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cupidsonly · 16 days ago

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HES A NEEEEED

talk that talk

summary: when the hate from fans gets too much, your secret boyfriend takes it into his own hands

*part of the only girl series

The bright overhead lights cut through the warehouse-turned-set.

The space was buzzing with the usual music video shooting chaos - stylists sprinting around with last-minute touch-ups, PAs shouting over the heavy bass line of the track, and the director fussing over camera angles.

You sat in the far corner, hands gripping the edges of your seat a little too tightly, trying not to let your nerves show.

You’d filmed music videos before - plenty, actually - but this felt different.

Because it was his.

And it wasn’t just a cameo.

You were the lead.

The romantic lead.

The moment the teaser for Good Day had dropped, the rumours started. Whispers about you and Jiyong became endless - stolen glances at events, a suspiciously familiar hoodie you were spotted in, his blatant engagement with your social media posts.

And now?

Now, at his insistence, you were cast as the woman he couldn’t take his hands off of in his latest music video. You might as well have been drawing neon hearts around your heads.

A warm hand suddenly squeezed your shoulder, dragging you back to reality.

“You good?”

You looked up to find Jiyong, dressed in his loose, low-slung pants and a fitted jumper. His hair was freshly washed and floppy, falling into his eyes in messy, peach strands. He crouched next to your chair, close enough that you could smell his cologne - something dark and musky with a faint trace of cigarettes clinging to his skin.

You forced a smile. “Yeah. Just… hoping no one freaks out when they see this.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “Freak out? You think I didn’t want people to talk?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but teasing. Full of mischief.

You narrowed your eyes. “Ji…”

He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing over your knee lightly, like he was testing how far he could push without anyone noticing.

The crew was busy. No one was looking.

“I know, I know, we have to wait,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin. “But that doesn't mean it can't be fun. Right?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You should’ve shoved him away - or at least rolled your eyes at his cocky little smirk - but the warmth pooling in your chest made it impossible.

Instead, you held his gaze and threw back, “Only if you can keep up.”

He blinked once. Then, slowly, that lazy grin of his curved wider, full of heat and something far more dangerous.

“Watch me.” he challenged, just as the director called for the next set-up.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The music started. The heavy beat pulsed through the floor, reverberating through your chest.

You barely had time to get into position before he was on you - moving in that fluid, unmistakable way that only he could.

His movements were sharp and deliberate but deceptively effortless, like he was barely even trying.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, focusing on the steps.

Don’t mess up. Don’t overthink it.

But then his hands slid over your waist, fingertips dragging slowly as he guided you into him. His grip was firm but measured, lingering just long enough to feel like it wasn’t purely for the choreography.

Jiyong wasn’t playing.

He was showing them.

This wasn't just acting.

His jaw ticked when your hand slid over his shoulder, circling him as his burning gaze followed your movements.

When the scene cut, you stayed there a moment too long. His hands lingered on you, fingers splayed low on your back as though he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

It wasn’t until the director called cut again - this time sharper - that you snapped out of it, pulling back quickly. You didn’t look at him as you bowed when the production crew applauded, cheeks flushing hot.

You then thanked Jiyong with a shallow bow but he just laughed and stepped closer, pulling you into a warm hug instead. Your feet raised from the ground slightly as he squeezed you into his embrace.

"You did so good. Everybody say thank you to y/n!" he shouted even as they cheered anyway. He put you down and you laughed, pushing away with a stumble, hurrying out of the spotlight.

But you felt his eyes on you. The entire time.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You slipped into your dressing room, pulling the door shut behind you with a tired sigh.

The adrenaline was still faintly buzzing under your skin, making your hands feel a little too shaky as you unzipped the fitted top from the sequence and let it slide off your shoulders.

The faint, rhythmic thud of bass still vibrated faintly through the walls, the crew moving onto the next set outside.

You were halfway through tugging on a soft, oversized sweatshirt when you suddenly felt warm hands sliding around your waist from behind.

A soft gasp escaped you just before his lips pressed against the back of your neck, the kiss slow and lingering.

“My beautiful girl,” His voice was low and still slightly rough from the shoot, the edges of his words breathless and unpolished.

You stilled, lips parting faintly at the sudden warmth of his mouth against your skin. But you didn’t pull away.

Instead, you exhaled softly and relaxed into the familiar weight of his arms, letting him pull you back against his chest.

He hummed against your neck, his lips trailing lightly along the curve of your shoulder, playful and teasing.

“Mmm. You taste like flowers,” he murmured, his voice half-laughing. Light. Teasing. Clearly still in a good mood.

You let out a breathy chuckle, your head falling back against his shoulder as he pressed a grin into the crook of your neck. “It's my new perfume.”

“Mm. I see, so it's bad for me to taste,” he mused teasingly. Then, with a smirk in his voice, he added, “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop.”

You were about to make a comeback in return, but the words evaporated when he slowly turned you in his arms, guiding you to face him.

His hands slid deliberately along your hips, keeping you close, his eyes still bright and hazy with post-shoot adrenaline.

For a moment, he just stared at you. Unapologetically. Taking you in.

His eyes softened slightly, warm with something sweeter now, and then without a word, he leaned in and kissed you.

Softly, at first.

Just a lingering brush of his lips over yours. Sweet and unhurried.

But when your hands found their way up his chest, his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, his mouth moving against yours with more weight, more heat, like he was trying to drink you in.

You exhaled softly through your nose, fingers curling in the hem of his shirt as he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss again, almost lazily, as though he had no intention of pulling away anytime soon.

