#bigbang fic

[lovemepartly]

head with bigbang

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

synopsis: it’s in the title! bigbang and head… their preference in receiving / giving + some other related hcs

warnings: 18+, smut. oral (m & f!receiving).

a/n: the way i literally need them all so bad based on this request! honestly i loved writing this😭 lmk if you guys have any more ideas for smutty hcs for bigbang... bc i personally have some that imma try to get to soon

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun

• preference: receiving. i don’t imagine seung-hyun as someone who’s very vocal during sex, but when you give him head it takes everything in him not to let out low, loud moans. he’ll tighten his grip on your hair to ground yourself.  

• absolutely loves when you get messy with it— he finds it so hot. drool running down your chin, mascara smudged as you look up at him, and he just thinks you look so beautiful. also definitely loves it when you gag. 

• he’s so so good at giving too. seung-hyun notices every small hitch of your breath, arch of your back, and soft whimper. that’s how he finds out what you like. also the type to finger you while he sucks on your clit. 

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong

• preference: both, but i would say he probably likes receiving a little bit more (i know people are going to disagree with me on this but hear me out!!) he’s so subby (thank you ubermensch for this knowledge) so when you’re in control he loves it. push him on the bed, slowly undoing his pant buttons. your tongue teases one long strip over his length and his resolve literally crumbles. 

• jiyong usually always lets you do your own thing, head leaned against the headboard and eyes fluttering shut because you’re so good at what you do. the type to hold your hair back for you (😛)

• so so good at giving though. jiyong could literally spend hours between your legs if you let him… and sometimes you do. he could’ve already made you orgasm twice, and he’ll still he begging for more. 

“please, baby, just wanna taste you one more time…”  

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung

• preference: giving. he loves it when you sit on him— not only does it make him feel so strong but he also likes when you just use his mouth how you want to. 

• eats you out because he wants to make you feel good. that means he loves it when you’re vocal because it shows him exactly what you like. also loves loves loves it when you pull on his hair a little bit. 

• when you give him head, he’s also definitely very vocal. he loves eye contact, so he’ll gently tilt your chin up so that he can look at how pretty you look, and he’ll brush any pieces of hair out of your face that stick to your forehead. overall, just very sweet and gentle. 

[lxvemaze]

"want u bad"

pt. 2

pairing: choi seunghyun/t.o.p x genz!reader

genre: smau, lowkey crack

warnings: implied age gap, reader is in her mid 20s, suggestive jokes, reader is a FREAKALEEK, seunghyun lowkey matches her freak bc he freaky like that

a/n: lowkey on the fence ab doing on of these for taeyang bc my boy is married with a whole ass child, but like, it's fanfic so idk i don't think its that serious 💀

[8l08l08lom3]

the moment they knew

the moment they knew they were in too deep ft. GD, TOP, DAE sfw , fluff

Jiyong

You and Jiyong had been together for a few months at this point. You'd known him and the group for many years by now, meeting them around the time the pandemic started to ease up. It wasn't something that had started right off the bat, no love at first sight, no sneaky glances across packed meeting rooms, just a simple, mutual understanding that eventually blossomed into something more. It was one of those late nights after a long month of busy schedules, everyone gathered in the living room of Jiyong's house. It had become an easy place for everyone to come to, typically being the central point of where everyone was when the idea was sprung into the group chat. You had been there a few times, sometimes just you two, but mostly with the group. Simply because, you were all busy. Jiyong with his music, his brand, and you with your own personal affairs. But it was comfortable.. minus one little detail. His cats. Jiyong's cats, Zoa and Iye, weren't the fastest when it came to warming up to new people. Before the two of you actually got together, you never really went to his house alone, there just wasn't really a need. And when multiple people were over? They preferred being tucked away, safe and sound in Jiyong's room away from the noise and chaos that typically ensued when everyone got together. The night was progressing as it typically did, everyone watching anything they could come up with whether it be old performance videos, sappy romcoms, or just mindlessly chatting about everything that had been going on with their lives over a few drinks. Everything was normal. Until Jiyong was coming back from the kitchen after fetching a fresh bottle of wine, the sight in front of him making him stop in his tracks. You were laughing over something Daesung had said, your head tilted back, empty wine glass haphazardly held between your fingers. A pretty sight, of course. One he saw and appreciated all too often. But what made his heart flutter just a bit more in his chest? The two grey streaks that had managed to sneak out of their hiding places and nestle into your lap in the few minutes he was gone. Your hand had found its way in between the ears of Zoa's head, nails lightly scratching her fur as she nudged your palm as Iye curled up in your lap, face tucked safely against the fabric of your sweater like they'd known you forever. To anyone it would probably sound silly, but that was when any lingering doubts in the back of his mind disappeared, and he knew right then and there he'd found the one.

Seung-hyun

Seung-hyun had never been one to really fall in love, especially the past few years you had known him. After everything had happened with the group and he took a step back and he really took the time for himself, he could manage. That was when you two got together. Sort of. An official label had never been placed on what you had, but you were both content with that. For different reasons, but content nonetheless. It had started off as simply supplying one another with company and comfort when one of you needed it, but slowly became a routine that the two of you had fallen into, even when neither of you quite needed it. You didn't have to say there was a label on it, you just both simply knew there was one, even if it hadn't been spoken yet. But after a long day at the studio, stress etched into his bones over his upcoming album after so long away from the music scene, the last thing he was expecting when he walking into his house was the sight in front of him. There you were, stirring a pot on the stove, still in the clothes you'd probably worn to work. He hadn't expected you over, not that he hadn't told you that you were free to come by when you pleased, even if he wasn't going to be home. But you never had.. until today. "Oh you're back, I had some leftover kimchi from lunch today.. thought I'd make us some stew. Oh, and I brought you the donuts from the restaurant you like—they're in the microwave." You said, glancing up with that warm smile you always gave him before returning back to the pot in front of you. Almost as if deep down, you knew he needed this—and he did. He really did. Because you always knew, even if you didn't realize it yourself, and that made it all the more easier for him to realize he really did love you.

Daesung

In his eyes, you'd always been a tough one to read. Not harsh or unapproachable, just quiet. You tended to keep to yourself more than anything, your emotions expressed through actions rather than expressions and body language. But, everyone knew that man was a golden retriever trapped in a human body, he was hard to not like—and that energy was especially apparent around you. Which is how you found yourself with him more than you were alone at this point. You two had been official for a few months by this point, but most considered you together for double that amount of time. When you'd first met the group it was on the set of one of his 'Zip Daesung' episodes, you having accompanied one of your group members who was his guest for that episode. The connection was pretty much immediate, to say the least. Not instant infatuation, just something that felt right the second you two hit it off and he'd decided to ask you to be his a few months later. Sure, he had talked to his friends about loving you multiple times by now, but was he in love? He'd never felt that 'spark' everyone spoke about, so he couldn't really say for sure, he just figured he did. Until now, that was. The latest episode had just finished being edited and a few of you were watching it over. He had been glancing over throughout the video, making sure his jokes were landing with the audience, checking to see if it was engaging—but around halfway through when his gaze landed on you again, he paused. You had your feet up on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest where your chin rested, and you were just watching him on the screen. A small, fond smile tugging at your lips and a warmth in your eyes that he'd never seen so strong until now. Just you, simply admiring him in his element. And it made something in his brain click. He didn't just love you, he really was in love with you—and he'd never been happier something had clicked in his life.

this is my first time writing something in years, but i'm pretty happy with it! lmk your thoughts :)

if you like g-dragon as much as me go check this out:

seeing red

[nnnaaahhhiiiaaa]

Ice Cream - kwon ji-yong

Summary | You and Ji-yong have been dating for the past two weeks. And you had never been on a date until now.

Pairing | post-debut!ji-yong x fem!reader.

Genre | 2000s school era.

Warnings | Fluff, romantic.

Author's note | English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

You were a bundle of nerves. It was your first date with your first boyfriend, and even though things were just starting, deep down you hoped—with the innocent hope of someone who dreams quietly—that it would last forever. Your heart was pounding as you rummaged through your closet, unable to find anything that felt perfect. Nothing felt enough like you, yet you didn’t want to clash too much with Ji-yong either.

Your styles were from completely different worlds. He had that streetwear vibe—oversized clothes, tilted caps, chains. You, on the other hand, radiated a Y2K aesthetic full of colors, sparkles, and that nostalgic early-2000s flair. You were polar opposites, but that didn’t stop you.

With a long, resigned sigh, you threw on the first thing that caught your eye: a denim mini skirt with a pink leopard-print belt, matched with a top in the same pattern that slightly revealed the black lace of your bra. Over that, a denim jacket to balance things out. You finished the outfit with pastel pink kitten heels and a mini bag that looked like it was made from the same fabric as your top. Bold, flirty, and unmistakably you.

You did your makeup quickly but carefully—soft eyeliner, glossy lips, and a bit of blush that highlighted your hopeful expression. After one last glance in the mirror, you headed out to your date.

It didn’t take long to spot him. Ji-yong stood out even among the bustling crowd in downtown Seoul. But what really caught your attention wasn’t him—it was the scene around him: several girls your age clustered near, asking for autographs and, of course, taking their chance to flirt shamelessly.

You frowned, unable to hide your jealousy. With a dramatic flair, you pulled out your leopard-framed sunglasses and slid them on with all the attitude of a diva. You walked toward him confidently, like the whole world was your runway. You knew this came with his recent debut in the K-pop group—photos, fans, attention... but it still got to you. Not because you didn’t trust him, but because of the way those girls approached him with fake smiles and eyes full of intentions.

“Ji-ji!” you called out playfully, a radiant smile lighting up your face—the one you knew he loved.

He turned around instantly at the sound of your voice, as if his ears were trained to recognize it. He quickly apologized to the fans and made his way over to you, fast, like just seeing you grounded him again.

The girls’ gazes shifted instantly—from dreamy admiration to pure jealousy. You smiled in triumph, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him without hesitation. It wasn’t just affection—it was a subtle claim. The eyes behind you burned.

“Wow, what was that?” he chuckled nervously, still surprised.

“What?” you feigned innocence, taking your sunglasses off with elegance. “I can’t kiss my boyfriend? Or is it that you don’t want them to know you have a girlfriend... or worse, that it’s me?”

You pulled away dramatically, crossing your arms like you were in the middle of a soap opera. Ji-yong rolled his eyes fondly and stepped in, grabbing you by the waist.

“Oh, come on. You know that’s not it. You just caught me off guard, baby.”

And before you could reply, he kissed you back. This time, deeper, more sincere.

Your cheeks flushed instantly. You peeked with one eye and saw the fans walking off, clearly annoyed. You smiled mid-kiss, satisfied.

“Knew it... you got jealous, didn’t you?” he teased as he pulled away, that playful glint in his eyes.

“Of course I did. Just because you’re famous now doesn’t mean you’re single to the rest of the world,” you replied, gently pinching his cheeks.

He looked at you like you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen and planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. Your heart skipped a beat, and you blushed again.

“Come on, baby. Let’s make this date unforgettable.” he said, lacing his fingers with yours.

You’d arranged to meet in the heart of Seoul, where Saturday mornings filled the streets with food stalls, clothes, accessories, and that vibrant city energy only Seoul could give. The whole day was yours.

“Oh, look, Y/n!” Ji-yong called.

