#seunghyun fanfiction

[thisonegirl]

A lot of the fics I had saved have been deleted hence the short list (many of my favorites were among the fallen💔) but these are the surviving ones. Please recommend some fics , I’m always on the lookout for new ones.

⚠️WARNING⚠️quite a bit of these (most, if not all actually) are not safe for work content. Some are very sexually graphic. Symbols will be used to distinguish them.

main masterlist

MINORS DNI —> ALL OF THE CONTENT INCLUDED HERE IS +18 ONLY

PS : for series, I am linking my favorite part/chapter (please let me know if it would be better to link the first part or the master list if it’s available)

❤️‍🔥 - nsfw 🖤- dark ❤️‍🩹 - angst 💕- sfw 🏆- favorite

BTS

jungkook | The Six Stages Of A Breakup | series | by @jksarchives - ❤️‍🩹

jungkook | No Nut November | one shot | by @2hightocare - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | We Can’t Be Friends | one shot | @joonberriess - ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🔥(it stings fr)

jungkook | Acquaintances | one shot | by @2hightocare - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Stay | one shot | by @jungkxook - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Quiet Rides | one shot | by @inkedtae - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Halloween Treat | one shot | by @adonis-koo - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Naughty Pictures | one shot | by @sparklingchim - ❤️‍🔥

jungkook | Gaming and Cockwarming | one shot | by @smilesjeon - ❤️‍🔥

taehyung | Heatwave | one shot | by @curly-bangtan - ❤️‍🔥

taehyung | Bound By Blood | one shot | by @ctrlhope - ❤️‍🔥

namjoon | Booty Call | one shot | by @jeonnhera - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

yoongi | Disco Overload | one shot | by @caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma - ❤️‍🔥

yoongi | Unexpected | series | by @noona-la-la-la - ❤️‍🔥 (🏆)

SEVENTEEN

mingyu | Challenge Me | series | by @seokgyuu - ❤️‍🔥

mingyu | The Perils of Apartment Living | one shot | by @dontflailmenow - ❤️‍🔥

wonwoo | endpoint | oneshot | by @highvern -❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

NCT 127

jaehyun | Trick or Treat | one shot | by @yunopouts - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | WET THE BED | one shot | by @jamjaemin - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | no title | one shot | by @freakynct - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | Team Captain | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | I’m Not The Only One | two-part series | by @theje0ngs - ❤️‍🩹(🏆, it stings though)

jaehyun | Paubaya | one shot | by @theje0ngs - ❤️‍🩹

jaehyun | Heartaches | one shot | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

jaehyun | Rose Bud | one shot | by @hazyhae - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

johnny | Not Another Song About Love | series | by @ms-indifferwnt - ❤️‍🩹

multiple | Quarantine Chronicles | series | by @domjaehyun - ❤️‍🔥 (🏆, literal icon with 28k words)

GOT 7

multiple | Open Season | two-part | by @smileysuh - ❤️‍🔥

multiple | Rosemary & Thyme | one shot | by @softforimjaebum - ❤️‍🔥

EXO

baekhyun | Paraphilia | series | by @byuntrash101 - ❤️‍🔥

baekhyun | Edging | one shot | by @biaswreckingfics - ❤️‍🔥

jongin | Daddy | one shot | by @xofanfics - ❤️‍🔥

BIG BANG

seunghyun | Messes We Made | series | by @noonachronicles - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

[amrslog]

.ﾟ︡➷ WELCOME TO AMRSLOG !

♡ ⟩⟩ A blog dedicated to Hyper Rhythm’s rookie group, AIMERS ; a boy group that debuted on November 17th, 2022, and consists of members Seunghyun, Eunjun, Doryun, Yoel, Seunghwan, & Wooyoung !

★ ⟩⟩ just a few things ::

will be mainly posting updates / posts from the members, but will also be reblogging any fanmade content that abides by the guidelines of the tag !

updates may be late ! will try to be consistent / on time, but no promises.

be respectful in tags/rbs ; anyone that goes directly against this rule will be put on a three-strike system before being blocked. keep in mind it’s not just you that sees what you’re saying under another blog’s post.

askbox is always open for questions & anything we may miss !

will be tracking #aimingtions for any said-fanmade content ♡ !

no fanfiction ; this tag is visual content only.

no sexual content ; everything under the tag that is of this content will be ignored, and seen as nonexistent — apologies to anybody this offends.

no white-washing / color-washing ; we’re aware fighting with filters on teasers / videos is hard, but don’t add to it. any content that either doesn’t try to lessen the white-washing or just outright adds to it — or uses too much of red/yellow/etc. — in the name of ‘aesthetic’ will be ignored as if it doesn’t exist.

no reposting ; any stolen content(gifs, edits, gfx, etc.) will be ignored and — if repeated more than once — will have the offender be blocked.

be nice ; anyone that leaves comments / tags under any fanmade content that are hateful / disrespectful / harmful / unwelcome will be contacted and — if outright ignoring requests to delete / stop making them — will be blocked after three strikes.

you don’t have to ; follow the net or be an aimers-centric cc to use the tag ! all that’s required is that it fits under the rules & that what you put under the tag is aimers-centric / has a member or two in it.

have fun ! hopefully with this net, you’ll be able to find aimers content & other aiming on here <3

[vamp-doll-diva]

The True Saviors - a Walking Dead fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) , Kang Daesung (Daesung/D-Lite), Dong Youngbae (Taeyang/Sol) , Choi Seunghyun (TOP), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 3 @ fanfiction.net

[allthefujoshiunite]

Thanks for answering my ask ....If you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/manhwa/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before....

You're welcome! Although I used this handle before on Tumblr, I deactivated long time ago so you can consider my account new ^^ It's my first time being asked questions. I'll pick 5 so I can narrow down my choices.

Bokuto x Tsukishima: Since I started my other answer with Bokuto, it's only natural that I start this one with one of my biggest ships, and they might be the one that got me into shipping non-canon characters! At least, consciously. These two are also a ship that I wrote my first fanfiction for. That being said, any rare ship from HQ!! could make it into the list, I love them all ~

Jongchan x Seunghyun: These two are a canon couple from one of the BEST office romances EVER, The New Recruit from Moscareto & Zec. I'm ready to go down on my knees and beg anyone to read this perfection. First 25 chapters of the all ages version is free to read on Manta (that's more than half of the whole series) and mature version is on Lezhin.

Takina x Chisato: Its lukewarm approach to its great premise aside, the biggest strength of Lycoris Recoil is the main duo Takina and Chisato. While it's never exactly spelled out, it's pretty obvious that they become a couple towards the end of the series and given that the series also have a canon mlm couple, I consider Chisato and Takina as a canon wlw couple as well. A fun and action-packed series with mouth-watering sakuga moments throughout, but the highlight is always these two bickering, going out for shopping but mostly taking down other guys with guns.

Jihu x Ji-u: I feel like I'm the only one reading Love and Leashes in my little circle of online friends and THAT MAKES ME SAD!! I first came across the movie adaptation on Netflix, and it was after that the original webtoon was licensed in English (ycan be read for free on Webtoon). The adaptation was "eh..." in certain aspects but the webtoon... THE WEBTOON!!! Gosh it's perfect. It's the sweetest romance with equally great BDSM portrayal that I think anyone should give a chance.

Jiho x Inwoo: Guys... What are you even doing if you're not reading The Insatiable Man???? I wrote a first impressions post on them before but I need MOAR people to join me in on this beautifully written BL manhwa on Tapas. PLEASE I BEG!!

