought to himself, This is what I should be doing for her. That’s how your shared showers usually went—he was the one massaging conditioner into your hair, trailing kisses down your spine, whispering love and nonsense alike while the hot water fogged up the mirrors. But not today. Not when his limbs felt like lead and his lungs burned with every breath.

Still, your touch was nothing short of magical. You washed him slowly, with reverence. Your hands moved down his chest, over his ribs, carefully lathering away the sweat and chills from the long, restless night. You placed featherlight kisses against his damp skin—his shoulder, the curve of his neck, just beneath his ear—as if to remind him he wasn’t alone.

He didn’t speak, and neither did you. You didn’t need to. The silence was full of love, of presence, of understanding.

Once you’d rinsed the last of the soap from his body, you stood together beneath the stream of warm water, letting it wash over both of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, resting his head against your shoulder, his breaths coming in slower now—less ragged, more grounded. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet.

Eventually, you shifted, running your fingers gently through his soaked hair. “Ready to get out, babe?” you murmured. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

He nodded. “Okay.” his voice was so small it tugged painfully at your chest. 

You helped him out of the shower carefully, grabbing the fluffiest, most comforting towel you could find and wrapping it around his shoulders like a blanket. He sat back down on the edge of the tub, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the room. The fever had yet to break.

You rummaged through the closet, determined to find something soft and comforting. Your fingers brushed over fabric until you settled on his favorite pair of grey sweatpants and an old, worn Balenciaga hoodie—one that had seen better days but still smelled like home. You handed them to him, then quickly dressed yourself in leggings and an oversized tee.

He moved slowly, almost dazed, and you watched as he tried to tug the hoodie over his head, arms sluggish and uncoordinated. You bit back a frown as he fumbled, then stepped forward.

“Here,” you said softly, taking the fabric from his hands. “Let me help you.”

As you helped him dress, he mumbled, eyes cast downward, voice thick with guilt. “M’sorry… I’m pathetic.”

Your heart clenched. You cupped his flushed cheek, the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. “Hey,” you said firmly, but gently. “You’re sick. Everyone gets sick. Even G-Dragon.”

That earned the smallest smile from him—a shy curve of the lips and a soft huff of laughter that tickled the air between you. You kissed his cheek lightly, letting your lips linger against the warmth of his fevered skin.

“Now,” you said, brushing his hair out of his face. “Let’s get you wrapped up in front of the TV, and I’ll go make you something delicious.”

By the time you settled him on the couch, you'd turned it into a cozy nest of blankets and pillows. He sank into it like it was the safest place on earth, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he curled up. You pulled the blanket up to his chin and turned on his comfort show—something soft, nostalgic, the kind of thing that didn’t ask much from a tired mind.

For a few minutes, he looked peaceful. But then the coughing started again. Dry, persistent, tearing at his chest. He tried to stifle it, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, but it didn’t help much.

You stood in the kitchen, heart aching as you watched from the doorway. You knew how much he hated this—being weak, missing work, not being able to control what was happening in his own body. He’d always been a perfectionist, always felt the pressure to push through, to perform, to show up no matter what. But today, none of that mattered.

Today, he just needed to be taken care of.

So, you made it your mission. You blended his favorite smoothie and snuck in some vitamins. You made him a plate of warm food—something easy on the stomach and full of comfort. You kept the lights low, his tea hot, the tissues stocked, and the remote within reach.

He didn’t have to ask. He didn’t have to lift a finger.

Because he’d spent his whole life showing up for everyone else.

And today, you were going to show up for him.

-

By the time the clock blinked 5:00 p.m., Jiyong was deep into his third nap of the day. Or at least, trying to be. Sleep had been an inconsistent companion, slipping through his fingers every time a coughing fit seized his chest. His rest was fractured, broken up by shallow breaths and body aches, but he clung to the stillness when he could.

He was curled up on the couch now, swaddled in a cocoon of blankets, his head resting heavily in your lap. His breathing was shallow, wheezy—each inhale sounding like it scraped down his throat. Your fingers threaded softly through his damp hair, moving without thought, trying to soothe whatever pain he couldn’t seem to shake. The TV murmured in the background, just enough to fill the quiet.

In your free hand, your phone screen glowed faintly. You scrolled through the delivery app, adding item after item with care: cough syrup, vapor rub, lozenges, decongestants, tissues, eye drops. Everything your mom used to keep on hand when you were little and sick. You didn’t want to miss a single thing that might bring him even a moment of relief.

You paused, then typed in a few more ingredients. Carrots. Celery. Egg noodles. Chicken thighs. The makings of your grandmother’s homemade chicken noodle soup. You hadn’t made it in years, but somehow, it felt like the exact thing Jiyong needed now. Comfort in a bowl. The taste of being cared for.

You confirmed the order and gently set your phone aside, your attention returning to Jiyong. He was still asleep, breathing softly, lashes fluttering slightly against his flushed cheeks. You brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead and rested your palm lightly against his skin. Still warm. Still too warm.

You swallowed down the worry.

But then his body tensed, and within seconds, he was coughing violently—his whole frame convulsing with the effort. You jumped, startled, immediately sliding your arms under him to help him sit up. He leaned forward into your chest as the coughs wracked through him, gasping between each one.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered, rubbing firm, soothing circles along his back, your heart breaking with each breath he struggled to take.

Eventually, the fit subsided, leaving him slumped against you, panting. He groaned low and long, the frustration spilling out of him in a wave.

“I fucking hate this,” he muttered, voice raw and thick with exhaustion.

You pressed your chin to his shoulder, your arms still wrapped around his trembling frame. “I know, baby,” you murmured. “I’m having some stuff delivered—food, medicine. It’ll help you sleep through the night.”

He didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he turned into you, resting his forehead against your collarbone before gently pulling you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, not as tight as usual, but with all the same love.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice softer now, almost ashamed. “For always taking care of me.”

You hugged him back, your hand stroking his hair again. “I’ll always take care of you,” you said softly. “Through sickness and in health, remember?”

You pulled back slightly and held up your hand, admiring the diamond ring he’d placed on your finger just two years ago. The sparkle of it caught the last light of the afternoon.

He took your hand in his, fingers tracing the band as a tired smile touched his lips. “Best decision I ever made.”

-

The two of you stayed like that for another 45 minutes, tangled in the warmth of each other and the couch. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, your body sinking into his. You were drifting… until the doorbell rang.

You startled slightly, rubbing your eyes as you gently slipped out of Jiyong’s arms. He let out a groggy, disappointed huff, already missing your warmth. You kissed the top of his head before padding away.

You shuffled to the door, grabbed the delivery bag, and quickly made your way into the kitchen—ready to throw everything you had at this cold until it backed off. Jiyong, still weak but stubborn, watched you disappear around the corner.

Then, you heard the telltale sound of his slippers dragging across the hardwood floor. You smiled to yourself. “You should be resting,” you said without looking back.

“I missed you,” he said simply, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his body pressing gently into yours. “What did you get?” he asked, peeking into the bag over your shoulder.

“I’m making you soup for dinner,” you said, organizing the contents. “And I’m mixing up a medicine cocktail for you.”

He groaned dramatically. “Yuck. Medicine.”

“Don’t be a baby,” you teased. “You wanna feel better, don’t you?”

He hummed, tucking his face into the crook of your neck like a child clinging to their favorite stuffed animal.

You pulled out the cough syrup and poured the thick, sticky liquid into the small dosage cup, bracing yourself for his inevitable protest. Just as expected, Jiyong sighed and shuffled over to the fridge. He poured himself a tall glass of chocolate milk.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not about to chase that tiny shot of grape syrup with milk.”

He raised the glass proudly. “Gotta get the taste out of my mouth somehow.”

You watched in horror as he downed the medicine like a shot, then immediately chugged the milk.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, half-laughing, half-gagging. “You know that?”

He set the glass down with a satisfied sigh. “You married me. For better or for worse.”

“Clearly,” you muttered with an eye-roll, though your smile betrayed your fondness.

Then you pulled out the Vapo stick, unscrewing the cap.

“Lift your shirt,” you said, waving the tube in front of him.

“Why?” he asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Let me rub this on your chest. It’ll help open your lungs.”

His eyes narrowed. “This isn’t one of those weird things again, is it? Like that peel-off face mask from hell?”

You giggled. “This one’s legit. It was my favorite when I was a kid.” You held it up for him to smell, the minty scent filling the air.

He sniffed. “You mean when you were a little rave girl?”

“Shut up,” you laughed, already tugging up his hoodie. “Just trust me.”

He stood still as you gently rubbed the balm into his skin, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in the menthol. His body visibly relaxed.

“Told you,” you said smugly.

“Thanks, Jagi,” he murmured, finally looking at peace for the first time all day.

You leaned up and kissed him softly, lingering just long enough for him to melt into it. “Now go. Back to the couch while I make dinner.”

“You sure you don’t want me to help?” he asked, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“I’m sure,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “Go. Sit.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender and backed away, already turning toward the living room.

You turned back to the counter, already chopping vegetables, your heart full of love and worry and exhaustion—but above all, devotion. Because loving someone wasn’t always about the grand gestures or perfect days.

Sometimes it looked like soup and cough syrup and kisses on clammy foreheads.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-

By the time dinner was ready and the soup was simmering perfectly in the pot, Jiyong looked like a different person—or at least, a slightly stronger version of the one who had been dragging himself across the house all day. His color had returned ever so slightly, and the coughing fits that once shook him every few minutes had quieted into an occasional, mild wheeze. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your heart swell with relief.

You ladled steaming bowls of your grandmother’s chicken noodle soup—rich with herbs, tender chunks of chicken, and thick noodles—and brought them into the living room. Jiyong sat curled into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a nest of blankets, looking cozy and a little more alive. His eyes lit up the second you handed him his bowl.

And to your surprise—though maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised—he downed it like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Three bowls later, he slumped back against the couch with a satisfied groan, one hand resting lazily on his stomach.

You grinned as you stacked your empty bowls on the coffee table, leaving them there for Zoa and Iye to sniff and carefully lick clean. The cats didn’t care that the bowls were already spotless—they were just thrilled to be included.

You pressed play on the movie again, the familiar dialogue filling the room as the two of you sank deeper into the cushions. You glanced over and saw Jiyong beginning to nod off, his head lolling to the side, eyes blinking slower with every passing second. The soup, the medicine, and sheer exhaustion from the day were finally catching up to him. 

“Come on,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “Let’s go to bed.”

“M’comfy…” he mumbled sleepily, burying his cheek further into the throw pillow.

“You’ll be more comfy in bed, baby. Promise.”

He groaned like a child being asked to get up for school, but after a dramatic pause, he launched himself off the couch and into your arms, his limbs heavy and loose like a ragdoll. You stumbled back with a laugh, catching him just in time before he could drag you both down.