You were breathless when he finally leaned back, but his face remained close, his lips brushing faintly over yours as he murmured, “You have no idea how good you were today.”

You felt your cheeks warm, embarrassed by the praise but unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “I think you’ve already said that.”

He grinned, his arms tightening around you, the smile still bright and wide with that post-shoot euphoria. “Yeah? Get used to it.”

His eyes glimmered with so much warmth, so much ease, and he looked so genuinely happy - relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time. It was the kind of mood where he felt unstoppable, where everything felt easy and right.

And then, casually - almost too casually - he said, “Come to dinner with us.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in tone.

“What?”

He smiled wider, bright and boyish, clearly riding the high from the shoot. “Dinner. With the crew. I’m treating them.” His hands slid along your waist, slow and easy, still holding you close. “You’re coming, right? No one will question it.”

You exhaled softly, a small, guilty smile tugging at your lips as you shook your head. “I can’t.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean you can’t?”

You gently pried yourself from his hold, moving toward the vanity to gather your things. You didn’t catch the way his smile faltered slightly, the playful gleam in his eyes dimming just a touch.

You grabbed your bag. “I have rehearsal.”

He blinked, frowning slightly. “Rehearsal?”

You nodded distractedly. “Yeah. My group’s doing a mini reunion performance next week for our new Dior scent launch.”

Hesitantly, you pulled out the little perfume bottle from your bag, flashing it at him. This was your first big promotion with a designer brand.

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Jiyong took the bottle into his own hands, turning it over carefully, analysing every detail.

And then he grinned so wide it made your chest ache, like you’d just told him you were winning an award or selling out an arena.

“Wait - what?!” His eyes lit up, genuinely elated, and he grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward him again. “Baby this is amazing! You never mentioned it."

You let out a surprised laugh at his unfiltered excitement, biting your lip as you nodded, taking the perfume back and putting it away again. “Yeah. Well it happened so quickly and I didn't think it was such a big deal...”

A big deal to him.

Your boyfriend was a global super star. He had numerous brands requesting to work with him all the time. He'd even suggested setting you up with Chanel, but you had quickly declined the offer.

You knew exactly what people would say if you said yes.

And you wanted to show them that you worked hard for everything you put out, even when Jiyong could have you working for the biggest designers with a simple phone call.

“Jagiya,” He shook his head, his hands tightening slightly around your waist, his eyes practically sparkling. “You should have said. When is it?”

You felt yourself flush slightly, looking down. “Next week. But I know you’re very busy so - ”

“Are you kidding?” He shook his head quickly, his grip on you tightening slightly. “I'll clear my schedule.”

The words made your stomach flip slightly, but before you could respond, he added, “I’m coming.”

Your heart stuttered.

You blinked, pulling back slightly. “What?”

He smiled, so bright and easy, as though he were stating the obvious. “To the show. I’m coming. I want to be there.”

You stared at him, your stomach twisting slightly with hesitation. “Ji, I-I don't know - ”

He scoffed lightly, clearly brushing off your resistance. “Come on. You think I’m gonna miss you performing?" His grin widened, eyes still glimmering with that carefree, post-shoot glow. “Let me be there, as your supportive boyfriend.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, the warmth in your chest slowly being replaced by a dull weight.

The only problem with his statement, was that no one else could know he was your 'supportive boyfriend' - as decreed by his management.

And not to mention the hate you received anytime your name was associated with his.

“Ji…” You exhaled slowly, your voice dropping slightly. “You know what’ll happen if you come.”

His smile faltered slightly, the brightness dimming ever so faintly.

You lowered your eyes, your fingers curling into the strap of your bag. “And then it won’t be about the Dior collaboration. Or the group reunion. It’ll just be about us.”

For a beat, his hands remained still on your waist, his grip faintly tightening.

Then, his jaw clenched slightly, the light in his eyes narrowing just a fraction.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice low. Not angry. But firm. “So let them talk.”

You glanced at him. “But it’s not just about me, Jiyong. It’s about them too. My members. It’s not fair to them if the press turns the whole thing into some dating scandal.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, eyes searching yours.

And then - stubbornly, insistently - he leaned in, brushing his lips against your cheek, trailing them along your jaw as he whispered softly, “I’ll be invisible. I’ll sit in the back. No one will even know I’m there. Except you.”

You exhaled sharply, your breath stuttering slightly.

But when he kissed you again - slow and lingering - the tension didn’t ease.

Because even as you finally nodded, reluctantly giving in, you knew it didn’t mean your unease was going to disappear.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The entire venue was humming with anticipation.

Backstage the faint scent of hairspray and perfume clung thickly to the air.

You sat at the vanity in the dressing room, fingers tapping your thighs, willing them to stop trembling as your stylist made the final adjustments to your hair.

Your reflection stared back at you - poised and polished, all glittering eyeshadow and pristine makeup, every strand of hair perfectly in place. But beneath the glamorous exterior, your pulse was pounding violently in your throat.

You forced your eyes down to your phone, staring at the screen, pretending to scroll through the dozens of good luck texts from friends and industry peers.

But really, you were stalling.

Because you knew if you looked up, your eyes would automatically drift toward the far corner of the dressing room, where he was leaning against the wall, watching you.

You could feel his eyes on you. You didn’t even have to look.

You had worried about him attending. You had made that perfectly clear.

And yet, here he was - as subtle and low-key as the sun.