Honestly, I rarely read romance books since I get my fill through webtoons/manga and I either read literary theory or contemporary/modern classic fiction. Plus, I barely have time left from watching anime, reading books & manga and writing about them on my blog/instagram/twitter that I don't watch TV shows/movies anymore unless it's fervently recommended by a friend I trust or I really feel like it. That's why I end up talking about anime/manga when it comes to romance or shipping xD Hope it's at least remotely interesting, have a nice day!

[shownuslaugh]

New Members

Pairing: SJ/Seungri

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

2006

“What will we do if kids like that join?”

SJ’s face flushes red with fury and Seungri has to physically restrain her from barging in the practice room.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? ‘Kids like that’. He’s no delight either!” SJ’s voice is a barely contained whisper. “We didn’t do anything no one else wasn’t! How are we to blame for bad editing?”

She scoffs. “Kids like that my ass.”

Seungri puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes tightly. It’s not meant as reassurance but rather a warning. This isn’t a conversation meant for their ears, so they should leave and just pretend they didn’t hear Taeyang and G Dragon talking badly about them.

“SooJin,”Seungri pulls her from the practice room. “Just drop it, okay?”

“Why should I?”

“Let’s say we make it in. Let’s say we end up in a band with them. What good will it do to carry a grudge over a partially heard conversation?”

Seungri loves SJ. They’ve been thick as thieves since the very first day they met. Sometimes though, she can be the most annoying handful. Her temper flared as quickly as the wind shifts direction and it gets tiresome to constantly talk her down. However, as troublesome as it can get, Seungri also understands he has his own shortcomings she works to even out. She stops him from over explaining situations and he stops her from jumping headfirst in situations out of anger.

“At least there won’t be any misconceptions about friendship,” SJ mutters, starting to pout.

Seungri curses under his breath. “You’re unbelievable! So you’ll suffer with only me as a friend in the band because you’re petty and childish?”

“Yes!”

One Week Later

Seungri’s nerves were already wrecked from not seeing SJ for three days when he happened to walk by the practice room where G Dragon was talking with some friends of his. Part of him knew better than to listen in to the conversation but another part couldn’t help but stop at the sound of his and SJ’s names.

“Why do I have to do it with them? I’ve been practicing with Taeyang for six years, what is this?” G Dragon looked away from his friend only to meet eyes with a flustered, nervous Seungri, one of the objects of his ire. His upper lip curled up in disgust before he turned back to his friend.

“It’s bad enough we’re stuck with that kid, but the girl! She’s a menace! YG brought them to meet the rest of us yesterday and he practically had to force her to greet us properly! Then she had the nerve to keep glaring at us over that kid’s shoulder the whole time! If I ever fall in love with a girl like that just go ahead and kill me.”

Seungri nods, imagining how easy it would be to fill G Dragon’s request right now. SJ’s already being torn to pieces by the media and other trainees for debuting with males (a decision that wasn’t even hers to make anyway). Who is G Dragon to add to all that? Seungri wants to say something, anything in that moment but his nerves are completely shot and he just wants his best friend. So he goes to her.

He goes to her and breaks down crying because this isn’t what he imagined at all when he decided to follow his singing dreams. He didn’t imagine he would debut in a band where the others can’t stand him. He didn’t imagine his only friend in said band would be a loud mouthed, stubborn, opinionated girl only two days older than him. He didn’t imagine it would hurt so much to hear people talk shit about her. He didn’t imagine he would start off hating his leader for being a careless prick. Seungri and SJ are humans after all, not emotionless robots that don’t get hurt when you insult them.

For her part, SJ simply listens. Occasionally she’ll make a sympathetic noise while Seungri spills out all his emotions. She wants to strangle G Dragon with her bare hands for making Seungri feel this way. Who does that ass think he is? This isn’t an ideal situation for any of them but there’s no need to make things worse.

“Where was he?” SJ asks when Seungri’s tears turn to hiccups.

“Practice room.” Seungri scrubs at his eyes with the back of his fist. “SJ, don’t make anything worse. Please.”

“I won’t. You just stay here, okay? Take a nap. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“I haven’t. I’ve been worried about all those meetings you’ve been in. Are they still preparing you for the backlash?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I’ll be back soon.” She kisses the top of his head, giving him a quick smile before marching off to the practice room.

G Dragon isn’t hard to spot, the lanky bastard. He’s sitting in the middle of the floor with Taeyang, Daesung, and the other Seunghyun. They’re smiling and laughing which only makes SJ’s blood boil. How dare they act as if they haven’t done anything? Especially that annoying fucker G Dragon. What kind of name is G Dragon anyway? It’s so pretentious and annoying. Just like him. Maybe it fits after all.

“Hey! You!” SJ grabs the back of G Dragon’s shirt and hauls him up to a standing position. “Who do you think you are?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Who do you think you are making my best friend feel like shit? He’s done nothing to any of you but you treat him like the plague!” SJ wastes no time laying in to him, shoving a finger at his chest.

G Dragon slaps her hand away with a disgusted look. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“A dick with an attitude problem!”

“You know your place in this band isn’t definite right?”

“Oh, who cares! Seungri is a good person! He’s talented and hard working and doesn’t deserve the treatment you’re giving him! Either shape up or leave both of us the hell alone!” SJ gives the other three boys a glare, daring any of them to say anything. When they don’t respond she leaves the room, the scent of vanilla perfume hanging in the air.

“She’s going to be a pain in the ass,” Seunghyun says thoughtfully. Normally he hates woman with an attitude but he can admire her desire to protect her friend. G Dragon watches the door in an angry silence before saying, “Let’s get rid of her.”

[sindrafalcone]

Adventures in Babysitting pt.5

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x reader

Synopsis: A babysitting job turns into something unexpected…

Warnings: If you’re new to this series, the first chapter does contain Seungri as it was written prior to his exit from the group. He will not be mentioned in other chapters. Also, this chapter gets heavily PG-13. I cheated and skipped the graphic bits.

Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely @noonachronicles who is apparently suffering with some writers block. Hopefully, this might help. <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Previous Chapters:   1    2    3    4

You were about to get up, afraid that you had possibly offended him, when Seunghyun took gentle hold of your shoulders firmly keeping you in place. And that’s when you felt it…. his lips pressing softly onto the side of your neck.

“I am very talented in many ways…” he asserted again, his breath ghosting across your heated skin.

You couldn't help but let out a choked little gasp when his lips touched your skin. You also had seemingly zero control over the way you automatically tilted your head back and to the side to expose your neck to him further.

Seunghyun's grip on your shoulders tightened.

“__________.” he murmured softly.

His voice was quiet and deep and it was as if it vibrated through to the very center of your chest. You squeezed your thighs together involuntarily, your brain temporarily stuttering for a moment.  His mouth was already on your neck again, peppering kisses down to your shoulder, his fingers came up to linger at the edge of your sleeveless blouse, your cardigan having been already discarded earlier when you returned to the hotel. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so affected by even just the faintest of kisses and touches. An almost painful fire was already pooling low in your abdomen.

“I want you.” Seunghyun told you, in that same low, silky tone.

You momentarily forgot how to breathe and your heart felt like it was about to burst.

His fingers slid up and down along your shirt strap, brushing the skin underneath. Head tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath sending tingles down your spine... each of his exhales like a pleasant little electric jolt to your system.

