#kwon jiyong x reader

[mashtatosworld]

to be loved

summary: summer is approaching and Jiyong is teaching your girls how to swim

warnings: discussions of bodies

a/n: hi, just wanted to add a little note to say that this work includes discussions on body weight and mental health. If you feel uncomfortable please feel free to message me for a summary instead but I feel it's important to represent the struggles of real life. Body image is something I've struggled with myself and all bodies deserve to be listened to, loved, and seen.

Love always,

Mash xxx

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was supposed to be a quiet, easy summer afternoon. But quiet didn’t exist anymore - not with two little girls and one very persistent husband.

Jiyong was waist-deep in the pool, cradling baby Angel in her red inflatable ring.

She floated with that soft, milk-drunk expression babies got when they were just happy to exist, a little sun hat covering her dark hair and chubby legs lazily kicking. Her little arms waved now and then, making tiny ripples in the water.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jiyong cooed, carefully gliding her across the shallow end like she was made of glass. “Just like your big sister did. Remember that, Jagi? She used to float just like this.”

You smiled faintly from the comfort of your lounger, parked under the umbrella.

You remembered.

You remembered the first time Diva was this small, this round-cheeked, with Jiyong just as eager to teach her everything - even when she was too little to understand.

He was patient, careful, endlessly tender.

Just like now.

But your body shifted uncomfortably as you adjusted your dress over your thighs again.

The warmth wasn’t helping.

You were roasting beneath the fabric and it clung to your body as the heat continued to rise.

A loud giggle broke the silence and then -

“Jia, don’t - !”

SPLASH.

Too late.

Water exploded around the pool like a mini tsunami, soaking Jiyong’s face, hair, and half of the inflatable ring where Angel sat, blinking in startled silence.

Jiyong sighed, flicking droplets off his Chanel sunglasses. “Yah! I told you no jumping near your sister!”

Diva popped back up with a grin that had mischief written all over it, her bright pink armbands bobbing as she paddled like a wild little duckling.

“She liked it!” she chirped, splashing her baby sister gently, who gurgled something halfway between a giggle and a hiccup.

“Appa did not.” Jiyong wiped his face again, then carefully adjusted the strap of Angel's hat. “Aish, your sister is a menace today.”

You smiled and sipped your iced tea.

“Jagiya - ” Jiyong called, dragging out the syllables in his playful, singsong whine. “Come swim with your husband. You love me, remember?”

You raised a brow. “Can't I love you from here?”

He pouted dramatically at your words. “I need backup over here, okay?”

“I think you're doing a great job.”

“Exactly,” he grinned, adjusting the brim of his bucket hat. “Father of the year. Come give me my reward.”

You tilted your sunglasses down, eyes gleaming despite the smile you forced. “My reward is sitting right here, remaining dry and unbothered.”

He started drifting toward the edge of the pool, one arm gently guiding Angel's float as he swam. “Come on, Jagi. You’re so hot when you’re wet.”

Your brows shot up at his statement. “Jiyong.”

He grinned innocently. “What? I’m just telling the truth. I’ve seen you in less than a swimsuit. Don’t act like I haven’t.”

Your fingers curled tighter around your glass.

Underneath the loose sundress was a swimsuit, yes.

One you used to feel good in.

But your body still didn’t feel like yours anymore.

Clothes clung a little differently now, certain parts felt softer, wider, newer.

And you could feel Jiyong’s eyes on you sometimes and would worry - even though you knew better - that maybe this time, they lingered a second longer in surprise, not in desire.

With Diva, it had been easier.

You’d bounced back so fast, because you had to - your tour rehearsals started just months after she was born, and your body had no choice but to fall in line.

But with Angel, you weren’t rushing back.

You were slower.

Still healing, inside and out.

And still trying to like the person in the mirror again.

But Jiyong didn’t know that.

Because he still looked at you like you hung the stars. Because to him, you did.

Knowing that didn’t stop the feeling.

You turned away before he could say anything else, setting your glass down and pretending to scroll your phone.

Jiyong frowned.

He noticed the shift - subtle, but there.

Still, he didn’t push.

Not yet.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around.

You snacked on sandwiches under the shaded pergola, little plates with fruit slices and juice boxes.

Angel was passed out in her stroller with one arm flopped over the side. Diva chattered endlessly about swimming like a mermaid, her wet hair stuck to her face.

You were standing over her, towel-drying her arms, gently patting her skin before rubbing in suncream again when Jiyong came behind you, fingers brushing at the hem of your dress like he could just sneak it off you.

“You must be boiling in all this,” he murmured, low and teasing, gently tugging you backwards and into his wet body. “Why don’t we get back in the pool while they rest? Just us, hmm?”

You tensed - subtle, but he felt it.

He grinned, fingers hooking gently in the hem of your dress. “Come on. I want you in the water with me.”

Your heart stuttered. “Jiyong, don’t - ”

His hands tugged a little more insistently.

“Jiyong - ” your voice came out sharper than you meant.

He paused.

“I said don’t,” you snapped, more forcefully this time, grabbing his wrist and stepping out of his touch.

There was a beat of silence. His brows furrowed, eyes wide - confused and slightly hurt.

Diva looked between you both, then went back to her grapes.

You kept your gaze down, shifting back over to your daughter intent on finishing applying her sunscreen.

“You can get back in the pool in twenty minutes,” you said softly, smoothing the protective spray across her shoulders. “Let your food go down and the suncream dry.”

“Nooo,” Diva groaned, flopping dramatically in her seat.

You smiled at her performance, but Jiyong was still standing behind you, silent now, his hands falling to his sides.

He didn’t understand - not the full picture - but something in your voice told him this wasn’t just about the pool.

And when you didn’t meet his gaze he quietly moved over to the stroller, occupying his hands with adjusting the sunshade instead, making sure it was protecting his baby from the sun.

He didn’t say anything else.

But his mind was already racing.

Because something was hurting his girl - and he didn’t let hurt linger in this family.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Diva, now armed with a neon water gun nearly as long as her leg, had taken to watering the windows, although you were suspicious she was really aiming for the birds.

Angel was once again snoozing peacefully in the shade, chubby cheeks flushed with warmth and comfort.

You had settled back on the sun lounger, your sunglasses back in place, but your body still tense.

You were quietly berating yourself for snapping at him, for the sharp edge to your voice when he was just - being him. Playful. Flirty. Trying to bring you into the moment.

You didn’t hear his approach at first. The quiet pad of wet feet.

But then his shadow fell across your recliner and you looked up to find Jiyong standing there, towel draped over his shoulders, his expression gentler now.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t smile.

He just sat down on the edge of your lounger, still damp, still glistening in the heat, and looked at you with warm, steady eyes. “You okay?”

You glanced at him, lips pursed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier I just..."

You weren’t sure how to say it without sounding silly or vain.

Jiyong leaned in, his hand brushing gently against your bare ankle, thumb stroking a slow line up your skin.

He shook his head. “Don’t apologise. Just tell me what’s going on.” His voice was soft.

You hesitated.

It wasn’t something you said out loud often. Maybe not even to yourself.

“I… haven’t been feeling good. About myself. About my body.”

Jiyong blinked, stunned. “What?” He tilted his head, brow furrowing.

You nodded, embarrassed. “It’s stupid. After Jia, everything just snapped back. But now, I’m - tired. And it’s harder. It’s not going away like before.”

Jiyong was quiet for a moment. Then his hand moved up, cradling your calf, warm and grounding.

“You gave me two daughters,” he said, voice thick with sincerity. “y/n, you’ve never looked more beautiful to me. Every curve, every line. You’re everything.”

Your eyes burned suddenly. You blinked hard behind your sunglasses.

He leaned forward, brushing a kiss just above your knee. “It’s just us here. Me and our girls. You don’t need to hide from us.”

You nodded slowly, your chest loosening.

He leaned in, grip on your leg tightening. “Besides,” he whispered, grinning now, “you don’t have to take off your clothes to go in the pool.”

You squinted at him suspiciously. “Wait. What are you - ?”

But by then, he was already moving, pulling you up into his arms with surprising ease.

“Jiyong! Don’t you dare!”

“I absolutely dare,” he grinned, holding you like a bride as he padded toward the edge of the pool.

You shrieked, half-laughing, half-serious. “I swear to God if you throw me in - ”

“I’m not throwing you,” he said matter-of-factly. “We’re jumping.”

And before you could protest again, he launched the two of you into the pool, landing with a tremendous splash that sent water flying in all directions.

You came up sputtering, soaked and blinking water from your lashes, but Jiyong was still holding you tightly, laughing like a kid.

You were laughing too, your dress clinging to your skin, but you felt cooler now.

Lighter.

There was something freeing about the absurdity of it, the way he looked at you like you were still that girl he’d fallen in love with - only more.

He leaned in, kissed your temple, your cheek, then your lips, soft and warm and unhurried. You curled your fingers into his shoulder and let yourself melt into him, finally - truly - in the moment.

But of course, peace didn’t last long.

A smaller body rocketed into the water beside you.

“EOMMA!” Diva called, bobbing up with glee, her little legs kicking as she paddled toward you with no armbands on, completely fearless.

You gasped, meeting her half way. “Jia, you swam to me!”

She threw her arms around your neck, squealing with pride. You beamed, holding her close. “So proud of you, baby.”

But Jiyong was already frowning, wading closer. “Hey, hey, hey - where are your armbands? And we just did suncream!”

Diva blinked innocently at him - then lifted one tiny hand and splashed water right into his face.

“YAH!” Jiyong gasped, dramatically wiping his face.

“Swim away, Eomma! QUICK!” Diva shrieked in excitement, and you burst out laughing as she kicked her little legs, trying to propel both to safety.

Jiyong narrowed his eyes. “You’re both in trouble now.”

But he was smiling. Soft and full of something warm and grateful.

You darted backward with Diva clinging to you, her giggles carrying through the afternoon air, Jiyong play-chasing you both as the sun glinted on the pool water and the world shrank down to only the sounds of splashing and laughter and home.

And somewhere in between his splashing and your laughter, the heaviness in your chest lifted just a little.

You weren’t just seen.

You were loved - completely.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The house was finally quiet.

Diva had passed out with her arms flung over her head, still mumbling about mermaids. Angel was snoozing in her crib, lips puckered around her pacifier. You and Jiyong had tiptoed out, holding your breaths until the door closed behind you.

Back in your bedroom, you dropped onto the mattress in one of his oversized shirts, letting your head fall back with a groan. “My back is wrecked from carrying the girls around. Jia is getting so big. How do you do it everyday, old man?”

Jiyong leaned against the door, watching you - quiet, sharp-eyed, shirt half-buttoned and undone from the top. His gaze dragged down your legs, up the hem of his shirt, lingering.

“Do you want a massage?”

You huffed a laugh. “Does it include a happy ending?"

“Of course,” he said, pushing off the door and walking toward you slow, like he had all night. “I can't resist my wife. In my shirt. Legs bare. Hair still wet. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You shifted slightly, eyes catching his. “I was trying to survive bedtime, not seduce you.”

He leaned down over you, one hand sliding up your thigh as he braced the other on the mattress. “You’re doing both.”

You bit your lip as he kissed along your jaw, his mouth hot and deliberate, making a lazy trail to your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his voice rough against your skin. “The way you looked in the pool�� your legs wrapped around me.”