No disguise. No hidden entrance. Just him.

Still, he was at least making a vague effort to be discreet - silently leaning back against the wall with his arms casually crossed over his chest, his hat tugged low over his bright hair, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, as though that was enough to make him blend in.

But it wasn’t.

It could never be.

Not when he was G-Dragon.

Not when half the staff members kept sneaking glances at him as they passed by, whispering behind their hands the second they turned the corner.

Not when your members kept exchanging knowing looks, barely suppressing their smirks.

And definitely not when you couldn’t stop looking at him, no matter how hard you tried to stay focused.

You glanced up briefly, your eyes catching his in the mirror.

He didn’t look away.

He smirked slightly - the faintest curve of his lips - clearly enjoying how unsettled you were by his presence.

Your stomach tightened.

You quickly tore your eyes away, forcing yourself to focus on your reflection, but you could still feel his eyes on you. You were sure of it.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, trying to steady your breath. You needed to focus.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught the way he pushed off the wall.

Your pulse jumped slightly.

You didn’t look at him. You didn’t have to. You could feel him crossing the room.

And then, suddenly, he was behind you.

You stilled.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then, slowly, he leaned down behind you, resting his hands lightly on the chair's arms on either side of you, caging you in.

Your breath caught faintly as you felt his mouth brush against your ear, low and teasing.

“You’re staring at your phone like you’re nervous,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing your skin. “Stage fright?”

You exhaled softly, your throat tightening, but you kept your eyes on your reflection, refusing to turn your head. “No,” you lied softly.

He hummed lowly in amusement. You felt him press closer, his breath warm against your cheek, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Liar.”

You glanced at his reflection in the mirror, your eyes narrowing faintly in warning.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” you muttered quietly, barely moving your lips.

He smiled faintly against your skin. Completely unbothered.

“Mm,” he hummed noncommittally, clearly not planning on leaving anytime soon.

You caught the wicked glimmer in his eyes, the slight curve of his mouth, and knew he was enjoying this.

He was enjoying making you squirm.

You were about to tell him to leave when you suddenly felt his lips press lightly against your jaw - brief, featherlight, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Jagiya.” His voice dropped slightly, a soft murmur against your skin, and you felt your throat tighten. “You’re gonna be incredible.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening.

And when you finally turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes in the mirror, you could see it - the unguarded admiration there, unmistakable and unwavering.

You sighed and nodded with a tight smile.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The energy in the venue was thrumming like a heartbeat, the humble crowd’s cheering as you moved through the final chorus.

The stage lights were blinding, painting the room of faces before you in a golden haze, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it - the adrenaline, the flashing cameras.

You smiled breathlessly at your members as you spun in sync, catching the glimmer of their eyes sparkling with pride as the performance reached its peak.

And for a moment, it felt perfect.

Effortless.

Until the crowd suddenly screamed louder, their cheers spiking sharply, shrill enough that it made your stomach jolt slightly with confusion.

Your brow furrowed faintly.

Why were they screaming like that?

And then you saw it.

On the screen behind you.

Your heart stumbled violently in your chest.

Because there he was.

Jiyong.

Smack in the middle of the crowd, grinning wildly, his eyes slightly unfocused, his cheeks flushed with the telltale haze of alcohol. He held up his phone, flash on, filming the performance.

When he noticed that the camera had panned onto him, he smirked mischievously at the lens - the kind of playful, cocky grin that made your stomach flip involuntarily.

And then - to your absolute horror - he started dancing.

Arms in the air, swaying slightly offbeat, all loose-limbed and tipsy, completely unbothered by the hundreds of eyes on him.

You almost stumbled over your next step, your eyes flicking sharply to the massive screen, disbelieving.

Because of course they had chosen to focus on him.

Of course GDragon had to oblige the camera's demand for his attention.

And of course he had to look so damn charming doing it, with his lazy, boyish grin and half-lidded eyes, making the entire crowd swoon over how endearingly drunk and carefree he looked.

The screams doubled, cameras flashing wildly as people rushed to capture the moment.

You caught your members’ brief, stunned glances, their wide eyes barely suppressing their laughter as they realized what was happening.

But you didn’t laugh.

Instead, your stomach twisted sharply, your throat tightening as the reality of it sank in.

Because suddenly, it wasn’t just your Dior launch anymore.

It wasn’t a performance with your group.

It was you and him - again.

And you knew, the second you stepped off the stage, that everything was going to explode. The anxiety seeped into you.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The moment the performance ended, you were ushered backstage by a wave of congratulatory staff members and crew.

The atmosphere was one of celebration - everyone laughing, grinning, exchanging high-fives and hugs as they buzzed over the flawless execution of the show.

You stood slightly off to the side, still catching your breath, fidgeting faintly with your in-ear monitors as your members approached you, beaming.

“That was so much fun,” one of them grinned, sliding an arm around your shoulder. “God, I missed this.”

You smiled faintly, trying to match their energy, but the gnawing weight in your stomach kept you from fully relaxing.

And then, another member nudged your side, lowering her voice slightly.

“By the way…” She smirked faintly, her tone teasing. “That was sweet of Jiyong.”

You blinked sharply, your chest tightening.

You turned toward her slightly, feigning confusion.

She quirked a brow, smirking wider. “You know. Coming out to support you.”

You forced a weak smile, your throat tightening slightly. “Yeah,” you mumbled. “Really sweet.”

But your stomach was already churning.

And your fears were finally confirmed when you pulled your phone out of your bag.