“Do you want me?” his fingers continued tracing the strap, though you noted (with a shiver of arousal) that he also slid it a few inches down toward your shoulder, pressing his lips to the vacated spot. Somehow you knew he was waiting for you to answer him.

You should have known a man like Seunghyun would make you say it out loud. It was both alluring and irritating at the same time.

“Yes...” you choked out finally, and had barely gotten the word out before he gently, but firmly, removed you from his lap with a soft push. Then, in one seemingly fluid movement, he stood from the sofa, grabbed you by the wrist & hauled you up to him, your bodies flush with one another.

“This doesn’t have to be this.” he said, face and voice serious. “You can back out at any time and we can go to our respective rooms... like nothing ever happened.”

You lifted onto your toes and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the unexpected hard and lean muscle under his dress shirt. You moved your hands up to his shoulders as you pressed your body against his. As your heart pounded in your chest, you felt his hands move to your waist, pulling you tighter against him. He leaned in, and as his nose brushed yours, you closed the gap as an answer.

His lips were criminally soft as they molded against yours. You kissed him harder as you cupped his jaw, feeling a clean shaven face under your hands. He kissed with care, gently, as if he were as nervous as you were. Seunghyun took his time in exploring your lips before slowly trailing his tongue over your bottom lip. Your hands found his carefully styled hair and absolutely wrecked it & when you gently pulled at the tendrils, he kissed you with even more intensity.

Never had you been kissed like this, never had you been this affected by kissing alone. Seunghyun moved his kisses down your neck, grazing his teeth along the column of your throat. You held onto him tighter as a long, satisfied sigh escaped your mouth. His lips found your shoulder again, he groaned into it as he lifted you by your thighs & you wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up by cupping his hands under your ass.

“Bedroom.” you managed to gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone.

Seunghyun carried you across the living room and down the hallway, still messily kissing you as he went. When the two of you finally made it to his his room, you somehow managed to hit your head on the door frame as he attempted to get it open.

“Shit, sorry.” he said with a grin, setting you down gently.

You just laughed and rubbed the back of your head. “It’s okay.”

He opened the door and led you by the hand into the huge bedroom, kicking the door closed.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“I’m fine.” you giggled.

Seunghyun dropped your hands, and pulled you in for yet another kiss, your mouths meeting with an almost punishing intensity. It took a minute before the two of you managed to find a rhythm, and then you felt like you were drowning in his scent, his warmth, and everything that was just him. He tasted faintly of the wine you'd both drunk, alongside notes of something else that was both uniquely his and far more intoxicating. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue across it. You groaned, meeting his ferocity with your own.

You broke apart the kiss this time, and you both gasped, stopping to gaze at each other intently... his coffee-colored eyes meeting yours. Seunghyun brought his hand up around your chin, cupping your jaw lightly, as he moved his thumb across your lips, caressing them. He inhaled sharply as your lips parted and you took his thumb in your mouth and engulfed it... sucking hard and thoroughly, eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck.” he managed to bite out, his body jerking in surprise and sudden, furious need.

Feeling overwhelmed, Seunghyun pulled you against him and maneuvered the two of you so that your back was against the door. He moved to kiss the side of your neck, his hands drifting to graze your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

“Seunghyun...” you moaned, your breath catching. “Please.” you didn't even realize that you were trembling with your own need. He paused, his forehead touching yours. When he didn’t return to kissing you after a moment, your eyes slowly opened. He was looking down at your face, eyes blazing.

Your heart fluttered.

And then he was kissing you again. It was rougher now. More frenzied. You reached up and gripped at his forearms as his tongue slid across yours again, mostly to steady yourself more than anything. If you let go of him it was entirely possible that your knees would give way and you would collapse. Or perhaps you would just melt into an aroused puddle right there on the hotel's ridiculously expensive floor.

There was now a painful throbbing sensation between your legs, especially when Seunghyun slid a hand down your side and to your waist.

“What is it? What do you need?” he asked breathlessly, peppering you with kisses as he made his way up to your ear, sucking at the lobe a little once he got there.

“More, please. I just... need more.” you begged again, your head falling back against the door.

His lips trailed over your jaw before hovering near your ear again, his fingers tightening on your hip.

“I can do more...”

He began to take purposeful steps backward, pulling you toward the bed. You stumbled in sync with his steps, still clinging to him, and you barely noticed when you fell onto the mattress.

For a moment, all was still.

Seungyun looked sinfully good. His trousers bunched tight around an obvious bulge, his shirt pulled across what you knew would be a chiseled abdomen. Even kneeling like this on the bed he was tall and sturdy, looming over you.

His chest moved rapidly as he took you in, eyes drifting along your body as if deciding what to do with you first.

You felt an electric thrill run up your spine while you waited for him to make up his mind.

He finally leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, surprisingly chaste as he dragged his hips away from yours with an agonizing slowness. You gasped against his mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp, down his neck, and to his shoulders.

When he broke the kiss and looked at you again, you saw the glint in his eyes, the crinkle at the corners, and you knew that you were done for. A Choi Seunghyun smirk delivered by nothing more than a look told you everything that you needed to know about how he planned to have you...

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

You twisted under him, and the bliss hit like a freight train for the third time that night. You were floating in the ecstasy of your release, and it was only magnified when you felt Seungyun twitch as he met his own peak. He groaned, jerking his hips erratically as he came. His hands were hot on your skin and he held you close to him as you both rode out the last of the waves before going still, his body warm and heavy, but not unpleasantly so, on top of yours.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, clinging to you, and you to him, as he pressed tiny, winded kisses against your neck, your shoulder, your wrist. Every inch of you that his lips could reach without his body moving too much, they did. And your hands did the same, learning and cataloging every patch of his soft skin you could find.

“I’m never leaving this bed again.” Seunghyun announced, barely a whisper between kisses.

After a moment, he made his way up to your lips and kissed you until you could hardly breathe, his hands sweeping through your hair. When he finally backed off, he didn’t move far away. He reached out with lazy arms, pulling you into his chest, one of his hands still petting your hair.

Completely relaxed, completely exhausted, you let his steady breathing and his still rapidly beating heart lull you to sleep.

You awoke the next morning with an arm draped over your waist, nestled against Seungyun's chest, and to the sounds of his slow, steady breathing behind you. You were both also still very much naked.

‘Oh shit...’

It was time to think about all this, since thinking had gone straight out the window yesterday. From the moment Seungyun's lips had grazed your neck, all rational thought had completely stopped for you. Last night had been all about want and instinct... no pesky things like responsibilities involved.

Recognizing that it would be much easier to sort out your brain away from his presence, you wriggled experimentally in his grasp, testing just how easily you would be able to get away and to the shower without waking him. If you woke him, he’d open those dark brown eyes and give you that stare that seemed to melt you into mush, and your brain would probably be useless once again.

That thought was nothing short of terrifying. You prided herself on your brain. You needed it. Your career machinations that had led to your curating the Surrealist exhibit would not have been possible without your brain. And you'd never had someone else be so capable of easily switching it off, much less that someone be Choi Seunghyun.

Even more terrifying was that the way you currently felt about him certainly wasn’t just physical. You wouldn't go so far as to call it love, especially after just one night together. But, still... there was something there... just under the surface.

You continued to wriggle inch by inch, slightly more desperately now, but still carefully enough so as not to wake him.

There was a brief, heart-stopping moment where his breathing pattern changed and he shifted & you thought 'Well, so much for escaping to clear my head...', but then the slow, deep breaths returned and you successfully slid out from under the sheets. You hurried as quickly and quietly as you could to the en suite bathroom.

