#gd fluff

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bigbang reaction to: their s/o having a nightmare;

request: Anonymous said : Can I please request a Bigbang reaction when their S/O had a nightmare about them leaving her? Thank you very much!

kwon jiyong (g-dragon):

he’s a light sleeper so when he saw you wincing and groaning in your sleep, he sat up concerned. you’d a history of lucid dreams and he knew sometimes the nightmares get too vivid for you to handle. he jerked you lightly, waking you up. on waking up and seeing him in front of him after dreaming about him leaving you on your doorstep, you couldn’t stop yourself and hugged him immediately. hot tears flowing down your eyes.

he hummed “shh” while rubbing your back. his grip around your, now shaking figure, tight but not suffocating.

“baby, you want some water?”

you shook your head before pulling back and kissing him, a short but passionate kiss.

“promise me, you won’t ever leave me.” you looked him in the eye.

he hesitated for a second because, frankly, you two had never talked about the future before. nothing was ever planned, you two had decided to just go with the flow and not rush into things so when you asked for a commitment, a lifetime commitment, he was taken aback but he knew in his heart that you were the person he wanted to spend eternities with so he nodded.

took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, “i won’t ever leave you, doll. cross my heart.”

choi seunghyun (t.o.p):

he was deep in sleep when he heard you crying. he woke up and rubbed his eyes checking the time on the bedside clock which read four in the morning. at first he was dazed and mistook your crying with his dream. you’d stopped crying knowing you woke him up and stayed still. but on switching on the bedside lamp, he noticed your figure, away from him at the other corner of the bed, your back facing him, you were badly trying to muffle your cries but you failed and were shaking.

he sat up and put a hand on your shoulder, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head wiping your tears, “i’m sorry for waking you up, go to sleep love.”

“no, y/n we’re not doing this again. come on, just last night we promised to tell each other everything, now tell me what’s wrong?”

you sniffled and turned towards him, your hair was a mess and your eyes had turned red due to crying so much, there was also hint of tiredness under your eyes, “i’m scared.”

he laid down facing you, “of? i’m here for you.”

“scared of losing you, what if i do lose you seunghyun? what will i do then? how am i supposed to live?”

“you won’t lose me though, my love”

“but what if i do?”

“there is no what if, i’m not leaving you, ever.” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss on your forehead.

dong youngbae (taeyang):

he woke up at exactly three in the morning like an alarm clock. he was aware of the repetitive nightmares you were having and seeing your figure facing him scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around, from your irregular breathing he knew you were awake.

“again the same dream?”

you nodded.

“it doesn’t make sense.”

“then why i do keep watching you leave me every night?”

“i don’t know,” he nuzzled into your neck, “i’m not leaving, you know it. where will i go?”

“to someone better”

“will there ever be someone better than you for me? no, there can’t be and you can’t argue with me on this.”

“i feel like these nightmares are a sign.”

“they are not, and even if they’re, they’re for me. i’ve been ignoring you too much cause of the tours and concerts, need to love you more,” he peppered light kisses on your neck and squeezed you lightly, “i love you so much.”

kang daesung:

daesung had been away to japan for a few weeks now. your facetime call in the middle of his concert surprised him. he was backstage and was about to head to the stage for the next song when his phone started ringing. he picked it up and on watching you crying, he halted and sat down, he couldn’t really handle you crying. he always felt a part of him breaking and it was too painful for him to bear.

“is something wrong?”

you were sobbing and couldn’t speak coherently, “y-you’re so aw-away.”

“but i’m right here with you!” when the manager walked towards him to escort him he showed his hand and motioned to be left alone.

everyone left the dressing room and the event manager declared a small five minutes delay to the fans.

“i’m so sorry for calling you like this but i had a nightmare. i saw that you didn’t want me anymore and so you just left me. i woke up and you weren’t beside me. i’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“baby you’re never a bother to me. i love you beyond comprehension. i can’t ever leave you, you’re my strength, my support system.”

when you’d calmed down a bit, he walked to the stage with his phone and showed you the crowd and everyone cheered for you putting a huge smile on your face, surely washing your worries away.

lee seunghyun (seungri):

everytime you’d a nightmare, seungri would sing for you, sing you back to sleep. but tonight when he was awoken, he was worried. he hadn’t ever seen you this upset, you weren’t crying, more like your tears had dried. you were staring at the ceiling pointlessly. he turned to you concerned, “are you feeling sick? do you want me to call the doctor?”

you looked at him after a while, “why are you still me?”