You were busy looking at some jewelry at a cute little stall, but turned around when he called you. He was holding an adorable plush toy—a mix between a chick and a bunny. Its little body was yellow, with long floppy bunny ears, an orange beak, and stubby legs. It was ridiculously cute.

“It’s so cute!” you squealed, hands flailing with excitement. You snatched the plushie from his hands with a giggle and hugged it tightly like it was a treasure.

Ji-yong couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were smiling in a way that left him speechless. Your blonde hair danced in the breeze, your lips curved sweetly, and your laughter was music to him.

“It’s for you,” he said suddenly.

You stopped. Blinked.

“What?”

“I’m giving it to you,” he repeated calmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“B-but, Ji-ji…” you stammered. You didn’t want him spending money on you. Not out of pride, but because you didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything.

As if reading your thoughts, he shook his head and gently brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“You don’t have to give me anything back. Your smile is worth more than any plush toy in the world.”

Your cheeks turned bright red—you looked like you might burst from the embarrassment. Like a little tomato about to explode. Ji-yong loved it. He smiled, utterly smitten by you. Every minute with you made him fall harder.

You had no choice but to accept the gift, even if you pretended to be reluctant. But inside, you were overjoyed. And even though you tried to act casual, you couldn’t help but pet the plush with affection. It was Ji-yong’s first gift to you, and you’d treasure it forever.

“How about we get some ice cream? Then we can keep walking through the stalls,” he suggested, gently intertwining his left hand with yours, while holding the plush in the other.

“Yes!” you beamed, hugging his arm. “I need something cold with this heat!”

“Are you sure you’re hot?” he teased with a raised brow and a smirk. “Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing in that mini skirt, but if I were you, I’d be a little cold…”

“I can handle a few more degrees than you, babe. Don’t worry about me.” You winked at him, amused. “You’re the one who looks all tired and sweaty. You’re worse than me… though still very cute.”

Ji-yong chuckled under his breath, guiding you toward a nearby ice cream shop.

You didn’t have to walk far. The shop was right next to the Cheonggyecheon River, which gave you the perfect excuse for a stroll afterward, hand-in-hand with your ice cream and each other.

“What flavor do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, giving you one of those smiles that melted you faster than the summer sun.

“Hmm… vanilla and strawberry,” you answered without much thought.

“One vanilla-strawberry and one green tea, please,” Ji-yong told the vendor, never letting go of your hand.

Minutes later, you both had your ice creams. Ji-yong reluctantly let go of your hand to hold his, but that didn’t stop you—still hugging the plush against your side, you reached for his free hand and intertwined your fingers again. Like letting go completely wasn’t an option.

You walked together in a comfortable silence until you reached the river. The sound of flowing water and the soft breeze created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like Seoul had paused just for the two of you.

You sat by the edge, close enough for the current to almost touch your shoes. The ground was cool, the sun gentle, and everything moved at a slow, peaceful rhythm, like the world was giving you space to just be.

Without a word, you rested your head on Ji-yong’s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh—the kind that doesn’t weigh you down, but lifts you up. As you savored your favorite flavor, you felt his body relax beside you, his fingers gently caressing the back of your hand with quiet affection.

Time passed slowly—but perfectly.

“I wish this would never end…” he whispered suddenly, his voice barely a breath, as if afraid to shatter the magic of the moment.

Your heart skipped. You didn’t need to think.

“Me too…” you whispered back, pure honesty in your voice.

You looked up and found him already watching you. His eyes sparkled—not from the city lights reflected in the water, but from something deeper: emotion, affection, a quiet happiness that felt real.

You both smiled—and in that smile was everything. The budding love, the growing connection, the promise of an “us” that was just beginning but already felt special.

There, by the riverside, between the murmur of the water and the sweetness of your ice cream, your first date became an unforgettable memory.

[romanspinkpssy]

❛𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑵❜ － 권지용 !

권지용 ! | 𝐆-𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝗑．𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄!𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝓢𝓜𝓤𝓣 〈 ⚠︎ 〉 | ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ - ʏᴇs, ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs .

𝓈𝓊𝓂. 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍 ．． 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽 ．． 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒， 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 ．． 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 ．

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 ! | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ! | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 , 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃, casting a glow across hundreds of faces, all screaming, all reaching, all hungry for the same thing — him .

but he looked at you .. in the spotlight .

you didnt imagine it.. one minute you were vibing in the front row, your butterfly locs pulled up into a sleek high ponytail, lips glossed, your skin glowing under the flashing lights — and the next, his eyes were locked on yours ..

𝓰-𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 ．

even from the stage, he saw you .. the energy in your section shifted when it happened — like the air thickened around you, making your heart thump even louder than the speakers .

you tilted your head sighty, meeting his gaze, and you — swore — he smirked .

just a little ., just for you ..

the show kept going, but something had changed .. every time he glanced your way, his stare lingered longer then it shouldve , and during one slow song, while the lights dimmed and the crowd swayed, he waked to the edge of the stage and made it real obvious—mouthing something as he looked straight at you ..

you couldnt hear it over the screams .

but your gut said; ‘𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’

and you didnt,

after the final bow, people started to push toward the exits, but you stayed planted—seated heart racing, mind spinning .., you barely had tie to process it before a talk sharp—dressed man in black approached, speaking low near your ear .

“𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 ?“

you mugged, blinking, “𝐮𝐦. 𝐧𝐨 ?“

he nodded turning, “𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ., 𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝒚𝒐𝒖 .“

your stomach flipped ..

he ?

they led you through a maze of black hallways and corridors, all buzzing with post-show energy .. and then you were alone in a room .., dim lighting, plush couch, bottled water on ice, nerves bubbling up in your chest .

then the door opened .

g-dragon stepped in — black tee, damp hair, sliver chains, sweat still clinging to his skin like glitter .. he paused when he saw you —and smiled .

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅,“ he said, voice smoothing and low .

you gave him a shy shrug, trying to keep your cool, “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅.“

he walked towards you slowly, eyes scanning every detail of your body and your outfit.. carefly .. “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,“ he whispered to you, “𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 .. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ..“

you raised an eyebrow, “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ?“

“𝐧𝐚𝐡“ he said, licking his bottom lip., “𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮..“

you sat on the edge of the couch, nerves sparking. “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 ?“

he chuckled, then sat next to you — not too close but, close enough .

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚,“ he said .. “𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 .. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 .. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞 .,“

you smiled, “𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 .

he leaned back, arm draped over the couch behind you .. “𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ?“

you told him .

he repeated it softly, like he was testing how it felt in his mouth .. and it sound prefect .

“𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭,“ he said.., “𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲.“

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile . “𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 .“

he grinned, “𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 .“

his fingers tapped slowly against the black of the couch, just behind your shoulders., you could feel his energy—easy, confident, but there was something else beneath it. .. a curiosity.. like he was watching to see what youd do next .

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 ?“ he asked, voice low .

you turned your head slightly, giving him a look, “𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆-𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍.. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 .. 𝐮𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 .“

he leaned in just. a inch, enough that you could smell the clean, spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the trace of sweat and leather .

“𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥“ he started, voice brushing your skin.. “𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 .“

“𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 ??“ you mugged while rolling your eyes .

he laughed, “𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 — 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 .. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 .“

you let yourself relax a little .. shoulders settling, his attention was overwhelming but warm — focused like a stoplight , but soft like candlelight’s , every time he looked at you,, it was like he was unwrapping a gift, slow and deliberate .

“𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ..“ his eyes traveled from your hair, eyes and plumped lips dressed with your nyx lip combo.. down to your body looking at every single curve that was shown in your outfit .. “𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 .. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝—𝐢 .. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .“

you smiled, finally letting your flirty side show, “𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 .“

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 ..,“ he muttered, “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 .“

that made your checks warm .. you glanced down at your lap.. playing with your fingers before looking back up at him, “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ?“

he leaned even closer, one hand brushing the locs off your shoulders with surprising gentleness .. his thumb lingering just a second too long on your collarbone ..

“𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 .“

you breath caught ..

the room was still, music from somewhere in the building pulsing faintly behind the walls, but in here, it was his voice, his eyes, his hand not resting lightly on your thigh .

“𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ..“ you said slowly like poison, lips curving slowly .

his smile grew lazy, darker.. “𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.“

you leaned into him a little more, teasingly .. spreading your legs a little wide but not to much .. “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 ?“

he titled his head, lips almost brushing your ear now .. “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ?“

you skin tingled under his gaze—under his touch . this wasnt just a fangirl dream anymore ., you werent just one face un the crowd . you were here, and he was looking at you like you were the main event ..

you laughed softly, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes, “𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠 ?“

he exhaled slowly, and for the first time, there was softness in his deep voice ..

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 .. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 .“

you didnt answer right away., you didnt need to .

the way your hand slid to his pulling it closed to your inner thighs as he squeezed and you yelped lowly.. just as your lips met his in a slow, heated kiss that linger with promise — that said everything .

your hands were planted on the couch, your chest smashed into just as your lower body was in a arch,, lift off the soft cushion,

his grasp on your hips was bruising, thrusting into you from behind, with roughness.. you wouldnt expect from someone who’d just finished a exhausting performance on stage for a huge crowd of people .. his grunts were heard loud and clear,, makeup all smeared across your lips, and his features back running with sweat .

hes a goddamn killer .. on stage and inside of you .. fucking you so hard that you might just think this is pure hatred.. of course its not.. he couldnt hate you .. how could he with that pretty face smashed into the couch cushions and your ass bouncing back after every thrust .. and ooh how u made those sounds, those pretty pretty sounds that made him wanna keep going fast and fast until you broke .

“𝐟𝐮𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐜! 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐦𝐩𝐡!“ you babbled, your eyes shut tight as his thick dick drags in and out, slowly but quickly against tour sweet spot .. dragging among your cunt .

“𝐦𝐡𝐦𝐦𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡.“ he smirked, moving his hands from your hips and puling you against his chest, one balm traveling to slip his two fingers in your mouth ..

you started sucking as soon as your mouth closed around them, you kissed the tip of his fingers and pulled them back into your mouth ..

“𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐟’𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐤𝐚𝐲 ..“ you nodded, telling your head fall to his shoulder as your hands traveled along the sides of his body to find a place to hold ..

“𝐦𝐦! 𝐡𝐚𝐡..“ you moaned rising your head only to find the mirror in the corner of the room.. he was watching you in .

you brows furrow and eyes stuttered close, face all flushed as your back arched more.

he laughed lowly, letting gout a gruff, “𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 .. 𝐣𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚 .“ you were so full and drunk off his dick, you could only nod ad his words and he smiled, “𝐦𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐬.. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐦.. 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝.“

his hand still in your mouth as his other traveled down to your wet sticky pussy.. “𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝.. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐦 ?“ you nodded again, “𝐦𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 ? 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚 ..𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰.“ he smiled kissing your neck and shoulder as his fingers started to rub in your wetness ..

rubbing against your clit only for you to moan around his 2 fingers you were sucking.. you pussy squeezed sound him, and he began bucking into your pussy faster making the same pace as him rubbing your clit .

“𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ..𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ..“

you felt your knees buckle, as you squeezed around him, he lightly slapped your clit, making you squeeze again, you felt his fingers move from your mouth but you chased it only for a string of saliva to follow, he used those fingers to twist and pull at your nipples, making them bounce .

his thrusted didnt stop, however he groaned right into your ear before licking at it .. roughly rubbing your clit faster, his fingers pressed hard to cause pressure making your knees buckle again, he held onto you tightly ..