Once in the shower, you tried to let the hot water relax you. You let it soothe the tension in your shoulders and the soreness in your calves (the after-effects of having them wrapped tightly around Seunghyun's waist). And it did help relax your muscles, but your mind was still racing.

By the time the water began to run cold, you finally decided that you should probably tell Seunghyun about your burgeoning feelings. It wasn’t as though it was that great of a risk. You were approximately 98 percent certain that he reciprocated them, or at the very least, he was interested in you. But the nagging uncertainty was still there. For heaven's sake... you'd just met (and had sex) yesterday! And the thought that if you were wrong—and you weren't used to being wrong very often, but if you were—it could potentially make things very awkward for you in the art world for the foreseeable future.

Although... you reflected, it was probably already too late for that.

No, there was no real excuse. You had to tell him, but you would prefer to do it before his friends had the chance to figure out what had happened.

[absentcaryatid]

The Day You Met T.O.P

A BIGBANG fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Your birthday surprise tangentially related to a favorite K-pop group turns out far better than your brother ever could have planned.

1.4K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no romance

~

Your brother would get credit for the idea to join him for a week as he summered in Tarquinia, Italy for his doctoral research. The cost however, was borne by your parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had saved together to very generously pay your way in honor of such a milestone birthday. The trip of a lifetime had already been a dream come true with your knowledgeable host and guide. So far, you had enjoyed sightseeing together in the historic small town but for your birthday itself your brother had a far more recently built attraction in mind. It was a short drive through the beautiful tree-lined countryside before he pulled up at Piani degli Alpaca.

“This name is familiar.”

He grinned, “It will come to you. You know how I always have promised you'd see BIGBANG one day? I'll do what I can to get us tickets when they start touring again but for now this is the closest I could get.”

By your face it was easy to tell when you figured what that meant. Breaking into laughter you marveled, “This is that alpaca farm Choi Seunghyun has as his only Instagram follow!” The eccentric eldest member of BIGBANG was your favorite and you enjoyed the variety of content he shared with fans including plenty of visual arts and artists. Popular as he was, the only account T.O.P followed was this very business and you were ecstatic to be there. “So, can I meet the alpaca they named after him?”

“Well,” he hedged looking at the signboard, “we got here on the late side just after noon and they close for midday. We might have to come back later when they reopen at 3 PM.” He parked the rental car, then as you both got out noticed the portable signboard announcing a special booking that afternoon. He cussed under his breath at the unexpected news. Not that you could read Italian, but with enough English speaking tourists the bilingual message was understandable to you as well.

Given the circumstances, it was fortunate your brother knew 14th century Italian as a side effect of being a classical literature major specializing in Dante and Boccaccio. His present-day Italian was coming along but not quite fast enough. The staff member collecting entrance fees did not speak your language but with a lot of patience and good humor on both sides your sibling successfully begged to quickly pop in to get you to see T.O.P the alpaca. After all, you would be leaving the country tomorrow and this was his only chance to get you in. That particular animal had not come up in his literature studies but from the signs around the farm it was easy to guess the word was the same in Italian as English.

The ticket agent had taken pity on you both after a bit of work to understand his far out of date speech. It had been your good idea to show off your ID card which was a deciding factor. The great distance you had journeyed, and that it really was your birthday today, earned an agreement to sneak you in quickly. Drawing the shade over the window to close for the day, she left the booth and escorted you straight to TOP's enclosure.  The grounds had already cleared out of other tourists as far as you could see, so the next thing that happened came as a surprise in several ways.

Aiming your phone, your brother was about to take a picture when a deep voice offered assistance so you could be in the photo with the alpaca together. Handing the device over without looking, but plenty of grateful thanks, he headed toward TOP the alpaca. Wondering if you had been bitten, your brother was concerned by the shocked look on your face as he approached the pen. Once at your side, a glance back to the flamboyantly dressed man now holding your phone gave an answer. If he was not Choi Seunghyun himself he was a perfect twin and just as stunning.

Laughing, T.O.P, for that was indeed who it was, reminded the two of you to smile. While he would not pose with you for a picture because that would be something every fan would then ask for on sight, you did discover a selfie taken before the alpaca one and it was a treasured gift. You figured T.O.P had trusted you to keep it to yourself so did not publish the photo online. Having it as yours alone to remember that moment and what came afterward made it more special anyway.

Despite his fame and work to attend to, the idol made some conversation and asked you not to disclose his presence. It turned out the afternoon booking for the farm was held by non-alpaca T.O.P to shoot some final scenes for a music video to be released soon. That was impressive enough, but for three more men to come into view greeting Seunghyun in Korean made your heart nearly stop. The rest of BIGBANG was on location too, despite it being T.O.P's solo comeback. You suspected the namesake alpaca was not to be the only cameo in the video. In what was an international gesture for silence, Seunghyun put a finger to his lips as you and your brother nodded. Eventually it would make the news sites that all the men from the group were in Italy at the same time but it would not be coming from either of you.

Taking out his own phone Seunghyun asked you to return the favor and take a group picture for him. Taeyang's wedding ring flashed in the bright Italian midday sun as he slung an arm around his teammate's shoulder. Daesung closed in on Seunghyun's other side and G-Dragon completed the group with a hand curved at Daesung's waist which the other then comfortably mirrored. Their smiles were brilliant and you realized you would never get over the opportunity you had been given today. The alpaca handlers nearby seemed nonchalant so probably were not yet fans of the global idols before them. It was probably for the best not to have the video interrupted by fannish devotion from the farm staff.

You nearly fainted when each of the members shook your hand in thanks before waving goodbye. It was not like you to swoon but these guys were special to you in a way no other performers matched. Jiyong even complimented you on the vibrant watercolor style tattoo he spotted on your forearm. In so many ways, this was the best day of your life. Your brother was never going to let you live the magnitude of this birthday present down, even if what had made it such a standout had been completely out of his control. Really all he could claim credit for was the journey to Italy for a vacation, which was pretty impressive, and getting you to the alpaca breeders at closing time with almost no chance of getting in to meet the animal named after T.O.P.

Several weeks later your brother called you far too early in the morning excitedly asking if you had seen the new music video yet. He was understanding when your response was only a gasp, then hanging up on him to instantly. Autoplay kicked in as you searched T.O.P's channel for the latest content and you enlarged the window with anticipation. The farm only played a small part in the settings depicted but there were a few humorous scenes of the rest of BIGBANG doing things with TOP the alpaca as if he was their group mate instead. What really got you though came after the end credits scene with bloopers and the men goofing off. Seunghyun's solo comeback closed on a still photo, the very one you had taken, and the handwritten caption “friends forever.”

You were ready to die with happiness on the spot and fell back onto your pillow. Immediately calling your brother back he shared another bit of news. “Did you see the credits?”

“It went by so fast, and I was focused on the guys, of course,” you gushed while getting out of bed.

The smirk in his voice was audible. “Look again when you have the chance. While you were shaking hands Seunghyun asked me for your name.”

Sinking onto the mattress again before your legs gave out, you went back to YouTube and slowed down the scroll of names at the end. There you were, listed as “Photo credit” right before “Special thanks to TOP and all the other residents and staff at Piani degli Alpaca.”

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Hatred and Love(ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 1

When you get abducted, your captor is someone you would never have expected.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino and Hanbin. It will also feature EXO’s Kai in the later chapters. 