You tilted your head, letting him in closer, your fingers threading into his hair. “So you were distracted.”

“Completely.”

You smirked. “Must’ve been hard, being a responsible dad and a desperate husband at the same time.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”

Your breath caught as he pushed the shirt higher, his hands sliding slow up your thighs. “Show me, then.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He moved over you, mouth finding yours in a kiss. Deep, unhurried, like he wanted to taste you first before anything else.

And just like that, the stress of the day disappeared.

His hands, his body, the weight of him pressing you down - it was the only thing that existed.

You weren’t tired anymore.

You were alive under him.

And the night was just getting started.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

💛

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[lovemepartly]

how they comfort you ✩ 

featuring: choi seung-hyun, kwon jiyong, and kang daesung

warnings: none!

a/n: i've had a rough month and this is how i'm coping i guess... + this picture of top is adorable. enjoy!!

choi seung-hyun ⋆⭒˚.⋆

seung-hyun is very observant. he can tell when you're not okay, when you've had a bad day, without you even telling him. maybe it's the way your text messages get shorter or the way your eyes don't smile as brightly as they did yesterday. he just has an intuition. he just knows.

you stumble into your apartment after a long day, barely having the energy to take off your shoes, leaving them scattered by the entrance. the tears already dared to prick at your eyes the second you opened the door, threatening to fall after holding every emotion in all day. your hands shook as you put your keys away and took off your jacket, hanging it by the entrance. you made your way into the adjacent kitchen as tears began to roll down your cheeks. rummaging the fridge messily, you tried to find some food to make for dinner.

the doorbell rang and you instantly stood up straighter, the sound startling you. you sniffled, wiping the tears off your cheeks - although your puffy, red eyes would make it quite obvious to whoever stood on the other side of the door that you had been crying. when you opened the door, your boyfriend was standing there.

seung-hyun's eyes softened as soon as he caught sight of you. "baby..." he murmured, letting himself into your apartment and shutting the door behind him. he was holding a paper bag in one hand and set it down upon entering, instantly enveloping you in his arms.

you felt yourself crumble in his arms, the tears falling more violently from your eyes now. seung-hyun stayed silent, merely holding you tightly and swaying you softly. his hands rubbed your back gently and he leaned down to give you a kiss on the top of your head, stroking your hair.

when your sobs had somewhat subsided, now uneven breathing and hiccups, you turned to look up at him. "how did you know?" you asked, your voice still shaking. he gave you a soft smile, cupping your face and wiping your tear stained cheeks.

"because i love you." he whispered. he ushered you back into his chest, arms still wrapped around you. after some minutes of silence - once he heard your breathing become more steady, he asked, "have you eaten today?"

you shook your head, and he gently pulled away, picking up the paper bag he had brought with him. "i brought your favorite." he offered you a small smile, and the gesture was so nice that you felt like you could burst into tears all over again.

"i'm going to heat this up, aein, you go lay down on the couch. put on our favorite show and then you can tell me what happened, yeah?"

kwon jiyong ⋆⭒˚.⋆

jiyong knew something was wrong when you unexpectedly cancelled on the date he had planned for the two of you tonight. you had sent him a simple message, that you weren't feeling well. jiyong had texted you back almost immediately:

are you sick?

do you want me to bring you food?

soup?

what can i do?

when your response was simple and inconsistent, he knew.

he got in the car, making a few stops, before showing up to your apartment. he didn't bother knocking - he had checked your location and knew you were home. he let himself into your apartment with the spare key you had given him some months back. "jagiya?" he called as he stepped into the entrance. "where are you?"

the sound of his voice jolted you out of bed, where you had been curled up under piles of heavy blankets, soft music playing from your phone. "ji?" you called back, stepping out of your bedroom.

as soon as you exited your bedroom, you saw jiyong standing across the hall. "jagi!" his eyes lit up as he spotted you, walking quickly towards you and pulling you into an embrace. "i was worried about you."

you forced a smile up at him. "i'm okay. you didn't have to come over."

he shook his head, pulling away slightly to cup your face. "i know you too well to know you're lying to me," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "i brought you some things," he said, taking your hand and leading you towards the entrance of the apartment.

"look," he said, handing you a bouquet of flowers. "your favorite flowers because you're my favorite person," he added sillily, grinning at you. he reached down to continue handing you things from another bag he had brought. "your favorite sweets..." he handed you the bag, "food from our favorite place," he set the carton boxes down on the floor before pulling out a grey sweatshirt, "and my hoodie that i know is your favorite."

before you could stop it, a choked sob slipped from your lips and jiyong instantly looked up at you. he pulled you into a hug. "jagi... it's going to be okay," he murmured. "i'm here for you."

"i don't know what i did to deserve you." you managed to say through hiccups.

"i'm the lucky one." jiyong murmured into your hair. "i love you."

kang daesung ⋆⭒˚.⋆

you and walk into your and daesung's shared apartment, slamming the door behind you. the tears spilled from your eyes as you recalled what had been the worst day at work ever. your presentation had been a mess, your boss a headache, and every other person just utterly infuriating.

"baby?" you called, walking into the apartment, trying to find your boyfriend. "where are you? i need you." your voice trembled with the last sentence.

daesung stepped out of his office where he had been working, and his eyes instantly crinkled with worry when he saw you. "nae sarang, what happened?"

"i had the worst day..." you mumbled through tears, stumbling into your boyfriends arms. you began to tell daesung about your day, words trembling through shaky breaths. as you spoke, he picked you up in one smooth movement, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. he carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and sitting next to you, pulling you into his chest. he stayed silent as you talked, his hand stroking your hair and rubbing comforting circles on your back.

when you were done, he kissed the top of your head, holding your hand softly. "i'm sorry about your day, jagiya. you work too hard for that."

you sniffled in agreement, lip quivering. daesung bent down to kiss you softly, almost as if to calm you down. "do you want me to draw you a bath? you should relax for the rest of the day."

you nodded. "i would love that. thank you - i love you."

he smiled at you, "i love you."

as he drew your bath, he undressed you with reverence and kindness, laying out your favorite pair of pajamas and leaving you be in the bathroom - he knew you needed some time alone. out of the bath, you were greeted with a homemade meal and your favorite movie. all for you.

[angel-writes-here]

Covenant

Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader x G-Dragon Synopsis: Seunghyun's confession looms in the air. How will you handle it and how does Jiyong react? Warnings: Angst, fluff, A/N: I apologize for the time it took for this to come out, other works needed my attention and I really needed to take time for this chapter because it feels special and partial for me. Take note of the pics too. These are specifically used for a reason. I hope you guys enjoy it! Part 4 Requests are OPEN

You stare at Seunghyun, his confession making your nerves tick up. You glance at the bathroom, seeing the door barely held open, and you sigh. You pull out of his grip and Seunghyun’s face falls.

“I don’t trust you,” you mumble as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m asking for an opportunity to build it, not for you to just give it to me.” He bends down in front of you, his eyes searching yours.

“What if I said I didn’t want it,” you blink quickly to try and pull back your tears. Seunghyun stays quiet for a minute.

“Is that what you’re saying?” He looks at the floor, too nervous to look you in the eye.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. I’m just so sick of the back and forth. Its mentally and emotionally exhausting, Seunghyun. I can’t keep it up. If you want me, say that, if you don’t, say that. Either way just fucking tell me. and stick with it.” Your voice cracks.

He quickly rises to his feet cupping your face with his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey, shh,” he sits beside you, your tears escaping in frustration.

“Jagi I’m sorry.” He pulls you into him, his head resting on top of yours.

“I swear to you, I’m sorry.” He lightly sniffles.

-

Jiyong can hear it all, slowly he gets himself dressed and he decides to make a bold move.

He opens the door.

“Hey, I’m going to,” he says as he see’s the two of you on the bed. Seunghyun snaps his neck over to Jiyong and his eyes narrow.

You freeze in his grip, feeling it tighten on you. Your eyes are blown wide and you hold your breath.

“Head out,” he finishes slowly and leaves the room before questions can be asked to him.

-

He shuts the door and sighs rubbing a hand down his face.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers to himself. He walks down the hallway aimlessly until he eventually winds up at club downtown.

The music thumps loudly, the drinks flow quickly and the bodies are numerous out on the dance floor. Normally he’d never come alone, but tonight he needed to. He needed to be on his own and forget you. He heard every word Seunghyun said and he owed it to his best friend to leave you alone. Even if the line had been crossed twice. His body sways as he walks, mind is numb and his steps stagger across the floor.

Some girl trapes behind him, intoxicated and provocative. They walk to his car, luckily staff found him after he left and drove him back to the hotel.

-

“Why the,” Seunghyun purses his lips and sighs, “Actually, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters.” He hugs you tight and you feel as though you can breathe again.

“None of it?” You ask as you pull away from him.

“Nope,” he looks you deep in your eyes.

“What if I told you he kissed me?” Your heart beat thrums in your ears. Seunghyun takes a deep breath.

“We weren’t in a real relationship, you could do whatever you want behind closed doors.” He says through gritted teeth.

“What if I want to keep seeing him?” you look at the duvet beneath you, picking at it.

“I, um,” Seunghyun takes a deep breath.

“Do you even want to try to work on this?” He asks, his voice sounds broken, hopeless almost.

“Can I do both?” You ask him now looking him in the eye.

“Both?”

You nod with your hands now in your lap.

“I don’t know how it would all work, because I still don’t want him to know.”

“Why not, he’s your best friend. He wouldn’t say anything,” you try to reason with him.

“It’s not that he would do it on purpose, but information people don’t have, is information they can’t blab.” You purse your lips at his silly little rhyme.

“But I can spend time with him without you beating the shit out of him?” You raise a brow.

“If that’s what you want, yes. But please promise me you’ll put effort into us.” He stands up pulling you with him. You rise up slightly to connect your lips to his.

“I promise. Now let’s go back to our room.” You smile at him. For once excitement is felt as you don’t feel the necessary pressure to chose one or the other, you could give it time and explore both options.

So you thought.

As the two of you close the door to the hotel room, no longer needing it, your eyes meet a familiar face and one that’s not so familiar.

The four of you stop in the hallway.

You

Seunghyun

Jiyong

And some random girl you don’t recognize. You all stare at each other for a moment, a look of betrayal in your eyes as you look at Jiyong, who, once he see’s it, can’t look at you. Jiyong simply takes her hand and pulls her to his door, pulling her inside. You stand frozen in place with Seunghyun looking down at you.

He doesn't rush you, rather he simply waits.

“Let’s go,” you whisper.

He opens the door and you walk in, confusion, frustration, and irritation all mixing and overwhelming you together. Seunghyun wasn’t sure what to do. Did you want to be held? Did you want to be left alone?

“I, uh,” you clear your throat, voice weak, “I guess you were right. He doesn’t really care about me.” Your laugh is humorless. It’s not long before you can hear the noises coming from the conjoined room, moans and groans clearly audible through the thin wall that separates the two rooms. Tears threaten your eyes and you turn to Seunghyun.

“I could really use a hot shower.” You smile through the pain in your chest as you breeze past him. With a flip of the handle the water echo's in the room.

You disrobe and step into the scalding hot water, feeling it ground you. You reach for a bar of soap but don’t find one.