#GDRAGONatDIOR was already trending.

You stared at the screen, your vision swimming slightly as you scrolled through the endless stream of photos and clips - all of him.

Jiyong dancing. Jiyong grinning at the camera. Jiyong knocking back his cup of rum.

And then, the comments. As expected, ever since your Good Day episode released.

Why is he there? Is she really using him to promote her event?

She’s SO desperate for clout it’s pathetic!!

i thought dior had standards smh

She’s going to ruin his reputation. I HATE HER ALREADY.

Your chest tightened.

You sank slightly against the wall, half-hiding behind a crowd of staff as you kept scrolling - despite knowing you shouldn’t.

Despite knowing it would only get worse.

And it did.

You barely noticed when Jiyong found you - walking over casually, still slightly buzzed and entirely unbothered. His grin was wide and loving.

"You were amazing baby!"

But the second he saw your expression, his smile dimmed faintly, his arms lowering. He glanced at your phone. He knew exactly what you were looking at, it was the same thing you had faced for months now.

A merciless attack.

Without saying a word, he reached for your wrist, guiding you away from the crowd.

You didn’t pull away.

You just let him lead you - your eyes still fixed on the screen in your hand.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The car was silent, aside from the occasional dull hum of traffic.

You sat in the back with him, staring blankly at your phone, your thumb absentmindedly scrolling through the endless stream of hateful comments.

He sat beside you, silent for the first time all night, hands resting on his thighs.

You could feel him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t say anything.

Not at first.

And then - quietly, almost cautiously - he finally murmured, “Hey… stop reading that.”

You didn’t look at him. You kept scrolling.

“y/n.” His voice was firmer now. A quiet warning. “Put your phone down.”

You ignored him, your throat tightening as the cruel words kept flashing across the screen.

And that was when he reached over, his fingers curling around your wrist.

He didn’t pull it away.

Just stilled your hand.

You blinked sharply, your vision blurring slightly.

You didn’t want to look at him.

But when he whispered your name again, soft and low, you couldn’t help it.

Your eyes slowly lifted, meeting his.

And you saw it there.

The flash of guilt.

Because he knew exactly why you partially blamed him, even when you knew it wasn't his fault.

His record label had told Jiyong to refrain from making public statements about any relationships until after his album release, for fear of upsetting fans.

And you had agreed blindly.

You hadn't known any better.

But now the hate was all you could see.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You were still wide awake hours later, despite the exhaustion.

You were lying in his bed, staring blankly at your phone, still caught in the spiral of scrolling. Jiyong had stepped onto the balcony to smoke, wanting one last nicotine rush before he fell into bed.

And then, suddenly, your phone buzzed.

A notification.

From him.

You blinked.

And then you saw it.

A new post, with your account tagged. From his main account.

It was a photo of you he'd taken from the performance.

Nothing subtle. Nothing hidden.

Just you.

Clear. Unmistakable.

No cryptic caption. No emojis.

Just six simple words:

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

ji dont fuck around about his girl ...

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#bigbang #kpop #gdragon #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #gdragon x reader #fic recs

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breakmeoffrecs · 24 days ago

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SPICY RECS🔥🔥🔥

*Noted with some of my favs included.

BIGBANG

TOP & THANOS (*Tease & Tonic, *Chase You, Eternity Loop) - @nerdydoll-com

TOP & Thanos - @berfgrimm

GD & TOP - @angel-writes-here

GD & TOP (*Play With Fire, *Southbound) - @gds-daisy

Cross My Heart & First Time (TOP and Jiyong) - @lovesiren

TOP & GD (few pieces) - @bettelaboure

TOP & Thanos (*Last Dance, *Greenlight) - @wcnderlnds

GD (*Dang, She That Good) - @makeitworse

TOP (*How it All Began) - @infinetlyforgotten

GD & TOP (Old) - @loveandturmoil87

BigBang (old smut) - @taegdcl1018

SQUID GAME

Thanos (so many, too many to list) - @luvfae

Salesman (*Your Girl) - @dyingswanpavlova

Salesman (*BF's Dad) - @moonlitsmile

Cumpounding Debt (*Salesman) - @i-mushi

Dirty Headcanons - @fear-is-truth

Smutty Squid Games - @dollivication

Thanos (*Sweet n Sour) - @makeitworse

Salesman & In-Ho - @greengoblinswifey

Thanos (Smut & PLinks) - @luvsthanos

JACKSON WANG

Jackson Series (*Let's Put the End in Friends series) - @tangerineastronaut

Jackson (*Dopamine) - @pars-ley

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan & Han (*ESCAPE series, *No Boundaries, *Traffic Jam) - @leriexoxo

Bang Chan & Others (*REMEDY, *Order for Daddy, *Miss Possessive) - @skzophreniic

Bang Chan & Han (*Dance Practice Workout, *Stress Relief) - @angel-writes-skz-here

OT8, Individuals, Hyung/Maknae Lines (**Stray Temptations - *8:30 Chan) - @bbokicidal

Hyunjin, Chan, Han (**500 Followers Event - *Skittles) - @hyunjincanraptoo

SKZ OT8 & Individuals - @seungisms

OTHER

Taehyung (*Mirror sex) - @edytae

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absentcaryatid · 4 years ago

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G-DRAGON_0829_M Countdown K-CON in LA_늴리리야 (ft. Missy Elliott) 2013

#g dragon #missy elliott #kwon jiyong #just planting more seeds for fic mentions #music #K-pop #video #YouTube #song rec

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cupidsonly · 12 days ago

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THIS IS SO GOOD WOAH

a helping hand (and maybe three more): one

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

Word Count: 3,888

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

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

part two ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a sister?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From that moment, your new apartment became their battleground.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was nothing casual about any of this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevermind, the redness was absolutely from them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, he chuckled. Low. Dark.

