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Something More | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You and Jiyong have been best friends your whole lives. When you start seeing someone else Jiyong’s jealousy gets the best of him. Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, MDNI., unprotected sex, accidental cheating (you’ll see), jealousy, Jiyong acting like g-dragon, friends to lovers Author’s Note: Let’s not talk about how long it took me to get back into celebration fics. To whoever requested this one, thank you! I love a good made era request. Thank you all for sticking with me as I navigate my brain. 1K Celebration Event!

Jiyong had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He’d always been there since you were little kids. You’d watched him debut at 6 and grow up in the industry and were so incredibly proud of his success.

With that success came sacrifice though and unfortunately for you, Jiyong didn’t have the time to spend with you as much anymore. You still talked all the time, the visits were just few and far between.

Jiyong had left for MADE tour a few months ago and you tried to keep up between texts and FaceTime calls, but the time zones and your work schedules made it hard to talk every day. You missed him, you always did when he was gone. Your friend Jian had taken you out from drinks to take your mind off how much you missed Jiyong when you ran smack dab into a pretty handsome banker at the bar - Minho. You’d hit it off immediately, Jian leaving you two at one point.

You’d been steadily dating Minho for three months and the worst part was that Jiyong didn’t even know. He knew you were going out at night, but not with a guy he didn’t know. It was best to just not let him worry when he was away. He’d always met the guys you dated - not that there were many.

You were busy working away, reading the lines on a new artist's contract when your phone buzzed. You’d always giggled with Jiyong in the past about working for the enemy - Big Hit Entertainment and he would always complain about how he wished he had you looking out for him at YG. You sat your pen down next to the line you’d been reading and picked up your phone, expecting Minho. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw it was from Jiyong.

Guess who’s home!

Iye?

He’s been at your place for the past three months?

Oh, so he didn’t pack up and trek across Seoul to his actual house? Damn. I guess he’s not as special as I thought.

Y/N.

Oppa.

Why do you have to ruin it?

Because it’s fun when you pout. Welcome home, Ji. How long are you here?

A week and then we head to New York.

So fancy.

Can we grab dinner tonight? I miss you, or whatever.

No, I can’t.

The phone buzzed and you sighed when you realized Jiyong had switched the conversation to face time.

“Jiyong, Oppa, I’m at work.” You moved the phone around to show off your office space, thankfully your door was shut.

“Why can’t you go to dinner?” His eyes scanned your face looking for signs of illness or injury, finding none.

“I have a date tonight.” Jiyong’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“His name is Minho. I met him the night you left. We go out every Friday.” Jiyong blinked, his heart sinking.

“Bring him to dinner then? I’d love to meet him and I miss you.” He was practically begging and you sighed.

“I’ll ask him and I’ll let you know. I have to go.” You blew him a kiss and ended the call.

Minho knew about Jiyong, of course he did. Everyone who knew you knew he was your best friend. It would’ve been weird to hide it from him. You sat for a second rubbing your temples before picking your phone back up.

Change of plans. Jiyong is in town and I’d love for you to meet him. See you tonight!

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This wasn’t exactly how Jiyong had planned to spend his first night home. He’d wanted to tell you how he felt for months before he’d left for tour. Daesung had thought it would be a bad idea to lay it on you and leave so now that he was home for a few days, he thought tonight would be the perfect night. He hadn’t expected you to meet someone while he was gone.

You guys had always danced around the subject of being something more but he knew you felt it too. Or maybe he’d just imagined the spark, the pull, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t watching you. That was the problem though, he was always watching you. How could he not? You were always more than a best friend to him.

He had missed you though. Especially now with how sure he was about his feelings, every night was his own personal hell driving him further away from you. But with that distance also meant he’d been a day closer to seeing your face again. So if that meant he had to go to dinner and watch you be in love with someone else, he’d do it. He’d torture himself a million times over as long as it meant he got to see you. And if you were happy? That was everything.