“Seunghyun!” you call out.

“Yeah?” The door opens letting in a cool breeze.

“Would you see if you can find some soap?”

“Yeah, back in a minute.” He knocks on the door to Jiyong’s room.

He hears the giggling and rolls his eyes.

“Hyung!” He slurs. Jiyong leans against the door frame, a dumb smile decorating his face.

“I need soap, do you have any that’s unused?” He tries to control his temper. He wasn’t in love with the fact that you and Jiyong seemed to have something going on, but now it’s worse because he hurt you; whether he meant to or not.

“Yeah, check the bathroom.”

Seunghyun walks by his guest, who has a sheet wrapped around her body.

He’s in the bathroom when he hears their conversation continue.

“Come back to bed,” she whines.

“Nah, I’m done. But you can leave.” He says and Seunghyun raises a brow as he finds an unused bar of soap on the counter.

“But I thought we were having fun.”

“Yeah, we did. Now you can leave.” He says again, this time sounding more irritated.

She huffs and picks up her clothes throwing them on.

“You’re ass for an idol.” She spouts and slams the door behind her.

Seunghyun slowly leaves the bathroom.

“What was that about?” Jiyong doesn’t look back at his friend, just out the window that has a great view of the Eiffel tower.

“Don’t worry about it, get back to your wife,” his voice is low and bitter, his words clearer than earlier.

“Dude,” he sighs.

“Just go, damn!” Seunghyun raises his brows in shock at his best friend. Without another word Seunghyun leaves the room.

You’re still in the shower singing to a tune stuck in your head when the door opens.

“Here, sorry it took me a minute.” You chew on your bottom lip as you watch his hand enter the shower.

“Seung,” you say with a deep breath.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna to join me?” You poke your head out of the shower and once again his brows shoot up.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m not saying sexually, I just, idk I figured part of us working on this would be us getting close and comfortable. What’s more close or comfortable than being naked? But you don’t have to.” You pull the curtain back and begin your routine, rubbing the soap on a washcloth.

You hear the sound of zipper being undone and your heart rate speeds up. You take a few deep breaths, knowing that once this happens, things between the two of you change.

The curtain is slid back in the back of the shower.

“And you’re absolutely sure,” he says and you exhale a shaky breath.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You say with your back turned toward him. You can feel his presence behind you. It’s large, bigger and taller than you. You take a deep breath as you step to the side, letting his body hit the water. You both steal glances at the other’s bodies. The tension is thick, the water hot and steam rises in the shower. Seunghyun lets the water roll down his body while you check out his back. His muscles contract when he smooths his hands over his now wet hair. You gingerly touch the soaped wash cloth to it; he freezes under your touch. You make small circles with the wash cloth, letting it gently scrub his skin.

Seunghyun’s eyes flutter for a moment, the feeling is delicious against his skin. You scrub his back for a moment, before pulling it away slowly. The moment is tender, charged and tense all at the same time. It’s a trust exercise almost. Can you trust one another with something so vulnerable and real?

“You should wash up,” he says over his shoulder. You nod and step in his place. He takes the wash cloth from you, gently moving your hair over one shoulder to wash your back now. You bite your lip as your eyes close, the wash cloth gently scrubs at the skin on the back of your arm, over your shoulder and sides of your neck.

Seunghyun notices your limp state and continues down the back of your legs. You can feel him bend down, bracing himself with one hand on your leg the other using the wash cloth to wash your skin clean.

“That feels nice,” you admit sheepishly. He smiles, testing the waters he runs the cloth over the curve of your ass, you tense for a moment but tonight was about trust so you throw caution out the door, willing yourself to relax.

He stands back up, His chest ghosts over your back.

“Turn around,” he whispers in your ear just over the sound of the water. You take in a shaky breath.

No turning back.

You do as he said, slowly revealing yourself to him.

Vulnerable.

His face is unreadable. He cautiously reaches out with the wash cloth and touches the front of your neck with it. He waits a half second, allowing you to move away from him, to push his hand away, to do anything but you remain still and exposed. His eyes are locked on yours. He drags the cloth down your skin, the silky feeling of the soap on it.

“Can I?” he asks quietly as the cloth is on your collar bone. You simply nod and his eyes travel, continuing down your body with it. Taking your arms in his hand, washing both of them gently and intimately. The tension between you grows. The wash cloth caresses your stomach, Seunghyun bending down as he has to go lower. The water from the shower head washes off the soap on your stomach as he starts to wash your legs. Your hands instinctively go his wet hair, in this moment nothing else matters. Not the pain from Jiyong, not the arguments between you and Seunghyun, nothing but this moment right here.

He peers up at you, watching you as you look down at him. He washes the top of your feet, gently picking up your leg once you can balance to wash underneath it. Once he’s done with both feet, he places a gentle kiss to the bottom half of your stomach, your fingers curl into his hair; the spark of his lips on your bare skin surprising. You look down at him, Seunghyun’s eyes closed as his arms come around your waist, holding you close. You sit together for a moment, his lips nestled against your flesh, before he stands up slowly, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

You stare at each other for a moment, the water hitting both of you. You take the cloth from him, mimicking his actions, washing his body the way he did yours, his arms, legs, stomach and feet. Your fingers dance over his skin with care and precision.

Seunghyun’s heart thuds so loud he swears you can heart it. When you wash over his chest, he swears you can feel it.

Little did he know, you really could.

 Once he washes off, Seunghyun turns off the water. You both step out, drying off silently. The tension between you hasn’t fizzled. The heartache in your chest hasn’t left and your emotions are now in a frenzy.

How are you ever going to choose?

-

The two of you are laying in bed that night staring at each other.

“Are you ok?” he asks, true concern in his voice. You sigh and close your eyes.

“You were right,” you can’t meet his eyes, letting him hear it once more. His hand comes up to caress your face; his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek.

“If it means anything,” he begins as you both scrunch next to each other, “He didn’t have her stay the night.”

“Doesn’t really help.” He can feel the way you slightly shake, the emotions becoming evident despite your reprieve.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say as he holds you.

“It’s not your fault,” you say as you look up at him.

“I still don’t like seeing you sad. I should go kick his ass. Go wake him up and just give him a piece of my mind.” You can feel him start to move.

“No,” you pull him back.

“Just, leave it alone. Stay here, with me.” You nuzzle your head against his chest and your eyes shut ready to sleep.

“Fine,” he grumbles as he kisses the top of your head.

-

The next morning you wake up to the sound of the tv playing and the door to your room open to Jiyong’s. You stretch as you sit up, Jiyong entering the room as if he owns it.

“Where’s Seung,” you ask and Jiyong stiffens.

“Down stairs grabbing breakfast.”

“Are you even going to look at me?” you ask desperately. He doesn’t turn around, he doesn’t answer you. He instead walks over to Seunghyun’s suit case grabbing something out of it.

“Ji,” you get out of bed, in only Seunghyun’s t shirt and panties. He spares you a glance, his heart aching in his chest.

“I’m glad you two are working on things,” he smiles.

“I mean, we,” you go to speak but he cuts you off.

“Congrats, really. But I need to get ready. We have an interview today, rehearsals and the show tonight, it’s going to be a busy day.” He tries to step past you but you step in front of him, blocking him. His eyes still won’t quite meet yours.

“Last night really fucking hurt. If you care,” you mumble.

“Yeah, well you aren’t the only one hurting,” he mumbles back.

“What?” You couldn't hear his words clearly, or maybe you needed to be sure you heard what you thought you did again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he waves you off and goes to leave.

“So that’s it. We’re just done?”

“As long as you are married to my best friend, we have to be. I can’t hurt him like that.” His back is to you, the only thing you can see is his profile as he looks over his shoulder.

“Ji,” you practically whimper. His heart screams at him to turn around. To face you and even hold you. But he stays put.

“Look, what Seunghyun and I have,”

“Morning, baby!” Seunghyun strides in and kisses your lips. When he pulls away he see’s the pain in your eyes and looks back at Jiyong.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just needed a hair brush.” Jiyong holds up the brush in his hand before walking back into his room.

“You’re allowed to let Hae know and yet I can’t tell Jiyong. You were allowed to have someone but God forbid I do,” you whisper yell at him, pain and frustration clouding your mind. You grab your clothes to get ready.

-

You go with Big Bang to their interview that morning, you and Seunghyun know the drill by now. Look like you’re in love, be close, kiss, hug all the things couples do, but it’s the first time Jiyong has to really see it. It makes his stomach turn, watching you be happy with him. Especially when he knows part of it is fake.

If only he really knew.

“So, Seunghyun,” the interviewer begins.

“You’re recently married, congratulations! How are things going with y/n?” She asks. He smiles genuinely.

“Marriage isn’t easy,” he starts and glances at you, “There’s been a learning curve for sure, but I’m happy. Very very happy. We're really learning a lot about each other too. She's amazing. The most beautiful girl in the world." He blushes ever so slightly with a big smile.

“That’s wonderful, what do you guys think of y/n?” she asks the boys.

“Oh, man, you talk about a good meal. She’s a great cook.” Daesung compliments. You blush at his kind words.

“Her and Hyo-rin are best friends which means that we hang out pretty regularly. She’s so fun and just over all a great girl.” Taeyang chimes in.

“G-Dragon?” She asks and he looks up at the host with the best smile he muster.

“My hyung’s lucky, truly. Y/n is one of, if not the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. She’s always there if you need her, she’s so great with the fans, she’s got this way with animals too, remember when she brought you that baby squirrel she found and helped nurse it back to health?” Jiyong recalls and the guys reminisce over the memory.

"She had found it in a park,” Jiyong explains, “And it was just a baby, it was on the brink of death and in true y/n fashion she scoops the little thing up and is on google for over an hour learning about how to take care of them. Once he was strong enough he went to a little rehab facility to keep him safe."

“She named him, “Saja,” Jiyong chuckles.

“She said it’s because he’s tough like a lion.” Your heart swells at the way Jiyong’s eyes light up when he talks about you. Seunghyun seems to notice too.

“Careful now, they’ll start to think the two of you are married!” he says jokingly, but the playful elbow to the ribs doesn't exactly feel like a joke.

-

The show is in full swing that night, the crowd is amazing, the guys are singing, dancing, and making jokes on stage.

You watch from back stage, both boys throwing glances your way throughout the night causing your heartrate to sky rocket. The show ends and they all come running off stage. Jiyong’s instinct is to hug you, but he forces himself not to. The smile on his face is large but the way his eyes look when they meet yours; you can see the despair all too easily.

Seunghyun gives you a large, sweaty hug off stage along with a sloppy kiss. One that you can feel isn't as forced as they normally are.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here supporting me,” he says with a large grin.

“Fall apart, crash and burn,” you tease. Jiyong’s chest tightens and he excuses himself to the dressing room to clean up.

Seunghyun takes your hand leading you to his own dressing room to change.

“If you really want to tell Jiyong the truth, then I think you should,” he blurts out.

“Wait, you’d let me do that?” The excitement in your voice is too evident.

“If it’s going to make you happy.” He shrugs his shoulders as he comes out changed into a slightly more lowkey outfit. Perfect for dinner.

“You know this doesn’t mean I don’t want us to try,” you say as you walk up to him, your hand finding his abdomen.

