Duet for two
|One shot| Kwon Jiyong X Reader
Summery:Two pink lines change everything. Dating Kwon Jiyong was already a beautiful, high-profile challenge, but an unexpected pregnancy throws her world completely off its axis. As she hides the test away, the apartment feels heavier than ever before. She is deeply in love, but the terrifying weight of the unknown is suffocating. He has no idea his world is about to shift, and she is left frozen in the silence, agonizing over how to tell him that their relationship is about to become a duet for two.
Anon request~
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The rain was drumming a steady rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jiyong’s Hannam-dong apartment, but inside, the world felt completely paused. The air smelled faintly of incense, damp leather, and the rich aroma of the espresso Jiyong had brewed earlier.
You were curled up on the velvet sofa, wrapped in one of his impossibly soft vintage flannel shirts. Across the room, Jiyong was entirely lost in his own world. He was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, a pair of thick headphones resting around his neck, scattered lyric sheets and sketches spread out around him like a chaotic mosaic. His hair was slightly messy, a silver necklace catching the soft ambient light every time he tilted his head, and his brow was furrowed in that intense, hyper-focused way you had grown to absolutely adore.
This was the Jiyong the world rarely got to see. To the public, he was G-Dragon—a larger-than-life, high-profile icon, a force of nature surrounded by flashing cameras, screaming fans, and the suffocating pressure of global fame. But here, in the quiet sanctuary of his home, he was just Jiyong. He was the man who burned the toast every single morning, the man who laughed until his eyes turned into tiny crescents, and the man who loved you with a quiet, fierce intensity that still took your breath away.
As if feeling your gaze on him, Jiyong suddenly paused his pen. He looked up, his eyes softening the exact moment they met yours. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips—that familiar, gummy smile that always made your heart do a chaotic flip.
"What?" he asked, his voice low and raspy from hours of silence. He tossed his pen onto the table and stretched his arms over his head. "Do I have ink on my face again?"
"No," you laughed softly, tucking your knees tighter into your chest. "Just watching you."
Jiyong chuckled, crawling across the polished hardwood floor until he reached the edge of the sofa. He didn't bother sitting on the cushions; instead, he rested his chin on your knee, looking up at you with absolute fondness. He reached up, his slender, tattooed fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
"You're distracting me," he murmured, though there wasn't a single hint of annoyance in his tone. He leaned up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your kneecap through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Every time I try to write a line, I just end up looking over here at you. You're ruining my work ethic."
"I am a terrible muse," you teased, running your fingers through his soft hair, gently untangling the messy strands.
"The worst," he agreed softly, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch like a cat. "But I think I'll keep you around anyway."
It was moments like these that made the beautiful, chaotic challenge of dating him entirely worth it. From the very beginning, your relationship had been a whirlwind. Meeting him had been an accident—a mutual friend's quiet art gallery opening where you had hidden away in a corner to escape the crowd, only for Jiyong to slide into the seat next to you, looking for the exact same escape. You hadn't treated him like a god; you had laughed at his dry jokes and by the end of the night, the superstar was completely hooked.
Dating him meant navigating a minefield of paparazzi, endless rumors, and weeks spent apart while he was on grueling international tours. But the foundation the two of you built was unbreakable. You were his anchor, his safe harbor from the storm of the entertainment industry, and he was your fiercely protective partner who made sure you always felt cherished, no matter how crazy his schedule became. You were deeply, irrevocably in love, living a life that felt completely full and utterly perfect.
Jiyong shifted, pulling himself up onto the couch and tugging you into his lap. He wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against your back, a soothing cadence that always made you feel entirely safe.
"Let's stay like this all day," Jiyong mumbled against your skin, his hands resting gently over your stomach as he held you close.
You smiled, covering his hands with your own, soaking in the absolute warmth and perfection of the moment. You loved this life. You loved the easy, quiet rhythm the two of you had mastered.