“You think we’re just teasing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me about it.”

part two ;)

taglist (ask to be added): @petersasteria @floofeh-purpi @breakmeoff @sherrayyyyy

#gdragon x reader #choi seunghyun x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #t.o.p x reader #bigbang #fic recs

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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I know this is a bts blog and I'm sorry if I bring any controversy or drama (I really don't mean to), but I've just seen those sub gdragon posts and... I want more tbh, do you know of anybody who writes sub him? I'm uncomfy with bigbang as a whole but for some reason individual members (sans the obvious one) are okay?? Oh and if you don't, just hook me up with a couple more pics, please!!! His red hair and sub concepts SEND ME

We have multifandom capacity ‘round here, no worries 👍 Sub is sub. You might enjoy the kinky!kwoncept compilation I posted here. As for extra pics, let’s treat ourselves to a juicy dose indeed because here goes the:

all these models look so possessive of him i love it :D

also a favorite, ruined!gd in ripped clothes, choking himself with flowers:

& the other end of the spectrum because he does it all, cutesy stuff:

also found this one hot af cause POV & perfect tie posture. he looks relaxed but provocative like oh yeah show me which is a sexy mix.

For fics, I’ve seen DefaltManifesto on ao3 write femdom/sub!gd au masse, but it’s not x reader but skydragon. On tumblr I saw @dawnofhot write sub!gd!

#rec #anon #cub mail 🐅#g-dragon #kwon jiyong #sub!jiyong #sub!g-dragon #sub of the day #lots of sub of the days this week

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honey-piggy · 7 years ago

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King and Queen of K-pop

💋Talk shit with the prettiest lips💋

#mei’s music recs #kush and good music #musical hours #skrillex #diplo #GD #g dragon #kwon jiyong #CL #lee chaerin

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in-correctbigbangquotes · 7 years ago

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Jiyong: Would you like some salad?

Seunghyun: As I am not a rabbit, no, I do not.

#s: parks and rec #incorrect kpop quotes #incorrect bigbang quotes #kwon jiyong #choi seunghyun #gtop #bigbang g dragon #bigbang top #vipnetwork

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incorrect-got7 · 8 years ago

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Jackson entering YG [to Jiyong and Seungri]: Are you two a couple?

Jiyong: No, tragically we are both heterosexual.

#bigbang #got7 #s: parks and rec #bigbang scenarios #got7 scenarios #bigbang texts #got7 texts #kpop #kpop scenarios #yg family #yg entertainment #jyp nation #jyp entertainment #jackson #gdragon #seungri #jackson wang #kwon jiyong #lee seunghyun

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listographyi · 5 years ago

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kpop song recs

all about you [taeyeon]

different [woodz]

forever and a day [wanna one]

gravity [taeyeon]

happy [taeyeon]

home [jang hyunseung]

home [seventeen]

lonely [sistar]

me after you [paul kim]

meaningless [woodz]

try again [d.ear + jaehyun]

wi ing wi ing [hyukoh]

you were beautiful [day6]

무제 無題 untitled, 2014 [kwon jiyong - gdragon]

#kpop #music recs #kpop recs #on my playlist

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cupidsonly · 18 days ago

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omg yes.

⊹Chains of Rhythm⊹ | Kwon Ji-yong

gif by me, cause damn, i need that...

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⊹ Pairing: Kwon Ji-yong x Reader ⊹ Summary: During a high-energy concert, you and Jiyong engage in a playful yet intense challenge that blurs the line between public spectacle and private contest. The competitive dance culminates backstage with whispered provocations and a daring promise, revealing the depths of your fiery dynamic ⊹ Warnings: mature themes, suggestive content, mild language, itty bitty smut, very public fingering ⊹ Authors note: it's small, but I couldn't stop thinking about it after seeing it 🤍

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The air is charged with electricity, tingling on your skin and sparking at every breath. The concert hall buzzes with palpable energy, alive with lights painting everything in vibrant hues of pink and purple, and a crowd that moves like the sea—undulating in anticipation. At the heart of this storm stands Jiyong, his white tank top and red pants making him a striking figure against the backdrop of pulsating lights. His attire mirrors his attitude—casual, yet charged with an undeniable intensity.

You enter the stage area, a vision in your shimmering black dress that catches the light with every movement. Your presence is as magnetic as the bass that throbs through the venue, and your eyes sparkle with excitement, a reflection of the spirited persona you wear as effortlessly as your dress. As you move closer to Jiyong, adjusting the microphone stand, the air between you crackles with playful competitiveness.

"Ready to lose?" Jiyong's voice is a velvet tease, gently prodding at your ongoing bet.

You laugh, light and confident. "In your dreams, Ji. You know I don't back down."

The bet was simple, born from a boastful exchange backstage where you claimed you could outperform him on any stage, at any time. The stakes are high—either a daring act performed before the crowd or a personal favor, depending on who loses. It's a challenge neither of you is willing to lose, not just for the stakes but for the bragging rights that will follow.

As the first chords of the song vibrate through the air, Jiyong leans in close, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Let's see if you can keep up." His words mix admiration and challenge, designed to fluster you. You feel his hand at the small of your back—a light, guiding touch that sends a shiver up your spine.