“God, you’re such a menace,” you teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you guided him toward the bedroom.

“Tired menace,” he murmured, nuzzling against your temple.

When you reached the bed, you helped him into it like he was made of glass. He sighed as he sank into the mattress, eyes already drifting closed again. You kissed his forehead before hurrying back to the kitchen to gather everything he might need through the night—water, tissues, another dose of medicine, cough drops all on standby. You placed it all neatly on the nightstand.

Once he was settled, you peeled off your clothes and changed into one of his oversized t-shirts. It swallowed you whole, soft with years of wear and still faintly scented like him.

You crawled into bed beside him, the blankets warm from his body heat. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, letting your body curl around his back.

“Jal ja, nae sarang,” you whispered against his temple, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

It wasn’t often Jiyong let you be the big spoon. Usually, he needed to be the one holding you—his protector instincts constantly humming under the surface. But tonight, he just wanted to be held. To feel safe. And you were more than happy to be that for him. After all the times he’d carried your stress, your grief, your pain—it felt good to return the favor, to be the arms he melted into.

Your fingers drifted lazily over his skin, tracing invisible patterns across his side, and slowly, you felt the tension melt out of him. His breathing deepened. Even. Steady.

And then… silence.

He had finally drifted into the deep, peaceful sleep he’d been chasing all day.

And with a full heart, you held him a little tighter, whispering another silent promise against his skin.

I’ve got you. Always.

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[saymonsays]

‎2 — Solving for X (and Maybe Love)

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pairing: kwon jiyong x reader

ep 1 | | ep 3

‎Summary: She’s a popular girl who hates math. He’s the quiet genius no one notices. When she’s forced to get tutoring—and he’s assigned as her tutor—their worlds crash into each other. She’d rather fail than accept help. He’d rather disappear than be noticed. It’s slow, it’s messy, it’s unspoken—but it’s real. In a classroom full of numbers, they might be solving for something they never expected: each other.

‎‎Tags: slow burn, highschool romance, opposites attract, art vs math, chaotic friendships, banter, wholesome chemistry, just fluff

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‎“Things I Can’t Say Out Loud”

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‎Empty Classroom – After School

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‎You were already at the desk, sketching absentmindedly in your notebook when Jiyong walked in.

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‎“Hey,” you said without looking.

‎

‎“Hey,” he echoed, quieter.

‎

‎He sat beside you, pulled out his books like always. But something felt… different. Slower. Warmer.

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‎After a few minutes of silent scribbling (you: a cat riding a skateboard, him: formulas), he cleared his throat.

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‎“I, uh…” he began.

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‎You looked up.

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‎“I wanted to say… thank you again. For the hallway. The other day.”

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‎You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t we go over this?”

‎

‎“I know. I just… I don’t say stuff like that. Not well.”

‎

‎You looked at him—really looked.

‎He wasn’t just quiet. He was careful. Like he had walls, not because he was cold—but because he’s been let down before.

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‎He opened his notebook, hesitated, then turned it toward you.

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‎Your eyes widened.

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‎There was a drawing on the page.

‎Sort of.

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‎It was… an attempt of a flower. Slightly lopsided. The petals were uneven, the stem was kind of a sad line, but the effort was there. Underneath it, in tiny neat letters:

“I tried. For you.”

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‎You stared at it. Then at him.

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‎“…You tried to draw for me?” you asked slowly.

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‎He nodded, not meeting your eyes.

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‎You bit your lip—hard—to stop yourself from smiling.

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‎“It’s awful,” you said gently.

‎

‎“I know,” he replied.

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‎“But it’s also…” You paused. “Kind of everything.”

‎

‎That made him glance up. His ears were red.

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‎You carefully tore out the page and tucked it into your sketchbook like it was a museum piece.

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‎“I’m keeping this forever.”

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‎“You really don’t have to—”

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‎“I’m absolutely going to.”

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‎And then, silence. The good kind. The kind where you both breathe at the same rhythm, even without meaning to.

‎

‎Jiyong opened his notebook again. Then stopped.

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‎“…Can I tell you something?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

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‎You turned to him, still holding the drawing like it was sacred. “You just did.”

‎

‎He smiled, just barely.

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‎“But yeah,” you added, softer now. “You can.”

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‎He looked down at his page, fingers tense.

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‎“…Sometimes, I feel like everyone’s talking around me. Not to me. Like I’m… invisible unless they need an answer.”

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‎You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you picked up your pen, flipped to a blank page, and drew something fast—simple, clean.

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‎It was a boy, hoodie up, surrounded by people. None of them saw him.

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‎But in the corner, a girl sat on a table, drawing.

‎And she was looking right at him.

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‎You turned the page to show him.

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‎“I see you,” you said.

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‎And in that moment, Jiyong didn’t need math to understand what that meant.

‎—————

‎School Library – Late Afternoon

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‎You weren’t supposed to be here this late.

‎But Saebom got detention (again), and the driver was late, and your phone was at 2%.

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‎So you were at your usual table, curled into a corner, sketching a wolf wearing sunglasses.

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‎And then—he walked in.

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‎Jiyong. Hoodie up, satchel slung across his chest, looking like a stray thought.

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‎He spotted you.

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‎Paused.

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‎You raised a brow. “This seat taken?”

‎

‎He didn’t answer. Just slid into the chair beside you.

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‎He smelled like fabric softener and pencil shavings. Familiar now. Comforting.

‎

‎“You draw everywhere,” he said after a while.

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‎“I exist everywhere,” you replied.

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‎He watched you draw in silence.

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‎And then—out of nowhere—he reached into his pencil case and pulled something out.

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‎A mechanical pencil.

‎But not just any. It was black and silver, sleek, fancy-looking.

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‎He placed it on the table between you.

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‎“What’s this?” you asked.

‎

‎“I thought… it might work better than the one you keep chewing on.”

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‎You looked at the pencil. Then at him.

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‎“…Is this a gift?”

‎

‎“No.”

‎

‎You tilted your head. “Feels like one.”

‎

‎“It’s just… a functional exchange.”

‎

‎You smiled, slow. “Right. Functional.”

‎

‎You picked it up, clicked it once. Twice. The sound filled the silence like thunder.

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‎“Don’t lose it,” he muttered.

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‎“Why?” you teased. “Is it precious?”

‎

‎He paused. Then, without looking at you:

‎“It was my brother’s.”

‎

‎The world paused.

‎

‎You stopped fidgeting with the pencil.

‎

‎“…You never told me you had a brother.”

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‎He nodded. “He’s… not around anymore.”

‎

‎You didn’t push. You didn’t say sorry, because some things don’t need apologies. They just need presence.

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‎So instead, you slid your sketchbook toward him.

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‎“Draw something.”

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‎He blinked. “We already went over this. I can’t draw.”

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‎You shrugged. “I still kept the flower, didn’t I?”

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‎Reluctantly, he took the pencil. Gripped it awkwardly.

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‎Then looked at you. “What should I draw?”

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‎You met his gaze.

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‎“Whatever you think of… when you think of me.”

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‎He froze.

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‎Dead silence.

‎Then—you.

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‎You felt the air shift. Like the room got smaller, warmer, closer.

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‎His eyes flicked down. The pencil started to move.

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‎After a minute, he turned the sketchbook back toward you.

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‎It was a mess. Scribbly lines. Crooked heart. A vague attempt of… sunglasses?

‎

‎“…Is this the wolf from earlier?” you asked.

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‎He nodded. “Cool. Unbothered. Not afraid of anything.”

‎

‎You looked at him.

‎

‎He wasn’t blushing.

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‎But he couldn’t meet your eyes, either.

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‎Your heart thudded. Loud. Stupid.

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‎“Okay,” you said, voice smaller than you meant.

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‎You closed the sketchbook, tucking it to your chest like it was gold.

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‎And he reached for the pencil—

‎—but you stopped him.

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‎“I’m borrowing this,” you said softly. “Indefinitely.”

‎

‎His lips twitched.

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‎“I didn’t say you could.”

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‎“You didn’t have to.”

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‎And for a second—just a second—he looked at you like you were the only thing real in the world.

—

Author's note: sorry this part is kind of short BUT I SWEAR THERE'S ANOTHER PART AFTER THIS LOL this was kind of rushed :')

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[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ YOUR HONEYMOON WITH GDRAGON

୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! with mild sex talk

୨ৎ from myeong: wahhhhh! hello! so happy to take this request especially for my precious jiyong ): I hope I’m able to do well enough and you enjoy! x

with jiyong.. it’ll have to be a super extravagant trip! even if you don’t want it to be that expensive or crazy he’ll do everything that he can to make it the most romantic getaway you’ve ever been on.

if it’s somewhere with a beach? absolutely adores it because he can see you in such pretty swimsuits. no matter what negative thought you have about your body, he’s there to praise you and make sure that you feel your greatest and most beautiful.

jiyong will enjoy building sandcastles with you or at least try his best to attempt one and will either take so many photos of the you, the both of you, or a cute video of you and him building it together.

the gentleman he is he’ll ask if he can throw you in the water and once he gets the answer he wanted so badly, you’re picked up in an instant and thrown into the water but jiyong quickly checks on you to make sure he wasn’t too rough and holds you close against his warmer body pressing gentle kisses all over your face and down your neck. (he loves that)

if it’s a beautiful city? will take you shopping and spends so much money on you. don’t feel bad about it because he married you!! his money is your money and he will continue to spoil you so much.

“baby? I seen you looking at this dress and bought it while you were in the fitting room. can we go back there and try this one on, hm? I’ll be good.”

it’s so hard for him to behave but with your stern looks he acts scared to make you laugh and puts on his best behavior even if he wants so badly to take you back to the hotel and make love. yes I said make love because that’s what jiyong will say.

steals your phone to take pretty pictures of you to post and show your friends or family. he’ll then take plenty of pictures with his phone and stare at them for a few minutes before giving his attention to you.

“how’d I get so lucky? you’re so breathtaking.”

if it’s a tropical island? you’ll spend hours on the beach or he’ll take you to the aquarium! one of the largest in the city and hell of course buy you so much at the gift shop to remember this day.

it’ll be hard for him to wait for sex but he wants you to know and understand that isn’t the most important to him especially if he knows you’re super excited to leave the hotel and explore! so.. if anything he’ll do his best to wait for that night. what you want is far more important to him.

that night? well you’re in for a pretty long night with him. he’ll want to go for several rounds with a few breaks in between. each break he takes with you is a new special memory. he loves to hold you close to him and talk about all sorts of topics.

“wanna go another round? maybe this time in the shower or bath? that sounds so sexy.. I don’t know what it is about it. how does it sound to you baby?”

he’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and after? prepare for morning sex and it’ll be hard to say no to him especially knowing he’s now your husband. cooking for you so early and going out of his way to make everything so perfect? yeah you need him.

