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drunk in love
pairing: kwon jiyong x f!reader
contents: best friends to lovers, alcohol, drunk love confessions, very fluffy, lots of kissing, debut era ji (2007 ish)
synopsis: your life-long best friend, jiyong, drags you to an event that he didn’t want to attend in the first place. you only planned to stay for an hour, but the open bar had other plans. and when you and jiyong end up outside together after you’ve had a little too much to drink, things move to a level you never thought would be possible between you.
word count: 2.6k
a/n: it has been a hot minute since i posted a fic, so hello!! i missed you all!! please accept this fluff as a formal apology for my writing hiatus, i will do my best to post more often 🤍 enjoy!!
Your fingers are calloused now from holding chords on your guitar, but after playing for so long, you barely notice when that happens anymore. Jiyong is humming next to you, just watching you play.
Nights like this are very common between you two. You playing guitar softly while Jiyong hums or tries out lyrics he’d messily written in his notebook. You love these nights.
Having Jiyong as your best friend growing up wasn’t anything like normal friendships. He was always busy, always training or recording or staying way too late at the YG building and missing school because of it. But despite all of that, he always made time for you. He always showed up at your doorstep if you had a bad day, even if he was so tired he couldn’t do anything but sit next to you on the floor in silence. He always answered your calls, always remembered your birthday, always made sure you fit comfortably into his busy schedule.
You aren’t a singer by any means, but you’ve been playing guitar since you were young, so Jiyong would always ask for your help when he was working on something new. Even after Bigbang debuted a year ago. He would bring you into the YG building after hours and have you read his lyrics, and help him design a melody that fit.
You complimented each other so perfectly that it always just seemed to work out. And now, with Bigbang’s one year anniversary celebrations finally over, you finally have your Jiyong back.
When you finish the melody, Jiyong just stares at you.
You narrow your gaze. “What? Did I mess it up?”
“No,” he smiles, “you’re really good.”
You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”
He scoots closer to you, letting your legs brush a little. You barely notice, you’re so used to Jiyong being in your space that his touch doesn’t even phase you anymore. But you still smile a little wider when he leans his head on your shoulder.
“Oh, Y/N?” He says, your name sounding so natural coming from him. You hum in response. He sits up and meets your eyes, smiling softly. “Are you doing anything Friday night?”
You think for a second, then shake your head. “I don’t think so. Why?”
“I have a proposal, and you can say no.” His tone is treacherous.
You give him a glare, suspicious. “Oh god, what is it?”
“There’s a small get together at that super fancy club I hate. And I want you to come.” He immediately looks away, and you groan.
“You know I don’t like that type of shit, Ji. No one knows me. I’m not a celebrity. Won’t I stick out?” You elbow him, and he turns his gaze back to you.
“They know you! Well… the boys know you. They’ll all be there. And I don’t like that type of shit either, but I am forced to go.”
“So if you have to suffer, I do too?”
Jiyong nods. You elbow him again.
“We can judge the stuck-up rich people and leave after an hour.” He offers.
You aren’t convinced. You lean your head back against the wall and groan dramatically again. Jiyong giggles.
“There’s an open bar.” He says. You turn to him. “Oh, so that gets your attention?”
“Unlimited ridiculously expensive alcohol? Yes, Ji. Yes it does.” You pause for a moment, strumming your guitar lightly. “Fine. I’ll go.”
“Oh thank god. I did not want to go. I’ve been at these stupid events all month.”
“Only an hour?” You confirm, pointing a finger at him.
Jiyong nods. “Only an hour. Then we can get convenience store ramen and go back to your apartment.”
You smile. “I’m holding you to that.”
-
Friday approaches faster than you thought it would. Jiyong had never invited you to one of these parties before. You have to admit, you’re a little nervous. You know the other Bigbang members well, and you’re grateful that Jiyong won’t be the only familiar face tonight.
But still, it’s nerve wracking.
You keep it fairly simple. Black dress, small jewelry, light makeup. You do not want to stand out.
You sit at your window and watch for Jiyong’s car. When it pulls up, you walk downstairs and meet him. He walks out of the car and opens the car door for you. But when his eyes meet yours, when he sees you up close and clearly, he freezes.
Jiyong’s eyes widen. He subconsciously looks you up and down, studying your outfit, your makeup, your hair half pinned back.
You huff a short laugh. “What? Too much?” You gesture to your outfit.