You arrived for dinner first, heading straight there from work. You were nervous for the guys to meet, excited to see Jiyong, and of course you always looked forward to seeing Minho. Minho arrived shortly after you and you stood up to greet him.

“Hi baby!” You grinned, stepping up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He was a solid foot taller than you.

“Hey!” He grinned, pulling you back in for another guess. “Where is this famous Jiyong?” He looked around the establishment with a laugh.

“He’ll be here soon.” You shrugged as you sat back down.

“Oh sure, celebrities and their need to be fashionably late.” He grinned as he sat down next to you.

“He’s not like that.”

“Sure.”

Jiyong watched the exchange from the doorway, eyes slanted in a glare. Minho seemed like a typical frat boy, something he thought you’d both grown out of. And the jokes about him being late? He was just observing. He was always observing. Needed to know what he was walking into before he got there. But sure, he’d let Minho think he was an asshole celebrity.

“Sorry I’m late.” Jiyong slid into the seat across from you, sunglasses still on his face. “There was a mob outside. Someone must’ve tipped off the vips that I’d be here.” He smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Had to wait for them to clear out since I’m here without security.” Lies. All lies. Jaeho was seated a few tables behind you, just out of eye sight and there were no fans waiting for Jiyong.

“No Jaeho?” You frowned, not liking that he put his safety at risk to see you.

“Nah. Gave him the night off. He works so hard, you know? I’m kind of a big deal.” You raised a brow and Jiyong grinned, turning his attention to Minho. “You must be the new guy. Nice to meet you. I’m, well, you know who I am.”

“Right. I’m Minho.”

Jiyong nodded, looking less than interested. Happily turning his attention to the waitress who appeared a few minutes later. He ordered a round of drinks for everyone and drummed his hand on the table.

“Since when do you drink Rosé?” You raised a brow at him.

“I don’t.” He shrugged, lifting his glass to his lips as it appeared on the table. “But it’s your favorite.”

“I thought you liked cosmos?”

“Her favorite cocktail, yes. But this dinner. It would look tacky to drink cocktails when the wine here pairs well with everything.” He raised a brow. “But if you want something stronger, be my guest.”

“Wine is fine.” Minho’s jaw was tight as he placed an arm around you.

You looked between the two men, leaning into Minho’s touch. What had gotten into Ji? He never acted this way. Hated using his social status as an excuse even. And you’d defended his character just for him to act like this?

Jiyong watched as you snuggled in closer to Minho, his grip tightening on his wine glass. Minho wasn’t right for you, he could just tell. And not because he knew he was right for you, but because he knew you. He knew what you liked. Knew what you found funny, what interested you. Minho was none of those things.

Dinner was awkward to say the least, Jiyong spent most of his time reminding Minho that he was G-Dragon even going so far as to answer a work call at the table. You glared at him until he finally hung up but the damage was done. Minho wasn’t impressed, and you knew that.

“I have an early day tomorrow, I should get going.”

Minho stood and Jiyong barely acknowledged him as he moved to exit. You threw your napkin down on the table, gave Jiyong a pointed glare and ran off after Minho.

“I thought we were going back to my place after this?” You frowned when you caught up to Minho. “And you didn’t say bye?”

“I didn’t want to get between you and your boyfriend.” Minho gestured back to the table and you turned to Jiyong. He’d taken his sunglasses off, his green bangs dangling in front of his eyes as he watched you.

“He’s not-“

“Save it, Y/N. I’m tired. The last thing I want to do is go to your place and see the shrine of fucking G-Dragon.” His voice was laced with hate.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice rose an octave higher.

“Everywhere you look in there it’s pictures of the two of you, print outs of BigBang and his success, too. It’s embarrassing how much you idolize him.”

“He’s my best friend.” Your voice was even higher now. “I’m proud of him. I don’t idolize him.”

“Whatever. He’s an ass and I want no part of it. You should really reconsider your friendships with people.” He sighed. “Call me when he’s done.”