You let out a soft laugh at his stubbornness, your fingers gently tangling back into his black hair. "You know we can't do that right now, Ji," you whispered against his skin, your voice full of affection. "You're working''
Jiyong didn't care. He let out a low, frustrated groan tightening his arms around your waist and completely refusing to move. The fierce, untouchable superstar persona he wore out on the stage had completely dissolved, he was incredibly clingy, craving your touch like a lifeline.
That night ended exactly like every other night you spent together. Long after the stadium lights had dimmed and the echoes of thousands of screaming fans had faded, Jiyong held you close. He didn't hesitate, leaving a trail of soft feather-light kisses along your jaw and neck. At first, you tried to push him away, giggling as his messy hair tickled your bare skin, but the rejection never lasted long. Within seconds, you turned in his arms and sank deeply into his kisses, melting against the familiar, comforting heat of his body.
When you made love that night, it felt entirely different from the fast-paced rush of his public life. It was beautiful, intense, and incredibly sexy—a slow, passionate rhythm where the rest of the world completely ceased to exist. Every touch was deliberate, every whispered word filled with an undeniable, heavy devotion. By the time the two of you finally drifted off to sleep, tangled up in the sheets, the bedroom was a chaotic, heaping mess of discarded clothes and pillows, left entirely for one of you to deal with in the morning light.
Your sex life over the past month had been nothing short of incredible. Jiyong was dealing with immense, crushing work stress from his latest projects, and your bedroom had naturally turned into his ultimate sanctuary—the one place where he could finally strip away the exhausting weight of being a global superstar. He was incredibly giving during those late nights, always putting your pleasure first and ensuring you completely finished before he ever did. This intense, magnetic closeness left you glowing for days, boosting your overall mood and making you feel noticeably happier and lighter when you were at work.
Exactly two weeks after the last time you two had sex, you visited the local market to pick up tampons, fully expecting your period to arrive right on schedule. When the day passed and it didn't show up, you felt a slight, passing flicker of worry, but you quickly shrugged it off as a symptom of a busy week. It wasn't until you were officially two days late that a real, cold knot of panic firmly set in.
That sudden realization brought you to this exact, nerve-wracking moment: wanting nothing more than to slip away right now and buy a pregnancy test, but finding yourself completely trapped. You were curled up snugly in Jiyong's lap while his long fingers idly and rhythmically played with your hair. Because the two of you had never seriously discussed the topic of having children or your future goals, you had absolutely no idea where he stood, making the weight of the secret you were harboring feel incredibly heavy. Steeling your nerves and taking a deep breath to settle your racing heart, you finally decided to test the waters.
"Oppa?" you murmured softly against his chest.
"Hmm?" Jiyong responded automatically, his eyes never leaving the pages of his book.
You cleared your throat, desperately trying to keep your voice casual and light. "Um... did you hear the news? Ha-eun had her baby."
Jiyong raised his eyebrows slightly at the mention of the name, though he still didn't bother to look down at you. "Hm, oh really? Well, good for them."
"Yeah, I'm really happy for them," you replied, your heart starting to hammer violently against your ribs as you pushed forward. "I know they've been trying for quite a while."
Jiyong finally placed his book flat down on his chest and looked into your eyes. "I know. Jin has been talking about starting a family since forever. I'm just glad they're finally doing it." He offered a gentle smile and then went right back to idly twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger.
A heavy silence fell over the room. Pushing your luck just a fraction further to see if he would elaborate, you let out a slightly nervous, airy laugh. "I know she was edging me on to be next. She even joked about the two of us being pregnant at the same exact time."
Jiyong blinked, his relaxed expression going completely blank for a split second. "Right. Ah... that's... funny," he offered awkwardly, smiling weakly as if he was completely unsure of what else to say to that. Within seconds, he picked his book back up and buried his face right back into the pages, effectively closing the topic.
It wasn't the direct rejection you had dreaded, but it certainly wasn't the enthusiastic, warm reaction you had desperately hoped to receive. Unable to read whether he was truly open to the idea of a family or completely against it, you chose to drop the conversation entirely. You closed your eyes tight and tried your best to sleep right there in his lap, making a firm, unbreakable promise to yourself: the very next morning, you were absolutely going to find a way to get a test to know the truth for sure.