“I know,” he says and kisses your forehead. His forehead rests against yours for a moment before you pull away.

“We just have a whole lot to work through,” you begin to explain and he stops you.

“Y/n, I know. That’s why I said, if you want to tell him, trust that he’ll keep it a secret, then tell him. But make sure he knows in front of people you have to be with me.” You nod your head and smile at him.

“Thank you, Seung,” you smile.

-

That night you plan to tell Jiyong everything. It’s late when you guys finished with dinner, and you’re about to ask to share Jiyong’s ride home when he informs you, he’s going out to another club.

“I really need to talk to you, though.”

“We can talk later.”

“Its important and private,” he see’s the look on your face. He thinks he knows exactly what you mean by private.

“No, I’m done with that.” He says lowly before shutting the door in your face. You look at the car, a shocked expression bestowed upon your own.

Back at the hotel, Jiyong is pulling yet another girl to his room, trying to lose himself in something other than his thoughts of you.

You’re waiting at his door, expecting another broad, when he walks up.

“Y/n?” he asks, his drunken state slowly starting to die down.

“Can I talk to you now?” You side eye the girl hanging on him.

“I’m a little busy.” He gestures to the girl on his arm. You roll your eyes and step out of the door way.

You walk into your hotel room, Seunghyun waiting on edge.

“Relax I didn’t tell him; he won’t let me hardly talk to him.”

“He thinks it’s over between you!” Seunghyun says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“What?”

“That’s why he’s doing this. He’s trying to get over you.” Seunghyun explains. All you can do is nod as you sit beside him on the bed. He can see the look of pain in your eyes. So he does, what he hopes will prove to you he's trying.

He gets up and knocks on Jiyong’s door.

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[jiuwaves]

Can't Get Enough.

❦ pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader.

❦ warnings ; entirely fluff!

Today, jiyong had been spamming your phone with texts and calls since early morning, which was something completely out of the ordinary. Sure, he usually texted you here and there, sweet messages or random updates, but this constant stream of notifications was something else entirely. 

At one point, he even asked if he could come over, which made you wonder if he didn’t have any work scheduled today.

-

By the time you wrapped up work and made it home in the evening, the lights were already on, a clear sign that Jiyong had come over. Strangely though, he was nowhere to be seen so you figured he was just somewhere around the apartment.

So you decided not to think much of it and headed straight for a shower.

The hot water felt amazing against your skin, washing away the long day. You took your time, letting yourself relax completely and by the time you stepped out, toweling your hair. You were already thinking about ordering some dinner, maybe something you and Jiyong could pick to eat together.

But the moment you opened the bathroom door, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

There he was, leaning casually against the wall across from the bathroom, arms crossed, a huge, mischievous grin on his face.

“Took you long enough.” he teased, pushing off the wall to walk over to you.

You barely managed to let out a yelp before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, ignoring the fact that you were still slightly damp from the shower.

"Jiyong!" you laughed, trying to wriggle away, but he only held on tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I missed you.” he mumbled, his voice low and sincere, completely different from his earlier playful tone.

You softened immediately, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his back. His warmth, his familiar scent, it made your chest ache a little in the best way.

“I was only gone for a few hours.” you said, half-laughing.

"Waayy too long..” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple and then another to your cheek and another, until you were giggling into his shoulder, scolding him half-heartedly.

"Stop it.” you said, laughing as you lightly pushed at his chest. 

"Let me get changed at least."

"Absolutely not.” Jiyong grinned, mischievously lowering the towel from your head down over your face.

"I swear-“ you started, but before you could get another word out, he had you completely blinded by the towel, smothering your face with kisses.

You squealed, trying to fend him off blindly, but he was relentless, pressing messy, playful kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, wherever he could reach. His laughter mixed with yours, filling the space between you with pure, stupid, overwhelming happiness.

“Stop it!” you protested, though you were giggling too hard for it to sound even a little serious.

"You're too cute.” he said between kisses, voice muffled as he attacked your nose next. 

"I can't help it."

You finally wrestled the towel completely off your face, giving him your best glare, though it was pretty ineffective considering you were still smiling like an idiot.

"Go order food or something.” you said, poking his forehead. 

"Before I kick you out."

Jiyong laughed, hands raised in surrender. 

"Alright, alright."

Still grinning, he stole one last quick kiss, a soft one on your lips this time before backing away dramatically like he was giving you space.

"I'll order your favorite.” he promised, already fishing out his phone as he made his way toward the living room.

You shook your head, watching him go with a fond smile before finally heading into your bedroom to get changed, the sound of him muttering to himself about the menu filling the cozy space around you.

By the time you finished changing into something cozy, the scent of something delicious already filled the apartment or maybe that was just your imagination because you were starving. You wandered back out into the living room to find Jiyong sprawled out on the couch, his phone tossed aside, and a victorious look on his face.

"Food’s ordered.” he announced proudly, patting the empty spot beside him. 

"Now come here."

You didn’t even hesitate. With a little laugh, you crossed the room and flopped down next to him only for him to immediately tug you into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. He tucked you against his side, resting his chin on top of your head. For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. You just listened to the steady beat of his heart and the soft hums he made under his breath as he absentmindedly played with your fingers.

"You know.” you said after a while, voice muffled against his chest. 

“You're ridiculously clingy today."

Jiyong just smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Yeah.” he said softly. 

"Get used to it."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart felt full, too full, in the best, most overwhelming way. You looked up at him, about to say something, but a soft knock at the door pulled you both out of your little bubble.

"The food’s here!" Jiyong said brightly, reluctantly untangling himself from you to go grab it, leaving you stretching out on the couch, feeling way too comfortable and a little lazy.

He returned quickly, carefully balancing the bags in his arms and kicking the door shut behind him. The smell hit you instantly, your favorite dishes, still warm and steaming.

"Come on, get up now." he said, setting the bags down on the coffee table with a grin.

"Give me a second..." you groaned, still stretching out lazily.

But before you could finish, Jiyong reached over and pulled you closer mid-stretch, making you topple into him with a soft laugh.

"You’ve made me wait long enough today." he said, wrapping his arms around you like you might escape otherwise. 

You huffed a laugh against his shoulder, too amused to fight him. He tightened his hold for a second before letting you go just enough to grab a container from the bag.

"Here.” he said, popping it open. 

"Open your mouth."

You gave him a look. 

"That’s not even mine!”

Jiyong just shrugged, the most innocent smile spreading across his face. 

"It’s all for you, I promise."

You eyed the food skeptically, then him, and back at the food. 

"Uh-huh. I see how it is. Stealing my dinner."

"Not stealing!" he protested, holding up the bite as if it were some priceless treasure.

"Just... sharing. You know, for us."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile was undeniable. 

"You’re ridiculous."

"Only for you.” he said, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before nudging the bite closer to your lips.

You sighed dramatically, but leaned forward anyway, letting him feed you. His eyes lit up as you took the bite, clearly waiting for your approval.

“Now was that so hard?“ he grinned, far too proud of himself.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart softened anyway. 

"You're so extra.” you said with a little chuckle, taking another bite. 

"This is supposed to be my dinner, but you're acting like it's the last meal on earth."

Jiyong smirked, nudging closer to you, his arms already back around your waist.

"You're welcome." he teased, as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

You shook your head in mock exasperation, trying to pull away to grab more food, but Jiyong wasn't having any of it. He pulled you back into him, his hands settling on your sides, fingers gently tracing patterns against your skin. He leaned in again, planting a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

"Are you planning on letting me eat?" you said, trying to take a bite, but Jiyong just tightened his hold around you, his arms like a baby koala, refusing to let go.

You tried to wiggle free, but he wasn’t budging. His arms were wrapped so tightly around your waist, you felt like you were part of a cozy little bundle, completely trapped but not in a bad way, of course.

"I swear, if you keep this up, I’ll end up starving.” you teased, using your free hand to try to sneak another bite.

"No starving allowed.” Jiyong mumbled, voice muffled against your skin as he shifted just enough to sneak another kiss along your collarbone. 

"I’m here to make sure you're fed... and loved."

"Uh-huh, right.” you laughed, trying to pull away to get another bite. 

"You're more interested in hugging me than feeding me."

"I’ll feed you in a minute.” he said dramatically, his hands coming up to gently stroke your hair, his lips brushing against your skin.

You couldn't help but smile at how ridiculously clingy he was being. Even as you tried to grab a forkful of food, he kept following you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, your jaw, anywhere he could reach. You finally gave in, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder as you gave up on trying to eat in peace. 

"You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it.” he said, a smug grin in his voice.

"Maybe I do.” you murmured, leaning into him, surrendering to his cuddles, even if it meant you were no longer getting any food. 

At least, not for now.

After a while and after much negotiation you finally managed to eat a little, with Jiyong still half-draped over you like some oversized, stubborn blanket.

Once you were both full and the food containers were abandoned on the coffee table, a lazy, satisfied silence settled over the room. You shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but Jiyong immediately whined and tugged you right back down onto the couch.

"Stop moving..“ he mumbled sleepily, his voice thick and heavy with drowsiness.

You let out a soft laugh, feeling his arms tighten around your waist again, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. Giving up, you rested your head against his chest, feeling his slow, steady heartbeat under your ear.

“Again, you’re so unbelievable.” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"You’re comfy, come on." he replied, half-asleep already.

You closed your eyes too, feeling your body relax against his warmth. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your back, slower and slower, until eventually, they stopped altogether.

Somewhere between the warmth of the room, the fullness of your stomach, and the steady comfort of his arms around you, you drifted off, tangled up with him on the couch, completely wrapped up in each other.

And honestly, there was no other place else you’d rather be at right now anyway.

[ldydeath]

I Belong To You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 30TH

Summary: You've been keeping a secret from your husband and decide to surprise him on the encore night of his Korean concert. Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: 18+, MDNI, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship, lots of fluff Author's Note: I can't believe today is the last day of the challenge. I am crying as I post this. Thank you to everyone who particpated in this challenge, I love you all so much. Hope you guys enjoy this, I decided to give my boy the fairytale ending he deserves to closeout the challenge. This is also kind of a part two to My Heaven but waaaaaaaaaaay in the future. You can check that fic out here. You don't need to read that one to understand this one.

“Are you sure you’re ok by yourself?” Jiyong pouted from your shared bed. 

You’d been sick for a couple weeks now, which was horrible timing. Jiyong had always loved having you attend rehearsals, video shoots, filmings, and concerts over the years. You’d become his life line when it all got to be too much. You’d missed the majority of the rehearsals, due to your illness but you’d sucked it up for night one of his tour. You’d both agreed after you’d gotten home and he’d tucked you into bed that you shouldn’t go tonight. It was unseasonably cold, the show being delayed due to the snow and Jiyong had had half a mind to send you home during the delay last night but you had insisted and he wanted you there.

“Yeah, I can always call someone if I get worse. Go. Have fun. Daesung’s already promised to FaceTime me so I don’t miss a thing.” 

Jiyong let out a sigh and leaned down to kiss your forehead, not wanting to catch whatever you had. He hated leaving you like this. He knew that no matter what you said, he would worry about you regardless. You were his entire world and any little small thing that bothered you bothered him too.

“I love you, get some rest.” 