“I- uhm, no. It’s good.” Jiyong stutters. Actually stutters. You don’t know why, but that sends a shiver down your spine.
He gestures to the back seat of the car and you climb inside. He follows, then signals the driver to go.
“I like your suit. Probably costs more than a year of my rent.” You roll your eyes. One of your favourite things to do is tease Jiyong when he’s blending in with the rich managers and stakeholders he’s forced to be around for these events.
“I have no idea, honestly. It’s not mine. It was sitting in my dressing room when I got there.” He says, so casually it makes you laugh.
“That’s almost worse.”
He laughs too, looking over at you with that same expression. He stares at you for a minute. Then, as expected, you punch him in the arm.
“Seriously, man. What’s wrong with you?” You ask, and Jiyong immediately adverts his gaze.
“Nothing. You just… you don’t usually wear that type of thing.”
You sigh. “Yeah, that’s intentional. This isn’t exactly my scene.”
“You’ll fit right in.” He nods, and you laugh again.
“I’m in college and serve tables for a living. How does that qualify me for this?”
Jiyong smiles. “You look the part. Fake it ‘till you make it.”
“Is that what you do?”
“How do you think I got here?”
-
The bar is so stupidly loud. There’s way too many people here. You already want to leave.
Jiyong has his arm linked around yours, and you immediately drag him to the bar. The others are already sitting there. Youngbae is the first to see you two.
He waves and gestures you over. “Y/N, it’s been a while!”
You smile as you and Jiyong slide into bar stools next to them. “I know. I told you all not to forget me when you got famous…”
Youngbae laughs. “Oh, stop. Look, you’re here now.”
“Against my will.” You glare at Jiyong.
He scoffs. “You willingly got into my car.”
“Only at the promise of alcohol.” You shrug.
Seunghyun and Daesung look over, ignoring Jiyong.
“Y/N! How are you?” Daesung smiles, leaning over the bar to see you.
Jiyong throws his hands up, offended. “Excuse me, I’m here too!”
“Shut up, they see you all the time.” You punch Jiyong’s arm. “I’m good, Daesung. Thank you for asking.”
“How’s school going?” Seunghyun asks, taking a sip from his drink.
“Don’t even say that word in front of me right now.” You put a hand up. “I have a Korean lit project due on Monday and I’ve barely started.”
“Well, in that case,” Jiyong steals the half empty cup from Seunghyun’s hand and places it in front of you, “let’s not think about it.”
You don’t hesitate. You down the whole glass in one go. “Music to my ears.”
And not think about it, you do.
You make sure to try every type of liquor you can see behind the bar. You and Jiyong laugh at the egregiously expensive drinks on the tiny menu, then order the ones with names you can barely pronounce. And before you know it, you’re barely able to stand properly.
You’ve been here for almost three hours. And you are so fucking drunk.
You’re clinging to Jiyong, arms around him from the back when he turns his head. Suddenly, his face is only inches from yours. He smiles, light and warm.
“I want a cigarette.” He says, spinning the stool until his whole body is facing you.
You still have your hands on his shoulders, mostly to keep yourself from falling over. “Outside we go!”
Jiyong laughs, standing up. He nudges Seunghyun and tells him where you’re headed. You keep your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and when you stumble, his hand finds your waist to steady you.
You lean into his touch a lot more than you mean to. He clearly isn’t as drunk as you are, but he’s still floating a little.
When you get outside, your ears are ringing slightly. Jiyong has a tight grip on your waist as he guides you to the wall and helps you slide down to the ground. He sits next to you, and you lean your head on his shoulder again.
Jiyong wastes no time lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke directly into your face.
“Hey. Let me try.” You try to snatch the cigarette from Jiyong, but he doesn’t let you. He holds it higher than you can reach.
“Nope. I’m not being the reason that you get addicted.” He says, taunting the cigarette in front of you, then taking a long drag.
“So sweet of you, Ji.” You pat Jiyong’s thigh, and your hand settles there. Jiyong freezes for a moment, but he doesn’t move it away. “Always taking care of me.”
Jiyong tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you as close as possible. He hums in response, letting his head fall against yours.
“I love you, Ji.” The words escape you before you can think twice. You’ve said it before, of course you love each other. You’ve been friends for years. But the way they sounded hit Jiyong in a different way.
He pulls his hand back from your waist. He brings it up to your chin, tilting it up so you meet his eyes.
His expression is doubtful. He isn’t quite sure what he’s doing. But he doesn’t have to decide, because before he can say or do anything, you lean in and kiss him.