“𝐨𝐨𝐡—𝐠’𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.. 𝐦𝐦𝐩𝐡! 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠 !“ you cried in moans and whines, a hard orgasm came crashing into you, ..he didnt stop only went hard, he pushed your chest back into the couch, “𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐠 𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 .“

you shouldnt have liked him being so mean and demanding but you did.. you only whimpered a small yes and he was back holding your hips thrusting into you like crazy as you squeeze his dick shaping your cunt .. “𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐭.“ he grunted gripping your hip tighter, pulling you back up to his chest ..

his hands stayed on your waist, pulling you up and down, making you bounce on his dick just as tour hands moved on top of his .. “𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐨.. 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲.. 𝐦𝐦!“

you didnt catch on to what he was saying so dickdrunk you could hardly understand anything, “𝐡𝐚𝐡.. 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐡! 𝐠’𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 !“ you whined felt more hard thrusting hitting your cunt, you felt so full just just he pulled out and came onto your ass and his lower stomach .. “𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐨.. 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 .. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧..“ he said low in a deep voice, you didnt answer so he slapped his dick against your pussy, overstimulating you making you whined again.. you quickly nodded turning your head to look at him as he held to you his chest .. he kissed your lips once again, whispering words in korean against your skin.

— 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖯𝖲𝖲𝖸 —

[ctrldivinev]

Unexposed

Pairing: Jiyong x Reader (y/n)

Summary: You get the opportunity to be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s next editorial shoot. What you thought would be a typical day at your job, blossoms into something more. 

A/N: this is my first fic ever. i have been cooking this one for a few weeks since the vogue photoshoot. so hopefully i did jiyong justice :')

Warnings: sorry it’s gonna be a SLOOOOWWWW BURNNNNNN. also probs horribly planned photoshoot logistics. also probs weird writing. also mostly awkward yet fluffy flirty behavior. anyways.

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You’re not necessarily new to working with celebrities. In fact, many A-Listers seek out your work since you’ve been deemed as the best editorial photographer in Seoul, something you worked very hard towards since you decided to pursue a creative path after working a dead end desk job that made you question your own worth and sanity. You always had photography to lean back on, as a way to escape from the stressors in your life. It was your way of seeing a new perspective of the world around you, and helped you bring the visions you had in your head to life. It was scary to take the leap into this new world, as you were unsure if it was a good idea to turn your hobby into a career. But once you did, you felt free and like you were your authentic self, finally. Expressing your creativity with your camera was what brought you the most peace and joy, and you felt honored to have the career you have now, where you can capture and share your creativity with others. 

You were grateful you got to work with so many talented individuals in the industry, but when your boss told you you’d be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s (yes, THE G-Dragon) next editorial photoshoot, you felt a wave of shock and uneasiness move through your body. You hadn’t worked with him before, never even met him, so why the hell were you feeling like this all of a sudden? A part of you knows he’s just another celebrity, but then there’s the other part that also realizes HE IS the celebrity everyone aspires to be. His creativity, fashion, and music has shaped the music industry into what it is today, and it’s no doubt that his presence can be felt everywhere. 

You snapped yourself out of all your thoughts, concluding that these feelings was just your imposter syndrome creeping in. 

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You had stayed up late the past few nights prepping for this shoot. Lots of mood boards filled with themes, colors, outfits, and poses that you had in mind plastered all over your desktop. You had hopped on a few calls with his team to brainstorm ideas. This was a big moment for him and his team it seemed like, since this was his first editorial appearance that coincided with his comeback after 7 years. After much back and forth, you and his team decided that the theme of the shoot would be Transformation, something you had pitched to them from a place of experience of going through your own version of it. You weren’t sure if it was the delusions in your head, but you had an inkling that G-Dragon had also gone on a similar path to you as well, so it felt fitting to have this be the theme to celebrate his appearance. Kind of like a phoenix rising from the ashes. 

’Maybe that’s why I feel nervous…’ you think to yourself as you start your commute to the shoot location for the day, a random warehouse. You wanted to get there early to scope out the area, and mentally prepare for the long day ahead. It was gonna be hectic with all the outfit and set changes, so you thought it was a smart move to settle in early at the warehouse so you can clear your mind so you can confidently work your magic behind the camera. 

You walk into the building with all your camera gear, thinking that you were the only person here.  But as you look around, you notice a tall and slender figure from a distance, hanging out in what looks to be the dressing room. You walk towards the room, praying that it’s not some serial killer plotting to lure you in then kill you. What a tragic way to go out honestly.. I might need to stop listening to True Crime podcasts before bed. As you walk towards the room, you notice the sun peeking in from the windows above, shining down on this unfamiliar figure. It was almost like a scene in a movie, where the character walks towards the golden ticket. The warehouse was still pretty empty, so the only noise you could hear was the slight wind blowing against the window. Shaking your nerves away, you quietly enter the room and start making your way towards the mysterious person. 

‘Hi! I didn’t think anyone else would be here this earl— oh shit’ you realized who was standing in front of you. ‘Oh gosh, hi.’ Ah shit, why were you blushing all of a sudden… 

‘Oh hey, I didn’t think you’d be the first one here.’ He says. ‘Y/n right?’ You nod your head. Here you were, standing in front of G-Dragon himself. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand, while also holding one of the mood boards you made in the other, studying pretty intently before you had walked in.  You had thought you’d be more of a nervous wreck interacting with him, but you felt more at ease than ever. Calm even. 

‘I’m excited for this shoot today, y/n. I’ve always admired your work. Even looking at these mood boards, I can tell how much thought and care you put into your photography.’ He says before taking a sip of his coffee. You smile and bow your head a bit, hoping he didn’t see how flushed your cheeks were getting. 

‘That’s very kind, thank you. It’s truly an honor to get to work with you today, GD’ 

‘You can just call me Jiyong. No need to be proper with me,’. Jiyong. Suddenly you felt your heart rate pick up a bit, while also questioning why, out of anyone, he’d allow someone like you to call him by his first name. 

You shook your thoughts away, as you remembered he was still standing in front of you. ’Jiyong, thank you. I appreciate the kind words, truly.’ Not wanting to interrupt your setup time, he lets you get to preparing for the day. 

The room stays silent for a bit as you try to get all your equipment ready before everyone else arrives. Jiyong is sitting at the end of the table, still studying the mood boards you had made for today. He’d glance up at you once in awhile, observing what you were doing. Every time he did, his heart would beat a little faster. Strange feeling, huh. Before he could shake the feelings off, he notices the camera in your hand, peaking his interest even more. 

‘Oh, you shoot film too?’ He walks towards you, pointing at your most prized possession in your hand — your medium format film camera you inherited from your aunt. The person and item that really fueled your passion for photography. 

‘Oh yeah, I love shooting on film. I’d say I prefer it over digital’ you say shyly. You hold it up proudly to show him, ’I was thinking we could grab a couple of shots on this ancient thing. We don’t have to use these shots for the magazine obviously, but I think it would be fun to play around with it today.’ 

‘I hope you remember to develop them though. Because this is such a brilliant idea.’ He exclaims, as he starts ruffling with his pink hair. ‘I knew I picked the right photographer for this. I had a feeling that this was meant to be in some way.’ 

You froze at his statement. Meant to be? you repeated the last part over and over. You were unsure of how to even reply. Did he really mean it, or was he just being nice and charming? Or both? 

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to develop them. You just won’t know when,’ you jokingly say. Aish, was that the best you could do? 

Fidgeting a little bit, he tries to come up with a witty response to your lighthearted joke, but his thoughts are interrupted due to the sounds of hurried footsteps and slamming doors. Shoot day has begun. Without thinking, you take a quick photo of him lost in his thoughts, “Let’s have some fun today, yea?”  

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The photoshoot was smooth-sailing, with barely any hiccups besides maybe a few makeup and wardrobe errors. Despite those minuscule moments, everyone was chirpy and impressed at how you were working. The way you commanded the space, the way Jiyong followed your lead during the shoot had everyone in awe. 

‘Y/N really is amazing at their craft.. maybe a God even’ ‘I’ve never seen someone work so hard until seeing Y/N today. Phenomenal work honestly’ his team would murmur in the background. 

‘Alright, that’s a wrap for today!’ you yell as you take the last shot of Jiyong, who was sitting on a swing in front of an orange background, wearing a very clean and sparkly Chanel ensemble. Only he would be able to pull this off. You walk over to him, give him a little tap on his shoulder, and show him the photos you had taken for the past few hours. When he leans in a little closer to look at the photos, you could feel heat rush to your cheeks. He’s not even touching you in any way, but the way you feel like you could melt as he smiles and shows admiration for your vision. There was something so special about this moment, and this feeling that you had around him was just … 

‘These are great, y/n! But…what about the film photos? You have to get a better shot of me than that candid shot you got this morning’ his tone had a slight playfulness, but mostly seriousness. How could you forget about that candid you took this morning on your favorite camera in the world… that Jiyong was also interested in. 

‘But you lost in thought is soooo on brand for you though.’ You joke as you lightly nudge his shoulder a little bit. He chuckled, getting a little shy at your comment. Is Kwon Jiyong getting shy around me? ‘How about we do some personality shots on the film camera? You’ve been in G-Dragon mode all day today. I’d like to capture some moments of you being you, Jiyong.’ You suggest breaking the tension between the both of you, although you’re starting to very much enjoy whatever was happening during this moment. 

Shocked, he looks at you with such deep sincerity and smiles, ’No one’s ever suggested that before. I’m down for that.’ He stands up and gives you a quick side hug, something you both didn’t expect and leaves you both a little flustered, but there’s a part of you that wishes he would do that again. ‘Aish I’m sorry I didn’t know what came over me.’ 

‘Don’t be. It didn’t bother me at all.’ You reassured, as you leaned in closer to him, beaming a warm smile. ‘Let’s let everyone know that we’re gonna take some film photos, yea?’ 

‘How about…we let them focus on cleaning up? I’d like it to just be the both of us only, if that’s ok’ 

‘What about the outfits? Make up?’ 

‘You said you wanted to capture Jiyong, not G-Dragon. I don’t always need to be dressed up’ he exclaims, as he starts making the way to the rack of clothes, pulling out his favorite knit sweater and a pair of jeans. ‘Now this is a Jiyong outfit. Plus a beanie because it’s cold right now. This can be my outfit for this part of the shoot yea?’ 

It hit you in the moment that this was indeed, Kwon Jiyong. The fact that he felt so comfortable showing this side of him — this softer, more gentler side of him that he rarely gets to show in the public eye, made you feel warm and fuzzy. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you’re now eager to understand him more. But you were also hesitant to do so, as you also felt unsure why he felt so comfortable with you all of a sudden. 

‘Y/n? Everything good?’ 

‘Jiyong, I have to ask.. Why do you want it to be us two only? Don’t you need your team to help you with anything too?’ 

‘I just… feel like I want to spend time with you away from everyone. There’s something pulling me towards you, as weird as that sounds.’ Your eyes widen before breaking out into a small smile. ‘You have a presence that I’m curious about, Y/N.’ 

As much as you wanted to drop everything you were doing and run away with him (or maybe you wanted to run away in general because this was a lot for you to process), you were reminded that you were still working, on set, and that if your manager found out about this interaction that he’d probably talk your ear off about unprofessional this all was. You reminded yourself of this and refocused your energy on getting back to the task at hand. 

‘Okay that’s very sweet of you, but logistics wise – how should I send these photos to you? Should I deliver these to your team?’ you were trying to be as professional as possible after Jiyong basically confessed he was intrigued by you. This was your way of avoiding your emotions that could explode at any moment. This man is making my job hard today, but I’m kinda up for this challenge. 