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Eventual smut, Sexual abuse, Abduction, Guns and Knives 

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Jiyong. G Dragon. GD. The same person. Such drastically different sides. A living legend. A pathbreaker in kpop. A trendsetter in fashion. Just all round incredible. For more reasons than one. The man had a side job. He was the head of a mafia gang. It was a well-kept secret, but there was no denying that Jiyong, the mafia boss, was a terrifying man. He had absolutely no emotion when it came to running the gang, and that’s what made him terrifying. There was no appeal either his gang members could give him, or his victims could give him that would work, because he would never empathise with them. The whole image of Jiyong being a shy, cute guy was a clever front for his side business. Whatever deals he made, he never went back on, so he quickly became the best in the business. It wasn’t for nothing that he became the richest kpop star, you know.

He was sitting in his room, leaning back and just about to close his eyes when he got a call.

 “Is this Mr.Jiyong?” 

With his eyes still closed, Jiyong responded. 

“And if this is him, what do you need?” 

This rather frantic sounding voice replied saying, 

“I have a job for you. I need you to abduct someone.”

 Jiyong finally opened his eyes. So this was a serious call after all. Jiyong’s tone icy as ever, he asked,

 “Are you aware of my rates?”

 The same frantic voice answered, sounding a little irritated.

 “I’ll give you as much money as you want. I don’t care about the cost. Just get the job done.” 

Jiyong started to get annoyed. Was this client implying he wouldn’t be able to get the job done? Jiyong didn’t bother reassuring him, because Jiyong never reassured people. He simply said, 

“Anything else you want me to do?”

 The man’s voice dropped.

 “Abduct her. Torture her. Send a video to her father. I need him to sign some papers, and he keeps refusing. He won’t refuse if his daughter’s life is on the line. If he still doesn’t sign,”

 he paused, 

“kill her.” 

Jiyong nodded, jotting down the details. This was standard stuff. Must be some business partner’s daughter. This client didn’t sound like it was his first time asking the mafia for something. Maybe this girl was also part of a mafia family. The client sighed.

 “I wouldn’t have gone this far if my brother had just signed the damn papers.” 

Jiyong froze. Even to a beast like him, family was family. There were some of his family and friends he would do anything for. He felt disgusted for a second, but shook it off. Business was business.

 “Okay, we will be able to do that. Send me her details and where to find her.”

You had only gotten to Korea a few months ago, barely settling into your new job. You were struggling a little with the new place and the new culture, but you were enjoying the freedom from your family. At home, things were always complicated. Your father and his brothers were constantly fighting over money and property, and somehow, being around that negative environment was never good for you. You knew your uncles. You knew they were in the wrong. You knew how they were constantly coercing people and blackmailing people. You knew how they constantly cheated people. You knew how they ill-treated your grandparents. You knew your father was fighting for the right thing, but it was exhausting to be around. Which is why when you got a new job in Seoul as a PR rep for a company, you jumped at the chance to go. Your father was very worried about sending you away, but you never fully understood the worry, confident that you’d be fine in a new place. As you sat in the trunk of a car, gagged, cuffed and blindfolded, you finally understood why he was worried.

When they finally removed the cover off your head, you were sitting, tied to a chair, in the middle of a dimly lit, crowded room. There was a man sitting a few feet across from you, legs crossed and staring at you. As you blinked to adjust to the light, you slowly started to make out the features of his face. You recognised those features. You were a fan, or at least, you used to be. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw him. Some of his men at the back laughed when they saw that, but his expression remained unchanged. Unflinching, uncaring, intense. After that though, you clamped down on yourself. You made up your mind to refuse to speak. You father had enough and more problems on his hands. You were not going to be one of them. You were certain you’d survive this. You didn’t know why you had that implicit faith, but you just did. You had to.

Jiyong looked at you, trying to gauge you. He was expecting more fear or even anger in your eyes, but he was not expecting a stubborn obstinacy to be there. A determination that was rare in such situations. His eyes slowly raked over the rest of you. His men and their looks, comments and whistles had already established that you were attractive, but he surprised himself when he looked at your face and found himself thinking you were stunning. He had abducted plenty of women before, and a good number of them were attractive, and he had never thought that before, but somehow, the sight of you sitting there, your hair dishevelled, your white shirt crumpled, your shorts torn and your eyes glaring at him with that insane determination did something to him. Constantly maintaining his poker face, in his low, cold voice, he said, 

“Call her father.” 

There was a slight pause. 

“Daesung, torture her. Nothing too serious. Just enough to make her scream. Don’t touch the face though.” 

He paused to smirk lightly. 

“She’s a pretty thing.” 

At that moment, you looked up at him and decided that you loathed the man.

Jiyong held the phone while they dialed your father’s number and Daesung stepped forward with a whip. You bit down on your lip determined not to scream. You knew they wanted to make your father hear you scream. You knew that if he heard you scream, he would go insane with worry. And so, as the first lash hit you, the pain searing through your thigh, you kept quiet, even though your body felt like it was on fire. They expected you to give in and scream with the first three lashes, but after you still hadn’t screamed with 10, they switched it up. You were crying from the pain, and your lips were bleeding from how hard you bit them, but you felt oddly exalted. You weren’t screaming. Daesung undid the ropes tying you to the chair and picked you up, and began punching you in the stomach, and although you desperately wanted it to stop, and you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, you held on, not screaming. Finally, Daesung took out a switch blade. Jiyong felt a slow sense of panic rise in him, and just as he cut the call, and said, 

“Enough.”,

 Daesung stabbed you in the stomach. It wasn’t too deep a cut, but as you watched the blood stain your shirt, you felt the need to laugh. Jiyong, still maintaining the poker face, said,

 “Everybody out. Hanbin, Youngbae and Daesung stay.”

 They, along with Mino and Seunghyun hyung, were part of Jiyong’s inner circle. They weren’t just his men. They were his friends. They were his family. They knew something was off by the way Jiyong said that. Still maintaining the poker face as the leader, Jiyong said, 

“Hanbin, get the other room ready. She’ll be kept there. You will be in charge of getting her food and water. Tell the boys that no one is to touch her.” 

He turned to Daesung and Youngbae.

 “Put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding. Bring her up to my room.” 

And he left for his room.

Daesung helped you up while Youngbae applied pressure on the wound. You were wary of them, especially Daesung, but he was surprisingly gentle when helping you, almost apologetically. They left you in Jiyong’s room, Youngbae giving you instructions on how to stop the bleeding, and Daesung slowly whispering, 

“Sorry”

 before leaving. You looked around you, wincing from the pain and the smell of blood. You were just about to sit when Jiyong entered the room. He looked different. His blazer was gone and his sleeves were rolled up. He was holding a first-aid kit. He looked at you, and said, 

“Strip.” 

You were annoyed with the man, but you were curious. Was the same man who ordered them to torture you going to give you first-aid? In the same detached tone as him, you replied,

 “Why?” 

He gestured to your wound.

 “That needs to be taken care of.” 

You looked at him, trying to figure him out. You also had a feeling he wouldn’t answer any more questions, so you just shrugged and slipped out of your shirt. He slowly walked over to you, and started disinfecting the wound. He was being surprisingly tender. He had never done this before. This wasn’t like him. He found himself looking at the lashes and the bruises, and feeling sad, which was definitely not like Jiyong. He never sympathised with the victims. He also couldn’t look up, because already, without looking at your face, there was a slight blush across his face from seeing you like that. He dressed your wound in silence, and after dressing it, he just walked out of the room, leaving you alone there to wonder what exactly was he thinking until Hanbin came to get you.