“I love you too. I won’t move from this spot, I promise.” He chuckled at you before climbing out of bed. He paused at the door and frowned. “You’re going to be late, Ji.” He sighed as he turned, exiting the room. 

Once you were sure he was gone, you slid out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom. You only had about an hour to get ready and get to the venue. What Jiyong didn’t know was that you weren’t sick - not really, anyway. Sure you were throwing up every five minutes and food was against you, but it was because you were pregnant. Jiyong was finally going to have his dreams come true and you couldn’t wait to tell him. 

You’d had this planned for weeks now, missing rehearsals to coordinate with Youngbae and Daesung on how exactly you’d be surprising him. It was going to be cute, it was going to be flashy, it was going to be very Jiyong. You just needed to get there and sneak backstage without being noticed by your ever observant husband. 

You got out of the shower and pulled up your phone, a missed FaceTime already and a text. 

You must be sleeping. I’m at sound check and wanted you to see the set up so I could see the crowd better. I’ll send you the video in a few. I love you.

As you finished reading a new text popped up, a text from Jiyong with a video. You clicked play, watching him on a scooter as he zoomed around the stadium. He would. You let out a giggle, shaking your head. 

You’re crazy, Dragon. I love you more. 🖤

You got ready quickly, Jiyong’s glam team would be doing your hair and makeup once you arrived since you’d be on camera. You just needed your outfit. An easy choice, since everyone would be in “I love GD” shirts. You’d had yours modified to say the same but instead of GD it said GDBD.

The car was waiting once you entered the garage of the apartment complex and you slid in. You knew Jiyong would be finishing up his outfit and you prayed he didn’t try to FaceTime you before the show. Thankfully, he didn’t. Steve, your personal security detail was waiting when you pulled up and escorted you into the stadium. The sound of your husband's voice filled the cool night air and you smiled as you made your way to the warmth of his suite.  

Thankfully his evening would be filled with quick changes and he wouldn’t be back in here until the show was over. You opened the door, your friends waiting on the other side and you smiled as you saw Youngbae and Daesung. It was weird that they knew you were pregnant when Jiyong didn’t, but it was all part of the master plan. 

“Hi Y/N” Daesung greeted, pulling you into a hug. Youngbae followed suit. 

“The video is ready?” You moved further in the room, setting your back down before taking a seat. 

“Yes. We’re gonna do a couple songs and then when Jiyong asks what we should do next that’s your cue. The video will play and then you’ll take the stage.” Youngbae confirmed. 

“Perfect. I really appreciate you guys being a part of it.” 

“Hey, you’re family. Have been for a long time.”

You nodded, the glam team getting to work on your makeup. You’d met all three guys when they’d first started out in the industry, covering their first interview as a group . You and Jiyong fell for each other that day, you’d been inseparable ever since. When he’d proposed to you all those years ago nobody had been shocked. 

You’d somehow found time to get married between his solo tour and military services and now that you were pregnant it was like the final piece of the puzzle was finally complete. 

An hour later it was show time, the guys kissed your cheek as they headed out and you waited until Home Sweet Home was in its final verse before heading to your spot. There had been too much planning for it to be ruined by an accidental spotting. 

“What should we play next?” Jiyong teased as the crowd cheered.  Daesung and Youngbae looked at each other with a hint of mischief in their eyes. 

“What about Yeorobun?” Daesung sang with a tease. Jiyong laughed and just before Youngbae could retaliate the video started playing. 

Jiyong looked on confused as he saw a video montage of him and you with a cut to a sonogram phone and the words coming soon. The crowd began cheering like crazy and that’s when he saw you. You were here. He should’ve known you’d be here no matter what. The confusion on his face turning to a grin as he ran over to you. 

“You’re pregnant?” He whispered. You nodded.

The tears Jiyong had been fighting to hold back all night leaked from his eyes as he pulled you in for a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he picked you off the ground, spinning you around. 

“I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled into the microphone as he placed you back down on the ground, his arm staying firmly wrapped around you. 

The crowd cheered around you both and you let out a laugh, turning to wipe the tears off Jiyong’s face. He took his hat off, hiding his face as he let the emotions consume him, his hand squeezing into your arm. He’d wanted this for so long and was finally happening. All he’d ever wanted was you, to spend the rest of his life with you, and to have a family with you. All of his dream were coming true. 

“Congratulations Hyung!” Daesung’s voice boomed from the mic as him and Youngbae crossed the stage. 

Jiyong laughed, removing his hat and shaking his head at his friends. Both men wrapped their friend in a tight group hug before pulling you in for a hug, Jiyong watched on with a grin on his face. 

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Dragon?” Youngbae asked as he pulled back from the hug. 

“Excited, nervous? Tired.” You joked. 

Jiyong smirked as he pulled you into his side, his lips brushing against the top of your head. 

“We have a couple more songs, are you staying out?” You shook your head at your husband. “Say bye to Mrs. Dragon everyone!” 

The crowd cheered as you left the stage and you were met backstage by hugs from the crew, Chaerin, and Jiyong’s parents. You all watched together as the guys played some old classics, a small smile on your face, wishing another member had been able to make it out. 

Once the show was over Jiyong practically ran of the stage only to be stopped by the crew to congratulate you, his eyes frantically searching for you and he grinned when he found you. Your back was to him, talking animatedly to his mother. Jiyong could only imagine what you were talking about. He excused himself from his crew and came up behind you, arms wrapping protectively around you. He smiled to his mom before leading you away from the crowd. 

There were so many things he wanted to say to you, so many things he wanted to do to you, but there was still so much he had to do. Between the group photos and meet and greets he found himself getting antsy to go. Even if going was to an after party he wanted to skip all together. You refused when he whispered the idea to you between photos. This was his return to the stage after 8 years there was no way he was missing his after party.

That’s how you found yourself sandwiched between him and Youngbae as a cake was presented. Jiyong was taking it easier than he usually would at a party like this, your mind flashing back to his album release - he’d drank for you both, you’d just found out that morning you were pregnant and had fed him some line about being too full to drink. You’d only kept it a secret for so long because of how badly he wanted to be a dad. You knew first trimester miscarriages were common and didn’t want to get his hopes up. Tonight has been perfect though, you were almost out of the woods and now he knew and was doing his best to not drink. 

Jiyong did his best to make his rounds and thank everyone for their support but all he wanted was you and to celebrate the only thing that really mattered. 

“Let’s go home?” He was hopeful, his eyes big and wide as he practically begged you to leave, causing you to laugh. 

“Alright, let’s go.” His hand slid into yours as he led you out of the party and into the awaiting car. 

The ride home was silent, Jiyong still so overcome with emotions his mind was swirling. He’d already planned out the penthouse remodel in his mind, counted every space that needed to be baby proofed, knew exactly what type of mural he wanted to put in the nursery by the time the car was parked in the garage. The good thing was, you were already going on tour with him so the remodal would be done with minimal disruption to your everyday life. He couldn’t wait to tell you all the ideas he’d come up with.

His arms wound their way around your body as you entered your home and you smiled as you leaned into him. It felt like a weight had been lifted now that Jiyong knew you were pregnant. He led you through the house and towards your shared bedroom, guiding you onto the bed. He unwound himself from you as he slid out of his jacket. He hovered over you, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. 

Your arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. You needed him and Jiyong was happy to give you all of himself. His hands trailed down your side, stopping at the hem of your shirt and slowly lifted it up and over your head. You followed suit, removing his shirt and took a second to take in his appearance. 

He’d been slowly getting back into concert shape as he called it, his muscles more prominent now than they had been a few months ago, his tattoos popping in the light. Jiyong smirked as he noticed your stare.

“Like what you see?” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him back to you. 

Jiyong’s lips were back on yours, his tongue darting out, begging for entrance. Your lips parted, your tongues meeting in a dance. His hands slid down your body to your waist once again and he carefully removed your pants, his fingers toying with the fabric of your panties. You moaned into his mouth and he smirked as his lips moved from yours to your neck.

He sucked your neck gently, not enough to leave a mark, just enough to taste your skin as his lips glided across your skin and down your body before trailing back up to your lips. He slid your panties off, his finger sliding past your slick folds. He swallowed another moan and your hands moved hungrily to his jeans, undoing his button and fly as you pushed his pants down. 

He inserted another finger as he pumped inside you, and you moaned at how hard he already was as you cupped him through his boxers. You pushed his boxers down, his cock springing free as you wrapped your hand around him giving him a couple pumps. 

“Ji, please. I need you.” You begged against his mouth. 

Jiyong, always eager to please you, positioned himself between your legs, he entered you slowly, inch by inch and moaned as your walls tightened around him. He removed himself completely, his tip hovering just outside your entrance before he entered you again just as slowly as before.

Jiyong thrusted in and out of you slowly, your back arching to meet his thrusts. His lips stayed connected with yours, his arms propping him up. His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with so much love. Your fingers clawed at his back, urging him to move faster and he did. His hand slipping between your bodies, his finger rubbing small circles around your clit. 

You swallowed each other's moans and he brought you closer to the edge. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on, not when everything felt so good. Your fingers clutching to his skin like he was your life line as his hips bucked against yours faster.

“Come for me, Aein.” He mumbled against your lips.

That was all it took for you to come undone, your walls clenching against him as your orgasm finally hit in beautiful waves. His finger continued to rub circles around your clit as you road it out, his thrusts getting faster. He removed his hand as you collapsed onto the bed and with one final thrust he came inside you. 

He collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crock of your neck and he left a trail of sloppy kisses on your skin. 

“I love you.” He whispered against your skin, “I love you so fucking much.” He carefully pulled out of you, coming to rest at your side.

“I love you too, Ji.” You rolled onto your side to face him. His arms wrapping around you to pull you closer to him. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to be a family!” He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of his dreams coming true. 

You reached up, wiping the stray tear from his cheek and gave him a gentle kiss. This was everything you’d ever wanted. Seeing Jiyong so happy made you happy. You knew he was going to be the best father, he was already the best husband. You’d really hit the jackpot with him.

“You’re going to be such an amazing father, Jiyong. Our kids are going to be so lucky and so loved.”

“I’m going to quit smoking…and drinking. I want to be here for you every step of the way. I know it’ll be hard with the tour, but I’m not missing anything.” You chuckled and kissed him again before sliding out of his arms and out of the bed.

Reaching for your robe, you slid it on and walked over to the closet, pulling down a box. It contained the sonogram photo and a bracelet that you’d gotten Jiyong when you found out. Handing it to him he raised a brow at you before opening it up. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at the photo. That was his baby. 

“That’s our baby dragon.” He whispered. 

You nodded as you moved to sit beside him, taking the bracelet out and handing it to him. It was a cheesy little “World’s Greatest Dad” bracelet but to Jiyong it was everything. He took it from you and slid it onto his arm, the same one that had his red string. 

“I’m going to live up to this bracelet, I promise.” 

"You already have."

He pulled you back to his side, his hand still holding the photo as he wrapped his arm around you. You two were his whole world and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you both safe and to make sure you only knew peace and love for the rest of your lives. Jiyong hadn’t always been dealt the best hand in this life, but you’d always found a way to pull him out of the darkness. Now was his turn to show you just how much you meant to him, forever. You were giving him the greatest gift - the gift of life. A gift he’d thank you for for the rest of his life.

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[gds-daisy]

do yall hear something purring?