Your retort is a playful shove, your own hand finding the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to whisper back, "Watch me."

The stage becomes your world, filled with the sounds of your breaths and the beat of the music. When Jiyong guides your wrists into the chains, his hands clasp around yours a moment longer than necessary, his grip firm and slightly commanding. The metal clicks shut, and he steps back, his eyes raking over your form tied up in the sparkling chains. "Perfect," he murmurs, the word a velvet stroke against your senses.

His fingertips graze your arms, down to your wrists, each touch a tease that threatens to unravel you. The chains clink softly with your movements, a metallic symphony that punctuates your interaction. Jiyong's whispers turn bolder, each one a provocation. "I wonder if you can still outshine me when you're bound like this," he teases, his voice a mix of challenge and admiration.

Despite the roaring crowd, your reactions are for him alone—slight moans that you can't suppress, your breath catching as his fingers trace dangerously close to more provocative areas. He notices every shift, every shiver, and it only encourages him more. His hand slid under your dress.

You stared up at him with a significant expression for a moment and then looked away, cheeks flushing, trying to get your mind back to performance. But his hand didn’t stop at your inner thigh. This was the most arousing moment that had ever happened to Ji-yong in his entire life. His hand slid up tentatively further until he grazed the fabric of your panties.

He groaned softly into his mic while keeping up with lyrics and felt you shiver as he ran his fingers over the warm, swollen folds hidden behind lace. You accidentally rolled your hips forward, and he cupped you intimately. Ji-yong hooked a finger around the edge of your panties, slowly pushing them out of his way. He reached you, brushing his fingers over your swollen folds.

Heart pounding, you dragged in an unsteady breath, and it burned through your lungs.

“Who knew, our little Y/N likes to be watched?” He whispered near your ear.

He could smell her. It had already been a teasing note in the air, but with your panties out of the way, the unmistakable scent of your arousal was pervasive in the air around you two. He buried his face against your shoulder and bit down through the thin material of your dress.

He spread your folds so he could touch your clit with a fingertip. He stroked you gently. You were wet and slick as sin, and feverishly hot, and incredibly responsive as much as you could during performance.

Ji-yong was breathing so heavily that he could barely hear a beat counting in his ear monitor.

You vibrated at his touch, your burning breath coming in shallow pants as his fingers slid deeper, stroking lightly.

Your head fell back into the pillow. It should have been in the performance, but it was more.

He slid his finger further into you, and you couldn’t help but clench around him. The urge to push inside you even more was becoming painful to ignore for Ji-yong. If he wanted to make you cum, he needed to do so quickly before the song came to the end.

He rubbed his thumb in a slow circle as he pumped his fingers deeper. Your hips rolled against him, legs holding him as close as you could and his hips jerked involuntarily. He brushed against your clit more insistently, teasing, pressing, and rubbing once more as you came apart, clenching around his fingers as arousal flooded his fingers, trying to cover your climax from the public eye. You were impossibly tight. Ji-yong buried his head into your shoulder as he felt your burning core spasm, clenching and gripping his fingers again and again.

As the final note of the performance echoes through the hall, Jiyong leans in, his victory clear, his voice husky with triumph. "Looks like I win this round," he declares.

But the game isn't over. Not yet.

As the stage empties and the adrenaline begins to fade, Jiyong catches your hand, pulling you close as you make your way to the dressing room. The door shuts with a definitive click behind you, sealing you away from the outside world. His hands find your shoulders, pressing gently but firmly, pinning you against the cool wall. His breath is hot against your neck, his body a line of heat at your back.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear, sending a shudder down your spine. The proximity, the heat, the lingering thrill of your performance—it all mingles into a tension that buzzes electric between you.

Your heart races, your chest heaves with heavy breaths, a mix of exertion and excitement. "What are you planning now?" you ask, a challenge lacing your tone.

Jiyong's response is a smirk you feel rather than see. "Oh, just a little reminder that I can always keep you on your toes," he teases. His hands move to the wall beside your head, his body pressing closer, leaving you no room to escape his intense gaze.

"You might have won on stage, but let's see how you handle a more... private performance," he proposes, his voice a low, enticing dare.

Caught in the web of his gaze and the heat of his body, you know this is another act—a different kind of performance, where the stakes are just as high, if not higher. This is your dance, your battle, your play—intense, exhilarating, and undeniably yours.

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Taglist:@janie-osuih @szonyix6277 @chrypir @redhoodedtoad @sherrayyyyy @mirahyun @sherxoo @dilfismz @forevervibezzzz1 @infinetlyforgotten

#bigbang #gdragon x reader #kwon jiyong #gdragon bigbang #gdragon #fic recs

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realmckitten · 6 years ago

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Answer Questions Tag!

Tagged by my amazing friend @notsosubtlekpop. Thanks G!!!!!!

Rules: After answering the questions, add your own set of questions to ask your mutuals or anyone else who wants to do this.

@letlovelilay ’s questions:

Do you have any pets?

Yes. I have twelve rescue cats (yes 12).

Early bird or night owl?

Night owl.

What is your favorite book?

I can’t pick just one. Here’s some of my favorites: And the Mountains Echoed, Wild, Passage: A Novel, A Wrinkle in Time Quintet, Listening is an Act of Love, Stolen Lives, and Freedom.

What languages do you speak/ would like to speak?

I speak English and can read French.

@life-of-multifandom-trash ‘s questions:

What concerts have you attended?