After that, things changed a little. You were moved to a room of your own. Granted, it had no windows, and all it had in it was an old couch and a study table, but it was still an improvement. At least it had an attached bathroom. Although they kept you locked up in there, Hanbin, on Jiyong’s orders, removed your gag, blindfold and handcuffs. It was much better for you this way, and you were doing okay. Jiyong had your phone with him, and you were dependant on Hanbin for pretty much everything, but it was better. You liked Hanbin. He was a nice guy. He would talk to you and check in on you even when he didn’t have to. From talking to him, you gathered that he was a nice guy. More sensitive. Always got attached to people when he shouldn’t have. Jiyong had warned him about that countless times, but Hanbin, being the sweetheart that he is, always did anyway. It was late in the evening the next day, and you were just peacefully relaxing, when you heard someone opening the door. You knew it wasn’t Hanbin, because he always knocked, so immediately, your guard went up. It was a man you didn’t recognise. He came in and smiled at you. It was a menacing smile. It made you nervous. Trying to keep your voice steady, you said,

 “What’re you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” 

His smile grew wider. He came closer to you, until his face was only a few inches away from yours. In a second, before you could even react, he caught your hands, and held them painfully tight above your head. He pushed his knee between your legs, holding your legs in a vice-grip. He leaned in, close to your ear, and said, 

“Look at you. Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” 

He slapped you. 

“You think you’re in a position to order me around.��� 

He laughed. 

“Well, you’re not, and all you managed to do is make me angrier.” 

He pushed his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue through your lips, and running his hands all over you body, groping you. He was just about to unzip his pants, when the door slammed open. It was Jiyong. As usual, he had his poker face on, but immediately, that man dropped your hands and stepped away from you, trembling. He knew Jiyong didn’t like being disobeyed. Jiyong slowly reached for his gun. He looked at the man.

 “Joongi. Stay there.”

 Joongi could only nod, trembling in fear. Jiyong took out his gun and pointed it straight at your forehead. He moved closer to a shocked you. He handed you the phone and said,

 “Call your father. Tell him you’re here.”

Jiyong had been bothered by how he stopped them from torturing you all day. It wasn’t like him. It was more like him to send a picture of you, all bloody and bruised to your father. He didn’t like this new found vulnerability. He didn’t like the uncertainty of emotions. He thought about it all day and finally decided to make you call your father and tell him. He had no idea why you were being so stubborn, but he was sure he could make you crack. He couldn’t afford to disappoint a client, after all. He walked down to your room, feeling oddly nervous about what he was going to do. All of that disappeared though, when he noticed your rooms was unlocked and the lock had been picked. He started to feel worry rising in him. Hanbin wasn’t careless enough to make that kind of a mistake. He walked into the room to see Joongi kiss you and grope you while you tried to fight him, but failed. Jiyong felt this anger boil in him. He had killed many people in his career, but he had never felt this intense a desire to make someone feel pain and suffer. He would deal with Joongi later. For now, he had to make you call your father. He held a gun to your head, and told you to call your father.

You were shaking from what just happened, and you were scared because of the gun to your head, but you were determined to sound normal for your father. You called him. He answered on the first ring. 

“Hi Sweetheart. How are you? How is the job?”

 You took a deep breath. You looked at the gun and shrugged. If it was your time to go, you would. You looked straight into Jiyong’s eyes and decided you weren’t going to give in to this kind of pressure.

 “Hi Dad. Everything is okay. I’m just getting used to things here.”

 And just like that, with a gun to your head, you lapsed into your normal conversation with your dad. You smiled and continued talking to your dad as usual while staring into Jiyong’s cold eyes the whole time. Your dad suddenly asked something unusual.

 “So, did you get to see your favourite kpop star? That Green dragon guy?” 

You smiled. Jiyong’s eyes changed slightly. 

“Dad, G Dragon. Not Green dragon. And yes, I did see him.”

 “Why do you sound so disappointed Darling? Not as handsome as the pictures?” 

You paused for a minute. Still looking into Jiyong’s eyes, you said,

 “No Dad. He’s every bit as good looking as the pictures, it’s just his personality and values. I’m disappointed.”

 And something in Jiyong just went off. He grabbed the phone from you and cut the call. Within seconds, he moved his gun to Joongi’s direction and without even looking away from your eyes, shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. He grabbed your face and pulled you closer until you were only an inch away from him. Teeth gritted, he asked,

 “Why’re you disappointed in me?” 

Refusing to back down, you replied, with your eyes blazing. 

“Because I used to like you. I used to admire you. But now, I hate you.”

[babyrubysoho]

Two Ships Passing  Chapter 6: Good Ship Venus

[daesungindistress]

Hi! I'm fan of your stories. I dont know how many times read them. And they are together now. Will you continue Hearts On Fire series?

Hello! Thank you for reading my fics, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them :)

Hearts On Fire... Occasionally readers still approach me about this series, wondering whether I have plans to continue it. In the past I've answered, “I want to,” “I hope to,” etc. At this point though, years have passed since the last installment, and much has changed... my feelings about my old fanfics are not what they used to be. About continuing it, I can’t confidently say yes, yet I'm not ready to say no. The most honest answer I can give you today is: I don’t know.

I only have one more part planned; it involves a bit of a time skip and the series was never exactly real world compliant so despite the hardships of the last few years it can be done, it’s just a matter of me getting back into the mood and recapturing that feeling that drove me to write about the guys romantically in the first place. If I’m going to tell stories about them I need BIGBANG to be together again, active again, interacting again -- at the very least talking again. Hearts On Fire is about ToDae but we haven’t seen TOP and Daesung so much as share a word with each other in literally years. Until that changes, I just don’t have the motivation to imagine them in new situations, much less the energy to put it in writing.

[sassy-ren]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Big Bang (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Choi Seunghyun | T.O.P./Kang Daesung Characters: Kang Daesung (Big Bang), Choi Seunghyun | T.O.P. Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Fluff and Humor, Seunghyun is a mess, Short & Sweet, just seunghyun being a mess of emotions, daesung being his adorable self Summary:

Seunghyun can’t stop staring, mouth slightly open. Oh—oh God. This can’t be happening, Seunghyun panics. Kang Daesung, the adorable, gorgeous, nice, cute, sexy, golden god from across the hall is standing in front of his door, looking like a goddamn snack in his tight white shirt and fitted jeans.

--- The five times Seunghyun runs into his neighbor, Daesung, and manages to not embarrass himself (too much)

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Last Post on tumblr

Hello This is officially my last post Here so i started moving my story edits on wattpad (Here is the link https://my.w.tt/25wvr4F5U7 ) once i catch up to where i am in stories i will regularly update so Please check it out and give it a vote and comment its appriciated

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Overprotective Seunghyun

[vamp-doll-diva]

The True Saviors - A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong, Kang Daesung, Dong Youngbae, Choi Seunghyun, Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

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Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

AN: Positive feedback appreciated even if it’s a like or reblog! I’ve never wrote for Negan or TWD before. As said, this is an AU.

[bobbyseyesmile]

till we meet again

It was a while ago I’ve seen him last…

Silently I sat in the cab and starred at the message my best friend had send me hours ago, thumbs hovering over the letters on the display but I couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“Y/N, he will be discharged today! We arrange a surprise party for him!”