‘Well… you could share it with me when I take you out to dinner? How does that sound?’ you look at him with wide eyes.  The nerve of this man honestly. There was no way you could keep this professional anymore. Not when Jiyong was smirking at you, anxiously waiting for your response to his offer. 

You blink once, maybe twice, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks before responding to him. ‘Kwon Jiyong, are you asking me out on a date… while on set?’ 

‘Yea, there’s no problem with that. I’m G-Dragon after all’ he winks at you before taking your camera out of your hand. ’Now smile!’ He runs away with the camera, taking random pictures of himself, the set, and of you. 

‘YA! That thing is expensive and PRECIOUS!!!!’ you say as you run after him.

Professionalism wasn’t really in the picture anymore, because you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter for you both. A special chapter – one that you never really expected, one that you definitely didn’t want to get out of. You knew this chapter that you were stepping into with Jiyong, was going to be a transformative one to say the least. But hey, some of the best photos you’ve captured come from special moments like these, anyways. 

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hope y'all enjoyed!! ♡

i might write an epilogue for this... maybe

[gtops-thirdwheel]

~EASY TO LOVE~

~Choi Seung Hyun x reader~

Warnings~ I love to cuss- shity date- reader goes out with an asshole- mdni- reader goes out with a big bang hater >:(- jealous Seung Hyun- mischievous youngbae!-

Summery~ youngbaes little sister falls in love with Seung Hyun, and even though Seung Hyun feels the same way he rejects her in respect for youngbae..but youngbae is tired of waiting for the two to get together and takes matters into his own hands..treating it like his own little k-drama

Words~5921

y/n hums softly to herself as she steps up to the studio her brother and his band are recording at. She visits them whenever she’s not too busy at work, being super close with her brother and his friends.

y/n walks up to the security guard with a small smile, holding up her id card for him to see. He looks it over, before nodding his head and letting her in. she walks through the hallways, looking for the room big bang is using today. She turns the corner and smiles when she hears them laughing loudly. Y/n rolls her eyes fondly, walking up to the door she hears them behind.

Y/n pushes open the door with a smile, making eye contact with dae-sung who jumps up excitedly.”y/n!!!” He yells, running over and scooping her into his arms for a bone crushing hug. Dae-sung spins y/n around before setting her back on the ground. Y/n smiles up at him. “Hi dae” she laughs at his energy.

“It’s been so long!” Dae-sung whines, a large pout on his face. y/n rolls her eyes with a small amused smile. “You saw me last night dae!” Y/n laughs, pushing past him to greet the rest of her brother's friends. “Aww but y/nn~ it's still been to long- or- ah- did you get a secret second best friend! Are you cheating on me!?” Y/n ignores him, leaning down to hug ji-yong who is sitting on the ground criss cross.

y/n leans back up and waves at her brother with a small smile. He glances at her from across the room, his attention mostly on his conversation with seung hyun. Her eyes catch on seung hyun for a moment, he’s leaning against the wall comfortably, arms crossed. His tongue gently runs along his bottom lip. Y/n has to force herself to look away, turning her attention back to ji-yong, who’s smirking at her. Y/n glares at him.

”don’t even say it ji…” she mumbles. Dae-Sungs voice loudly pulls her attention. “You never answered my question! Do you have another bestie? Seriously, are you cheating on me?” He leans in with a playful glare. Y/n snorts. “What? No dae I don’t have another best friend.” Y/n laughs swatting him away gently.

Seung hyun watches from afar, a small amused smile on his face. He’s always loved y/n’s smile, the way it lights up the room amazes him every time. A smirk forms on youngbaes face as he stops talking and just watches seung hyun for a moment. Seung hyun doesn’t even notice his friend is not talking, still nodding his head like he’s agreeing with youngbae.

y/n and dae-sung plop down side by side on the small couch in the corner of the room, her eyes are drawn to seung hyun again, trying to admire him discreetly. Dae-sung snorts softly. “You're not very good at hiding your feelings by the way~” he teases, a little too loudly for y/n's comfort. “Shh!! I told you how I feel for him in confidence you asshole! And he doesn’t know how I feel so I think I’m doing a damn good job.” Y/n huffs with a glare, her arms cross as a pout settles on her face.

dae-sung pouts playfully. “I’m just saying I’m surprised he doesn’t know by now.” Dae-sung shrugs with a small smirk. Y/n rolls her eyes, before shyly looking back at Seung hyun. Is it really that obvious? It can’t be right? “You're doing it again” dae-sung whispers teasingly, nudging y/n's shoulder with his. y/n pouts at him. “Shut up..”

y/n and dae-sungs attention is caught by ji-young’s phone ringing loudly. Everyone goes silent so he can answer. Y/n dinks around on her phone while she waits for ji-yong to be done, sending dae-sung funny videos she sees every now and then.

ji-yong hangs up with a slightly frustrated expression. “youngbae we have to re-film some of our parts in the music video” ji-yong groans, standing up from his spot on the floor. youngbae nods, quickly walking over to y/n to give her a quick hug. “Sorry i have to leave without even saying hi” he apologizes, y/n waves him off.”i live with your dumb ass anyways. I'll see you when you get back or at home.” youngbae nos with a smile before following ji-yong out of the room.

dae-sung pops up from the couch suddenly, causing y/n to flitch slightly as she looks up at him with a glare. “I’m going to watch them!” Dae-sung yells before rushing out of the room to follow behind his two other friends. Y/n glares at the door, she knows what dae-sungs doing and she doesn’t appreciate it.

Seung hyun walks over with a small smile, plopping down on the couch next to y/n. “How is it that we always end up alone?” Seung hyun teases, nudging her with his arm as he looks over with a breathtaking smirk. Y/n smiles softly, cheeks burning at his proximity and the feeling of his eyes on her. “We really do always end up alone together don’t we?” Y/n laughs nervously.

Seung hyun chuckles and nods, leaning back on the couch and looking in front of him. “Yep. Every time the others all manage to leave and we end up alone..” he grins a little, secretly glad they keep getting these moments alone. There’s a few moments of peaceful silence before seung hyun looks back over at her with polite curiosity. “It’s been a few weeks since you last visited…work getting really busy?”

Y/n looks over at seung hyun with a small frustrated huff. “Yeah work has been… hectic” she groans lightly, throwing her head back against the back of the couch. Seung hyun nods in understanding, turning his head so he’s looking at the wall in front of them again.

Y/n observes him from the corner of her eyes, he’s leaned back comfortably, his arms crossed over his chest as he thinks..he looks so fucking good..y/n quickly averts her eyes, her cheeks on fire.

Y/n doesn’t know when or how it happened..but she’s fallen hard for seung hyun…honestly how could she not? He’s polite and funny, sweet and handsome, smart and a gentleman! He’s literally perfect and it's killing her. Her heart melts whenever he holds a door open for her..he’s even memorized her coffee order and whenever he knows she’s going to be there in the mornings he brings her a cup..everything he does makes y/n fall harder and harder..

”Well I’m glad you were able to come today..i- we all missed you..” seung hyun chuckles, keeping his eyes forward. “awww~ you missed me?” Y/n teases, nudging his shoulder with hers. Seung hyun smirks, turning to look at her. “I did..did you not miss me!?” He gasps dramatically. “Oh how my heart hurts y/n! How could you do this to me?!” He practically yells, leaning into her side with a playful pout.

y/n giggles, pushing him away playfully. Seung hyun smiles at the sound of y/n's laughter. He’s so proud to be able to make her laugh so hard..y/n looks at him with a shy smile, he’s flirting with her..right? She’s not crazy..? She feels like she’s drowning in her feelings, like if she doesn’t tell him now she will sink further and further until she drowns.

“Seung hyun…?” He looks back over at her and hums with a soft smile. “What is it?” She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “S-seung hyun i-i….” She sighs looking at her hands before continuing. “I have feelings for you…” y/ns feels her ears heat up as she waits for a response.

Seung Hyun's eyes widen and his whole body tenses. “I don’t feel the same.” His voice is cold and distant, and he says it so fast..y/n's eyes widen slightly. Seung hyun looks away with his jaw clenched.. y/n looks back down at her fingers..she didn’t necessarily think that he had feelings for her..but he rejected her so fast..so cold..

Y/n nods her head, holding back tears as she fiddles with her fingers. “Ok..” she mumbles sadly, she read the signs wrong? They both sit awkwardly for a few tortuous minutes before the door bursts open and the rest of big bang walks in. They all talk loudly as they get comfortable in the room again. Y/n takes one last fleeting look at seung hyun before standing from the couch and walking over to her brother.

”oppa? She asks quietly, trying to keep the sadness in her voice hidden, but as always youngbae notices, and gives her the worried older brother look. “What is it y/n?” He asks sweetly, gently patting her head. “I-I’m not really feeling well… i-i think I’m just going to go home now.” Y/n forces a small smile. youngbaes eyebrows furrow in concern. “Oh ok..i'll bring soup on my way home” he smiles brightly.

Y/ns thankful she has such a good brother and she's glad she made the decision to live with him. “That sounds really nice right now..can you get me ice cream too please? Oh! And can we watch-“ youngbae groans. “No.” Y/n pouts. “But you never watch with me and I don’t feel good” y/n musters up the best puppy dog eyes she can. Youngbae sighs. “Fine.” Y/n is able to give him a small smile, heartbreak still tugging at her emotions too much to give a big reaction.

y/n hugs him quickly before making her rounds with the other members of big bang. Y/n walks up to dae-sung first, a sad smile pretty obvious on her face. “Hey dae, I’m going home” y/n mumbles, hugging him tightly. Dae-sung whines, but hugs back anyways. “You can’t leave yettt~” he complains, lifting her off the ground so she can’t pull away from the hug. Y/n groans lightly, rolling her eyes. “I don’t feel well..” dae-sung puts her down with a pout pulling away to look at her.

All of a sudden Ji-yong appears next to her With a dramatic frown. “What!? Your leaving already?” He pouts, grabbing onto her wrist. “Dae-sungs right you can’t leave yet! We haven’t even hung out at all!” He frowns. Y/n smiles apologetically at the boys.

seung hyun watches the scene from his spot on the couch, his heart aching. he watches sadly as y/n collects her stuff, and he wonders if she will even say goodbye to him..he hopes she does..hopes that their friendship will still be intact after this..but he’s not sure..y/n pauses and glances at him. “B-bye seung hyun…” she smiles at him sadly. Y/n doesn’t want their friends or her brother to know that there’s something wrong between her and seung hyun..so she puts on a brave face..one everyone can easily see through..

Seung hyun forces his own sad smile. “Yeah…get better soon y/n..” he says with sad eyes..something about the way she said it and the way she’s looking at him made this goodbye feel permanent. If this didn’t ruin their friendship it definitely harmed it…bad. Seung hyun hates it..he wants to reach out and fix everything..but he just watches as she walks out of the studio.

over the next few weeks y/n tried to visit the studio on multiple occasions..but as always her and seung hyun would end up alone together..and it's always so awkward..so she decided to stop her visits..just until she's over seung hyun completely..plus she would hate to make seung hyun uncomfortable with her presence now that he knows how she feels about him.