I’ll just give you the kpop related ones because the non kpop ones are too many to list. I’ve seen Kwon Jiyong, Taeyang, GOT7, and BTS. I went to kcon with @notsosubtlekpop and saw Stray Kids, Pentagon, Heize, Red Velvet and Super Junior there. And we’re going to Winner in January.

What’s your favorite dessert?

Warm, homemade cake.

Rec me a song in your mother language!

My mother language is English. Since it is December how about we go with Linkin Park My December.

Have you ever traveled to other countries? If yes where did you go and if no, where would you like to go?

I’m actually terrified of flying. I’ve almost died on every flight i’ve ever been on. (this is not an exaggeration). I can distinctly remember my very first flight- a family trip to Disney World - and how close we came to crashing. I remember the screaming of the other passengers. The oxygen masks coming down. The flight attendants freaking out. And i was only 3 years old. Every flight after that has been terrible too. (Maybe don’t fly with me. lol) so the farthest I’ve been is Canada. There are so many places I want to travel to, but I’m really hoping to go visit @seungriseverything in Korea.

@notsosubtlekpop‘s questions

Art or Architecture?

Both. I have a degree in art history, but my senior thesis was on Medieval Art and Architecture specifically the use of threes (holy trinity) in medieval architecture.

Can you swim?

Yes.

What was your favorite toy as a kid?

Strawberry Shortcake doll

If you could ask your ultimate bias one question, what would it be?

I don’t have an ultimate bias. I love both Tabi and Jiyong equally. I don’t think I’d be able to ask Tabi a question. You know i’m not shy around celebrities, but it would be too intense meeting him. I’d have to ask Jiyong about nyongtory.

My questions:

You can meet and spend the entire day with one idol. But once you do, you will never be able to meet another idol again. Who do you pick?

What is your bucket list kpop concert to go to?

What’s your favorite holiday?

Have you ever met someone famous? If so, tell me about it. If not, tell me someone you would love to meet.

I’m going to tag @jiandtabi, @lady-une, @surreal-killer @middleearth-orbust @punkinwonderland @supersailorjoonie @newvip2018 @franchezkaaizabelle @blxrrytrxnch and anyone who wants to play along.

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solastia · 8 years ago

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Mobile Masterlist

→ Ko-fi → Fic Recs

Last Updated 11/9/20

♛ MxM BTS MASTERLIST ♛

♛ MxR BTS MASTERLIST ♛

♛ MONSTA X MASTERLIST ♛

♛ TEXT FIC MASTERLIST ♛

♛ BIGBANG ♛

Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon:

For Me It’s You

♛ EXO ♛

Kyungsoo:

When She Loved Me [1]

Baekhyun:

Crazy Little Thing Called Love [1] [2] [3] [4]

♛ SHINee ♛

Onew:

Worth Waiting For

♛ GOT7 ♛

Jaebum:

Epiphany

Jackson:

It’s always been you

♛ iKON♛

Hanbin:

If You Insist

#mobile masterlist #solastiaoriginals #kpop #kpop fanfiction #bts #exo #bigbang #shinee #got7 #monsta x #masterlist #fanfiction #kpop masterlist #fanfiction masterlist

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cupidsonly · 12 days ago

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in need of a part 2 🙏🙏

Between the Lines

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader ─ genre ; romance (?) warnings ; cheating, mild smut. (nothing too intense.) note ; around 1.6k words.

It had been months since you last spoke to Ji Yong, your ex. You had convinced yourself that you were happier now, with your new husband, starting a fresh chapter in life. The weight of the past had begun to fade, and you found comfort in your new routine.

That was until you received a text from him two days ago—an invitation to his album listening party. You knew the two of you hadn’t talked in ages, but this meant a lot to him, especially after his long hiatus from the music industry. You took your time before finally deciding to attend.

However, your husband was completely against your decision. But would he stop you? No.

You slipped into a white mini dress, layering it with a black leather jacket and pairing it with chunky black shoes. As you moved through the house, you could feel your husband's gaze following your every step and just as you reached the door, he stopped you.

"Be back home by 11 PM," he said, gripping your wrist.

You scoffed, yanking your hand away. "Let go!… and yes, I’ll be home."

With that, you shut the door behind you.

You rubbed your wrist as you walked toward your car, irritation bubbling beneath your skin.

"He could’ve just told me without grabbing my wrist…" you muttered under your breath, settling into the driver’s seat with a sigh.

With a shake of your head, you started the engine, pushing the thought aside. Tonight wasn’t about him anyway.

You stood at the entrance of the party, a knot of unease tightening in your chest. Had you really thought this through? Probably not. Because now, here you were—alone at a party hosted by your ex.

Wow, Y/N… just wow.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your jacket and stepped inside, bracing yourself for whatever the night had in store.

The place was bathed in red lights, casting a hazy glow over the crowd. People danced, laughed, and talked around you, lost in the music and the energy of the night.

No sight of Ji Yong yet.

Still, you managed to settle in with a small group of familiar faces, the conversation easing a bit of your tension—though a lingering sense of anticipation still clung to you.

Time passed, the music and chatter filling the space around you. Then, the room quieted as Ji Yong took center stage, microphone in hand.

His presence commanded attention effortlessly. With a small smile, he scanned the crowd before speaking.

"Thank you all for being here tonight. This album… it means a lot to me. It’s been a long time coming, and I couldn’t have done it without your support."