I knew exactly who “he” was, and even if it wasn’t a question Jiyong had asked I could still feel the big ass question mark on my shoulders. Do I wanted to see him? Do I wanted to see the others? Was it a good idea to move?

Questions over questions and I couldn’t even answer one for myself. I typed a fast “OK” and a thumbs-up Emoji before I pressed the Send button. It wasn’t much, in fact it was insultingly sparse but I didn’t know what else to write.

Even though I needed the whole day for my short message I got the response within a few seconds.

“What should I tell him?”

Oh, nice. Freshly baked reproaches right out of the oven… Of course, Jiyong didn’t mean it like that, but still, I could read the obvious undertone in his message.

“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care, it wasn’t my decision-“ I pressed the Delete button and started again “On my way. But I’ll only stay 10 minutes.”

Now I got a smiley and thumbs-up from him. The exact opposite from how I felt right now…

The cab stopped a few minutes later and I had to take a deep breath before I was brave enough to leave the warmth and safety of the car. The villa seemed to taunt me by towering into the sky while I felt like an ant. A baby ant. Hundreds of times I was here. I knew the house from the bottom to the roof like it was my own. Countless times I shared kisses and sweet nothings with my former lover. But now it was gone.

My fingertip hovered over the bell and for a short moment I thought about leaving. I mean, nobody knew I was already here, right? But before I could finish the thought in my head, the door snapped open and I starred in two brown eyes.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Youngbae’s voice sounded surprised but pleased at the same time.

“Hi.” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. “Jiyong messaged me.”

“I see. Well, it’s nice to see and have you here! The others will be glad too, to finally meet you again- I just forgot something in my car, be right back.” And with that he was gone and I stood alone in the entrance hall.

Loud music and laughter approached me when I reached the living room and passed through it, but I couldn’t find my best friend just hundreds of strangers who enjoyed expensive wine and cigars.

I sighed and wished to be in my small apartment, snuggled into a thick blanket on my sofa, eating ice cream and watching some K-Drama till I was a crying mess again. Instead I stood there in Louboutin’s and tight pants in a house what barely belonged to my safe places anymore. What was I doing here?

Meanwhile annoyed I grabbed my phone and texted Jiyong that I was here but I couldn’t find him.

“Roof terrace” was all I got back two minutes later and so I decided to take the lift considering my choice of shoes.   On the top floor I was greeted by less few people, probably because it was Jiyong’s private VIP section for other celebrities or just woman he wanted to nail.

“Jiyong?”  I called his name and a few girls in too small bikinis turned their heads in my direction and then started to whisper when I passed them. I ignored them, already knowing what they were saying.

“Is that her?” another, not so discreet, voice asked and I turned around, suddenly full of confidence.

“She is. And she wants to know where Jiyong is.”

“I’m here ma petite.”

I smiled because of the nick name and turned around to face Jiyong who looked like always: A big ass smile on his lips trying to hide the tires and exhausted expression on his beautiful face. I bet he hadn’t slept in days again…

“Hey” I said and responded his bear hug while his face was buried in my neck and hair- as always.

“I’m so glad that you came, you know, when you didn’t read my text for hours I was sure you wouldn’t respond to it and just ignore me.”

“Well, that was the plan at first” I admitted and coughed slightly while he bursted out laughing “But then I thought that it would be a bit rude and now I’m here. But not for long.”

He snorted and nodded towards the bar “Do you want to see him?”

My brain immediately screamed NO WAY! but my heart started to ache in a painfully delicious way.

“Sure” I answered, “That’s why I’m here.”

Seunghyun looked like always- and that was what caught me off guards. In my day dreams he was fat and full of pimples, which was completely excessive, he came from his military service, but it made things easier for me if I imagined him this way.

But now that I saw him for the first time in 18 months, it felt like a huge slap in the face. He was big and even more muscular now, although he slimmed down a bit, but not much. His pitch-black hair was perfectly styled and the dark suit fitted him like it was made to be on his body. I starred at the Rolex on his wrist which I gave him many moons ago and my heart began to throb- he still had it?

He was a gentleman with his whole being. He was Choi Seunghyun.

However, I felt like I never lost those 20 pounds and that my stylish long bob haircut was replaced by my old and boring hairdo. I could even feel the braces on my teeth again although I didn’t have them since high school. Dammit. I quickly turned around and nearly ran towards the lift to bolt off really fast. It was a mistake to come here…

“Y/N.”

I closed my eyes and muttered a quiet “Fuck” before I turned around to face my biggest weakness. It was only one word he spoke, but the deep voice cut deep inside me and I started to tremble.

“Seunghyun.” I spoke and wished I had the same dominance in my voice like he did. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so I just put a hand on my hip and hoped to compensate my nervousness with this small gesture.

His look wandered from my shoes over my body and to my eyes where he finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“You look ravishing.”

I gulped. Only Choi Seunghyun could break your heart in one minute and in the other one he would give you an honest compliment.

“Thank you.” I said and followed his look, but kept the compliments for myself. He noticed it because his smile widened, a small nod and a delightful slug of his wine. Everything he did looked so easy and smooth.

I grabbed a glass for myself when a waiter repassed us and for the first time in eternity I received an astonished look from the handsome man in front of me.

“You don’t drink.” A statement, not a question and it annoyed me to the guts. Instead of an answer I just gulped it down at once and gave it back to the startled waiter from who I grabbed another glass.

“Wrong, Seunghyun. The old me didn’t drink, the new me doesn’t care what you think.”

Ouch. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. He smiled ruefully.

“I want to apologize.” He whispered, “I sure didn’t want to offend you in any way.”

“No… only merely breaking my heart and then leaving for your national duty.”

I just noticed the silence and the looks when it was already too late. I really said it. Everyone starred at us, I could even see Jiyong’s expression although he was on the other side of the terrace.

“Y/N, I-“ Seunghyun started but I cut him off and pushed my wine glass in his hand.

“Forget it. It was a mistake to show up.”

I made my way through the overcrowded house and ran outside to finally breathe again. The air was cool and oddly comfortable, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop, only then I would call a cab. After a few minutes I already felt better and even the watering of my eyes stopped. Stupid, stupid me… I scolded myself. Why did you drink? You have a low tolerance for alcohol, why would you even drink it in one go then?

“Can I give you a ride home?”

I flinched at the sudden voice and the car next to me. I completely forgot that Seunghyun drove a silent electro car.

“No, thanks.”

“You know, if necessary I escort you like this, me driving next to you till you’re home.”

“Dammit Seunghyun!” I suddenly yelled, “Why does it always have to be your way? I’m an adult and I can handle myself!”

My arms gestured wildly while the car slowly rolled by my side.

“I can make my own decision, thank you very much. Also, I know exactly what’s good for me and surprise, surpsise, it’s not you!”

“You will ruin your Louboutin’s.”

I sighed, took my shoes off and continued walking. I could hear him quietly laughing before he stopped the car and suddenly stood in front of me.

“Y/N, to be very honest I would really like to order you to get in the car right now, but you’re not the only one who changed in the last months… So, I ask you to get in so I can bring you home safely.”

We remained silent for a few moments before I gave him a small nod. Fine. It was just a 20 minute drive anyway. We didn’t talk the whole ride, there was only some quiet classic music coming from the radio. Probably Beethoven.

“Thank you.” I said when he stopped in front of my old building. To be honest, I moved out of it weeks after he went to the military, but in fact, I didn’t tell him. I don’t know why but I just didn’t want him to know where I lived now- it was my safe place. I would just call a cab from here.