[breakmeoffrecs]

BIG BANG RECS

🔥 spicy scenes / 💖 fluffy scenes / 😔 angsty scenes / 🎈 funny scenes

T.O.P (T.O.P x Thanos series) 💖🔥🔥😔 - @nerdydoll-com

T.O.P & GD Masterlists 💖🔥🔥😔- @bettelaboure

T.O.P & GD (series and one-shots)💖🔥😔 - @loveesiren

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GD, T.O.P, Dae & Mixed 💖🔥 - @emmiesoverthemoon

Seunghyun 💖🔥- @berfgrimm

Seunghyun (How it All Began series) 💖🎈🔥- @infinetlyforgotten

Jiyong, Seunghyun & Daesung 🔥🔥💖- @gds-daisy

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[steponupbabe]

what a little whore i’m gonna get him pregnant

[undisclosedcassie]

you’re kwon jiyongs girlfriend pt. 4 <3333

i got class in like 5 hours and haven’t slept, but i wanted to post one of these. so it’s kinda rushed and ass but oh well

[nikolairiddle]

Me too, baby, me too

[makeitworse]

BETTER GET YOURS!

「 day 27 ☆ bigbang april challenge 」

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blink. “wait— is that me??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not well.

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

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

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

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

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

your eyes widen. “bom!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“where, hah… is this c—”

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

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

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

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

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

only then, you realise: he’s jealous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

right?

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

maybe he’s questioning it all too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oppa, don’t mess up my hair.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blink, scoffing. “me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then a voice echoes from around the corner.

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

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

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

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

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

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[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (3)

summary: after the scandal shattered your world, Daesung is there to pick up the pieces. until the truth is revealed.

You lost everything.

Your career, your reputation, the love of your life - all gone in a slow, public collapse that made front-page news.

Every morning, you woke up waiting for the next headline. For the next article or tweet to twist your name into something even uglier.

GDragon’s Ex Leaks Tour Footage Producer Turned Traitor Insider Betrayal Ruins Big Bang Legacy

You’d long since been let go from your job. The word “liability” now echoed in every rejection email. Even when they didn’t say it outright, you could feel it hanging there.

A shadow on your shoulders. A stain you couldn’t scrub off.

The apartment was suffocating in its silence. Iye was gone. The shelves were dusty. The bed too cold. You moved through your days like a ghost, wrapped in oversized hoodies, waiting for a cease-and-desist letter to arrive at your door.

And it never came.

Until he did.

A soft knock on your door. You hesitated, unsure if it was someone from the press - until you peeked through the peephole and saw him.

Daesung.

A quiet smile and a Lego set tucked under his arm.

You stepped aside, wordlessly letting him in.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You sat cross-legged on the living room floor, the pieces scattered between you like a puzzle of the person you used to be.

Neither of you spoke for a long time. The clinking of plastic bricks filled the silence. And then:

"How are you, really?" he asked gently.

You didn’t look up.

“I’m waiting for his team to sue me,” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke. It wasn’t. “Every time I check the mail I think, ‘This is it. They’re finally going to destroy me completely.’”

Daesung sighed, his hands stilling. “They tried.”

You froze.

“But Jiyong stopped it,” he continued. “He refused to let it go forward.”

Your throat tightened.

“He still cares,” Daesung added quietly.

“Not enough,” you whispered, your voice cracking at the edges.

Your hands trembled as you tried to snap a tiny blue brick into place. You blinked fast, but it was no use. The tears came before you could stop them.

“I’m so alone,” you said, barely a whisper.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

You sobbed quietly against him. And he didn’t let go. Not once.

“I miss everything,” you mumbled. “The job. The apartment. Him.”

“I know.”

You pulled back slightly, your cheeks damp, your eyes swollen.

And then… there was a moment.

A long, still breath between you both. His hands still rested gently on your arms. Your face inches from his. And for a second, you thought he might -

But Daesung withdrew. Slowly. Carefully.

“I'm sorry,” he said softly. “You're still hurting. And in love with Jiyong."

You laughed bitterly, blinking back fresh tears. “Yeah, pathetic, isn't it? God, I need to move on already. I'm sure he's already onto the next."

“Don't say that.” Daesung said. "You're Jiyong and y/n... I don't think anyone could imagine you two with someone else. Even Jiyong."

You looked down, pulling at the cuff of your sock.

“Well, before you became a couple at least,” he mumbled quietly, turning over a Lego piece in his hand.

You looked up, staring at him.

“I liked you,” he admitted. “When we first met. I wanted to ask you out. But then…” he trailed off.

“Timing,” you muttered.

He smiled sadly. “Yeah. Timing.”

You leant back, letting the silence return. You stared down at the half-finished Lego structure. It was messy, crooked. Like you.

“I’m going to get better,” you said suddenly. “I have to. I’m tired of feeling like this. I need to… move on. From him. From everything.”

Daesung nodded. “What do you need? Whatever it is, I’ll help you.”

You hesitated. "I just want to feel something other than this. Something other than sad, angry, tired... disappointed.”

He was silent for a moment. “Well... I have an idea. It always works for me.”

You blinked at him, suspicious. “Should I be worried?

He just smiled. “Get your shoes.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The heater in Daesung’s car was a little too warm, and the air smelled faintly of the watermelon gum he always kept in the cupholder.

You were curled in the passenger seat, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, staring at the streetlights flicking by.

“Dae,” you groaned, eyeing the dashboard clock. “I really don’t want to do karaoke right now.”

“We’re not going to karaoke,” he said, as he rolled the windows down. All the way down.

The wind hit you instantly, cold and sharp and shocking, and then he cranked the radio up, volume climbing until the speakers buzzed.

The intro of Since U Been Gone came on, that familiar guitar riff slipping into your chest like it had been waiting for you.

“This is not better,” you laughed, voice barely cutting over the music. “What are we doing?!”

Daesung didn’t answer. He just turned the wheel, merging onto an open stretch of road, city lights melting into streaks around you. He grinned like a man with a secret.

“This,” he shouted, “isn’t karaoke.”

You stared at him.

“Now sing.”

“No.”

“SING.”

“Dae - ”

“COME ON,” he yelled, already launching into the chorus with so much conviction you were startled. “And all you'd ever hear me say - !”

You stared at him, torn between horror and hysterics.

“Is how I pictured me with you!” he continued, dramatically pointing at you. “That's all you'd ever hear me say - ”

You broke.

You cracked right open.

And then you screamed the lyrics with him - loud, raw, desperate.

"BUT SINCE YOU BEEN GONE!”

The wind whipped through your hair. Your voice tore out of your throat, carried with the cold air like a release.

You stuck your head halfway out the window, breath catching, eyes burning, the cold wind like a shot of adrenaline.

You couldn’t stop.

Every line of the song felt like it had lived in your ribs for years, waiting for this exact night.

You and Daesung were practically screaming, gasping from laughing between lyrics, your voices ragged but real.

The car flew through the quiet city, past midnight streets and blinking lights, with you two as the only chaos left awake.

When the song ended, he didn’t say anything. Neither did you.

The gentle quiet that followed was calm and not suffocating.

He glanced at you out the corner of his eye and saw your cheeks flushed from wind, lips curled into something like a real smile - not the practiced, hollow one.

The real thing.

“Better?” he asked, quieter now.

You looked at him, chest rising and falling fast.

For the first time in weeks, maybe months, you weren’t numb. You felt the burn in your lungs, the sting in your eyes, the ache in your jaw from smiling too hard.

You felt everything.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Better.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like that - not good, not healed - but free.

Alive.

You turned back to look at Daesung and he was watching the road, eyes glassy with the wind and something else - that soft warmth that always came with him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

And maybe nothing had changed. But something in you had.

The slump you’d been trapped in felt a little looser. The grief, a little lighter.

You looked over at him again, heart thudding a little steadier.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He reached over blindly and took your hand, squeezing it.

“Anytime.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Your life looked different now.

There was no camera crew chasing you, no curated social feeds, no extravagant tour buses or flashing lights. Just a tiny café near your new apartment and a simple routine you’d grown to love.

You poured flower-shaped foam into cappuccinos and listened to the hum of radio music under soft morning light. You still missed the old world. But it was a memory now - faded, fragile, and far away.

Now it was just you, Y/n from the café.

And Daesung.

He still came by often. Always with a crooked smile and something ridiculous to say. He’d sit by the window, sipping the coffee you made for him - always with a little heart drawn in the foam - and wait for your shift to end so he could walk you home.

On Thursdays, he made you dinner. It started casually, when he realised you barely remembered to eat. Now it was a ritual.

It was the best part of your week.

No talk of the past. No talk of him.

Until today.

Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing - five, six, seven calls in a row.

Your manager gave you a raised brow from the register. “Either answer it or switch it off, hon.”

You chuckled under your breath and pulled the device from your apron pocket.

And froze.

Ji 🖤

The name blazed across the screen like a ghost risen from the dead. You hadn't even changed his contact name since he blocked you. A photo of him holding a tiny, fuzzy Iye haunting you.

Your fingers trembled. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

The ringtone kept playing like a slow taunt. Your heart slammed against your ribs. You stared at it until the call ended - only for it to start again a second later.

Eventually, you powered it off.

“Didn’t want to answer?” your manager asked, concerned.

You shook your head slowly. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t.

A chill followed you the rest of the shift, even as the café filled with the comfort of clinking cups and low chatter. You were wiping down tables when the bell above the door chimed again.

Daesung.

But he didn’t smile this time. He didn’t order a drink or tease you about your latte art.

He just sat by the window, biting his nail, leg bouncing anxiously.

You knew something was wrong.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Your shift ended.

He carefully helped you into your coat, and the two of you walked together in silence.

The sky was a deep grey, the air crisp with the promise of winter. You tried talking - anything to break the tension.

“So what do you want to cook tonight? I bought those mushrooms you like - ”

“I need to tell you something,” he cut in gently.

You stopped walking, pausing in front of your apartment.

“There’s been a development in the case. Your name’s been cleared.”

You blinked. “What?”

“They found out it was someone at your old company. They impersonated you, hacked your credentials to access the footage. It’s all confirmed.”

You turned away, pulling your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Y/n - ”

“It doesn’t,” you said sharply, stepping inside and heading straight to the kitchen. “At least now I won’t end up in court. That’s something.”

He followed, watching as you set out the cutting board and knives.

“Maybe you should go to court and sue whoever it was,” he said quietly. “Make them pay.”

“Let Jiyong sue them. He’s already having his legal team handle it, right?”

You began unpacking ingredients from your fridge. Daesung hesitated.

“He is,” he admitted.

You let out a soft, humourless laugh. “He couldn’t believe me until he had cold, hard evidence. Not a phone call. Not a conversation. Not even a question. Just silence.”

Daesung started chopping in your place, the kitchen filling with quiet sounds of preparation. A kind of peace.

Dinner was simple and warm - a spicy stir fry and soda, your new usual.

Then his phone buzzed on the table.

Jiyong.

He looked at you. “Should I answer?”

You scoffed. “Sure. Let him know you’re having dinner with me.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “He knows, y/n. I told him I’ve stayed in touch with you. We fought about it. For a couple weeks. Then he stopped bringing it up.”

“Too tired to fight anymore?” you murmured.

“Too scared to lose anyone else.”