“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant. is that okay to say? I just can’t wait. I know we’ve talked about it before but to see you pregnant with my baby? it’s going to be something so special and exciting.”

jiyong will try all sorts of dishes and desserts with you even if he doesn’t think it sounds good. the best part about the honeymoon is bonding and sharing memories together. him gagging over something he really didn’t like was a great memory.

“look it’s a stray cat! should we bring it home?”

“please? can we just bring it home! looks so cute.”

that’s when it’s time to drag jiyong away from the stray cat because if not? you’ll end up bringing it back home with you and hours later? he’s asking about the stray cat and if it’s doing okay. awww

before the end of your honeymoon he pulls you into his lap and gets emotional about how lucky he is to have you as his wife and how beautiful this honeymoon has been. he’s the best husband you could ever ask for. romantic, sweet, caring, so supportive and one of the most handsome ever.

[saraaisfree]

Hi, I seen your thinking of writing 🙂 and I wanted to send in a suggestion. A friend's to lovers troupe could be cute and he doesn't admit his feelings for the reader bc they are in a relationship but when the reader goes through a breakup, he comes over and comforts them and they end up talking where he confesses his feelings. Just an idea, feel free to write whatever! Can't wait to read it 🤍❤️💙

𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 || Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon

Summary: After a bad break-up your bestfriend comes over to help you feel better. While emotions are high confessions are made.

(thank you for this suggestion i hope you will enjoy this)

G-Dragon, or as you've always known him, Kwon Ji-Yong, has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. From sharing lunches in kindergarten to late nights helping him write lyrics for his songs, the two of you have been inseparable. Even after his group hit it big, he never left you behind, always trying his best to be there for you no matter what happened.

It was a simple night alone in your apartment. You were waiting for Ji-Yong to finish his dance rehearsal, as you had a movie night planned together. While preparing something to eat, your phone pinged with a message:

“Hey Y/N, I don’t think this is working between us anymore, and quite frankly, I don’t want it to. Also, I found someone else.”

The text came as a shock. You and your boyfriend had been dating for almost a year, and everything seemed to be going so well. You were even considering moving in together soon.

Slowly, you made your way to the couch and began crying softly. Picking up your phone, you texted Ji-Yong: “I think we should cancel tonight. I’m not feeling very well, and I don’t want you to get sick.” It was obviously a lie—you just wanted to be alone.

“Hey, that’s never been a problem before. Did something happen?”

You read his reply but chose not to respond.

Half an hour later, your doorbell rang. Curious, you went to see who it was. There he stood—your best friend—with two takeout bags in his hands and a sad smile on his face.

“Can I please come in? You’ve never canceled on me just because you’re sick. I’m worried about you.”

You knew you couldn’t say no to him, so you let him in. After setting the bags on the table, he joined you on the couch.

“Tell me what happened, Y/N. Please,” he urged.

You didn’t respond verbally; instead, you showed him the text message. He read it a few times, his face darkening. Without saying a word, he wrapped you in his arms.

“He was a dickhead anyway,” he said, a slight edge of anger in his voice. “He didn’t deserve you at all.”

Ji-Yong had always known he liked you—no, he loved you. But by the time he felt ready to say anything, you had already grown too comfortable with him, and he was terrified of ruining your friendship.

He never liked your boyfriends, no matter how much he tried to seem supportive. The idea of another man hugging you, kissing you, waking up next to you—it tore him apart. He wanted to tell you how he felt, to shout it to the world, but he held himself back, afraid.

“I’m really disappointed, but not surprised,” you said softly. “He always said things like that when he was mad, but this? This seems final. I guess you’re right, Ji.” You leaned into him, cuddling closer.

Hearing you call him “Ji” made his heart race. The way it fell from your lips felt like a drug. He wanted to hear it every single day.

“You know I’m here for you, right? Always.”

“I know. Thank you.”

As you finally settled down and drifted off to sleep, Ji-Yong kissed your forehead and fell asleep beside you.

The next morning, you stirred awake in his arms. He pulled you back instinctively. “No, don’t leave yet,” he mumbled, still half asleep, before realizing what he’d said. “Oh, um, I’m sorry about that.”

You smiled. The two of you had cuddled a lot as kids, but as teenagers, it became a rare occurrence. It felt nice to be in his arms again.

“Y/N,” he began hesitantly, “I need to tell you something, and it’s really important. I… I really like you. I always have. If the feeling isn’t mutual, we can pretend I never said anything, but I can’t sit around watching you get hurt by guys who don’t deserve you. It kills me to see you like this. I just… I want a chance to treat you right, to show you that love doesn’t have to be this hard—”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his, then resting your forehead against his. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” you whispered.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring yours with a hunger he’d suppressed for years.

“I love you so much, L/N Y/N. I always have.”

“I love you too, Kwon Ji-Yong,” you replied.

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Yooo! First ever fic!! I hope you all like it!!

[gdinthehouseee]

Valentine's: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: a steamy valentine's date with ji-yong in his penthouse

word count: 6397

tags: fluff, mature (for spice? steam? there's no actual smut)

ao3 link

It was finally Valentine’s day. You had spent the night back at your own place, something you haven’t done in probably months ever since you started dating Ji-yong—practically already moved in together at his place instead. Last night, he told you he wanted this day to be special, so you figured you would go home for the night in order to put some real effort into your look tonight. Naturally, this morning, you spent hours making sure everything was perfect: everything from your outfit to the gift you bought him. At least it was easier to hide that. 

Finally, the sun had set and it was time for the real fun to begin.

The scent of something rich and savory fills the air as you step into Ji-yong’s penthouse, the warm lighting casting soft shadows across the sleek interior. Your eyes immediately land on him—standing by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, a soft smile playing on his lips as he stirs a pot on the stove.

“You’re just in time, aein.” He says smoothly, glancing over his shoulder to give you a once-over. His gaze lingers a little longer than necessary. “Did you dress up just for me?”

You scoff, setting your bag down. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the one who looks like you’re about to seduce someone.”

“Maybe I am.”

Before you can fire back, he closes the distance between you and reaches for your hand, guiding it to his chest dramatically. “Feel that? My heart’s racing already. You really do have that effect on me.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You roll your eyes, but your expression betrays you as you keep your hand over his heart.

“You know you love it,” he teases, tugging you closer until you’re nearly flush against him. “Now, if you’ll behave and keep me company, I might even let you taste what I’m cooking.”

He tilts his head, eyes sparkling with mischief and flickering towards your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Or, you could just taste me instead. Your choice.”

“Ji,” you whined. “What’s gotten into you?”

Thankfully, your bashful smile let him know that you were both enjoying his boldness. No matter how much you rolled your eyes or tried to act unaffected, the soft curve of your lips gave you away every time. Ji-yong lived for that—watching the way your defenses crumbled under his charm, the way your gaze flickered between playful defiance and quiet surrender. It was a game he loved playing, pushing just enough to make you flustered, but never too much to overwhelm you. And judging by the warmth creeping up your cheeks, he was winning.

“Am I not allowed to flirt with my girl?” He jokingly pouted, one hand remained over your hand on his chest while his other hand found its home at your waist. 

“Of course you are.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he said before pressing a quick peck to your lips. “C’mon, let my cooking impress you instead.” 

The countertop is lined with ingredients, a simmering pot sending out a rich, mouthwatering aroma. You watch as he moves effortlessly around the kitchen, confident in every step. He grabs a spoon, dips it into the sauce, and turns to you with that signature smirk still plastered on his face. “Here. Taste.”

You lean in slightly, expecting him to hold out the spoon properly, but instead, he lifts it higher—forcing you to tilt your head back as he guides it between your lips. The warmth of the sauce spreads across your tongue, but all you can focus on is the way Ji-yong’s gaze drops to your lips, his smirk deepening.

“Good?” He asks, his voice lower now.

You swallow, trying not to show how flustered you suddenly feel. “Yeah. It’s really good.”

He hums in satisfaction, but instead of stepping back, he raises a finger and swipes it across the corner of your lips. “You had a little something…” He brings his finger to his own lips and licks it off, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time. “Can’t waste it.”

You scoff, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he muses, tilting his head, “you’re still here.” He leans in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping. “Does that mean you like it when I tease you, jagiya?”

You roll your eyes and turn toward the counter, forcing yourself to focus on something—anything—other than the way he’s looking at you. “You clearly need supervision, so I’m helping.”

“Helping? That’s cute.”

“I know how to cook, you know.”

“Sure you do,” he teases, stepping behind you so close that you can feel his breath on your neck. Before you can respond, his hands slide over yours, effortlessly guiding them to the knife on the counter. “Let me see, then.”

Your fingers tighten slightly on the handle, heat radiating from his body behind you. “Ji-yong.”

“Hm?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, completely unfazed. “I’m just helping, right?”

You exhale sharply, trying to ignore the way his voice drips with amusement. “I don’t need you hovering over me.”

He hums as if considering your words, then suddenly reaches around you, grabbing an ingredient from the counter—brushing against you just enough to send a jolt up your spine. “Ah, my bad,” he murmurs, lips dangerously close to your ear. “Didn’t mean to get in your way.”

You whip around, intending to glare at him properly, but the moment you do, he lifts a small piece of fruit to your lips. “Open up, aein.”

“What—”

“Shh.” He taps the fruit against your bottom lip, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Be good and try it.”

Despite your attempt to act like you were annoyed with him, you open your mouth, and he places it on your tongue, his fingers lingering a little too long. His eyes flicker down, watching the way your lips close around it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

You chew slowly, refusing to let him see just how much he’s getting to you. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

He grins. “Of course I am.” He picks up another piece, twirling it between his fingers. “The question is… are you?”

You swallow, willing yourself not to fall into his trap. Instead, you decide to turn the tables. Two can play this game. With a slow, deliberate movement, you step closer, reaching past him to grab a piece of fruit for yourself. He watches, amused, as you bring it to your lips—but instead of eating it right away, you pause. You roll the fruit lightly between your fingers, letting your lips hover just above it, pretending to inspect it. “Hmm,” you hum thoughtfully, glancing at him through your lashes. “I don’t know… do you think I should try it, Ji-yong?”

His smirk falters just slightly—his eyes flicker to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. You don’t give him a chance to recover. Slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, you bring the fruit to your mouth and take a bite, your lips just barely brushing your fingers. Your tongue flicks out to catch the sweetness, and you swear you hear Jiyong’s breath hitch.

You let out a small, pleased hum as you chew, tilting your head. “Mmm. You were right. It’s good.”

His smirk is still there, but his jaw tenses slightly. “Glad you approve.”