What y/n doesn’t know is that seung hyun has watched that door everyday since the last time she left, hoping and praying she will walk through it with her big beautiful smile.. he misses her so much and he hates that he’s the one who pushed her away.. she told everyone she's been busy at work..but seung hyun knows that’s not it..its him..that’s why she won't visit anymore and that knowledge hurts more than anything..and fuck…he misses her laugh that made his heart beat ten times faster, or her smile that would make any day good, and fuck..what he misses most? Her voice..talking to her for hours and having it only feel like seconds..

Y/n was always so easy for seung hyun to be around, it's why he fell for her so fast and hard..shes just…easy to love..everything about y/n is perfect..at least, perfect for seung hyun…but he can never and will never act on these feelings..y/n is youngbaes little sister, he would never do that to his friend.. so instead he will live with the what ifs and the realization on how much y/ns absence affects him. Seung hyun packs his things and leaves the studio, he’s done for the day and only stayed hoping that y/n would show up, but she never did…she never does anymore..

y/n hasn’t left her room in weeks, and youngbae is tired of it, it's so unlike y/n to keep things from him, and he’s so worried about his sister…he just doesn’t know what to do this time seeing as she's locked herself in her room and won't tell him anything. He frowns at her closed door, before pounding on it. “Y/nnnn! you can’t sit in there forever sulking about a boy you won't even tell me anything about?” He groans.

y/n sighs, staying planted at her spot in bed. Youngbae has been bugging her like this for weeks now.. “I already told you! My love life is none of your concern youngbae! I'll get over it on my own…” y/n hears another groan from the other side of the door before her brother's voice sounds out again. “Well if you change your mind i know this guy that’s been asking about you..” y/n can hear the smirk in her brothers voice, she pauses, eyeing the door skeptically.

Youngbae pulls out his phone and plays a fake ringtone. “Hey seung hyun!” Y/n perks up, stumbling out of bed and rushing to the door to put her ear against it. “you went on a date? That’s amazing!” Y/ns heart shatters, seung hyun went on a date? “The one! Well damn, never thought i would see the day..“ y/n frowns, tears welling behind her eyes. Fine, if seung hyun is going on dates so will she!

Youngbae smirks as he fakes hanging up the phone, he’s quite proud of his little trick. He just hopes his sister falls for it. Youngbaes not dumb, he sees the way y/n looks at seung hyun, and he sees the way seung hyun looks right back. He’s been waiting for the two love sick idiots to get together on their own, but apparently they need his help…so he’s giving them…a little nudge..

y/n wipes her eyes before throwing open the door. There are tear streaks running down her cheeks, her eyes are red and puffy, and she sniffles every few seconds to keep her nose from running. Youngbaes heart clenches, he hates seeing his little sister like this…”i'll go on the date..” Youngbae smiles. “Perfect! I'll let him know~” y/n sighs, what has she gotten herself into?

a few days later, 8:30~

Y/n looks her outfit over in the mirror one last time, she feels cute, a little fancy but she was told she’s going to a nice restaurant, she’s wearing a simple cute pink flowy dress, paired with a cute pink bag and gold shoes. Y/n sighs, she can’t help but feel like she’s dressing up for the wrong person…she knows this is a horrible idea, she doesn’t even know why she’s doing it…rebounds never work out. Ever.

Y/n soothes out her dress and fixes her hair. Just one date, maybe this guy will surprise her..she steps out of her room, coming face to face with Youngbae. “Ah! Shit Youngbae!” Y/n puts a hand on her chest. “You scared me you dick!” She hits his chest angrily. Youngbae pretends to be hurt, rubbing where she hurt him lightly. His quiet laughs give him away though. “Are you ready? He's here!” Y/n holds back a sigh, putting on a smile for her brother. “Yeah..I’m ready. What’s his name again?”

Youngbae rolls his eyes playfully, chuckling quietly. “His name is ji-ho” he says as he ushers her out of the house. “Tell me all about it when you get home!” He yells before slamming the door right in y/n's face. She eyes the door suspiciously, he’s up to something..y/n can feel it.

Y/n walks to ji-ho's car with a fake smile. He isn’t bad looking, long silky black hair with a scruffy beard..not y/ns type though.. and definitely no where near close to how hot seung hyun is.. “hi..you look…woah..” ji-ho smiles sweetly. Y/n smiles back shyly, fiddling with her fingers. “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself” she wasn’t going to lie to this guy and say she was as attracted to him as he seemed to be to her, but he is cute she will give him that..

ji-ho holds the door open for her and she gets in, getting a really bad nervous feeling. He gets in and pulls out of y/n's driveway, y/n gulps watching the safety of her house and brother fade from view. “Sooo..what do you do for work?” Ji-ho asks, wanting to fill the awkward silence. “I teach dance” y/n smiles brightly, thinking about her work and students calming her down a little bit. “It takes up a lot of my time but I love my students and I love teaching something I’m passionate about.” Ji-hos smile fades a little bit. “A dance teacher huh?” He starts, before pausing and looking over at her for a moment. “As long as you make time for me..” he says jokingly, but something about the way he says it makes y/n feel like it's not a joke, her smile fades and she looks down at her hands. “I make time for the people I care about.”

To change the topic y/n takes a deep breath and asks. “What about you? What do you do for work?” Ji-ho smiles proudly, his chest puffing up slightly. “I’m a YouTuber, have quite the following actually..you should check me out! You’ll like my content! Promise!” Y/n holds back a groan, YouTube? Y/n still isn’t sure about this guy.. “What kind of content do you make?” she asks politely. “I make rating videos, mainly i rate musicians, if I remember correctly i actually rated your brothers band compared to other idol groups.”

y/n side eyes him for a moment. “Their number one i hope~” she says jokingly, knowing they must be. “No actually-“ y/n freezes, looking at him with shocked eyes. “I rated them pretty low, got a lot of hate for it so most people think I’m wrong..but i think that people are just blinded by pretty faces to actually listen to the songs” ji-ho shrugs. Y/n stares at the guy in shock, she has never met someone with such a wrong opinion before..the rest of the car ride is full of awkward silence, y/n doesn’t even really want to be around this guy anymore, but she’s already in the car and just has to make it to the end of dinner and the ride home..she can do this..she can do this…

ji-ho pulls up to the restaurant, looking at y/n with a smirk. “I hope you like this place, its my favorite” he chuckles before getting out of the car. Y/n follows him out and into the restaurant. It looks nice, expensive furnishings and fancy chandeliers..but y/n really didn’t care about all that, she hopes the food is good so this night doesn’t feel like such a waste of time.

the rest of the date is well..boring..y/n and ji-ho have nothing in common..y/n is super into art and painting..ji-ho thinks its stupid and a waste of time and resources..y/n really loves listening to upbeat fun music..ji-ho barely listens to music..and the music he does listen to is all…interesting to say the least..y/n loves space, she finds learning about what’s going on up there fascinating..ji-ho is terrified of space and would stop her anytime she tried to talk about it..she would have never had this problem with seung hyun, her and him could talk about space and art for hours, they listen to the same music and even watch the same movies and shows..

When the date is over and y/n is finally out of ji-hos car, she leans down with an apologetic smile and looks into the car. “Look I’m sorry but I really just don’t think we're right for each other..” Her voice is a soft whisper, hoping that she wasn’t going to upset ji-ho, but she doesn’t give him a chance to answer before she closes the door of his car and rushes to her front door.

y/n leans against her door, sighing in relief now that she’s home, she can’t help but wonder why Youngbae would set her up with someone so different from her..did her brother even know the guy? And why tell her she would really like him to?

She walks a little further into the house before Youngbae practically tackles her to the ground. “Y/n! Your back! How was the date?” He asks excitedly. She glares at him. “I’m never letting you set me up again! Me and the guy had absolutely nothing in common!” Youngbae holds back a smirk, putting on a face pout. “Damn..he seemed so chill..sorry y/n”

y/n sighs, rolling her eyes slightly. “It’s whatever just never try and set me up on a date again” y/n groans lightly before muttering. ”worst date of my life” part one of Youngbaes plan successful, now on to part two..make seung hyun jealous.

The next day Youngbae puts the next part of his plan into motion. As always Seung Hyun is one of the first people there, a miracle seeing as it takes the earth blowing to pieces to wake seung hyun up.. Youngbae walks up to dae-sung with a smirk. “Hey Dae~” he greets him with a sing-song voice. Dae-sung looks up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah?” he asks skeptically.

“Did y/n tell you about her date last night?” Youngbae says it loudly, pretending he doesn’t see the way seung hyun's head snaps up and feels the way his eyes lock onto them. Dae-sung looks at youngbae with wide eyes, looking over at seung hyun for a moment before looking back at Youngbae. “What? No she didn’t tell me..” dae-sung keeps his voice raised, catching on to what youngbae is doing.

”yeah..she told me she had a really good time, but i just don’t think the guy is right for her, i mean they have literally nothing in common!” Youngbae watches seung hyun from the corner of his eyes, seung hyun's jaw is clenched, he looks sad and angry at the same time..all the feelings one feels after being told that the person they are in love with is seeing someone else.

”So you don’t like this guy?” Dae-sung asks, still not fully in on what’s going on. “Yeah, I honestly hate him, the guy hates our music, hates space, as you can tell he doesn’t like much. He’s not interested in dance..there’s nothing! I don’t get why y/ns going out with him again tomorrow.” Youngbae lies to his friends proudly. Dae-sungs eyes are wide, his voice raised slightly in surprise. “She’s going on a second date with him?!”

Seung Hyun is fuming. It’s only been like two and a half weeks since she confessed and she’s already moved on? Seung hyun stands up and storms out of the studio,he needs to take a moment to smoke and think. He steps outside and lights the cigarette, leaning against the wall with a tired frown on his face.

Youngbae and dae-sung watch the door close with satisfied smiles, knowing that the plan, even if dae-sung isn’t fully in on it, worked. “Did y/n actually go on a date?” Dae-sung asks, looking at youngbae with curious eyes. “Yep!” Youngbae walks away with a small proud smirk on his face, part two of his plan was successful now time for step three.

Seung hyun is in a mood for the rest of the day, snapping at his band members over nothing and glaring at anyone who passes while in his mood. He can’t stand the idea of y/n with anyone but him. He honestly thought he could live with never being with y/n..handle the what ifs that cross his mind daily, and he thought he could handle y/n being with someone else. Maybe if it hadn’t been so quick it wouldn’t hurt as bad, if he just had time to move on before he heard about her date..but this is the real world, and the real world is cruel.

Ji-yong and dae-sung shoot youngbae glares throughout the day, if he had just went about getting the love sick idiots together a normal way seung hyun wouldn’t be in this mood that's slowing them down more then ji-yong would like.

The day is almost over, which everyone is more than thankful for. It's been a long day thanks to Seung Hyun's mood. Youngbae has one more step..step three, and really he only needs seung hyun to go talk to y/n, so he’s going to give him the perfect opportunity to..

Youngbae sits down next to Seung Hyun with a big grin. Seung hyun glares at him, ignoring Youngbaes presence. “Ahhh~” youngbae sighs out. “I’m. So excited for the day to be over! I’m going to spend the night at hyo-rins tonight!” Youngbae stretches, watching Seung hyun from the corner of his eyes. Seung hyun's face lights up for a moment before he puts on a stoic mask back on. ”That's nice” he says flatly, but Youngbae doesn’t care, he can see the cogs turning in seung hyun's head. Seung hyun knows that he needs to talk to y/n now.