Your chance came the very next morning. Knowing how ruthlessly the media tracked your every move since your relationship with G-Dragon became public, you couldn't risk being spotted at a pharmacy. If the press caught wind of you buying a pregnancy test, the headlines would blow up before you even had a chance to process it yourself. You had reached out to a trusted friend, begging them to pick up the test for you to keep it entirely under wraps.
Now, you were sitting on the closed lid of your toilet, the heavy silence of the apartment pressing in on you. Fortunately, Jiyong was scheduled for a packed day of studio sessions and meetings, meaning he wouldn't be home until late tonight. You had all the time in the world, yet every second felt like a drop of boiling water on your skin. Staring down at your watch, you watched the digital numbers tick down the agonizing final five seconds.
Five.Four.Three.Two.One.
You forced your eyes over to the plastic stick resting on the marble counter.
It was positive. Two solid, unmistakable lines.
The breath completely left your lungs. This wasn't a romance movie. This wasn't a fairy tale with a perfectly timed script. This was real life, and it was a deeply serious situation. A wave of pure, unadulterated fear washed over you. Sniffing back a rush of hot tears, you grabbed a clump of toilet paper, wrapped the test up tightly to hide it, and shoved it deep into the bottom of the bathroom garbage can.
"What am I supposed to do?" you whispered into the empty room, your voice trembling.
Logically, you knew you were in a privileged position. Financial stability wasn't the issue. You both brought in more than enough money, and the apartment was massive, with plenty of empty rooms that could easily become a nursery. But material things didn't matter right now. Were you actually ready? Like, really ready?You knew absolutely nothing about babies. As an only child, you had never held a younger sibling, never changed a diaper, and never had to be responsible for another human life. The sheer weight of your own inadequacy began to trigger a full-blown panic attack. Your heart hammered against your ribs, and your breathing grew shallow and ragged.
Driven by pure, unmanageable anxiety, you bolted out of the bathroom and rushed straight into the kitchen. Your brain was screaming for something—anything—to take the sharp edge off the terror. You grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, twisted it open with shaking hands, and poured a dark red stream into a glass. Without thinking, you lifted it to your lips and took a giant gulp.
The moment the raw alcohol hit your tongue, a jolt of pure electricity snapped through your brain. The baby.
"Fuck!" you screamed.
You violently spat the wine out into the kitchen sink, coughing as a few droplets burned your throat. Panting, you turned the faucet on full blast, cupping cold water in your hands and frantically rinsing your mouth out over and over until the taste of grapes and alcohol was completely gone.
Leaning heavily against the edge of the counter, you stared down at the wet stainless steel, fresh tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. You're already fucking up, you thought to yourself, bitter regret twisting your stomach into knots. You're pregnant and just tried to drink. What the hell are you supposed to do when this child is actually born?
You forced yourself to take a deep, shuddering breath, locking your hands onto the edge of the kitchen counter until your knuckles turned white. You couldn't let yourself spiral like this. Staring at your reflection in the polished chrome of the faucet, you gave yourself a fierce, desperate pep talk.
Pull yourself together, you ordered, your internal voice sharp and demanding. Screaming and crying isn't going to change that test. You are a grown woman. Yes, you are terrified, and yes, you have no experience with kids, but you are smart, you are capable, and you love Jiyong. You accidentally took one sip of wine and you fixed it immediately. You haven't ruined anything yet. You need to be strong for yourself, and you need to be strong for this baby. Stop panicking and start planning.
The strict words acted like a splash of ice water to your system, forcing the chaotic adrenaline to recede into a dull, manageable throb. You wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your sleeve and set to work.
Grabbing a rag and a bottle of disinfectant, you meticulously cleaned the kitchen sink, wiping away every single stray droplet of dark red wine. You washed the wine glass thoroughly, dried it until it was spotless, and placed it back in the exact spot in the cupboard where it belonged. You tightly corked the wine bottle and slid it back into the rack, ensuring everything looked completely untouched, as if the entire frantic episode had never happened.