You take another bite, even slower this time, then reach up with your thumb to wipe the juice lingering at the corner of your lips. His eyes track the movement immediately. For the final blow, you bring your thumb to your lips—just like he did earlier—and suck the sweetness away, holding eye contact the entire time.

Ji-yong stills. You see it—the exact moment the teasing backfires on him. His smirk wavers, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, you even heard the way his breath hitched. For once, he doesn’t have a witty comeback.

Satisfied, you tilt your head. “Something wrong?”

Jiyong exhales, slow and measured, before abruptly closing the distance between you.

“Oh, aein,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with just two fingers. His gaze is dangerously dark now, heated in a way that makes your stomach flip. “You really wanna play this game with me?”

You blink innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckles, but there’s a sharp edge to it now. His hand doesn’t drop from your chin—instead, his thumb brushes along your jawline, slow and teasing.

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, his lips so close you can feel his breath. “But you should know better than to tease me, princess.”

Before you can react, his other hand suddenly slides down, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your breath catches, and he grins, fully aware of what he’s doing to you.

“Now,” he says, voice nothing but smooth velvet, “let’s see how long you can keep up, hmm?”

Oh. You’re in trouble.

His grip on your waist tightens, holding you exactly where he wants you. His smirk is still there, but there’s something darker behind it now—something that makes your pulse skyrocket. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t finish this game he started. Not that either of you want to stop playing.

“You’ve been getting bold,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against your hip. “Teasing me like that. Acting all innocent when we both know you’re not.”

You refuse to back down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, keeping your voice steady despite the way your heart is slamming against your ribs.

Ji-yong lets out a low, knowing hum. “No?”

Before you can react, he shifts, caging you in completely—his arm sliding around your lower back, his other hand pressing flat against the counter beside you. He leans in, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Then why,” he murmurs, voice rich with amusement, “do you look like you’re about to melt?”

You inhale sharply, trying to keep your composure. But it’s impossible when his presence is so overwhelming—the scent of him, the heat of his body, the way his lips are hovering over your skin, never quite touching, but making you ache for it anyway.

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze, challenging him right back. “If anyone’s about to melt, it’s you,” you whisper.

Ji-yong exhales sharply through his nose—a laugh, but barely. His grip tightens, his body pressing into yours just enough to make you shiver.

“Oh?” He muses, tilting his head. “That so?”

His hand on your waist slides lower, fingers grazing over the curve of your hip—slow, deliberate, teasing. He’s watching you, studying the way your breath catches, how your fingers clutch at the counter behind you.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, the space between you is gone.

His lips brush against your jaw, featherlight, before ghosting down your neck. It’s barely a touch, but it’s enough to make your stomach tighten. However, he can’t help himself as he begins to kiss your jawline. Slow and soft pecks trailing down your jaw and your neck, until he reaches your collarbone.

“Still think I’m the one melting?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice so dangerously low it sends a shiver down your spine.

Your fingers instinctively grip his shirt, as if holding onto something solid will keep you from completely losing yourself in him. Of course, he notices, and he grins against your neck.

“You’re already falling apart for me.”

Your head is spinning, your breath uneven, but how could it not be? Ji-yong is right there, pressing against you like he has no intention of letting go—and God, he looks unfairly good doing it.

The dim lighting casts soft shadows over his sharp features, highlighting the mischief in his eyes, the slight smirk tugging at his lips, the way his hair falls messily over his forehead like he was made to look this effortlessly perfect. His jaw is so sharp it could cut, his skin so frustratingly smooth it’s unfair, and then—those lips. Lips that are so close to yours now, parted just slightly, so warm against your skin as he teases you without even trying. His scent—clean, expensive, intoxicating—wraps around you like a slow-burning haze, making it impossible to think of anything but him. And then there’s his hands—warm, and so damn sure of themselves, holding you in place, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your stomach tighten. His confidence, the way he looks at you like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, has you completely undone before he even touches you properly. How is it fair that someone can look this good and know exactly how to use it? And worse—how are you supposed to survive it?

And then—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP!

A loud, obnoxious timer shatters the moment.

For a second, neither of you react—both frozen, caught in the tension that had been building like a slow-burning fire.

Then, he exhales sharply, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he lets out a deep, frustrated groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, his grip on your waist flexing like he’s resisting the urge to just ignore it altogether.

You, on the other hand, are biting back a grin. “Ji-yong,” you say, feigning innocence, “I think something’s burning.”

His fingers tighten just slightly before he finally pulls back, shooting a glare toward the kitchen timer like it personally offended him.

“I hate that thing,” he deadpans, jaw clenching as he forces himself to step away from you.

You laugh, still breathless, but can’t help the way your lips curve in satisfaction. “You were the one who insisted on cooking.”

His eyes darken again instantly, and suddenly, you realize teasing him right now might be dangerous. He lets out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders back like he’s trying to shake off the tension that had just settled so thickly between you. His jaw is still tight, and you don’t miss the way his fingers flex before he finally forces himself to step away.

“You’re lucky I care about feeding you,” he mutters, tossing a glance your way as he checks on the food.

You cross your arms, watching the way his back muscles shift under his shirt as he moves around the kitchen. It’s almost unfair—even when he’s frustrated, he looks good enough to ruin you.

“I don’t know,” you muse, leaning against the counter. “Seemed like you cared about something else a lot more just now.”

Ji-yong pauses. For a moment, he just stands there, hands braced against the counter, before he slowly—so slowly—turns to face you again.

“Oh?” His voice is deceptively light, but his gaze? Dangerous. “Are you saying you’d rather skip dinner?”

“Didn’t say that.”

He hums, his eyes still too intense as he starts plating the food. “Good,” he murmurs, sliding a plate in front of you before leaning in just slightly. “Because you’re gonna need the energy later.”

Your stomach flips, and you hate how easily he turns the tables back on you. He grins, knowing exactly what he’s doing, before grabbing his own plate and nodding toward the dining table. “C’mon, aein. Let’s eat.”

You exhale, trying to calm the warmth in your cheeks, before following him.

He lights a few candles, their soft glow casting warm flickers of light across the sleek tabletop. The ambient dimness makes the setting feel far too intimate, like something straight out of a private five-star restaurant. He places the plates down with precision, adjusting them like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. A bottle of expensive wine appears next, because of course he has that on hand, followed by two glasses that catch the light just right. He even adds a small vase with a single rose—a dramatic touch, but so undeniably him. When he finally steps back, admiring his work, he catches you staring and smirks. “What?” he teases, tilting his head. “Didn’t think I’d put in the effort?”

Your gaze flickers back to Ji-yong, who’s watching you with that infuriatingly smug expression, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“I just…” You trail off, lips parting slightly as you glance at the setup again. “I wasn’t expecting all this.”

He leans casually against the chair, his smirk only growing. “You wound me, aein,” he sighs dramatically. “Do you really think I’d invite you over for dinner and not make it perfect?”

“Perfect, huh?”

He shrugs, stepping closer—too close. “Well,” he murmurs, eyes glinting as he reaches for the wine, “it’ll be perfect once you sit down and let me pour you a drink.”

You finally sink into your chair, still feeling a little dazed from how effortlessly Jiyong managed to make this dinner feel so special. He pours you a glass of wine first, his fingers steady and graceful, before taking his own seat across from you. For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence. The soft glow of the candles flickers between you, casting shadows over his sharp features. He watches you as you take the first bite, eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

“Well?” He asks, resting his chin on his palm, waiting for your reaction.

You pretend to consider, chewing slowly as if deep in thought.

His eyes narrow. “Don’t even—”

Before he can finish, you let out a dramatic sigh, setting your fork down. “I guess it’s okay…”

Ji-yong scoffs, rolling his eyes, but there’s amusement flickering behind them. “You’re such a brat,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Give me that.”

Before you can stop him, he reaches across the table with his own fork, stealing a bite from your plate. His expression shifts almost immediately—satisfaction mixed with pure smugness.

“Yeah,” he hums, chewing slowly. “Tastes like perfection. Just like I thought.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small, genuine smile tugging at your lips. “You really know how to fish for compliments, huh?”

He tilts his head, a lazy grin forming. “I don’t need to fish for them. I already know I’m amazing.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

But as you glance around the table—the candles flickering, the way he watches you between bites, the small, intimate details he put into everything—you realize something: he didn’t have to do all this. When it comes to showing his love for you, Ji-yong loves extravagance, sure, but this dinner? This was different. This wasn’t for show. This wasn’t for anyone else. This was for you.

Your heart softens, and without thinking, you murmur, “Thank you, Ji.”

He pauses mid-bite, blinking at you like he wasn’t expecting that. “For what?”

You shrug, nudging a piece of food around your plate. “For this. For making it special.”

His smirk falters for just a second before something warmer takes its place. He leans back in his chair, watching you closely, his teasing tone now laced with something softer.

“Of course, aein,” he murmurs, lips quivering. “You deserve it.”

And just like that, your heart is completely gone.

Dinner continues at a slow, unhurried pace, both of you enjoying the food and each other’s company. The teasing ebbs into easy conversation, laughter spilling effortlessly between bites, and for a while, it’s just… nice. Comfortable. Like the world outside doesn’t exist. He watches you fondly as you take another bite, his elbow resting on the table, chin propped up on his hand. He’s been staring at you like that for a while now—like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

“What?” you ask, lips twitching as you meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” he says, swirling his wine glass lazily. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“How cute you look when you’re enjoying your food.”

A flush creeps up your neck before you can stop it. “Oh my god, Jiyong—”

He grins, setting his glass down. “What? It’s true.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table as his voice drops just slightly, just enough to make your stomach flip. “You make the smallest happy noises when you like something. It’s adorable.”

Your mouth opens—ready to argue, ready to defend yourself—but then you realize you can’t even deny it. He must’ve been paying such close attention to notice that. And that realization? It makes your heart ache in the best way.

You clear your throat, playing with the stem of your glass just to avoid looking directly at him. “You notice too much.”

Jiyong exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I just notice you.”

The words settle between you, gentle but weighted, sinking in like warmth spreading through your chest. There’s no teasing in his voice this time. Just honesty. That’s more dangerous than any flirtation. For a moment, you just look at him—this man who could have anyone, who could be anywhere, but right now, he’s here. With you. Watching you like you’re the only thing worth paying attention to.

“…You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” you finally murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He starts grinning as if he had just won something. “Oh, I know.”

“Unbelievable.” You groan, tossing a napkin at him.

But even as you shake your head, you can’t stop the softness creeping into your smile. By the time dinner winds down, you feel light, warm, and completely at ease. The teasing has softened into something quieter, something closer, as you sit across from Jiyong in the glow of candlelight, your empty plates long forgotten.

Ji-yong finishes the last sip of his wine, then sets his glass down with a satisfied sigh. “Not bad for a home-cooked meal, right?”