He turned and left. You stood there, mouth open in shock for longer then necessary before turning and storming back to Jiyong. That’s when you noticed him, Jaeho sitting a few tables away, you could feel the anger rising inside of you. Minho had all but broken up with you at a dinner that was supposed to be fun. What the fuck was Jiyong’s problem.

“What the fuck?!” Jiyong’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected you to be this mad.

“What?”

“Why did you act like that around Minho? That’s not you!”

“I don’t know. He just seemed like a shmuck.” He shrugged. “You can do better.”

“I can do better?” You snorted as you leaned down to grab your bag. “Fuck off.”

You didn’t want his apology. You turned around and headed towards the exit waving at Jaeho as you went. You realized once you were outside you didn’t want to chase after Minho, either. Sure, Jiyong had been a prick at dinner but he wasn’t a bad guy and if Minho couldn’t see that then he didn’t deserve to be hanging around you. And to dump you over the way your friend behaved? As if you could control Jiyong? Well, Minho could fuck off too.

You slammed your front door behind you once you were safely back home and plopped down on the couch. Your phone had buzzed nonstop since you left the restaurant, numerous missed calls and texts from Jiyong. Nothing from Minho. Guess that was that then - it really was over with Minho. You tried to feel anything, but the truth was you were glad.

Minho had been a nice guy, sure but you’d felt it since the first date - he wasn’t right for you. You tried to make it work, though, because the person you wanted you couldn’t have. It had been wrong and apparently the blow up had been three months in the making. You flung your phone down on the coffee table and sighed as you looked around your apartment.

Maybe there’d been some, okay, a lot of truth behind what Minho had said. Your apartment was covered in memories of you and Jiyong over the years. To an outsider it did look like you were an obsessive fan, but that’s not what it was. You loved Jiyong, you were proud of his successes and you cherished the memories you had with him. That was all. A knock at your door broke your thoughts and you sighed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Lee! I’ll be more quiet next time.” You called out, assuming your uptight neighbor had heard the door slam.

“Y/N, please.” Jiyong’s voice rang out from the other side of the door.

You sighed and stood up, making your way slowly to the front door. You opened it just a crack, long enough to look at him before opening it fully and walking away from him, back to the couch.

“Why are you here?”

“To apologize.”

“What was that tonight? I was so excited for you to meet Minho and he dumped me for hanging out with you!” Jiyong crossed the room, moving to stand in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I overheard what he said and I just reacted. He was stupid to dump you over my actions. But for him to just leave you at dinner when you did nothing wrong tells me everything I need to know about the guy.”

“Yeah. Well. You still shouldn’t have acted that way. That’s not you.”

You looked up at him and chewed on your bottom lip. It was hard to stay mad at him when you’d spent every day the past three months missing him. And when he was standing there looking so cute and innocent with his green hair.

“The green suits you.” He smirked.

“I meant what I said though about you deserving better.” He lowered himself on the couch next to you.

“Yeah? Maybe I’m just not cut out for relationships.” You shrugged, turning your gaze from him. You strongly suspected you’d keep chasing the wrong guys until the one you wanted - who was sitting right next to you realized he wanted you too.

“Hey, no.” Jiyong reached out, cupping your face and gently turning you to look at him. “Any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” Your eyes widened in confusion. “I know it’s not fair to lay this on you right after the events of the night but if I don’t say it now I never will. I’m in love with you. I was planning on telling you tonight but then you sprung Minho on me. My actions were purely out of jealousy and I am sorry that I hurt you.” You blinked, it was finally happening. All those years of avoiding feelings had finally reason to the surface and you weren’t surprised when you blurted out your own feelings.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Jiyong leaned in, his lips pressing against yours. It was sweet, gentle, everything a first kiss should be. Your hands moved to tangle in his jacket and you pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss. You had years of lost time to make up for and you weren’t about to settle for gentle.

His tongue darted out and you moaned as your tongue massaged against his. You needed more. You crawled into his lap closing the little bit of distance that has been left between you. His arms moved down your back, resting on your hips and you jerked against his touch.