With the kitchen pristine, you walked back to the bedroom, closing the door behind you to create a safe, private sanctuary. You crawled onto the middle of the large bed, pulling a heavy duvet over your shoulders for comfort, and grabbed your laptop.
Knowing how quickly gossip spread in Seoul, standard clinics were entirely out of the question; you couldn't risk a single nurse recognizing your face or leaking your information to a tabloid. Opening an incognito browser window, you began meticulously searching for high-tier, exclusive prenatal clinics and private doctors that specialized in high-profile celebrity pregnancies. You looked for facilities with strict NDA policies, private VIP entrances, and airtight security protocols to guarantee absolute confidentiality.
As you scrolled through the private medical websites, noting down names of highly recommended OB-GYNs who valued discretion above all else, a sense of control slowly began to wash over you. You were taking the first real step.
The afternoon dissolved into evening with frightening speed, the changing light outside the bedroom window tracking the steady march of time. Hours slipped away unnoticed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, completely consumed by the glow of your screen.
Using an interactive map, you carefully pinned each exclusive clinic you uncovered [local]. You looked for specific spatial advantages: locations tucked away in quiet neighborhoods of Seoul, medical centers with private underground & parking garages that led directly to secure elevators, and facilities far removed from the usual paparazzi hotspots. Panning across the digital map, you evaluated the layout of each surrounding street, ensuring that if you were to visit, there would be no blind spots where a camera could catch you. Pinning them gave you a tangible, comforting sense of structure.
Once the physical logistics were secured, you moved your laptop onto your lap. The phone screen was too small for the sheer weight of what you needed to organize. You opened a blank document in your notes app, the harsh white screen staring back at you like a challenge.
For the next two hours, you poured your chaotic thoughts into a structured plan:
First Section: The Medical Timeline
Call the pinned clinic in Gangnam tomorrow morning.
Schedule an early morning blood test to confirm the exact gestational week.
Request an ironclad confidentiality agreement before filling out any paperwork.
Second Section: The Financial & Living Reality
Acknowledge that money and space are secure.
Remind yourself that the empty guest wing can easily become a nursery.
Seeing your anxiety translated into neat, bulleted lines on your laptop screen finally slowed your racing heart. You weren't just a panicked bystander anymore; you were a mother protecting her future, mapping out a life that was suddenly very real.
Staring back at your notes, a genuine, soft smile finally broke across your face. "Maybe I do got this," you whispered to yourself, the heavy blanket of dread completely lifting from your shoulders.
You closed your laptop, took a deep, cleansing breath, and stood up from the mattress. Walking over to the full-length mirror on your bedroom wall, you hesitated for a fraction of a second before gently bunching the hem of your shirt up in your fingers, lifting it slightly to expose your tummy. You weren't showing yet—of course you weren't, it was far too early—but it still felt different. Carefully, almost reverently, you flattened your palm against your stomach.
A small, breathless smile touched your lips. "Hi..." you began, a sudden wave of awkwardness making your cheeks flush. You cleared your throat softly. "I'm your eomma." You giggled, the sound light and musical in the quiet bedroom. "I know you probably can't hear me yet, but I... I just wanted to say I'm excited to meet you one day." Saying it out loud changed everything. The realization that you were actually happy washed over you, a warm, welcomed comfort after a day of pure terror.
Right as you were staring into the mirror at your tummy, the distinct sound of the front door digital lock clicking and unlocking echoed from the living room.
Panicking slightly, you quickly let your shirt fall back over your stomach, hiding the tiny secret. "Jagiya?" Jiyong’s deep, gravelly voice called out into the dark, empty apartment.
"In here!" you yelled back. You practically dove onto the bed, opening your laptop and tapping random keys to act as if you had just been casually browsing the entire evening.
Jiyong walked into the bedroom looking completely exhausted, his shoulders slumped from the grueling hours in the studio. But the exact minute his eyes landed on you, a tired, genuine smile broke across his face. He didn't even hesitate—he climbed right onto the mattress, crawling over to you and pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your cheek. "What are you doing up? It's late," he murmured.