You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Mmm… I guess you can keep your title as a decent chef.”

He scoffs, clearly unimpressed by your lack of enthusiasm. “Decent?” He stands, making his way over to you, his smirk lazy but his eyes holding something softer. “Jagiya, you practically moaned over that food.”

Your jaw drops. “I did not—”

He laughs, reaching out to take your hand. “Come on,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, quieter. “I have something else planned.”

Before you can ask what, he tugs you up from your seat, guiding you toward the spacious living area. The city skyline stretches out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a breathtaking backdrop to the moment. But it’s not what captures your attention. It’s the way he holds your hand so naturally, like he was always meant to.

“What are we doing?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Dancing.”

He reaches for a remote and clicks a button. Within seconds, soft, slow music fills the space, blending seamlessly into the ambience of the night.

Your breath catches slightly. “You planned this?”

Ji-yong’s fingers thread through yours, his other hand settling lightly at your waist. His touch is warm, steady—so sure of itself, like he’s been waiting for this.

“I told you,” he murmurs, leading you into an easy sway. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Your heart stumbles, warmth spreading through your chest like honey. How does he do this? How does he make you melt with just a few words?

“You’re so dramatic,” you tease, but your voice is softer now, barely above a whisper.

He grins, pulling you just a little closer. “And you love it.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it because right now, wrapped up in his arms, your bodies moving in slow rhythm beneath the dim glow of the penthouse lights, you can’t remember a time when you felt this safe. And when Jiyong’s hand slides up your back, his touch gentle but grounding, you know—you don’t want this night to end.

His grip on your hand tightens just slightly before he lifts it, guiding you into a slow, effortless twirl. You let yourself spin under his touch, the motion making the hem of your outfit shift slightly, your hair catching the light just right. For that brief moment, everything feels weightless—dreamlike. But when you turn back to face him, you catch the way he’s looking at you. His gaze roams over you slowly, deliberately, like he has every intention of memorizing you. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, his dark eyes drinking in every single detail as if seeing you for the first time.

Warmth rushes to your face as you clear your throat, shifting slightly under his stare. “What?” you ask, trying—and failing—to sound unaffected.

He tilts his head, amusement flickering in his expression as he tugs you closer again, resuming your slow sway. His voice drops, low and utterly sincere.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your breath catches. Not cute. Not pretty. Beautiful. And the way he says it—so effortlessly, like it’s just a fact—makes your heart stumble.

“Getting shy, are we?”

You groan, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “You are so—”

“Charming? Handsome? Completely smitten with you?”

You huff, looking away, but that only makes him grin wider. And then, in a move that’s entirely unfair, he leans in, his lips brushing just beneath your ear as he murmurs, “Don’t look away. I meant it.”

Your stomach flips.

Oh, he’s serious. So serious.

He pulls back just enough to look at you again, his expression warm, unreadable, and maybe even a little too tender. His hand lifts, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a touch so gentle it nearly undoes you.

"You should hear it more often," he muses, voice low and honeyed.

Your lips part, but no words come out—because how are you supposed to respond when he says things like that?

He watches your reaction, his teasing smile softening. His arms tighten around you as he spins you playfully again, stealing another lingering glance before pulling you back into him. His gaze is nothing short of adoring.

The soft melody still lingers in the air, but you stop moving first.

Ji-yong’s brow lifts as you take a step back, though his grip on your waist tightens, like he’s not ready to let you go. His lips curl. “What, done with me already?”

You grin, tilting your head. “Maybe.”

His smirk falters. Just slightly. You take advantage of the moment, slipping from his hold to retrieve something from where you’d hidden it earlier. You don’t miss the way his eyes follow you.

“Relax, I’m not leaving,” you tease, casting him a glance over your shoulder. “I just have something for you.”

When you turn back, holding a small, neatly wrapped box, Jiyong looks genuinely surprised. His gaze flickers between the gift and your face, and for once, he seems… speechless.

“You got me something?” He finally asks, like the idea never occurred to him.

You smirk, stepping closer. Close enough that he has no choice but to focus on you.

“Of course,” you murmur, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt, just to see his reaction. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t?”

Jiyong inhales, but his smirk returns—a little slower this time. “That’s what I normally say.”

“Not anymore.” You grin, pressing the box into his hands. “Now, open it.”

He watches you for a second longer, like he’s trying to figure out what game you’re playing. Then, finally, he pulls at the ribbon and lifts the lid.

The moment he sees what’s inside, his smirk fades.

The bracelet inside is sleek, but there’s a personal touch—a custom engraving on the inside. Jiyong’s thumb drags over it, his eyes lingering.

“You really know me, huh?” His voice is softer now.

“Obviously.”

His gaze snaps back to yours immediately. This time, there’s something different—an intensity that wasn’t there a second ago. For the first time tonight, you feel like you have him cornered. Slowly, you reach for his wrist, lifting it between both of yours. “Here,” you murmur. “Let me put it on for you.”

His fingers twitch slightly when your fingertips brush against his skin. You don’t rush. Instead, you take your time. He exhales slowly as you fasten the clasp, his usual teasing nowhere to be found. His gaze stays locked on your face, but there’s a flicker of something else. Something like anticipation. Restraint.

“You’re quiet.”

His eyes narrow slightly. “Am I?”

“Mmhmm.” You run your fingers over his wrist deliberately, letting your touch linger. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

His jaw tenses. Oh, this is fun.

You let your fingers trace the bracelet just a little longer than necessary, then glance up at him through your lashes. You can see it now—the tiniest hint of pink dusting his ears. He knows what you’re doing. And he can’t stop it. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his voice coming out a little rougher than before. “You’re playing with fire, aein.”

You smile innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.”

His gaze darkens—and just like that, the shift happens. His fingers catch your wrist mid-movement, grip firm but careful. His smirk is back, a little lazier now, a little more dangerous. “You think you can tease me?” he murmurs, tilting his head. His thumb brushes against your pulse point, slow and deliberate. “That’s cute.”

Your breath hitches—not because of his words, but because of the way he says them. He steps closer.

“I should give you something too,” he muses. His grip doesn’t loosen. “Something to match.”

Your brows furrow, but before you can even question it, he releases you and disappears into the other room.

And when he returns, dangling from his fingertips, is a delicate necklace.

The necklace swings in Jiyong’s hand, glinting with the soft lighting as he holds it just out of reach. There’s a predatory look in his eyes, the glimmer of amusement dancing across his features as he teases you.

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, your voice playful but filled with challenge. “You really think I’m just going to beg for this?”

His smile widens, his gaze darkening slightly. “I don’t think you will. I know you will.” His voice drops an octave, dripping with confidence as he steps closer.

You refuse to back down, crossing your arms, determination flooding your veins. “I’m not begging.”

“Oh, but you will,” he murmurs, stepping closer. There’s a dangerous edge to his voice now, though the smile never fades. “You’ll ask. In your own way.”

You scoff, but there’s a flutter in your chest, excitement mixing with the heat he’s radiating. “You’re not getting ‘nice’ from me.”

The corner of his mouth tilts upward, a silent challenge flickering in his gaze. “We’ll see about that.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you into his chest in one swift motion, your back hitting him hard as he spins you around. You gasp, slightly disoriented, but you’re quickly steadied by his hands on your waist. You try to steady yourself, trying to resist the pull of his magnetic presence. “I’m not begging.”

Ji-yong’s lips brush against your ear, his voice low. “You don’t have to beg, but you do need to ask. Nicely.”

He’s testing you, pushing your limits with every word. The coolness of the necklace rests in his hand, so close you can practically taste it. But he doesn’t make a move to put it on you just yet. Instead, he slides the necklace slowly between his fingers, watching you with that quiet intensity. His lips graze your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You’re fighting to maintain control, to keep your composure, but it’s hard with the way he’s acting.

“You know, princess,” he whispers softly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

You try to focus, but his hands slide down your arms, slow, deliberate, every touch purposeful. He leans in, his lips just barely grazing the back of your neck as he savors the moment, lingering for far longer than necessary.

“I’m not begging,” you murmur, but the words are shaky now, losing their strength.

He laughs, soft and rich, a sound full of dark amusement. He moves back slightly, and for a moment, there’s nothing but silence between you two. You try to take a deep breath, but he takes his time, the necklace still dangling loosely from his fingers. Every second feels like an eternity as he looks you over—taking you in, analyzing you.

“Say please,” he demands suddenly, his voice cool and commanding, forcing you to look at him. You try to hold your ground, but the way he’s looking at you—like he’s already won—makes it impossible. His eyes flash darkly as he leans in again, his lips grazing your skin with a lingering kiss along your neck. The warmth of his breath makes your pulse quicken. The tension between you two only grows thicker, more suffocating, until you can’t keep your composure anymore. You shiver slightly, trying to breathe through the moment.

Finally, unable to stand the pressure any longer, you whisper it: “Please, Ji-yong.”

The second the word leaves your lips, his hand moves, quick and sure, as he slides the necklace around your neck. The cool metal is the only thing that cools the fire spreading through your veins. But even after he places the necklace carefully around your throat, his fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary. He adjusts the chain slowly, his fingertips grazing your skin with each touch, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

The way he looks at you now—the satisfaction in his gaze—is almost enough to make you forget everything else.

“Good.” He looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, lips curling just enough to show the power he’s taken from you. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

As he waits for your response, his eyes still locked on yours, you can’t help but smile, your fingers gently brushing over the delicate chain of the necklace he just put on you. The way the soft sparkle catches the light makes you pause, admiring how it fits perfectly around your neck, just like it was made for you.

You tilt your head slightly, your fingers lightly grazing the pendant as you gaze up at him. "You know," you start, your voice soft and filled with admiration, "I can’t stop looking at it."

He watches you, clearly intrigued. "Yeah? You like it?" His voice carries a hint of pride, but there’s something vulnerable in his eyes, too. It’s like he’s hoping you truly appreciate it.

You smile, your fingers gently tracing the necklace, and your eyes lift to meet his. "I love it," you say, your voice warm, sincere. "You really know how to pick the perfect gift."

Ji-yong's gaze softens, his earlier teasing gone as he watches you with a fond expression. "I’m glad," he murmurs, stepping a little closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. "It’s all for you, princess."

For a moment, you both just stand there, the sweet sincerity of the moment filling the space between you. The tension from before fades away, replaced by something softer, more intimate. You catch his eyes again, a small smile on your lips, feeling the weight of the gift and the gesture behind it settle in. You then continue to gaze at the necklace, your fingers tracing its smooth, delicate pendant as you let out a soft sigh. The way it catches the light only seems to make it more beautiful, but it’s not just the gift that’s leaving you speechless—it’s the gesture, the care behind it, and the way Ji-yong’s eyes are locked onto you, full of affection.