His voice was steady, but there was something deeper in his tone—something raw. You watched him closely, your heart beating just a little faster.

As Ji Yong continued speaking, his gaze swept across the crowd—until it landed on you.

For a moment, everything else faded. The voices, the music, the red lights—it all blurred into the background as his eyes locked onto yours.

His expression flickered, just for a second. Surprise? Nostalgia? Something unspoken lingered between you.

But then, just as quickly, he looked away, continuing with his speech as if nothing had happened.

As soon as Ji Yong finished speaking, he disappeared back into the sea of people. You searched for him instinctively, but the flashing lights and shifting crowd made it impossible to keep track of him.

With a sigh, you turned back to your conversation—until you felt a light touch on your shoulder.

Your breath hitched.

Turning around, your eyes widened in surprise.

Ji Yong.

Standing right in front of you, closer than you expected. His gaze held something unreadable—curiosity, maybe even hesitation.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the heavy bass and chatter around you drowned out his words. You furrowed your brows, shaking your head slightly before gesturing that you couldn’t hear him.

Ji Yong let out a small sigh, then pointed toward the exit. Without hesitation, you followed him outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as the muffled music faded behind you.

“I thought… you wouldn’t come,” he said, his voice quieter now, his gaze fixed on the ground instead of you.

You studied him for a moment before replying. “Well, just because we don’t talk anymore doesn’t mean I shouldn’t support you.”

He turned his head to face you, his eyes slowly scanning your features, studying you. The way the dim light hit your skin, the way you stood there—it all felt strangely familiar yet distant.

His gaze lingered for a moment longer, taking in the dress you wore. It hugged you perfectly, the soft fabric complementing every movement you made.

Gorgeous.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm before quickly turning away.

You blinked, caught off guard.

"I know I wasn’t the best to you, but…" His words trailed off, as if he wasn’t sure how to finish. As if there was too much to say and not enough ways to say it.

He leaned in closer, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

"I really do miss you… a lot. And I mean it with my whole heart."

You hesitated, your breath catching as the space between you grew impossibly small. Then, slowly, you leaned away.

“Ji-… I’m married.”

Your voice was firm, but there was a hint of something else—conflict, hesitation. A frown tugged at your lips as you searched his face.

"So?" Ji Yong scoffed, shaking his head. "He doesn’t even know what you like. He bought you roses for Valentine’s."

His words struck a nerve. Your husband had bought you roses—classic, expected, safe. But Ji Yong… he always knew better. He remembered the little things, the details no one else seemed to notice.

"How do you even know that?" you muttered, narrowing your eyes at him.

Ji Yong let out a small sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Because I see it on his posts."

Your stomach tightened. So he had been watching—keeping up with your life from a distance.

Still leaning closer, his voice dropped lower, almost like a confession.

"I know it’s wrong… but you look stunning today."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. There was something dangerous in the way he said it—something that made your heart stutter despite every warning in your mind.

Y/N, you're married. You're married, you can't—

The voice in your head was drowned out by the thumping of your heart but without thinking, you closed the distance, leaning in until your lips brushed against his. He didn’t break the kiss. Instead, he deepened it, his hand finding its way to your cheek as he pulled you closer. The world around you seemed to disappear entirely—the music, the people, even the weight of your own thoughts.

His hand moved up your thigh, a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch. Your hands, almost on their own, found their way to his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. You could hear his breath coming faster, feel the way his body responded to yours.

“Ji… we’re in public,” you muffled out, your words strained as you pulled back slightly, trying to regain some sense of control.

He didn’t seem to care. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “It’s m’alright.”

He gently guided you onto his lap, his hands steady but insistent as you shifted closer to him. The movement felt electric, your pulse racing as you sat there, feeling the weight of his body beneath you. His eyes were intense, searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but all you could feel was the heat building between you both. The tension was suffocating, each breath between you filled with desire and regret all at once.

He trailed soft kisses along your jawline, making his way to your neck, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he gently pushed you down deeper.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his hat lay forgotten on the ground. Each movement was filled with urgency, a silent communication of your need for him. The soft strands slipped through your fingers as you cradled his head, urging him to deepen the kiss, to savor every moment. until- “Ji Yong, we need you— ahem," his staff’s voice broke through, and you both immediately froze.

Ji Yong’s expression shifted quickly, a flash of panic crossing his face as he realized the position you were in. He hastily backed away, his hands retreating from your waist as he muttered, "Right."

He helped you off his lap, his hands gentle as he adjusted your jacket, making sure everything was in place.

“Sorry,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low, filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

You turned to face him, still processing everything that had just happened. He leaned in slightly, his gaze searching yours as he added, “Keeping this between us?”

This was… wrong. You were going behind your own husband’s back, to your ex-boyfriend. But you couldn’t help it. The pull was undeniable.

Hesitantly, you gave a shy nod, the words “keep this between us” echoing in your mind.

“Meet me later then,” Ji Yong said, his voice low and almost comforting as he leaned in to place a soft peck on your cheek.

Without waiting for a response, he slid away, disappearing back into the door, leaving you standing there, heart racing, torn between guilt and something you couldn’t name.

But honestly… did you mind?

Ji Yong had always known you better than your own husband ever could. He remembered the small things—the way you liked your coffee, the songs that made you feel something deep inside, the way you laughed when you were genuinely happy.

Your husband might have been there, but Ji Yong saw you and right now, in this moment, that connection felt like something you couldn’t just walk away from.

#g dragon x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #bigbang #bigbang x reader #fic recs

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