You smiled, squirming slightly as his fluffy black hair flowed down, tickling your face and neck as he continued to pepper your cheek with kisses. "Just couldn't sleep, I guess," you lied softly.
Jiyong hummed against your skin, his kisses naturally tracing down your jawline, trailing lower to press against the sensitive skin of your neck. You closed your eyes, sinking into his soft, familiar touch. "Mmm, Ji..." you breathed.
This was your usual routine. After a brutal day of work, he always wanted to have sex—it was his ultimate comfort, his outlet, and his way of reconnecting with you. But as his lips finally migrated up to land on yours, his grip tightening as the kiss became heavier and more aggressive, a jolt of reality snapped through your mind. The baby. You couldn't risk anything right now, not while your mind was spinning and your body was harboring a tiny life.
Gently but firmly, you placed your hands against his chest and pushed him back, moving your head sideways to break the kiss. "Mmm, maybe not tonight, Jiyong..."
Jiyong blinked, looking at you in genuine surprise. It was rare for you to turn him down, especially lately. But being the giving, understanding partner he always was, he didn't push. The surprise vanished, replaced by a tender smile. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. "Alright," he said softly, shifting his weight to sit up. "Are you hungry? I can make us some food. I'm really craving some ramen."
As he began to swing his legs out of bed to head to the kitchen, you reached out. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
"Um, actually..." You took a deep, shaky breath, discarding the entire script you had written on your laptop. You couldn't keep it inside for another three days. Looking directly into his eyes, you said, "We need to talk."
Jiyong sat on his knees on the mattress, his eyes locked onto yours, giving you a warm, encouraging nod that immediately melted a layer of your anxiety.
"Um..." You looked down, your fingers nervously picking at your nails as the words tangled in your throat. "I—I'm not entirely sure how to say this..."
Seeing your distress, Jiyong reached out and gently took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss against your knuckles. "Jagiya, you can always tell me anything," he said softly, his voice a steady, grounding anchor. "No matter what, I'll be here for you."
You smiled, the genuine warmth in his promise giving you the ultimate burst of courage. Taking one last deep, cleansing breath, you looked directly into his eyes and forced the truth out. "I—I'm pregnant."
Jiyong’s eyebrows shot up instantly, a flash of pure surprise washing over his exhausted features. He didn't let go of your hand, and he didn't look away from you, but he also didn't say a single word. The bedroom fell completely silent. You desperately searched his tired brown eyes, looking for any trace of anger, panic, or regret.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jiyong let out a breath. "Oh... um... woah," he chuckled, the sheer unexpectedness of the news breaking his initial shock.
A nervous, bubbly laugh escaped your lips, the relief of finally having it out in the open taking over. "Yeah..."
Jiyong reached up with his free hand, idly rubbing the back of his neck as he processed the reality. "Are you... are you okay? I mean, when did you find out?"
"Just a few hours ago," you admitted softly, your voice dropping to a whisper. "I was late for my period, and... yeah. I got a test."
Jiyong nodded intently, hanging onto every single syllable as he stared at you. He swallowed hard, a sudden wave of vulnerability washing over his face. He leaned in a bit closer and whispered, "Jagiya... are we ready for this?"
You let out a small, honest smile and shook your head. "No."
Jiyong smiled right back at you, a soft, incredibly comforted look in his eyes. "I don't think so either."
But the initial fear didn't linger. Before you could doubt anything, Jiyong reached up, gently cupping your face in both of his warm hands. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, delivering a slow, deeply emotional kiss. The sheer tenderness of it made your heart swell, and you found yourself smiling right into the kiss, all your remaining fears evaporating into thin air.
When he finally pulled away just an inch, he rested his forehead flat against yours. You both looked directly into each other's eyes, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.
"We're having a baby," he whispered, the words sounding heavy with disbelief, but a giant, radiant smile broke across his face.
Your own smile mirrored his perfectly, the tears in your eyes now born from pure happiness. "We're having a baby."
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A/n: I absolutely luveddd this request, writing Jiyong as a father is such a soft spot for me🥹 and I defiantly want to do it more <3