“i’m not sure i understand the question.”

“do you love me?”

“beyond doubt.”

“what if one day you wake up and realize you don’t, you’ll just leave, right?”

he chuckled, “are you kidding me? i’d leave? i’ll realize that i don’t love you anymore? i’m a loser, i’m a loser for you. i’m a little flower who’ll wither if i’m kept away from your love. so that day ain’t coming so easily where you’ll get rid of me. you can try all you want,” he winked kissing your cheeks, “i’ll always be here every morning when you wake up.”

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Bigbang’s GD; Colour of Love

Genre: Fluff      Pairing: GD x Reader      Words: 620

Red; the colour of the passion burning inside him; the colour of your love for him.

AN: Hi, I’m obsessed with red haired Jiyong, what a loOK

Never in your life had you thought you would walk into your bathroom only to be met with what looked like a slaughterhouse. Red dye filled the sink, the shower curtain, the bath and some of the walls and in the middle of it all stood your boyfriend, looking helpless and apologetic. You were about to ask him what in the world he had been doing to cause this mess, but based on the same red colour covering half of his hair it was pretty obvious what had occurred. ‘‘Did YG run out of hairdressers or what’s happening here?’‘ you asked with a laugh, trying not to think about how you were possibly going to make your bathroom look normal again. Jiyong sighed in defeat as he looked in the mirror, cringing at his results after spending thirty minutes trying to dye his hair only to realise it wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

‘‘My hairdresser insisted that I should go blonde and I refused.’‘

With all the colours he had been through you wouldn’t have thought that returning to blonde would be a problem, but he had always had something to say about his style and refused to follow what others told him to do if he didn’t agree. ‘‘But it turns out dyeing hair isn’t my specialty’‘ he added with a laugh. It looked like he had been dipping his entire hands in a bucket of red paint and it was safe to say there was more dye on his shirt than in his hair. You weren’t exactly a hairdresser yourself, but you quickly decided that you could do a better job than the one he was currently doing and stepped fully into the bathroom. The small tray containing the remaining colour laid in the sink along with a stained towel; undoubtedly one he had used to try salvaging the mess he had made. You handed him a new towel, which was already stained from previous hair-dyeing, and told him to put it around his shoulders - not that his shirt could be saved anyway. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub as you readied yourself for the tricky procedure by putting on the gloves that came with the box of dye.

You positioned yourself between his legs so that you were close enough to see all of his hair and the mess he’d made. ‘‘I get that hair dyeing is hard but how did you manage to fuck it up this bad?’‘ you asked with a laugh and he shrugged. ‘‘Seungri told me I couldn’t do it so I was determined to prove him wrong... Don’t tell him about this’‘ he answered with a laugh of his own. You smirked at the thought of definitely telling Seungri later - maybe even showing him a few pictures. You began sectioning his hair into small parts and he hummed at the contact. ‘‘Excuse me,’‘ you scoffed, ‘‘this isn’t a free scalp massage.’‘ He stopped humming and put on the obvious fake expression of someone feeling uncomfortable as you continued with your work.

As much as you had teased him, it turned out that you weren’t exactly a great hairdresser either. You couldn’t tell what mess was made by Jiyong and which were made by you - it was safe to say that your bathroom was beyond salvation and you would definitely need a new shower curtain as well as towels. Although you were both covered in red dye and the project had nearly failed you couldn’t help but smile. Upon seeing you expression Jiyong smiled too and you both fell into laughter, agreeing that this whole thing was silly.

‘‘Promise me you’ll see a professional next time?’‘

[noona-clock]

MADE 🖤 Girlfriend

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

How can you be so pretty? Will you believe that I have more butterflies than when we first met? Day by day, I get nervous that I’ll lose you 

It was still really strange for Jiyong to think... he was dating you now. After so many years of being friends, after months of agonizing separation... you were actually his girlfriend.