Instead of going home after the day is over, Seung hyun makes his way straight to y/n and Youngbaes house. He knows y/n is still probably upset with him, he regretted how fast he rejected her the moment he did..he hopes she understands, that she still has feelings for him..and he really, really hopes that she will want him even after how he rejected her.

Seung Hyun pulls in, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking to the door. He pauses for a moment, fist raised to knock. Y/n probably doesn’t want to see him right now..but he needs to see her, he knocks on the door before he can get in his head again. Seung hyun hears her footsteps walking to the door, his heart racing, it's now or never..he has to win y/n back or he will lose her forever.

The door swings open, y/n standing on the other side looking heavenly. Seung hyun's heart studders in his chest, she looks so beautiful, even in pajamas.. y/ns eyes widen when she sees seung hyun, and before she can even think about it she’s shutting the door. “No! Please!” Seung hyun begs, slamming his hands on the door to stop it from closing. He gives y/n pleading eyes as he pushes against the door harder. “Please y/n..i really need to talk with you..” seung hyun groans, most of his strength going into keeping the door open.

y/n sighs, letting up on the door. “Fine..” she opens the door and moves to the side, motioning him to come in. Seung hyun lets out a breath of relief, walking into y/n's house. Y/n crosses her arms with a quiet upset huff, before leading seung hyun to the couch so they can talk.

They both sit awkwardly for a moment before y/n breaks the silence. “What do you want to talk about seung hyun?” She asks coldly, the distance between them feels vast, nothing like when they would be alone at the studio. It breaks seung hyun's heart, he never wanted to hurt y/n, and he wanted their friendship ruined even less…yet he created such a gap between them, one he’s worried will never be full again. “So…you went on a date..” seung hyun starts.

y/n glares at him, her voice a low growl almost. “I don’t see why that matters to you” she mumbles coldly. Seung Hyun sighs sadly, mostly because he knows he deserves her hostility. “It’s just…a little quick.. isn’t it?” Y/n tenses beside him, giving him a shocked look. “What?”

he opens his mouth to repeat what he said, but y/n holds her hand up. “No, I heard you. You have a lot of nerve coming here and telling me it's too soon to move on! Of course I’m going to try and move on when you're going on dates and finding the one!” Y/n tears up, but she refuses to let them fall, keeping her glare locked on seung hyun.

Seung hyun looks at her confused. “Date..what date?” He asks, confusion written all over his face. Y/n observes him for a moment, trying to find any hint of him lying. “D-don’t lie! I heard you on the phone with my brother! Talking about how you went on an amazing date and how she’s the one!” Y/n huffs angrily.

seung hyun shakes his head frantically. “No! I never went on a date? And I never called youngbae about a girl either….that didn’t happen i swear! Y-you must have heard wrong!” Y/n eyes him with wide shocked eyes, still not quite believing him. “B-but you did! I heard him say your name and-“ y/n pauses for a moment, her glare softening for a moment. “How did you find out I went on a date?” Realization shows on her face, she thinks she may know what happened..

”youngbae was complaining about how much he didn’t like the guy to dae-sung, why?” Seung hyun frowns thinking about y/ns date..he wants her with him, not some asshole she just met. “He complained about hating my date?” She asks to make sure she’s hearing correctly. Seung hyun nods his head. “Yeah..the guy doesn’t sound good for you at all..” seung hyun mumbles looking away shyly, thinking about all the things youngbae had to say about the guy.

”That's so funny, cause last I checked youngbae was the one that set me up with ji-ho” seung hyun's eyes widen. “Then why did he say-“ y/n cuts him off. “No idea“ that’s when it hits seung hyun..all the things Youngbae said today..how loud he was..youngbae knows about his feelings for y/n, and he’s ok with it..”shit this was a plan to get us together..” Seung Hyun chuckles in disbelief.

“I don’t get why he would do this though, you don’t hav-“ Seung hyun grabs her cheeks, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss, effectively shutting her up. y/n's eyes widen, taking a moment to process what’s happening, a confused hum falling from her lips.

Y/n finally processes what’s that seung hyun is kissing her, immediately kissing him back with matching intensity. Seung hyun pulls away slowly, his eyes staying closed for a moment, a small smile stuck on his face. “Y/n..” he opens his eyes, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. Her own eyes open slowly, her hands moving to his wrists, holding onto them loosely.

“I’m so in love with you y/n…how could I not be..you're smart..funny..beautiful..you love all the same things i do..and talking with you is easier than anything i've ever done..” he pulls her face closer, his breath fanning across her cheeks. “I rejected you because I didn’t want to upset your brother.. he’s one of my best friends and I felt like such a horrible person for having feelings for his little sister..but he’s gone through all this trouble and i know why..” he mumbles without breaking eye contact. “He wants us to be together y/n..or at least he’s ok with it..” he kisses her softly.

Seung hyun smiles warmly at her as they pull away. “hearing you went on that date killed me y/n..please don’t choose him..choose me. Please.. I need you..I’m in love with you..” y/n can’t help the smile that spreads across her cheeks, how could she when seung hyun is sitting in front of her confessing his love for her! “Fuck seung hyun~ of course i pick you dork!” She pulls him into another deep loving kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, pouring all her pent up love and frustration into the kiss.

The next morning y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing next to her ear. She groans, grabbing it and looking at the blinding screen. She sees a text from Youngbae and opens it. Y/n rolls her eyes with an amused smile.

youngbae-can i come home?

y/n-no

Youngbae smiles at his phone tiredly, plan successful. he sets down his phone and gets comfortable before falling back asleep with a smirk on his face.

y/n sets her phone down, rolling over to face seung hyun who was still sleeping peacefully. She smiles and admires him for a moment, listening to the soft snores that fall from his perfect lips. “Seung hyun~” y/n whispers in his ear, leaving a small kiss on his earlobe. He groans tiredly, turning to face towards her, y/n bites her lip, eyes taking in his bare body.

”Morning my moon~” he whispers, smiling lovingly at her. Y/n smiles back at him, leaning over she lightly kisses his jaw. “Good morning~ we still have a few more hours alone~” she mumbles as she continues to leave kisses along his jaw. seung hyun smirks, rolling on top of her. “Oh yeah? Let’s make the most out of those few hours then~” y/n smiles at his words, connecting their lips together sensually. “Let’s~”

y/n knows that as long as she has seung hyun she’s content in life..he is all she needs and more..and he’s just so fucking easy to love.

[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Jiyong

Thursday

Intro Week Start

Seungri Week Start

Daesung Week Start

Taeyang Week Start

Seunghyun Week Start

Jiyong Week Start

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Next

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Talking with Zico had been nice. Though, “with” might have been a strong word. Talking at Zico might be a better description.

Waking up inside the tub had been a bit of a surprise but, as memories of the night before filtered through my mind, it made sense.

I stretched, my back and neck creaking and snapping as I did. Zico's words from last night hung in my mind.

“You need to remind them to be scared of you.”

I hadn't meant to tell him about everything, but once I had started talking, I hadn't been able to shut up. It didn't help that Zico was a great audience.

When I explained what Seungri had done, and what he had doubtlessly been trying to do, I had heard annoyed gasps and clicked tongues.

When I questioned whether Seunghyun and Jiyong were even friends at this point, he had scoffed and said that he wouldn't blame Seunghyun if they weren't.

When I mentioned that Seungyoon had texted me, and that it felt like he was being too familiar, he had sighed and said that Jinwoo was the one most likely to try to get closer.

“I think he'd do it specifically to bother Mino,” he explained. “What is with group members sabotaging each other? Are you and Kyung like that? Or is it just a YG thing?” “I certainly wouldn't do that to any of my members. I don't know. Maybe it's something from their trainee process.”

I even admitted to the extent of Daesung's and my relationship.

“Daesung?!” He spluttered for a moment, “Kang Daesung?!” “Well, yeah…” “Jesus christ…” he sighed heavily. Then, “Mino doesn't have a fucking chance in hell.” “Why do people say stuff like that?” I questioned. “Kang Daesung is famous for being the perfect boyfriend,” Zico started. “No one hates him. His exes all have nothing bad to say about him, except for the fact that they're no longer together.”

After the jokes died down though…

“You still haven't explained who we're damning tonight in particular.” I sighed, not sure how to explain. “If I had to guess, it's the pretty-boy with a savior complex.” I snorted a laugh, feeling a new appreciation for how Zico knew when to direct the conversation. “More like a god complex,” I muttered. “Control freak.” “What's that American meme? Pokayno…?” “Porque no los dos?” I offered. “Yeah! Why not both, right?” “Yeah, but,” I shook my head, “that's Spanish.” “So? I know that Americans speak Spanish.” “Not all of them. That's like if I said ‘in Korea we speak Japanese’ or something.” There was a beat of silence before Zico spoke up again. His voice was warmer somehow. Softer. He sounded like he was smiling. “You really like it here, don't you?” “I guess so,” I frowned, confused about why he was asking. “Most of the time. Why?” “You said ‘we’ about Korea,” he explained, “and used ‘them’ for America.” “Oh,” I thought it over. Had I really said that? “And that is why you need to remind them to be scared of you.” I was surprised by how hard Zico's voice got. All previous gentleness was gone. “Your worst case scenario is being forced to leave your home, theirs is jail.” The statement hung there for a moment. I let it twist in my mind before whispering. “I'm not sure which one of those is worse.” It was Zico's turn to pause. He was so quiet that I could hear the creak of his chair through the phone. “Tell me everything.” “I already did.” “Not that,” he sighed, “tell me everything.”

So, I had fallen asleep like that. Maybe even mid sentence. I talked and talked and by the time I woke up my phone battery was dead and my throat was sore.

I hauled my aching body out from the tub. I plugged my phone in. I downed four handfuls of water from the bathroom sink. I stretched out on the unused bed. Once my phone was charged enough, I shot off a quick combination apology and thank you text to Zico.

Then, I waited. My phone chimed and beeped, updating me on the missed alerts from throughout the night. There seemed to be more than usual, but I couldn't force myself to look at them yet.

I tried to predict what they'd be. Jiyong, definitely - probably apologizing, maybe scolding? I laughed to myself when the word ‘begging’ came to mind.

Who else…

Daesung and Seunghyun both seemed somewhat probable. Seunghyun - checking in made the top of the list. Daesung - probably something sweet and lightly flirtatious to start, then concerned when I didn't respond.

Mino? Maybe. That seemed like a 50/50 shot. I tried to remember if I had ever responded to him yesterday. I was fairly sure I had. Just a brief “You can always message me” text.

My predictions were cut off by my phone actively ringing.

Sighing, I rolled over and picked it up.

Taeyang Probably

A world where I predicted that did not exist.

“I'm actually impressed by just how much of a mess you've made Jiyong.”

“Fuck off,” I groaned.

“I'm not trying to scold you. I want pointers.”

I rolled my eyes, stretching before trying to get to the point.

“What's going on?” I asked, “why is it you calling me and not one of the others?”

“Seunghyun's with me,” Taeyang blithely answered. “Daesung as well. But somebody has been ignoring her favorites, so when we heard your phone going off we decided that I should be the one to call.”

“I'm not ignoring them,” I protested. “Not on purpose anyway. My phone died.”

“Ah,” his voice got the smallest bit quieter as he most likely turned away from the receiver, “her phone died. Rest assured you two haven't been exiled yet.”

His voice was back to a normal volume the next moment.

“Come out from your cave. Breakfast is ready.”

“Where's… um…”

“Jiyong is moping in his room,” Taeyang answered my half-asked question. “The criminal has been out of the house since yesterday. We assume that the less we know, the better for us.”