"It’s perfect," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, as you lift your gaze to meet his. You’re so focused on the warmth in his eyes, the way he’s watching you, that it’s almost like everything else disappears for a moment.

He steps closer, his hand gently brushing against your cheek as he leans in to kiss you softly. It’s tender, almost too gentle for the electric tension building between you. You can feel the heat of his body pressing into yours, and when he pulls back, his voice is low, almost growling with desire.

"You’re perfect," he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours. "But I need you now."

Ji-yong doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. As soon as his words sink in, he’s on you again, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. His hands move with purpose, gripping your waist, pulling you against him until there’s nothing left between you but heat. His kiss is demanding, his tongue sweeping past your lips as he takes everything you’re willing to give—and more.

A soft gasp escapes you as he presses you back against the nearest wall, his body molding to yours, his hands roaming your curves like he can’t stand a single inch of space between you. One hand cups your jaw, angling your face so he can deepen the kiss, while the other slides down, gripping your hip before tugging your thigh up against his. The sheer need in the way he holds you, in the way his fingers dig in just enough to make you gasp, sets your pulse racing.

His kisses grow more urgent, more desperate, as though he’s trying to drown himself in you. He pulls away for just a second, his breath warm against your lips, his eyes dark and full of heat as they flicker over your face. Then he’s back again, kissing you harder, deeper, as if he never wants to stop. His fingers tangle into your hair, tugging just enough to send a sharp thrill down your spine, and the sound you make has him groaning against your mouth.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmurs between kisses, his voice low and rough. "Do you even realize what you do to me?"

“I could say the same about you,” you whisper back, no longer being able to ignore the heat pooling between your legs. You try to squeeze your thighs together for some sort of friction, and he notices. Of course he does.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah—”

“Good. Because I’m craving something much sweeter.”

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[nnnaaahhhiiiaaa]

𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 - kwon ji-yong

Summary | You and Ji-yong have been dating for the past two weeks. And you had never been on a date until now.

Pairing | post-debut!ji-yong x fem!reader.

Genre | 2000s school era.

Warnings | Fluff, romantic.

Author's note | English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

You were a bundle of nerves. It was your first date with your first boyfriend, and even though things were just starting, deep down you hoped—with the innocent hope of someone who dreams quietly—that it would last forever. Your heart was pounding as you rummaged through your closet, unable to find anything that felt perfect. Nothing felt enough like you, yet you didn’t want to clash too much with Ji-yong either.

Your styles were from completely different worlds. He had that streetwear vibe—oversized clothes, tilted caps, chains. You, on the other hand, radiated a Y2K aesthetic full of colors, sparkles, and that nostalgic early-2000s flair. You were polar opposites, but that didn’t stop you.

With a long, resigned sigh, you threw on the first thing that caught your eye: a denim mini skirt with a pink leopard-print belt, matched with a top in the same pattern that slightly revealed the black lace of your bra. Over that, a denim jacket to balance things out. You finished the outfit with pastel pink kitten heels and a mini bag that looked like it was made from the same fabric as your top. Bold, flirty, and unmistakably you.

You did your makeup quickly but carefully—soft eyeliner, glossy lips, and a bit of blush that highlighted your hopeful expression. After one last glance in the mirror, you headed out to your date.

It didn’t take long to spot him. Ji-yong stood out even among the bustling crowd in downtown Seoul. But what really caught your attention wasn’t him—it was the scene around him: several girls your age clustered near, asking for autographs and, of course, taking their chance to flirt shamelessly.

You frowned, unable to hide your jealousy. With a dramatic flair, you pulled out your leopard-framed sunglasses and slid them on with all the attitude of a diva. You walked toward him confidently, like the whole world was your runway. You knew this came with his recent debut in the K-pop group—photos, fans, attention... but it still got to you. Not because you didn’t trust him, but because of the way those girls approached him with fake smiles and eyes full of intentions.

“Ji-ji!” you called out playfully, a radiant smile lighting up your face—the one you knew he loved.

He turned around instantly at the sound of your voice, as if his ears were trained to recognize it. He quickly apologized to the fans and made his way over to you, fast, like just seeing you grounded him again.

The girls’ gazes shifted instantly—from dreamy admiration to pure jealousy. You smiled in triumph, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him without hesitation. It wasn’t just affection—it was a subtle claim. The eyes behind you burned.

“Wow, what was that?” he chuckled nervously, still surprised.

“What?” you feigned innocence, taking your sunglasses off with elegance. “I can’t kiss my boyfriend? Or is it that you don’t want them to know you have a girlfriend... or worse, that it’s me?”

You pulled away dramatically, crossing your arms like you were in the middle of a soap opera. Ji-yong rolled his eyes fondly and stepped in, grabbing you by the waist.

“Oh, come on. You know that’s not it. You just caught me off guard, baby.”

And before you could reply, he kissed you back. This time, deeper, more sincere.

Your cheeks flushed instantly. You peeked with one eye and saw the fans walking off, clearly annoyed. You smiled mid-kiss, satisfied.

“Knew it... you got jealous, didn’t you?” he teased as he pulled away, that playful glint in his eyes.

“Of course I did. Just because you’re famous now doesn’t mean you’re single to the rest of the world,” you replied, gently pinching his cheeks.

He looked at you like you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen and planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. Your heart skipped a beat, and you blushed again.

“Come on, baby. Let’s make this date unforgettable.” he said, lacing his fingers with yours.

You’d arranged to meet in the heart of Seoul, where Saturday mornings filled the streets with food stalls, clothes, accessories, and that vibrant city energy only Seoul could give. The whole day was yours.

“Oh, look, Y/n!” Ji-yong called.

You were busy looking at some jewelry at a cute little stall, but turned around when he called you. He was holding an adorable plush toy—a mix between a chick and a bunny. Its little body was yellow, with long floppy bunny ears, an orange beak, and stubby legs. It was ridiculously cute.

“It’s so cute!” you squealed, hands flailing with excitement. You snatched the plushie from his hands with a giggle and hugged it tightly like it was a treasure.

Ji-yong couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were smiling in a way that left him speechless. Your blonde hair danced in the breeze, your lips curved sweetly, and your laughter was music to him.

“It’s for you,” he said suddenly.

You stopped. Blinked.

“What?”

“I’m giving it to you,” he repeated calmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“B-but, Ji-ji…” you stammered. You didn’t want him spending money on you. Not out of pride, but because you didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything.

As if reading your thoughts, he shook his head and gently brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“You don’t have to give me anything back. Your smile is worth more than any plush toy in the world.”

Your cheeks turned bright red—you looked like you might burst from the embarrassment. Like a little tomato about to explode. Ji-yong loved it. He smiled, utterly smitten by you. Every minute with you made him fall harder.

You had no choice but to accept the gift, even if you pretended to be reluctant. But inside, you were overjoyed. And even though you tried to act casual, you couldn’t help but pet the plush with affection. It was Ji-yong’s first gift to you, and you’d treasure it forever.

“How about we get some ice cream? Then we can keep walking through the stalls,” he suggested, gently intertwining his left hand with yours, while holding the plush in the other.

“Yes!” you beamed, hugging his arm. “I need something cold with this heat!”

“Are you sure you’re hot?” he teased with a raised brow and a smirk. “Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing in that mini skirt, but if I were you, I’d be a little cold…”

“I can handle a few more degrees than you, babe. Don’t worry about me.” You winked at him, amused. “You’re the one who looks all tired and sweaty. You’re worse than me… though still very cute.”

Ji-yong chuckled under his breath, guiding you toward a nearby ice cream shop.

You didn’t have to walk far. The shop was right next to the Cheonggyecheon River, which gave you the perfect excuse for a stroll afterward, hand-in-hand with your ice cream and each other.

“What flavor do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, giving you one of those smiles that melted you faster than the summer sun.

“Hmm… vanilla and strawberry,” you answered without much thought.

“One vanilla-strawberry and one green tea, please,” Ji-yong told the vendor, never letting go of your hand.

Minutes later, you both had your ice creams. Ji-yong reluctantly let go of your hand to hold his, but that didn’t stop you—still hugging the plush against your side, you reached for his free hand and intertwined your fingers again. Like letting go completely wasn’t an option.

You walked together in a comfortable silence until you reached the river. The sound of flowing water and the soft breeze created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like Seoul had paused just for the two of you.

You sat by the edge, close enough for the current to almost touch your shoes. The ground was cool, the sun gentle, and everything moved at a slow, peaceful rhythm, like the world was giving you space to just be.

Without a word, you rested your head on Ji-yong’s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh—the kind that doesn’t weigh you down, but lifts you up. As you savored your favorite flavor, you felt his body relax beside you, his fingers gently caressing the back of your hand with quiet affection.

Time passed slowly—but perfectly.

“I wish this would never end…” he whispered suddenly, his voice barely a breath, as if afraid to shatter the magic of the moment.

Your heart skipped. You didn’t need to think.

“Me too…” you whispered back, pure honesty in your voice.

You looked up and found him already watching you. His eyes sparkled—not from the city lights reflected in the water, but from something deeper: emotion, affection, a quiet happiness that felt real.

You both smiled—and in that smile was everything. The budding love, the growing connection, the promise of an “us” that was just beginning but already felt special.

There, by the riverside, between the murmur of the water and the sweetness of your ice cream, your first date became an unforgettable memory.

[natalicss]

Like We Were In Paris II

kwon ji-yong x american pop star!reader

part one

summary: you and ji-yong have been dating for a couple years, and you’ve kept under the radar this entire time. after the gala de pièces juanes, you two attend the chanel spring-summer 2025 haute contour show. however, the two of you are starting to get tired of keeping your relationship a secret.

warnings: not proofread AT ALL! i’m way too lazy for that, sorry. celeb!reader, implied age gap (reader is mid-twenties), lots of fluff, lil bit of angst, use of y/n, i still don’t know how to use this app i feel like an elderly man using a cell phone.

word count: 4.9K

nat’s notes: hey y’all! i came back for part two AS PROMISED! this was actually very hard for me to write as i kept changing my mind about how i wanted this to go. so im sorry in advance if its not all that great LMAO. i do wanna write a lil more about american pop star reader & jiyong, maybe i’ll do some sort of head canons about them, or some stuff about their relationship early on. i’m not sure. i also tagged the people who asked to be & i will try to keep tagging people in the future (if they wanna be). anywhore, i hope that you guys enjoy this, if you don’t…sorry<3 toodles!

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After the successful Gala Des Pièces Jaunes event, you had spent the next couple days in dressing rooms. You had been invited to Chanel’s Spring-Summer 2025 Haute Couture Show. You said yes, of course, having an affinity for fashion, and never turning down the chance to be near your long-term boyfriend. You and Ji-yong had been to a couple of the same fashion shows before. It was always easy to slip by with nobody noticing your connection. Oftentimes, you two were not seated remotely near each other and are far too busy with the peers around you to sneak away. 