So often, he would look at you and wonder how he’d never realized you were so beautiful. I mean, he had, but he’d only known it objectively. It had taken him leaving to see that beauty in a different light, but even then, it had taken him far too long to truly understand.

When he showed up at your doorstep two months ago, the first thing you’d done was slap him across the face. Hard. And he’d known that he deserved it, but he was still scared you were too upset with him to even talk to him.

The next thing you’d done, though, was kiss him. Hard. So that had given him a glimmer of hope.

And now, two months later, here you were. Sitting at his kitchen table, painting your nails. Your tongue sticking out as you concentrated. Your hair up in a messy bun, one of Jiyong’s oversized t-shirts covering your frame. And you’d never been more beautiful.

He was still scared you would leave him, though. Which was the worst kind of karma since that’s exactly what he’d done to you.

When I’m struggling and tired When I sometimes fall Girl, you always pick me up Just like now, by my side Next to me, every single day Stay like that

It had become a sort of routine now. Every night, after you joined Jiyong in bed, he would snuggle up next to you. He would press his forehead to yours, and he would ask the same question: “You’re staying here, right?”

You would answer the same answer, every night: “Yes, I’m staying. Forever.”

You would kiss his nose, caress his cheek, and hold him until he fell asleep.

You’d suffered those months while he was gone, yes, but after about a week of living with Jiyong, you’d realized he might have suffered more. 

He had become weak without the mafia... without you. So you became his strength. You supported him and encouraged him and you loved him like you’d always loved him. Only, now, you were able to actually show him.

Yes, I have a girlfriend And I’m never lonely Just looking at her makes me happy Yes, you are my girlfriend You’re my one and only I don’t wanna wake up from this dream of you

Youngbae chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as he watched his best friend watching you. Ever since you’d come into his life (or back into his life, if he’d guessed things correctly), Jiyong had basically been a completely different person.

He drank still, but only for fun. Never to get drunk. He smiled. He laughed. He was just... happy.

Even now, Jiyong was watching as you ordered drinks at the bar, and he was pretty much the heart eyes emoji personified.

“I’m really happy for you,” Youngbae told Jiyong as he clapped his friend on the back. “I’m glad you found what you were missing.”

“I didn’t realize I was that stupid,” Jiyong admitted with a snort. “I’ve known her for years, and I’d never... But now...”

Youngbae lifted his eyebrows curiously. “...The One?”

Jiyong simply nodded, just barely holding back an idiotic grin.

Even that night, after finally admitting out loud you were the one he wanted to spend his life with, he still asked you: “You’re staying here, right?”

But you still answered: “Yes, I’m staying here. Forever.”

I thank God again today That I can look at a picture like you I’m enjoying you right now Because you’re more beautiful Than any other masterpiece

To be honest, Jiyong was actually glad things had turned out this way. He hated that you both had suffered, of course, but all that made you more appreciative of what you had now.

At least it did for him.

Everything felt more precious because he’d experienced that low; he knew what it was like to live without you, and he knew he never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn’t exactly a religious person - the mafia had done a pretty good job of stomping out whatever faith he’d had - but he still found himself thanking the Powers That Be in the universe for the fact you were in his life. Not only that, the fact you were his. The fact you still loved him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Jiyong murmured one night after you’d answered his question yet again.

You blushed, a bashful smirk pulling at your lips before Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss it away. And this his lips moved all over your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone and chest...

“A true work of art,” he mumbled as his lips painted the canvas of your body.

After I met you, I feel strange All the girls on the street look like you Whatever they say, I can only hear your voice After I met you, I became a fool This smile never leaves my face Just thinking about you makes me happy 

Being in the mafia had certainly opened doors to all kinds of things for Jiyong, including all kinds of women. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken advantage of that, and while he’d enjoyed their company at the time... he never would’ve imagined a woman could make him this happy.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he thought of you. And he smiled because he thought of you. He compared every other woman he saw to you. He sometimes actually imagined he did see you, but he kept that to himself. Even he knew that was kind of pathetic.