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“You're sassy this morning,” I said over my teacup at Taeyang.

“You try to deal with three grown men whining like children first thing in the morning.”

“We weren't whining,” Daesung protested.

“Jiyong was definitely whining,” Seunghyun corrected him. “You were complaining.”

“Then what were you doing?” Daesung challenged him.

“Troubleshooting out loud,” Seunghyun muttered, lifting his phone and scrolling aimlessly.

“That's why I've got an attitude this morning,” Taeyang gestured towards the other two with a spatula.

“Ah,” I nodded, “I get it now.”

“Baby,” Seunghyun placed his phone onto the countertop and leaned closer, his shoulder nearly bumping mine. “What happened?”

I glanced towards the hall where the stairs were.

“Mm,” Daesung, taking note of my hesitation over his coffee mug, checked the time, “he was listening to Haru Haru about twenty minutes ago so we still have…”

“At least half an hour before he leaves his room,” Seunghyun finished.

I blinked. Even I knew that song.

“He listens to his own music when he's sulking?”

Taeyang laughed, shrugging.

“He has a playlist,” Seunghyun said. “Point is, we have some time.”

“Fine,” I pushed my teacup across the counter and made a face at Daesung. He rolled his eyes, but took the cup and started the kettle. I leaned back, weighing how much time I had left against how much I wanted to say.

Glancing around, I made sure no one was holding anything before I spoke.

“Jiyong asked me to sleep with him last night.”

Taeyang tilted his head, eyes wandering as he processed the words.

Daesung lifted both hands to rub over his own face.

Seunghyun nodded, letting the hand closest to me fall beneath the counter to find my knee.

“And?” He prompted.

“I freaked out. He said ‘not like that’ but…”

That anxiety from last night pulsed through my body as I remembered the look on Jiyong's face.

“He was angry.”

I felt Seunghyun's hand twitch on my knee, flexing as his grip tightened and immediately loosened again.

“What did he say?” Daesung took over the questioning as he finally got back to refilling my tea.

“Nothing,” I shrugged, “I just left him on the porch and went to my room.”

None of them said anything to that. After a few minutes, Daesung placed my cup down in front of me.

I reached out and grabbed his hand.

“We've been having stressful mornings,” I squeezed his hand, “haven't we?”

“Don't worry about me,” he shook his head.

“You know,” Seunghyun shifted in his seat. Scooting to the edge, he draped a hand around the back of my chair.

“You would have a lot less to worry about if we just got married.”

I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue against my teeth as I let go of Daesung's hand to lift my teacup.

“Don't start that again.”

Seunghyun started ticking off his fingers.

“Citizenship, apartment, work…”

“How does getting married to you get me a job?” I interrupted him.

“You won't need to work,” he shrugged.

I groaned, shaking my head.

“One day you're going to joke like that with someone who takes you too seriously and end up in a marriage you never wanted,” Taeyang said.

Seunghyun huffed, half a laugh, and wrapped his arm around the back of my chair before replying.

“Why do you all think I'm joking?”

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Jiyong didn't join us for nearly another hour. While I certainly had no complaints about that, it had been a little boring to wait around for the show to arrive.

Taeyang had excused himself for the day, and Daesung was busy with some laundry. Thus, when Jiyong finally joined the household, he found Seunghyun and I in the living room.

My knees were hooked over the armrest of the sofa, and my head was supported by Seunghyun's thigh. Every so often we showed each other our phones, getting opinions on apartments.

“That's too expensive,” I frowned at Seunghyun's phone. “It is nice though.”

“It's not that expensive,” he protested, “not for three bedrooms.”

“What would I even need that for?” I asked, handing the phone back to him.

“Art studio,” he explained simply.

“I can do art anywhere,” I pointed out. “And the third? It’s not like I need a guest room.”

I could see a joke coming from the way he refused to meet my eye. Something out of line in the way he smiled before speaking.

“The third one is for the baby.”

I pretended to vomit, covering my mouth with one hand and pushing Seunghyun's head away with the other. He laughed loudly, reaction successfully obtained.

It was in the middle of my protest that Jiyong joined us. Just in time to hear me say “Don't you lay that curse on me, Choi Seunghyun!”

“What's he cursing you with?”

Once again, I somehow felt like I had been caught doing something wrong. I scrambled to sit upright.

“I was just pointing out,” Seunghyun spoke placidly, indiscreetly pulling me closer to his side as soon as I was upright, “that she should look at larger apartments.”

“You were speaking true evil into the world,” I grumbled, scooching away from him.

“I was being practical,” he reproached me, once again leaning over to pull me closer by my waist. “If you ever decide to have children, you wouldn't have to move.”

Jiyong watched us, face frozen in an impeccably pleasant mask as he sat in one of the smaller loveseats.

“I very much doubt I'll ever want kids,” I said, poking my finger into Seunghyun's thigh in hopes of making him loosen his grip.

“Accidents happen,” Jiyong pointed out.

I shook my head, still struggling with Seunghyun's antics.

“Thanks to modern medical implants, I don't have to worry about that for at least two more years.”

“Ah!” Seunghyun groaned as I finally managed to jab one of his pressure points. His hold on me relented as he rubbed his leg. “What a secure life you lead.”

I just shrugged, “no point in taking risks.”

“But it can still fail sometimes,” Jiyong pointed out, “what then?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms into my eyes until I saw yellow and violet bursts.

“I'd rather not think about it.”

“Yo-”

“The third room is for Ttungbo,” Seunghyun cut off Jiyong. “Or storage.”

I blinked a few times, readjusting my vision. I saw Jiyong, lips pursed, nodding slightly. Glancing to my side, I noted the intense way that Seunghyun was staring down his group leader.

I resisted the urge to think about it. Besides, we had show to make.

“Speaking of Ttungbo…”

Jiyong’s eyes snapped to meet mine, face switching from that deep thoughts look to an agreeable smile.

“I don’t know if you have anything planned for today, but if we have time…?”

“Of course my love,” his smile widened.

It wasn’t a sound or physical sensation, but I could feel Seunghyun’s disdain at the words.

“Call the kennel,” Jiyong stood from his seat, body language clearly showing he would be ready to leave soon. “We’ll stop for tea on the way.”

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“I wanted to apologize for last night.”

Jiyong was leaning slightly away from me as he spoke, checking his side-view mirror as he backed out of the driveway.

“Oh, um… wel-”

“I’m not expecting you to say anything or accept it,” he clarified. Twisting in his seat, he placed one hand on my headrest as he double checked the road behind us.

“It was presumptuous.”

I nodded. He was right, and exhibiting a surprising amount of self-reflection. Maybe there was something to his playlist process.

“It was,” I agreed aloud.

His hand fell from my headrest, swinging down in an aborted arc that stopped short of my thigh. It floated awkwardly for a second before he placed it firmly on the gearshift instead.

“Did you want to go straight there? Or would you mind if I stopped for coffee first?”

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Ttungbo was somewhat wary of Jiyong when we arrived, but quickly put that aside as he attempted to climb into my, still standing, lap. Once I as fully seated, I was immediately flattened by the whining boxer.

“I know Ttungbo,” I babbled at him, “I know. I’ve been away for so long, right? And now Soo-ah isn’t here. I know. I’m such a bad mom to you, abandoning you in this hotel. Oh my sweet boy has been suffering, hasn’t he?”

Jiyong leaned against the wall opposite from Ttungbo and I, watching me with an expression that reminded me of when he had helped me get ready for that one particularly bad night with Seungri.

Somewhat fueled by a petty sense of poorly placed blame, I ignored him.

Eventually, Ttungbo got tired of trying to pin me in place and started going back and forth to show me the toys in the visitation room. I, of course, praised each one accordingly, enjoying the way that the pace of his wagging tail would speed up each time.

“A crinkly corn man? Very nice.”

“Oooh… that’s a deep squeaker. Very good for a walrus.”

“This is your favorite, isn’t it? You’re so sweet with Mr. Moose.”

=====

When we left, Jiyong stalled once we were inside his car.

“It’s not really my place to suggest but…” he sighed heavily, nervously tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

“What is it?” I asked.

He licked his lips, biting them slightly as he chose his words.

“You got sick so quickly,” he started.

“I’m not really sick,” I said. “It’s just stress.”

“Right,” he nodded, agreeing but still pressing onwards, “right, it’s probably just that. But… I worry, you know? So I called my doctor, and he…”

“A doctor?” I asked, skepticism wrinkling my brow. “It was just a panic attack, and then, you know, a recovery time.”

Even I knew that wasn’t exactly true. I tuned out Jiyong slightly, trying to remember the last few days and what had been going on with me health-wise.

“... -uld clear some time…”

The panic attack had been first, right? That confessional style interview. Then… headaches. Headaches and tiredness and mood swings…

“... -n’t schedule any…”

Had I been having stomach issues as well? I couldn’t even remember. Add brain fog to the list I suppose.

“... but it’s up to you, obviously.”

I heaved a long sigh, using the length of it to piece together whatever Jiyong had been saying. Something about going to see a doctor, I was fairly certain.

“Okay,” I nodded, turning to look at him. “Might as well double check that I’m fine, right?”

His expression of concern turned to one of relief.

“Yeah,” he started the car, “yes. We’ll head there now.”

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Blood draw, urine test, a light shining in my eyes and down my throat. Reflexes tested, stomach palpated, and questions galore. I felt bad that somehow, without even a proper appointment, I was taking up so much of this doctor’s time.

It was clearly a private practice. Without a doubt, the doctor’s availability was a perk of fame and money. Though I hadn’t seen much of the building, I was sure that the examination room was in fact just a spare room in the doctor’s house.

“You don’t appear to have any sort of immediate health concerns. As you suggested, the stress of so many big changes happening at once is likely the culprit. Stress can suppress the body’s immune system after all. So for now…”

The doctor handed over a small collection of bottles. Too many for me to hold securely, so I started putting them into my pockets.

“These are just some vitamins and supplements. We’ll have a clearer idea of if there is anything more concerning once your labs come back, so for now we’ll just try to pump up your body’s natural defenses.”

“And how long will it be before we get the lab results?” Jiyong asked, offering a hand to accept some of the bottles from the doctor.

He had offered to wait outside, but my confidence with medical Korean was shaky enough that I had asked him to stay. It had turned out to be unnecessary, since the doctor was both semi-fluent in English and had a knack for simplifying his message without losing information.

Still, it had been nice to have him there to offer his own observations of my semi-declining health over the last little while.

“My lab assistant is doing some volunteer work today, but I’m sure we can get most, if not all, of them done tomorrow. You’ll hear from me in no time.”

=====

I felt more energized by the time we left the doctor. Maybe it was the endorphins from seeing Ttungbo, maybe it was the mix of Ringer's solution and B vitamins that the doctor had given me. Maybe there was something to the bitter tea that Jiyong had brought in a thermos for me. Whatever it was, I felt good as I reclined the passenger seat of Jiyong's car and let myself bask in the sunlight streaming through the windshield.

Jiyong had said he needed to swing by the company on the way back, and I had no protest for that. He was being normal, if a little overly attentive, and the sun was out.

I was in a nice thrumming headspace when my phone chimed. Peeking a single eye open, I lifted the phone to see what it was.

From: Zico This is a text to check in on you. How's that asshole acting today?

I failed to hold back a laugh. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jiyong glance at me before returning his attention back to the road.