Jiyong didn’t quite know what he was expecting, but he doesn’t pull away. He kisses you deeper, cupping your cheek and pulling your face closer. You rest your hand on his chest as you sit up to better meet his lips.
After what feels like forever, Jiyong pulls back just far enough so he can meet your eyes.
You stare at him for a moment, before smiling. “You’re good at that.”
Jiyong blushes. “You’re drunk.”
“So are you, pretty boy.” You reach up further to hold his face. “Can I kiss you again?”
Jiyong laughs. He feels light, like he’s floating. He’s been in love with you for years. But he always thought it was one sided. He never even tried to make something of it, because he didn’t want to risk losing you. But this look in your eyes, it’s telling him that he’s been stupid all along.
He doesn’t answer. He kisses you again, deeper this time, stubbing his cigarette in the ground next to him so he can hold you with both hands.
You smile against his lips, then after you pull away, you burst into laughter. And so does Jiyong.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He asks.
You roll your eyes. “Why haven’t you? Seems like it's your fault that it hasn’t happened.”
Jiyong considers shooting some sly remark back at you, but instead, he just stares at you, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I should have.” He says after a moment.
“Yeah.” You cover his hand with yours. “You should have.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” Jiyong smiles. “Back inside?”
“I have had so much expensive alcohol that I’m seeing two of you. We should go home.” You push against the wall to help yourself stand up.
“I’ll take you home.” Jiyong offers.
“Hey, you promised me convenience store ramen.” You poke his chest.
Jiyong nods in remembrance. “Well, obviously we’re still getting that.”
“Good. You owe me for forcing me to come here tonight.” You start walking away, but trip over your own footing. Jiyong’s hands grip your waist to keep you standing. You fall backwards so your back is flat against his chest. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Walk forward before you pass out in this alley.”
“Hold me up. I’m too weak. I think I forgot how to walk.” You complain, but Jiyong just laughs.
“I won’t let you fall.” He says as he guides you inside. “I’ll let my driver know we’re ready to go.”
“Perfect. Sleepover!” You take his hands and jump up and down. Jiyong laughs, nodding.
“You want me to stay over?” He asks, and you nod.
“I thought that was implied by the kiss.”
Jiyong chuckles. “Kisses. Plural.” He corrects. “Sleepover it is then.”
You smile wide, and just before he brings you back inside the bar to bid goodnight to the group, you lean in and kiss him again, just for good measure.
-
Jiyong takes the liberty of preparing both yours and his ramen, presenting a steaming bowl in front of you. You’re sitting on the living room floor right in front of the table.
“Thank you. I’m so hungry.” You immediately snatch the chopsticks from his hands and start eating.
He doesn’t respond, he just places his own next to you and joins you on the floor. Jiyong flicks on one of your favourite shows while you eat, and he just listens to the sound of your laughter as you watch.
He leans back against the couch when he’s done, and you follow, but you settle with your head against his chest.
Jiyong wraps an arm around you, running his fingers through your hair. You look up at him, smiling.
“Is this too much?” You ask, and Jiyong shakes his head.
“God no, Y/N. You really have no idea, do you?” He laughs low.
You furrow a brow. “No idea about what?”
“How much I’ve thought about this. You. And me.” He confesses, a little embarrassed after the words leave his mouth.
But your smile instantly soothes him. “I have too, you idiot. I’m honestly surprised you couldn’t tell.”
He just laughs again, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I think we’re both idiots.”
“You are more idiot than me.” You roll your eyes, and Jiyong furrows a brow.
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It makes so much sense. You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You give Jiyong a side glance, just fueling his laughter.
“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.
You roll your eyes again. “I regret this already. The only thing worse than Kwon Jiyong is Kwon Jiyong with an ego.”
“You regret nothing.” He says.
Jiyong leans down to kiss you again, and you melt into it. You wrap your arms around his neck and he slides his around your waist.
You stay like that for a long time—just kissing and laughing and pretending to pay attention to the TV show playing in the background.
Neither of you can really believe this is happening. You’ll probably have some long conversation and talk about your feelings tomorrow. But that doesn’t matter right now.
Both of you are perfectly content just living here right now, wrapped in each others arms. You don’t really know what the future is going to look like now, but every time Jiyong presses a teasing kiss to your cheek, a weight is lifted off your chest, and you’re reminded that even if it might be difficult, you’ll get through it together.
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