You didn’t reply. Just stood and fetched the bottle of wine. You poured two glasses and handed him one.

“I thought you stopped drinking,” he said gently.

“I did.”

He raised a brow.

“This is a celebration,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’m no longer the world’s favourite backstabbing bitch.”

He accepted the glass, and you clinked yours gently against his. The wine tasted sharp. Almost sweet.

The two of you curled up on the couch and started a movie, horrors were your favourite.

And he never said a word in protest, but you were starting to suspect that maybe, despite his assurance he was happy to watch too, he was less of a fan. You'd occasionally catch his eyes squeezed shut or feel him jolt at the jump scares.

When it got late, you glanced over at him, voice soft. “Will you stay?”

He looked at you for a moment and nodded. “Yeah. I will.”

You turned off the lights and pulled the blanket over both of you. His arms found you naturally, curling around your waist, anchoring you in the moment.

And to him.

Just before sleep stole you, you felt his lips brush against your hairline.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

When morning came, the sun peeked softly through the curtains. The room was still. Warm.

And Daesung was gone.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

i fear i would have picked up...

also dae singing kelly clarkson? let's not question it and live in fantasy land together ok? great 🤣

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[uuchii]

Unexpected Shift - PROLOGUE ~ Kwon Jiyong

Pairings: Kwon jiyong x Fem!Reader

Summary: you just transferred into another school after getting suspended, you just didn't know that you we're going to get stolen something on your first day.

Warnings: 2000s Highschool AU! Might be ooc (i am so sorry 🙏) , jiyong being kind of an asshole to reader?, bad grammer (english isnt my first language), a bit rushed since i made this in the middle of the night, slowburn enemies to lovers trope type of thing.

Author's note: this kinda sucks lol, its also my first ever series, im not sure if this fic would be doing good, so I'll see if you guys want another part xx

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God, you felt your head ache just by thinking of it.

You didn't know why, it just happened. It was like a blur. you just got suspended at your school recently after you got into a fight and stabbed a classmate with a sharp pencil at the back, obviously your parents we're upset.

You we're a magnet for trouble, you just couldn't help it. You we're always independent to your decisions, yourself. Even if you try to convince yourself that you want to change, trouble finds through you. Like this one time.. you accidentally broke the classroom's window and your parents has to pay for it.

But it was also kind of a relief, you hated that school anyway, it was time to transfer into another school that could make you atleast change a bit.

And.. thats where you are, right now.

There you stood at the entrance of the school building with anticipation and uncertainty.. students and teachers past by you in the background, the wind gently breezes through your hair. You sighed as you gripped onto the straps of your bag behind you.

"i didn't expect this place would be so big.." you thought to yourself, you looked around in awe as you slowly started to walk towards the entrance.. until you bumped into someone, making your wallet (that was on your skirt's pocket) down to the ground.

"oh god- im so sorry-" you quickly apologized, you looked up to see a boy that seems to be the same age as you, His features are softer and less defined.. his hair appears to be short and dark, likely styled in a simple and casual manner, laid back look.

"its alright." He smiles. "You okay though?"

You nod "yeah.. im sorry again." With that you started to walk away in embarrassment. He stood there watching you walk away, but he spots your wallet and picked it up, assuming it was yours. he looked back at you knowing you would disappear before he could give this to you. "Yah! You forgot your wallet! He shouts.

That immediately grabbed your attention, and quickly went back to grab your wallet. "Oh, thank you."

"no worries." He nods in acknowledgement as he gives you a a grin before walking away. You watched him walk away and turned your attention back to the wallet and checked it first just incase.

"wait.. where's the money?!" You thought, you looked to the direction he walked from, trying to spot him but he was nowhere to be seen. You just realized that you have been stolen on your first day, especially that money was supposed to be for lunch.

Annoyance rises inside you. "That asshole.."

..

It took you a bit long to find your classroom but thankfully a teacher helped you on your way. You could hear laughter, chatting behind that door.. reluctantly knocked on the door twice.. it didn't take long to someone open the door, revealing the homeroom teacher, he greeted you with a warm smile. "Ah your the new transfere. Come in, come in." He gestured you inside, stepping back for you to enter.

you we're greeted by the sight of students talking loudly, some we're even sleeping, girls doing their makeup, taking pictures snd using their flip phones.. You stood infront of the class behind the white board.. the teacher stood beside you as he cleared his throat, trying to grab everyone in the class's attention.

"Everyone, settle down! We have a new student to join us today." His words seems to caught the students attention, their gazes seemed to point directly at you. You looked around at everyone, you couldn't help but feel like you we're being judged.

"miss, can you introduce yourself?" The teacher asked. You didn't have a choice everyone is already looking at you expecting for you to introduce. "Hello, im Y/N L/N." You just said your name, nothing else. Slience turned into hushed whispers before the teacher broke it off. "Okay, Y/N you can take a seat."

You nodded as you slowly made your way to find an empty seat, but then you spotted a familiar face.. it was the same guy that bumped into you and stole your money!

He then felt like someone is staring at him, he turned to look and there they made eye contact.

You could feel your annoyance creeping in yet again, you wanted to confront him but unfortunately you can't, you didn't want to cause a scene on your first day. Though, he could feel it. He gave you a sly smirk and gave you a small wave. It made you even pissed since how nonchalantly greets you after stealing your money.

You just scoffed and eventually you found a seat that wasnt that far away from him. You could still feel like he's staring at you.

His seatmate beside him looking between you two as he noticed the interaction. "Jiyong-ah, you know her?" He asked.

Jiyong just chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. "No, we just had an encounter earlier." His gaze was still onto her.

After class dismissed, you looked around as you see your classmates preparing to leave, this was your chance to confront to him.

You got up from your seat, you turned around and there he was laughing with his friends, talking to them.. a frown formed on your lips as you began to walk towards them. Of course his friends noticed you and then Jiyong.

"give me back my money." You said, straight to the point, You didn't look away from him. But he just chuckled. "I dont know what you're talking about."

"seriously? Your just going to pretend you didn't steal from me?" You scoffed, god you wanted to punch him so bad for his ignorance!

"i didn't steal from you." He said casually, slowly getting up from his seat. "It probably just blew away, its your fault for being irresponsible." He shrugs with that..sly smirk again.. as he walked past you, followed by his friends as they chuckled. You just watched them walked away.. the nerve on this guy- him putting the blame on you when he knows that he stole your money.

You just have a gut.. that you and him? You aren't going to get along pretty well.

[angel-writes-here]

Part 5 will be up tonight or tomorrow! I must edit then I shall post!

Covenant

Choi Seunghyun x AFAB! Reader AFAB! Reader x G Dragon Synopsis: Is that one kiss all you'll ever share with Jiyong? Is Seunghyun really a cruel heartless jerk? Warnings: Smut, oral (F. receiving), angst. A/N: Here's Part 4! I wrote this chapter at least twice before I finally liked this version. Let me know in the comments what you think y/n should do!! Also comment if you want to be tagged in future updates! This does not represent Choi Seunghyun or G Dragon in any way shape or form. They are just characters. Part 3

Jiyong watches you walk up to the house and disappear inside. His heart is racing, the feeling of your lips still holding a ghostly presence. Guilt creeps in as he speeds off, his mind going to places it shouldn’t about his best friend’s wife.

You on the other hand are greeted with erotic noises coming from the bedroom down the hall. You sigh as you look for your luggage. You find it upstairs just outside the room you’ll be sleeping in. The noises from downstairs are enough to give you a serious headache.

You walk into the room flopping on the bed face down. You groan into the mattress at the frustrations of the day.

The week at home is spent lonely, Seunghyun acknowledges your presence but stays away, mostly spending time with Hae. You go out on the town, shopping for things you’ll need on tour and some new clothes thanks to Seunghyun’s black card. You’re looking at a top in the mall when a teenage girl taps your shoulder.

“Hi, you’re T.O.P’s wife right?” she grins excited.

“That’s me,” you giggle.

“Could you maybe give him this for me, I didn’t get to go to his last concert here and I had made it thinking I would be able to give it to him.”

You take the homemade card from her.

“Of course, thank you. I know he’ll treasure it.” You give her a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much!” she squeals as she runs off to join her friends. You smile as you make sure to tuck the card away safely in your bag.

You’re going around the mall when you spot a nice leather jacket and you instantly think of Seunghyun. Maybe a nice gift would help ease the tension between you two.

-

At home that night you and Seunghyun are eating dinner, alone for once.

“Where’s Hae?” you ask casually as the two of you sit on the couch.

“Busy,” his eyes never leave the TV. You hum in response. The meal is finished silently and you take the dishes to the sink.

“Hey, I uh, I have something for you.” You call out from the kitchen. He turns his attention to you. You bring over the bag and allow him to open that first. He pulls out the jacket, marveling at it.

“What’s this?”

“I saw it while I was out today and I thought of you. Thought it would look good on you.” You say quietly suddenly feeling exposed.

“You thought of me?” He sounds surprised.

“Of course I did.” You smile as he stands up and slowly slides the jacket over his arms.

“Does it fit ok?” His grin is one of the biggest you’ve seen in weeks.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” He kisses your forehead and when he pulls away, his body lingers near yours. The two of you are frozen, lips inches apart form one another. Just as Seunghyun makes his mind up to move his lips closer, you speak.

“I have something else for you too.” He exhales, through his nose, the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Here, I got it from a fan who approached me today.”

“Wait, did you not have security with you?”

“No, I didn’t know I needed-,” he rubs a hand down his face at your words.

“From now on you always have security. Always.” He lightly scolds you as he takes the card from your hands. He opens it and smiles; he looks nice when he smiles. Its nice to see him happy. He takes the card to his room and puts it up.

-

You avoid Jiyong like the black plague and he does the same with you. It’s not long before the others, including your husband sense that something’s wrong.

Seunghyun and you get settled in your hotel room in Paris.

“Is there something going on with you and Ji?” He asks flatly.

“Huh?” Your heart rate accelerates.

“You heard me. Is there something going on? You two haven’t spoken since we met up at the airport.

“Last time I spoke to him you got pissed off, if I do remember correctly.”

“I got pissed off because you were careless. So what’s the deal? You’re just not going to not talk to anyone I tell you to?” He smirks, it’s cocky and irritating. You scoff.

“As if.”

“That’s what you’re doing, though.”

“No, its not, Seunghyun.” You can feel your cheeks heating up. You can’t seem to shake the kiss from your mind. How real it was, how raw it felt. It may not have been long, but it did leave an impression. He just chuckles at you, as if you’re a little kid in defiance of a parents orders.

“Whatever you say,” your blood boils at his cocky attitude.

“You think I’m just wrapped around your finger? That I won’t step out of this marriage like you do?” He glances at you from the corner of his eye as he sets his watch on the night stand.

“You act like it’s a real marriage,” he says louder than he means to.

“Yeah, go ahead, let all of Paris know your dirty little secret, that’ll be great for both of us,” you say sarcastically. There’s a knock on the door that conjoins your room and Jiyong’s.

“Uh, hey I don’t mean to interrupt.” Your heart sinks when you realize he’s just on the other side of the door.

Temptation.

“Actually, perfect timing, come on in,” Seunghyun says in an all too happy voice. Jiyong glances at you, a nervous expression on his face.