“Jagi.” He panted, breaking the kiss when air became a necessity.

“Bedroom.” You whispered.

You needed him. Jiyong rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he moved to stand, your legs wrapping around him. His lips reconnected with yours as he walked you to your room and you made quick work of removing his jacket, his shirt and had just started unbuttoning his jeans when he plopped you down on the bed. He hovered over you, a cocky grin on his face.

“Slow down Jagiya. We’ve got all night.” He teased, his hips brushing into yours. You could feel how hard he was and you needed him inside you.

“We can go slow later.” You whined, your fingers undoing the fly of his pants and he laughed before swooping down to kiss you again.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” You smirked.

Jiyong took his time removing your clothes one by one, his lips trailing down your body. He’d waited years to get a taste of you and even if you didn’t want to take your time, he did. You deserved to be worshiped for the goddess you were. He removed your panties and practically licked his lips when he saw how wet you were. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and you let out a moan.

His eyes looked up to meet yours and you moved your hand to tangle in his hair. His tongue swirled around your clit and your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the pure bliss of this moment. Jiyong inserted a finger, darting it in and out of you quickly as his tongue lapped up your slick. You were perfect. He worked you close to the edge before removing his fingers and rocking back to his knees.

“Ji, please.” You moaned.

“Please what, Jagi?”

“Need you.” Your hand moved to his cock and you pumped him quickly.

He hovered back over you, aligned himself at your entrance and pushed into you slowly until he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a minute, allowing your body to adjust to him before he began moving in and out of you slowly. You fit together like completing a puzzle but of course you did. He’d known for a long while that you were perfect for each other.

Your back arched, taking him deeper with each thrust as your hips moved to meet his. Your legs locked around his waist and you moaned with each movement. Jiyong’s hand entwined with yours, your matching tattoos perfectly aligned as he raised your hand over your head, locking it in place.

His lips never left yours as he continued to move inside of you, each thrust hitting you just right. You were dizzy with want, need, and mostly love. He let go of your hand to slip a finger between you. Rubbing small circles on your clit as he continued his movements.

He worked you right into an orgasm and you came moaning his name. He followed shortly after you, releasing inside of you. This was what people talked about when they talked about perfect sex. It had never been this way before and you knew it was because nobody else had ever been right for you. Not like Jiyong.

He rolled off you, curling you into his side and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

You spent the rest of the night, curled up together taking turns exploring each other's bodies. You took note of the new tattoos he’d gotten since the last time you saw him. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you smiled as the warmth of the sun poked in through the blinds, snuggling in closer to Jiyong.

“Morning.” He whispered as he kissed your hair.

“Morning.” You buried yourself further into his chest.

You could get used to waking up like this. You frowned at the thought that by this time next week he’d be in New York, but didn’t let the sadness last long. You weren’t going to let him leaving ruin a perfectly good week.

You climbed out of bed, Jiyong’s arms wrapped around you as you made your way to the kitchen. You’d never cooked naked before - but considering the night you’d had, you weren’t sure clothes would be a necessity today. Jiyong kissed your shoulder as you prepared breakfast. He pulled you into his lap as you both ate, clearly not wanting any distance between you both either.

Your phone buzzed at some point during the day but you didn’t bother to check it until much later in the evening. You had both put on clothes and had decided to redo the dinner from last night. This time it was a romantic setting for just the two of you. Somehow it felt normal, like every dinner you’d ever had together had led you to this point. You looked at the text and let out a snort. Jiyong raising a brow.

“I guess we’re cheaters.” You shrugged, showing him the text.

Sorry about last night. Jiyong’s a little intimidating and I had no right to blow up on you like that. Dinner tonight to apologize?

I think you were right about a lot of things last night, Minho. We’re just not good together. Wish you the best.

You almost felt bad, but you really had thought he’d broken up with you the night before. It wasn’t like it mattered now, you were with the person you’d always wanted to be with. The person you got matching smiley face tattoos with on your birthday. The person who took up all the free time you had. You were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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