But this last week felt particularly more difficult. Unlike in America or South Korea, where you knew the paparazzi and knew very well how to remain under the radar, the Paris press was more complicated. You and Ji-yong had to weave your way around in more secrecy than ever. Every method you could imagine. Some instances, the two of you would sneak through a back door and slide into cars to avoid the cameras. Other instances, the two of you would make separate nonchalant appearances. Ji-yong would leave the hotel first, shy and polite as he waved and greeted the people around him as he’d slip into a car and drive off to his next location. You, wearing designer clothes and sunglasses as you walked out with a big smile and a more confident approach. You’d get in your own car, sliding into the back with your security with a huff. Within moments, you’d open your phone to shoot a text to your lover. 

Y/N

i didnt get to say it before you left, but you look handsome today<3

You knew it’d only be a moment before he responded. 

Ji<3

Thank you, Aein, you look beautiful!

You and Ji-yong hated that you couldn’t spend this Paris trip together more. After all, you two had all of the same events, same meetings, same friends to visit, and yet you couldn’t be by his side at any of it, not in public. Part of you didn’t mind, used to the routine, but part of you was starting to grow tired. It wasn’t like two years ago, when you first started dating. At that time, Ji-yong was still on hiatus, you were working on your fourth album, and everything had to be a secret. Secret vacations, secret visits, secret dinner dates where the two of you wore silly disguises. You were good sports, making a game out of it and playing ridiculous characters to see who cracked first. But that was two years ago. He was back in the spotlight again, you had released your fifth album a few weeks ago, he was releasing his own work. You two were confident in your relationship, everyone was. What was holding you back?

There was no black and white answer. On one hand, now was the perfect time to announce to the world that their rumors of you dating a random Hollywood actor were all false. On the other hand, were you so willing to give up that last piece of privacy you did have? You weren’t worried about the hate on either side, despite knowing how fans often get if they don’t approve of their favorite celebrities' relationship. 

You had been in a public relationship way before Ji-yong. It was years ago, back when you were still new to the world of fame and glamour. Every corner you turned, the cameras flashing, the wave of hate you’d received, the amount of gossip around every song you released being about them or not, their interviews for their movies always being about you. Your careers had been forced to blend due to the way people reacted. The world had taken your last relationship by storm and had seemingly strangled it with their love and adoration. The lack of privacy, individuality, and respect for the two of you had been what led to you and your last partners split. It took the two of you years before the media finally stopped associating everything either of you did together. So, understandably, part of you was worried about that happening again.

You thought about all of this as you and Ji-yong were getting ready for the day. You both had things to attend to, tomorrow being the fashion show. One last fitting, one last meeting with your teams. You were styling your hair as Ji-yong had finished getting dressed, the agreement for him to leave the hotel first still agreed on. He looked at you, and you could see the way his eyes softened as he observed your eyes. He knew everything about you, down to the way your face looked when you were deep in thought, perhaps about to drown yourself with your ability to overthink.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, speaking in Korean first as he approached. You didn’t say anything, busy running your fingers through your hair as he quietly stepped next to you. He met your eyes in the mirror, his lips curling. “There she is.” You blushed at his words, putting your hands down as you finally turned your body to face him. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He asks, reaching up to adjust your hair framing your face.

You didn’t know where to start. You and Ji-yong had talked about this a million times before. You two had always agreed to keep things the way they are. You weren’t sure if he was ready to change that. As he watched you get lost in your thoughts again, he tilted his head to meet your gaze. Your eyes were glossy, not all there as you already started mapping out every way the conversation could go, preparing yourself for every out come.

“Jagiya, you’re worrying me,” 

You blink. It takes you a second to come back to the present, taking a deep breath as you try to explain the heavy complicated feelings in your heart. “I’ve been thinking, through this whole trip,” You subconsciously reach for his hands, looking for comfort and something to anchor you down. He lets you, his thumb running along your skin in soothing patterns. “I don’t know how much longer I want to keep us a secret.” You blurt, staring at your connected hands rather than his eyes. You were too worried about what you might find. 

There’s a beat of silence. Then another. Your heart twists in anxiety, but you don’t dare to look up. Ji-yong’s breathing changes, only the slightest bit, but you notice. He stops his thumb from tracing its delicate patterns, instead letting it tap against your skin. You feel guilty. You both had so much to do today, this conversation could have waited til tonight, after the show tomorrow, or at just about any other time. You weren’t sure, but you knew this wasn’t it.

Ji-yong adjusts his posture, pulling one hand away from yours, only to bring it to your face. With the gentlest touch, he lifts your head so you finally see his eyes. They’re not angry, or frustrated, or even remotely annoyed. Instead, they’re as soft and warm as they’d always been, making your heart flutter the slightest bit. To be honest, Ji-yong had thought about this too. He’d admitted before that going public worried him. He was a celebrity, and that immediately brings its own multitudes of hardships. He knew that he’d keep any and all relationships a secret, unless the person he was with said otherwise. You had come into his life, unexpectedly, and changed his entire world in the best ways he could imagine. And here you were, the person he knew was the love of his life, staring back at him with sadness because of that very sentiment. 

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been feeling it too. He wanted to hold your hand down the streets of Paris, the two of you pointing out different things you loved about it, sharing kisses under streetlights. That night at the Gala, he had wanted to kiss you as soon as he was off the stage. And when you were finished performing? He wanted to part the crowd and sweep you into his arms, like he did at your own tours. But he’d been worried, worried about what people might say to you or about you. He knew how harsh they got. He knew you could handle it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to put you in that position unless you were ready.

His hand, which caresses your face with a certain level of sincerity you only ever felt from him, was soft and moved gently. He smiled, a soft gentle one that made you feel more at ease as you realized he wasn’t mad at you in any way. “It hasn’t been easy, has it?” He asks you, raising a brow. You only shake your head, lips pursed into a line. He studies your features like you’re a work of art (cause you are). “I miss every second I’m not with you. All I can think about is where you might be. If you’re smiling. If you’re anxious. If you’re laughing. If you’re thinking about me, too.” He leans in close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And then you text me, and all I can think about is how lucky I am to be with you, and how mad I am that you’re not next to me.” You nod in understanding. You’d always felt that way about him, to the point it made your heart clench.

“I love you,”

“I love you more.”

You’re blushing wildly as he kisses your lips softly. Your feelings for him being translated into simple intimate touches. You’d never experienced something like Ji-yong before. You never wanted to let that go.

When he pulls away, he’s reaching for your jacket hanging off the back of a chair. You smile at him, memorizing his face like you’d done a million times before. You slide your arms into the jacket, letting your boyfriend adjust your outfit slightly. He focuses on your hair, bringing it out form under it and framing your face. Everytime his fingers brush your skin it leaves faint tingles in their wake.

“Why don’t we talk to everyone when we get home?” He suggests, looking back at you. Your eyes widen. You search his expression. “If you’re positive, then I’m with you.” 

You smiled wide. You couldn’t help it. “I’ve never been so sure of anything.” Your arms wrap around his neck, and he laughs softly as you start to kiss all over his face. “I want nothing more than to scream about how I’m dating G-Dragon.” He rolls his eyes playfully, still not used to you using his stage name after all this time. 

The rest of your days went smoothly. Both of you finishing up with your work, having dinner with friends, coming back to the hotel room to spend every possible moment together. Soft laughter as you each told stories from your pasts (many you’ve already told), legs tangled together under the sheets of your bed. Small intimate touches. Fingers tracing shapes on skin. Gentle kisses. Messy hair. If possible, your eyes were certainly heart shaped every moment you looked at him.

It was hard to hide it, even now, as you sit at the Chanel show. Both of you had arrived at different times, wearing extravagant outfits. You could feel his eyes on you as you posed for the cameras. He tried to keep his composure when he knew you were near by as he did interviews. Luckily for both of you, you’ve had years of practice. You held your head high with confidence, switching your energy from your usual softer self to the person you were on stage. America’s pop star. America’s princess. The way you posed yourself elegantly, batting your full lashes and gave your most sultry looks. How was Ji-yong supposed to not look? You were sitting in your seat, looking down at your phone as a text popped up.

Ji<3

You’re the most beautiful one here

You looked across the runway, your heart skipping a beat. He was already looking at you, a knowing shy smile on his face as he kept his phone in his hand. You smiled back at him, looking back at your phone.

Y/N

Says you<3 I love you

You put your phone in your lap, looking around some more. You felt lucky you had been to so many events, most of these people you already knew one way or another. It made small talk with the people next to you flow easily. Every now and again, you’d sneak a glance at your boyfriend, who was always staring at you like you were the show itself. It was hard to hide your blushed face, keep your voice from pitching when you talked to the other celebrities, and nearly impossible not to stare right back at him.

The show itself seemed to pass by with ease. You watched thoughtfully at every piece, making mental notes of things you particularly liked and wanted to mention to your assistant later. You’d lean over to your new friend of the night, whispering about different pieces and sharing your thoughts. You could see Ji-yong completely focused on the show, his eyes studying every model with intrigue. It was clear every piece that came out was being calculated into various looks. If he thought of something that worked, he’d raise his phone and take a quick photo. You smiled every time, excited to hear what he was thinking of later.

As the show came to an end, you were talking with your team as you felt someone graze past you. You looked up to see your familiar boyfriend, smiling at you fondly. You knew there were cameras everywhere, one minor slip leading to a whirlwind of chaos and news articles. The anxiety in your chest felt tight, but you kept your cool, straightening your posture and giving him a smile.

Ji-yong looked around, as if silently piecing together something. You followed his gaze, trying to see exactly what he was looking at. To you, there was nothing particularly interesting one way or another. Some fellow stars were talking, being interviewed, or just admiring the scene. Photographers were taking photos of guests, journalists asking people various questions. To you, it looked like every other fashion show even you’d been to. To Ji-yong, it looked like an opportunity. 

There were no words shared. His hand clasped around yours, and without thinking your fingers tightened around his. You blinked in surprise, looking ahead as Ji-yong started pulling you through the sea of people. You were wide-eyed as you looked around. Your teams hadn’t noticed you disappearing, but you knew that wouldn’t last long. But Ji-yong moved with purpose, walking through like this wasn’t strange or something other people should take a second glance at. You tried to mimic his confidence, but the butterflies in your stomach refused to simmer down.

In a quiet corner away from the cameras and the wandering eyes, Ji-yong finally came to a stop. You looked at him with a surprised expression. Your lipstick-painted lips parted slightly as you watched him look at you. He adjusted the tie around his neck, something he’d been doing the entire day. You looked behind you, worried who was watching, but a hand wrapping around your waist caught your attention.