“What's that?” He sounded nonchalant, but I doubted that was genuine.

“Are you going to get jealous?” I turned just slightly while I typed a reply. Just enough to keep Jiyong more firmly in my sight.

To: Zico Jiyong is being nice. Seems to be keeping a polite distance.

The topic of the text message glanced at me again. He bit his lip for a second before sighing.

I hit send before turning my full attention to him.

“Is it Song Minho?”

His neck was slightly red under his collar.

“Not this time,” I answered.

My phone chimed. I lifted it once again.

From: Zico So you reminded him to be scared of you?

“One of the members?” Jiyong guessed.

“No.”

To: Zico No. He seems to have learned shame on his own.

“Jagiya…”

I decided to cut him some slack.

“It's Zico. Just checking in on me.”

A small grumbly noise pushed its way out of his throat before he spoke again.

“What…” he paused, shaking his head as my phone sounded a third time.

“Why,” he started over, “are there so many people concerned over you?”

From: Zico Maybe I'm biased, but I don't trust it. He has a reputation for being manipulative.

“Am I not worth being concerned over?” I teased him.

“Of course you are, my love.” He cleared his throat as I typed another message.

To: Zico I am choosing to enjoy it. I can worry later.

“There's just so much competition.”

I tilted my head, looking more closely at Jiyong. He was pouting a little bit. It was cute, the childish nature of the expression.

I reached out and placed my hand on his forearm.

“Trust me,” I squeezed his arm, “Zico has specifically assured me that he is not interested in me for anything more than friendship.”

“Jagi…”

I knew that tone. It was gently reproachful. Paternal.

I decided to head off what I knew was coming next.

“Don't tell me I'm being naive.”

“I j-”

“And don't say that you worry about me,” I interrupted him. “We've talked about this - I'm an entire adult.”

He made a small annoyed noise as he shut his mouth.

I reclined the passenger seat slightly, stretching out a little while I watched Jiyong drive. That pout lingered around his lips, but he had the sense not to push the topic.

From: Zico You would know better than me I suppose. He's always rubbed me the wrong way, so I've never really tried to get close.

What a wonderful thing it is when men can admit that they might be wrong.

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“Just sit,” Jiyong insisted, ushering me away from the kitchen. “I'll take care of dinner, just relax.”

“But it's boring in here,” I complained, letting him direct me to the sofa. “Where is everyone?”

“I sent them out,” he admitted. “I wanted to spend time with you but not make it a whole production.”

Taking a seat, I pouted at him. I tried to make it obvious that I wasn't actually upset though. Hesitancy and concerns aside, it was obvious that Jiyong was really trying to go above and beyond and consciously considering my health and energy levels.

“Here,” he handed me the remote to the television. “I'll be right back.”

I sighed, shucking off my slippers and tugging the blanket that lived on the seat around my legs so I could fully bundle down on the sofa. Turning on the television, I didn't bother looking for a specific channel. It was only going to be background noise anyway.

True to millennial form, I pulled my phone out.

From: D-lite Hyung told us all to get out of the house tonight From: D-lite I said I would but I'm actually just working on some stuff in my room From: D-lite I'm not saying this as a warning BTW From: D-lite But if you want to hang out with someone you actually like…

I snorted a laugh.

To: D-lite I appreciate the anxiety warning 💚 From: D-lite A green heart?! From: D-lite I thought I deserved at least a 💜 or maybe 🩷 To: D-lite Green is my favorite color though From: D-lite It's perfect 💚💚💚 I love it 💚💚💚

After a few seconds, he messaged again.

From: D-lite Can I come visit? I know I said I was working but I keep thinking about you From: D-lite Or you can come visit me? To: D-lite I'm pretty sure Jiyong has a whole dinner planned From: D-lite ☹️ To: D-lite Doesn't your room have cameras and microphones anyway? From: D-lite Why would that be a problem? 🤔 From: D-lite Just wha~at are you thinking of? To: D-lite Shut up From: D-lite I just wanted to hang o~ut 😇 From: D-lite But my pet is being so dirty~~~ To: D-lite Nevermind I should be pretending to be interesting for the show From: D-lite “Pretend” she says From: D-lite Like she's not one of the main sources of gossip and speculation online right now To: D-lite Don't remind me 😖 I’ve been very intentionally avoiding all of that ever since I turned off my sns notifications From: D-lite Makes sense From: D-lite Congratulations on crossing 10 million on Instagram by the way

I resisted the urge to check. It was almost painfully difficult, but I did manage to resist.

To: D-lite Stop it! To: D-lite I'm going to vomit To: D-lite You're lying From: D-lite I would never lie to my pet

The message was accompanied by a screenshot of my own Instagram profile.

He was not lying.

I clicked my screen to blackness, staring at my too close reflection on the somewhat scuffed surface for a moment.

I noted the evidence of age that showed in a slight line across my forehead. My roots were beginning to show. I looked exhausted.

Dropping my phone, I pushed my palms against my cheekbones, fingers slipping under my glasses to cover my eyes as I groaned. Realistically, I couldn't just ignore everything, but by god was that the tempting option.

For a moment, I wondered where Chul was. Maybe I had become too dependent on him, but he was unusually good for advice.

“You okay?”

I jumped nearly out of my own skin. My own groaning had effectively drowned out any sound of Jiyong's approach.

I looked up at him, clocking the teacup in his hands immediately.

“Just stress.”

Somewhere in the rear of my mind, I remembered Chul mentioning he had been called for some meeting.

“Good timing then,” Jiyong held up the teacup to highlight it before placing it on the coffee table. “Let me know if it's too bitter.”

“More herbal medicine?” I scooted forward, taking the cup in my hands and allowing it to warm my hands.

“You know me so well,” Jiyong smiled. He reached out, gently brushing my hair out of my face s he spoke again. “Drink up, my love.”

I shot him a side-eye as I took a sip of the murky liquid.

My face contorted, chin retreating towards my neck as my lips twisted and eyes scrunched shut.

“I did say it would be bitter.”

I gave a strained noise, took a breath, and downed the entire cup as fast as I could.

Jiyong sat next to me, rubbing my back softly as I coughed through the awful aftertaste.

“Good girl. It's rough, I know,” he murmured, “you're doing so well though.”

“That isn't bitter,” I coughed again. “That tastes like industrial strength paint-stripper.”

“I'll get better at it,” Jiyong kept up his soothing hand motions on my back. “You did so good for me though. Here,” he stood up, taking the cup with him, “I'll get you something to get the taste out of your mouth.”

He briskly walked back to the kitchen, pausing for a moment to swirl some water through the cup and place it in the dishwasher.

I let myself tilt over, laying my head on the armrest of the sofa to watch Jiyong shuffle around the kitchen. He poked through the cabinets, tutting slightly as he shut the doors and moved on. Briefly, he placed his hands on his hips, surveying the countertops with pursed lips. Then, seemingly struck with inspiration, he determinedly opened the fridge and pulled out two oranges. He gathered up a plate and some small tool from a drawer before coming back into the living room.

“Here we go,” he set the plate down and took a seat next to me. Slipping the little gadget over one of his fingers, he set to work.

A hundred videos of couples arguing filled my mind.

“You're peeling me an orange?”

Jiyong looked up from his work, eyebrows arched upwards at the center of his brow. The effect was not quite unlike a scolded pet.

“Do you not like oranges?”

I blinked, just taking in this new facet of him before shaking my head.

“No, I like oranges.”

He stayed still for a moment, pouting slightly as he glanced from me to the orange in his hands a few times.

“I can get something different if yo-”

“I like oranges,” I said it more firmly, nudging his leg with my knee. “Peel one for me.”

He seemed to accept it then, returning to the task at hand.

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The acerbic nature of the tea was erased from my short-term memory by the time our dinner plates escorted us out to the deck. I made an offhand remark that I was going to gain weight if Jiyong insisted on taking me to restaurants and cooking for me like this.

“You've been sick,” he replied, pointedly placing more beef on my plate. “It's better to get nutrients from food than supplements anyway.”

“You make me sound like one of those gym obsessed forum guys,” I complained, pouting at him across the small glass table. The small glass of wine had hit me a little harder than I had expected. Or perhaps I was just enjoying being taken care of again. Either way, my skin felt a little electric, and I was flirting a bit harder than I may have done otherwise.

“No,” Jiyong smirked, eyes honed in on my mouth as I lifted my fork for another bite. “If you were one of those gym obsessed forum guys, you would know the importance of nutrition and rest for recovery and avoiding burnout.”

“You sound like you're about to confine me to my bed,” I couldn't stop myself, neither in the somewhat suggestive words nor the dip of my tongue to catch the stray remnants of flavor from the food on my lips.

God, was this how easy I was?

“If that's what it takes to get you to relax,” Jiyong's throat bobbed as he swallowed between his clauses. “Maybe I should do that.”

A home cooked meal, a hand peeled orange, a doctor's appointment that I didn't have to schedule?

“I don't think you have it in you,” I baited him.

Was that really all it took for me to be planting the ideas like this into the mind of Jiyong? Of all people?

“What makes you say that?”

Jiyong leaned forward in his seat, crossing one leg over the other and supporting his chin on his hand. The pose highlighted something about the angles of his body, and another reason for my behavior occurred to me.

He really was quite pretty.

“You don't come across as the direct action type.”

His smile was slow and cat-like. It occurred to the artist in my brain that he was apparently made entirely out of acute triangles.

“You would usually be right,” he leaned back, tilting his head to a curious angle, “but some things require a hands-on approach.”

Something had shifted. A string somewhere pulling tighter with each flirtatiously innocuous comment.

It was a feeling that I was well acquainted with. Typically, it was my cue to make a joke and redirect the conversation. Typically this was the point where I'd back off, loosen that winding cord.

Overly meticulous in the movement, I placed my fork down on my plate before scooting my chair an extra inch or so from the table. I downed the remaining liquid from the slightly over-sweetened tea that Jiyong had prepared for me before speaking.

“Just how ‘hands-on’ are you planning to get?”

That invisible cord stretched further, nearing an unknown limit.

I was just far away enough from him that I didn't really know that he held his breath, but it certainly seemed like he did. He was absolutely still for a moment before his head twitched.

“Would you like a demonstration?”

He gripped the armrests of his chair, knuckles going white. However, that was the full extent of his movement before he stilled again, waiting for an answer.

I decided to stress test that string.

“Go ahead.”

That did it. A piano wire pulled too taut, struck too many times, snapped.

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There wasn't much talk for a while. Nothing truly interesting anyway. Jiyong spouted a few sentences that were clearly designed to make good edits and draw nicely editable replies from me as he took my hand.

He drew me up out of my chair, primly directing me around the rest of the outdoor furniture and back into the house. He smoothly transitioned from holding my hand to laying a hand at my waist as he tugged open the sliding glass door, switching hands again as he closed it after us again.

My body was only out of contact with his hands for perhaps a second at a time as he led me through the house and towards my room. Still, each time his touch returned after those brief absences, a minor electric storm rushed through my skin.

Finally, we reached my bedroom door.

Jiyong opened it, then stood back to usher me forward. His hands fell from my body as I crossed the threshold.

I turned to look at him.

He stood, in that obviously practiced nonchalant way, leaning with one shoulder hooked on the doorframe.

“Is this where I leave you?”

I meant to say yes. It was the obvious thing to say. Clearly.

But all those angles caught my eye again.

So I didn't say anything. I just reached up, hooked a finger into his collar, and pulled him into the room.