“It was really nice seeing you again.” He muttered and his cologne hit my nose. I didn’t dare to look but I bet he came closer, probably to open the door for me. I nearly jumped out of it- suddenly it got too small in there.

I watched him drive away and waited a few minutes before I dialed the number for the taxi company. He’s gone, Y/N. Finally.

It felt good to came home- even the buzzing from the elevator in my apartment building felt familiar and trusting. This was my home, my comfort zone where I felt safe. I opened the door and undressed myself, letting the clothes hit the ground. When I turned to the bathroom something felt different… but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Did I lock the door?

A soft purr jogged my memory: Snowball didn’t welcome me home at the door. This was odd, he always did it. But now I could hear him purr and it came from the living room. Did a cat purr when it was all by himself?

Before I rethought it, I grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed along the corridor. There’s someone in my apartment, I thought when I figured a dark silhouette sitting on the sofa. I shivered when I reached for the light switch, not even realizing that I was almost naked and trying to fight a possible intruder. Maybe he would blush to death.

The light blinded me for only one second before I screamed and the vase crashed on the floor beneath me. Seunghyun on the other hand just sat there while he calmly caressed the belly of my cat. Traitor.

“WHAT THE-“ I screamed, “SEUNGHYUN?!”

“Y/N, calm down, it’s just me.” He reassured me, but oh boy, it didn’t help at all. “You could have told me your new address.”

“You…you…” I started but my mind couldn’t come up with a good insult “You didn’t ask.”

“I wanted to know if you would tell me by yourself.”

“How do you even know this address and how the fuck did you get in here?!”

“Well… to answer your first question, you posted a pic on your Instagram showing your new view, so I figured you moved. Nice neighborhood by the way, very clean and quiet.” He nodded like he would talk to himself “A friend of mine lived in this area a while back, so I know it well. And also, it wasn’t that hard to ask for your name at the front desk.”

His words left me completely bewildered, unable to say something in return.

“And to the second question, you still hide your keys under the artificial plants at your door.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

WE BROKE UP I

It’s An Act

BigBang Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader Summary:  “We broke up; you have no right.” Or simply, I write about my favs in a post-breakup, angsty light. (so yes, it’s not really a series) Warnings: Angst, not much dialog, prolly some typos, etc. Words: 1k+

Ain’t anybody gonna love you like me, and nobody gonna love me like you

Or whatever the hell the song was saying.

It didn’t matter; Seunghyun was dancing to it with every nerve and tendon in his electrified carcass. His arms were bending into hypnotizing worms and his feet were snapping in the beat.

Everyone was cheering for him, ‘TOP, TOP, TOP’. He was enjoying the cheers that charged him with adrenaline. It helped brighten his mood. He was in a sulky patch for quite a while. He couldn’t pin point what it was, but he was just… lonely.

He called Daesung about it, and they hung out for a while.

It helped.

But it came right back.

And so he went to a bar and drank the night away.

It was fine, he reasoned. It was exclusive, exclusive. And he could call a driver anyway.

The lights were blue… or was that him blind in alcohol?

He broke it down and bumped and brushed into some strangers. Once he was royally out of breath, he stopped and went to the bar, asking for a cold cup of water and whiskey.

He caught his breath and wiped sweat off his forehead. He thanked the bartender and took the glass off the table, only to let it go at the sight of the person on his two o’ clock. His back was leaned against the bar, but he straightened it tensely.

That person was the crossed arms and knit brows he missed seeing, the sweet laugh and playful punches he missed receiving, it was you. And you had some suit clad man’s lips pressed against the same ear Seunghyun used to tell sweet nothings to. You laughed the way Seunghyun sometimes still dreams about, softly at first, up until the bashfulness inside subsides, then loudly—a symphony.

Seunghyun didn’t know how much he could watch, or why he was watching in the first place.

He didn’t care. Pssssh.

You and he had cut ties months ago, ages ago. You had even looked so different… glowing in that glittery blue you were wearing. It matched the lights here, you matched this place, Seunghyun didn’t.

One more thing too, he didn’t love you anymore. I mean, it was his mantra. It was also why you two broke up anyway. You two never saw each other, and when you did, you’d get to clingy. It’d all be too much for him, so you both decided it was better for the both of you.

Clearly you’re enjoying it very much.

He took his glass of water, and drank it, taken aback by how little there was, up until he realized it was his whiskey. Strangely, this sobered him up.

He faced the bar at his point, not wanting to see the side show specifically made by the universe just for his suffering.

He coughed at the liquid that burned his throat. He went for the water and sighed. He didn’t need this, not tonight, not when he was already being tormented by his emotions.

Seunghyun decided the party was over, so he snorted and pushed his shoulder back, standing and walking away.

He wasn’t gonna look.

No way was he gonna look.

He walked looking at his feet.

He snuck a glance in your direction, but it was covered by the crowd.

Yes, serves him right. He doesn’t need to see you.

 Seunghyun was in front of the door, he was about to walk out, make his exit… but he just had to turn around.

I mean, here it is, if he still can’t see you, he’ll leave. But if he can… then maybe it’s a sign… that he should repent?

He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder.

His eyes went wide and his fists clenched tightly at what he saw. That scumbag had your jaw in his hands and was pulling you against his body with a tight arm around your stomach. You were mouthing something, obviously wanted to be released, but he leaned in close instead.

At this point, Seunghyun charged.

He pushed the numb people aside, unaware of the evil that was happening around them. Some random chick got to caress the part of his chest that was not covered by his button down, and he cringed but did not slow down.

He did however, when you elbowed the guy in the face, sending him reeling back. It confused Seunghyun then how you reacted after the man jolted away in pain. A few second you were angry, and then you ran to him with an embrace, seemingly apologetic.

It was then that a bunch of people came to your side, holding papers and amongst other things. At the same time, a man went reeling backwards onto him.

“Ya! How could you do this to me when I’ll be the one who watches your drama anyway?” he slurred out to someone in the distance. He was evidently drunk, and so Seunghyun shoved him off him.

It was then that he noticed there was a bunch of security guards around there vicinity, and unmissable camera faced at you. Actually, now that he’s seeing a lot clearer, there are cameras everyone, and on CCTVs, director’s cameras.

Seunghyun cursed himself and wiped his face.

Of course, it’s for your new drama.

Fuck, you were a successful actor after all.

It made sense. You hated going to places like this anyway, and there is no way that if you did, you’d go here alone with some moron like him.

He gulped, suddenly remembering that he used to take you to places like this.

 But… that was different, because it was him. I mean, you enjoyed his company, and he…

Seunghyun looked at you as you laughed at the man who was previously assaulting you. He was now visibly so warm looking; he rubbed his nose and laughed as it seemed that you apologized.

What a joke.

Seunghyun watched as you got back into place. His hand was on your jaw again and an arm wrapped around you. You pulled back to fix your outfit, and during this, look out and saw Seunghyun staring at you.

You froze for a second, and then got back to how you were before.

You pretended like you saw nothing, and damn, Seunghyun didn’t think it would sting, not like this.

“Hey, aren’t you TOP?” voice spoke, making TOP turn to whoever spoke.

He looked young and star stuck, but amongst that, slightly boozed. He shrugged, “My name’s Seunghyun. I won’t spin on the floor if you tie me around some sting and pull on it.”

With that he shoved his hands in his pockets and finally exited.

He would never know that you would mess up a couple of scenes after that, or would have to retake a few others because you forgot your lines.

You were broken up. Why would he need to know?