His lips pressed against yours. Soft, passionate, and urgent. You squeaked in surprised against him, your hands landing on his chest as he pulled you further into the corner. Hidden away from your peers, from your teams, and from the layers of paparazzi. Your hands clutched tighter onto his jacket. His hands, which traced your body slowly, slowly lifted to grab your face with the most gentle touch. As he pulled away, you could only blink at him with big doe eyes.

“I couldn’t stand there and act like you weren’t the most beautiful thing here.” He whispers. 

The words caused your heart to do flips against your ribcage. His touch seemingly brought you back to earth, his thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone. “Says you, Monsieur G-Dragon,” You tease as you run your hands over the jacket again. This time, he’s the one trying to hide the way his cheeks blush. You looked at the bow tie with the flower on it, tilting your head as you reached up, slowly maneuvering the flower off. He looks down, blinking at it as you hold the flower in your hand, “Is that better?”

He reaches up, adjusting the tie again, and smiling softly. “Yes. Thank you.” He says finally. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know, the usual” You sigh dramatically, shrugging your shoulders. Ji-yong chuckles, nodding in understanding. “Got whisked away by a hot guy, can’t complain.”

Ji-yong raises a brow in amusement. “Is that what happened?” He asks. You look around. “What else would you call this?”

He steps closer, looking up in thought as he lets his arms wrap around your waist. His lips in a line as he tilts his head slightly. He narrows his eyes at you playfully. He didn’t have an answer. He rather liked the idea of whisking you away from the public eye. He did it often, though usually it was more hidden than this. You leaned into his touch, a natural instinct. The rest of the world seemed to drift away, even in moments like this. Only you and Ji-yong existed. Life was better with him. He knew you like the back of his hand. He knew how to make you laugh, how to calm your nerves, how to soothe your cries. He knew your favorite snacks, your order at your favorite coffee shop, and your favorite movies. The same could be said for you. You knew how to quiet his overwhelming thoughts, how to make him smile in stressful moments. You knew his favorite songs to play in the car. His favorite jewelry pieces to wear. You had his tells of when he was anxious or upset burned into your brain. And when one of you were around the other, everybody else melted into the background. Your love trumping anything else.

“We should probably get back out there,” You whisper. He hums in agreement, but neither of you make any move to leave. You lean closer into him, your head resting on his chest as his chin rested on top of your head. You knew it wouldn’t be long until the two of you were together again; a few hours at most. Lately, those hours felt like decades.

Ji-yong gave you another squeeze. “You go out first, jagiya,” He whispers. You pull away from his embrace, staring up at him. The way your glossy eyes sparkled up at him. It was like he could see every ounce of love for him you had, pouring out of you. He framed your face in his hands, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips. Reluctantly, you pulled away from his touch, looking back at him again as you walked away. He only smiled softly. Your heart yearned to stay in that corner with him forever, until your managers found you and ripped the two of you apart. You chewed the inside of your cheek, turning away from him completely as you looked for any sign of your team.

In the dark of your hotel room, you and Ji-yong were a tangled mess of bedsheets and limbs. The rest of the event blew by, you making some lame excuse to your team that you had gone to the bathroom, and Ji-yong telling his team that he was looking at some of the pieces again. You ended up having a romantic dinner together, talking about the event and the people you ran into. A quiet night with glasses of champagne and flirtatious glances.

But now, as the two of you were sleeping peacefully in your quiet room, your phones began to buzz. A violent series of notifications flooding both of your phones. You begin to stir first, rolling over slowly, pulling Ji-yongs arms off of you as you reached for your cellphone. A series of calls, texts, emails, all from your manager, publicist, assistant, even friends of yours. You blinked a few times, your eyes squinting at the bright screen as you opened up a text from your closest friend. A news article.

Unexpected Couple! Musician Y/N L/N Seen With K-Pop Idol G-Dragon at Chanel Fashion Show

You felt your heart plummet into your stomach. No, no, no. You had been so careful for so long. You scroll, your breath escaping you as you look at a photo of you and Ji-yong. His hands on your face, his lips on yours. Another photo of you looking up at him like he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen (he was, to be fair). For a moment, you just stared blankly. Your thoughts struggle to catch up as your body seems to react for you. Nausea came over you. The room suddenly felt too small. The words on the screen burned into your eyes.

You looked at the top of your phone, seeing another phone call from your manager coming in. You ignore it, reaching over to your boyfriend and shaking him. “Ji?” You whisper. When he doesn’t immediately respond, your eyes begin to water. The anxiety, the fear, the stress catching up to you. It crawls up your spine like some sort of ugly clawed fingers reaching for your throat. You shake him again, a little more harsh as you croak. “Ji-yong.”

His eyes shot open. He flinches awake, looking around the room in a momentary panic before looking at you. First, he relaxes, realizing it’s just you. Then, his tired eyes take in yours. The tears threatening to spill over, your shaking frame, your heavy breathing. He sits up now, looking you over in concern. “Aein…? What’s wrong?” As he wakes up, he hears his phone. He turns to look at it, but the whimper from your lips stops him. Slowly, you hand your phone over. Ji-yong looks at you in confusion, but takes it and looks down.

Oh. 

Oh.

What was once a comforting silence now felt cold. The incessant vibrations of his phone on the nightstand made your ears ring. You crawled out of bed, wearing one of Ji-yong’s shirts as pajamas. You paced the carpeted floor, running your hands through your hair. Ji-yong remained silent. He read the article. Then he reread it. Then he read it again. He looked at the photos over and over. The title. The numerous texts you were getting. For a moment, he didn’t know how to react. He sat in the bed, dumbstruck. 

On one hand, part of him wanted to be relieved. The secret was out, and there was no reason to hide his love for you anymore. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be on your terms. Organized by your teams. Some staged paparazzi sighting, or maybe a hard launch on your social medias. He wasn’t sure. The two of you never discussed it that far. Now there was no choice. All because he’d dragged you into his embrace in secret. A selfish moment, now on the cover of multiple articles.

Slowly, he put your phone down, putting it on silent before reaching for his own. He winced at the number of texts he was getting, reaching triple digits. He even saw texts from Taeyang and Daesung, two of the few people who knew about your relationship. But he didn’t answer anyone, turning his own phone off so he could set his attention on your pacing figure. “Jagiya,” He pulls himself out of bed, approaching you with soft eyes. You keep pacing, shaking your head as you try to sort your racing thoughts. “Jagiya, look at me,” He reaches for your hands, pulling you to face him completely. His heart ached as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your eyes wide with fear and worry. You wanted to go public. But not like this. You’d done so well at keeping your life private, and now it felt like it had been stripped away from you before you could even do it yourself. “I’m so sorry,” 

His words caught you off guard. There’s a heartbeat of silence as you look at him. Your brows crinkle together as you look at him. His sad, anxious expression as he guiltily looks away. “What?” You whisper, a moment of clarity through your emotional storm.

Ji-yong swallows, looking around the room as he holds your hands tightly. Your touch being the only thing grounding him to this moment. “If we hadn’t, if I hadn’t pulled you away, they wouldn’t have seen anything.” He explains. Your eyes dance over his face as you let what he’s saying register. You shake your head. “Ji,” You coo, reaching forward to push his mint hair out of his face. He looks at you, eyes sad and guilty. “It’s not your fault. We knew that there was a risk. Since day one.” You remind him. You were right. Since you started dating two years ago, there was always the possibility the media would find out about the two of you. Both of you are major stars, with public lives (to some degree). “I just, I can’t believe it got leaked at a Chanel show.”

Ji-yong is quiet for a moment, looking over at you. “The photos are cute.” He says. You look at him in surprise. You think about the photos, how oddly scenic they were, how the photographer had captured a genuinely sweet and beautiful moment. You couldn’t help but laugh, wiping at your tears. Ji-yong cracks a smile, though the worry in his eyes still evident. Not worried for himself, no, but worry for you.

“Our managers are going to kill us.” You say, your voice weak from crying and still being tired. Ji-yong nods his head. “What are we going to do?”

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “What do you want to do?” He asks you. Naturally, the two of you drift towards each other. Your arms wrap around each others frames, Your face tucked into his neck as you close your eyes. His grip on you tight, still gentle, and protective. His fingers rake through your hair as he waits. No rush for you to answer. No rush to figure out the rest of the world. He lets you simmer in his touch, your mind still racing. 

You clutch onto him, not moving away from him as you start to talk. “I want you. That’s it. I want to be able to be with you. I’m not ashamed of being with you, Ji. I’m proud. So proud of you, being with you. I love you.” You feel his arms tighten around you. Slowly, you lift your head and look into his eyes. Now, they were glassy. 

Ji-yong blinks away the pending tears as he sniffles. “You’re the love of my life, Y/N,” He whispers, reaching up to push your hair out of your face. You lean into his touch. “I will never be afraid to say that.” 

You lean closer, kissing him softly. Your heart still pounding against your chest, your mind still a storm of fear and worry for what wrath you’d face from the media, but it didn’t matter. Not in the long run. You had Ji-yong. You loved Ji-yong more than you could ever explain to him or anyone else. And you knew that the two of you would figure it out together. You’d figure out everything together.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, looking at your phones on the bed. This was it. No more secret rendezvous. No more sneaking around. No more lying in interviews about your relationship status. Everybody knows now. There was no hiding from it now.

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the way he loved. You nod your head. “I’m ready,” You assure him.

And by the time the two of you would be leaving Paris, on your way back to Seoul, the entire world knew the secret you’d been keeping to yourselves. And in the early morning as you rushed out of your hotel with your security guards, you two didn’t hide from the paparazzi. Ji-yong walked with you, hand-in-hand, as you walked towards your car. The shouts of fans and cameras catch your attention. You smile and wave, blushing wildly as you realize this was real. 

Ji-yong stands up straighter, his hand tightening in yours as he pulls you close. His hand releases yours, only to wrap around your waist tightly as he leads you forward. Ji-yong opens the door for you, despite the security guard reaching for it. Fans scream in awe, and you lean over quickly to press a kiss on his cheek. A weight you didn’t know was there, suddenly lifted. You beamed as Ji-yong slid into the seat next to you. His expression matched yours. Filled with love, excitement, a certain fondness and admiration. “Au revoir, Paris,” Ji-yong muttered as the car started to move. You giggled, leaning into him as you looked around the streets.

“Taeyang and Daesung will never let us hear the end of this.” You muttered, playing with Ji-yong's fingers absentmindedly. A gentle groan comes from Ji-yong, causing you to laugh again. An infinite amount of teasing and playful jokes awaited the two of you back home. Along with a million questions from friends, coworkers, the media, and who knows who else. But you were okay with that. It hadn’t been completely on your terms, but it was yours. Ji-yong was yours.

And if nothing else, it made your stories about Paris far more entertaining.