“Uh,” Jiyong rubs the back of his neck as he gingerly steps into the room.

“Is there something I need to know?” Seunghyun asks Jiyong pointedly. You could swear the boy was going to turn into a tomato.

“Well? What’s the deal? You two were the best of friends a week ago and now you won’t even hardly speak to one another.” Seunghyun crosses his arms over his chest like he’s scolding a child.

“Look,” Jiyong begins with a sigh.

“Why does it bother you? So, we aren’t speaking, what business is it of yours?” you speak up, mainly to keep Jiyong from saying anything. Seunghyun could end this whole thing if he thought you were being that careless. Of course, the same rules didn’t apply to him.

He doesn’t even look at you, just at Jiyong.

“Ji?” Seunghyun’s expression becomes unreadable as Jiyong won’t meet his friends gaze.

“Have the two of you done something?” He raises his voice and Jiyong’s eyes shoot up.

“No of course not, hyung! She’s your wife, I would never.” His body shoots up off the bed in instant defense. Seunghyun looks between the two of you.

“If I ever find out that you did, just know it’d be the end of us,” Seunghyun’s eyes are burning into Jiyong’s. Jiyong can only nod and leave the room quickly.

“Ok, nice show.” You scoff.

“It wasn’t a show,” he bites.

“Why would it even matter?”

“You’re my wife,” he begins.

“You’re FAKE wife!” you have to force yourself to whisper yell.

“Besides, you get to fuck someone on the side, why can’t I? Why couldn’t I be with him if I wanted to be?”

“That wouldn’t be smart, y/n. Jiyong’s a player, he wouldn’t care about you anyway.” He shrugs.

“Seems to care about me more than you.” You retort without thinking.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me, he’s been there for me more than you have been!” your voice is raised now and you don’t realize Jiyong is listening right at the door.

“Is this about the hospital?”

“Partly, yes, Seunghyun. You bite my head off for taking in the only solace of comfort offered to me, meanwhile you’re off fucking your side piece!” You don’t mean to, but you yell the last part. Seunghyun’s face holds a look of shock and you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

“Go ahead, tell the whole fucking world,” his eyes narrow at you and his fists are bawled at his side as he walks past you to the patio door looking out over the city of love.

“Maybe you should’ve just married her. Because this whole double standard bull shit is driving me crazy! You’re hot and cold temperament is and has been exhausting and I’m so sick and tired of lying and acting like we’re happy.”

Jiyong's heart is in his throat as he can hear bits and pieces of the argument.

“Don’t forget about what we agreed to,” Seunghyun mumbles through gritted teeth.

“You said it yourself; your sister is dying. She’s in the best place possible and with one call I can have her out on the street with no treatment.” His face is in yours, his eyes dark and cold. Your heart feels as if it could beat right out of your chest.

“I’m getting a separate room. We both need to cool off.” you mumble out, grabbing your phone and room key.

“They want us sleeping together,” Seunghyun sighs.

“Well, I want to be married to a man who actually cares about me and isn’t just using me.”

“You’re using me too, y/n.”

“Yeah, but I think I deserve some sort of payment for putting up with your bullshit and the drama and the hurt I’m going through.” Your tears of frustration are evident despite your desire to remain solid.

“What are you talking about?” He steps closer to you, his face gentler than it was a moment ago.

“It doesn’t matter.” You mumble looking at the floor. Your arms are crossed over your chest.

“What hurt are you going through? You knew this was a business deal,” he begins and tries to take a step toward you but you back up.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You chuckle a humorless laugh nodding your head.

“You’re exactly right.” You sniffle a little before turning on your heel and leaving the room.

The hotel had a room across the hall you could stay in, thankfully. You find yourself pacing the room, part of you wishing the two of you could speed past this part and either get to a place where you like each other or can divorce. Part of you wishes Jiyong would knock on the door and come in and hold you. Help you feel better.

Seunghyun is left in the room alone, pacing the floor in front of the bed. He wants to apologize, his anger got the best of him, but he’s afraid he’ll just push you away more. He rubs his hands down his face before deciding he needs a drink from the bar downstairs.

After Jiyong hears Seunghyun leave, he leaves his room. He tentatively knocks on the door to your room and when you open it you’re surprised to see him. He looks deep into your eyes before walking in. Its obvious you’d been crying.

“You aren’t happy,” he whispers as he cups your cheek. You scoff at him, another humorless laugh escaping you.

“I’m happy,” the lie is pitiful. Jiyong shakes his head as he see’s a fresh tear roll down your cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb. The gravity between you two is hard to ignore. Slowly you both lean in, lips connecting in a testing kiss, one that’s gentle and soft. Your eyes flutter closed as Jiyong tilts your head to deepen it. It’s slow, unrushed and easy. You pull away and look into his eyes.

Fuck it.

You pull him to the bed, your fingers interlocking like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Your lips connect again, this time hungrier and more desperate for one another, clothes go flying in all directions, teeth knock, and tongues dance against one another. You unbuckle his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He steps out of them pushing you down on the bed.

His lips find your neck, easily making you gasp as you feel him rut into your thigh a little.

“Ji,” you pant as he continues his assault on your skin. He hums against your skin and you can feel your own body betraying you. You want him. You feel like you need him.

He kisses down your stomach and gets to your underwear, slowly, teasingly pulling them off of you. He kisses your thighs, nipping and kitten licking spots that no one will see.

His mouth attaches to you, hot and ready to please. It’s a wave of pleasure you haven’t felt in so long. Your back arches off the bed at the way his tongue makes your body feel. He puts his hand on your lower stomach as he helps hold you down, softly moaning against you, sending the vibrations through your body. Your hands find his hair, pushing his face deeper into you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as you can feel the coil in your belly.

“Ji, keep going, ‘m gonna,” your choke out. Your hips grind down against his face, his eyes close for a moment, lost in the taste of you.

"So sweet," he mumbles to himself as his tongue explore areas of your body that make you feel like the only woman in the world.

“Come for me,” he instructs and you can’t hold it, your head digs into the mattress as your body trembles with the pleasure. Your panting, coming down from it as he slowly makes his way up to your lips. He kisses you once more, the taste still prominent on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“I should go,” he whispers with his forehead on yours.

“Why,” your face twists with something mixed with fear and confusion.

“I can’t, you’re still his wife, and I just,” his forehead rests on yours, eyes briefly shutting before he pulls himself away from you. You gather that if he heard anything from earlier, it wasn't the important stuff.

“Jiyong, he doesn’t have to know,” you try to get him to stay.

“Y/n, it’s not that I want to leave. I have to. I all ready crossed a line and then I crossed it again."

“Jiyong this whole thing, it’s all,” a knock on the door interrupts your sentence. You and Jiyong share a look of fear.

“Y/n,” Seunghyun’s voice calls out. You shove Jiyong in the bathroom with his clothes as you put on a robe to cover yourself. You smooth down your hair and open the door.

“What do you want?” Before any other words can be spoken, Seunghyun’s lips are on yours, deeply and passionately. You stumble backwards from the velocity of his movements, hands grasping at his wrists.

Jiyong barely creeps the door open, seeing the sight. His heart aches.

“Seunghyun,”

“Come back with me, don’t stay in here,” he pants against your face. You look between his eyes. He’s sober, enough.

“Why?” you ask.

“Because you’re right, I’m a shit husband, I’ve been unfair, I’ve been unfaithful and I’m sorry.” He rubs the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. Your face is a mix between confusion and genuine shock.

“Y/n, I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to try. I don’t express myself well with words, and I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I-I don’t know how to be. But I want to learn, I just need your help.” His plea sounds sincere. His eyes seem honest. His kiss felt real.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

“Because, I don’t want this to be hell on earth for us anymore. You’re a good woman, a patient woman, and I’d be a fool to not at least try to make this work. Please, just give me one more chance,” he whispers the last part.

Your heart races against your chest.

Jiyong’s heart races in his.

Seunghyun’s heart rate is sky high as he waits on your response.

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bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blackeyen2kisses]

hii !! I just wanted to say your seunghyun/top post was so cute :’) i love it sm !!

I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing something similar for jiyong? Maybe something based off that one interview where he says he acts more “childish” in a relationship as opposed to the “cool type” people assume he’d be!

If not, no worries !! I still love your writing regardless and am excited to see more ^^

soft bf!jiyong (headcannons)

summary: the reality of a relationship bf!jiyong.

an: hello! thank you for your kind words, they mean the world to me :,) i hope i did your request justice. enjoy!

bf!jiyong who: despite his image of the, “hard to get, playboy” is the complete opposite with you.

bf!jiyong who: before you started dating, wanted desperately to have all of your attention, every single ounce. he would always act silly and make jokes in order to get you to laugh. (which did not slip past the rest of bigbang.) it made his stomach do flips to be the cause of your smiles.

bf!jiyong who: could never bring himself to tell you he liked you, he was terrified of ruining your friendship. he couldn’t bring himself to risk it. so you could imagine how surprised he was when he came to see you backstage after he performed,(which was nothing out of the ordinary) and was met with you shyly handing him a handwritten letter. decorated with swooping letters, white lace, and, glitter hearts, declaring your love for him. he tried to be the picture of nonchalance as he rubbed the back of his neck as he admitted he had liked you for some time too. but, he was really doing jumping jacks in his head.

bf!jiyong who: is the most loyal person you’ve ever met who will defend you with his last breath. (you two were getting out of jiyongs drivers car. heading to a small cafe for a date. the paparazzi were surrounding the two of you as you tried to push through. a hand on the small of your back made your head shoot up, looking at your boyfriend, who carried a slightly annoyed look on his face. you were almost at the entrance when a voice called through the crowd, “hey lady! move out the way, i cant get a good shot!” you turned to see one of the paparazzi shooting you a glare. before you could respond, jiyong left your side and walked between you and the aging man. “hey! dont talk to her like that!” he barked as he smacked the camera away from his face. shooting the guy one last death glare, he raced back to you, intertwining your hands and pulling you inside.)

bf!jiyong who: when you guys go to places where you have to take your shoes off before you enter, kneels down infront of you and carefully unlaces your shoes and pulls them off, and when you leave slips them back on and laces them back up.

bf!jiyong who: insists on paying for everything the bill when you guys go out to eat, the rent for your shared apartment, for groceries, for the cable bill. no matter how much you insist you want to help, he declines every time. he likes to spoil you.

bf!jiyong who: learned how to braid hair—via youtube video, because he knew you hated when your hair was in your face.

bf!jiyong who: makes homemade gifts for you. such as, origami roses, oragami swans, origami hearts that, when unfolded have messages on the inside. he likes to do origami when he’s feeling overwhelmed. he finds it relaxing.

bf!jiyong who: has a love language of acts of service.

bf!jiyong who: loves to take care of you. wiping food from the corner of your mouth while you eat, doing your skincare after a night out, and you’re too tired to do so yourself, cooking you your favorite meals, massaging your neck after you slept wrong the night before.

bf!jiyong who: when he gets anxiety clutches your hand and draws circles on your palm.

bf!jiyong who: wears a silver bracelet engraved with your name on it and wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is to shower.

bf!jiyong who: gave you one of his favorite rings. which, you wear on a chain around your neck at all times.

bf!jiyong who: has a photobook filled with Polaroids you take of each other, and, together. he likes to have physical photos of the two of you.