But, truly, ‘pathetic’ was the best word to describe him. Because ever since he’d wised up and gone after you, ever since you’d come back into his life, he’d been living in the clouds. He’d been foolishly happy.

And, eventually, he stopped asking you if you were staying. Because the part of him which knew you were only grew stronger as time went on.

You still answered him, though. Even when he didn’t ask you, you still told him you were staying. Forever.

You told him with every kiss, every smile, every laugh. Everything you did, everything you said... it all told him you were never leaving his side.

Truly, Jiyong couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girlfriend, but that’s what you were. A perfect girlfriend.

Well, you were a girlfriend... for now.

Ain’t nothing in the world Compares to my girlfriend

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of MADE 🖤 Loser

Tagging @jjong-dae77 , @sweg-imsorrywhatwasthat , @wildest-dre4m , @cramelot , @into-the-kpop-void , @xiusmybeautifulnightmare , @tokyoseo , @lovebuginlove , @dongjunma , @haveanotherkpopblog , @bangyongguktigger , @chensationsensation to let them know this has been posted! Readers, let me know if you would like to be added to the list!

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List of my G-Dragon fanfics:

If Jiyong was crazy in love with you (scenario)

Jiyong as Heal me, kill me character (one shot)

GD x TOP x reader (smut, unifnished) You’re Big Bang dancer and both GD and TOP are attracted to you.

Part 1

Part 2

You’re YG music producer’s daughter and that’s how you meet Jiyong and fall in love with him (one shot)

Belong, fanficion. (angst/fluff/smut) You and Jiyong knew each other before and you hadf eelings for him. You meet after two years during fashion week in Paris and unexpected things happen.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (in progress)

Backstage with Jiyong (one shot, smut)

Jealous Jiyong (scenario)

Fanmeeting with Big Bang (scenario)

DUFF (fanficion, unfinished) GD x TOP x You (part1)

You’re high school student and you’re find out you’re DUFF- designated, ugly fat, friend. You ask school playboy, Jiyong for help to change your look and win Seunghyun’s heart but things turn out differently than you expected.

Love is a friendship set on fire (unfinished) part 1

You know Jiyong from school times before his debut and that’s how your love story starts.

Being noticed by Jiyong at Paris fashion show (one shot)

[raidonce-blog]

When you all up in your BigBang feels and the wifi cuts off...

[loveandturmoil87]

The other man ~ Epilogue

A/N ~ Finally I finished it!!!! This is for @helvonasche, this is the fic that brought us together and made her send funny butt anon messages to me. You guys can thank her for this one.

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Rated ~ Smut/Fluff

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A mix of laughter and cheers echoed through the apartment, you made your way to the source, a smile firmly planted on your lips. You knew what they were cheering for, your beautiful daughter.

 Seung ryong stood in the middle of the room trying her best at gwiyomi to impress her uncles that were sat around her. The same gummy smile that her father portrays was spread across her own face as she went through the motions. You stopped behind them to enjoy the sight undetected, smiling as your eyes landed on Jiyong standing off to the side watching like the proud father he had become.

 You didn't think things could turn out the way they did after what happened, after what you did. But here you were, more apart of their lives then you had ever been before. It felt like a fairy tale, like it hadn't really happened.

 Jiyong barely left you and Seung ryong after he ran into you at the coffee shop that day and a few months later, you moved in with him.

 Jiyong's smile spread wider when he finally noticed you standing there, making your heart skip a beat, even after all this time. You could still remember the first time you saw him, the first time you laid eyes on the infamous Gdragon. You laughed to yourself, you had heard the stories of how intimidating he was but what you saw in front of you was anything but.

 Where others saw a cold stare and a hard face, you saw a scared little boy pretending to be a man he wasn’t, in fear that people might not like the real him, or worse, use him.

 Your friend was talking to the people around him, Jiyong himself, was leaning against the bar, wearing that cold face as he stared off into the distance, ignoring what was going on around him.

 She waved you over, excitement evident in the bounce that took over her body. She was a fan and so were you but you were nowhere near her level, to her, they were a  commodity. But to you, they were people with the same struggles as everybody else, if not worse. They didn’t get to enjoy the freedom you did, the joys and heartbreaks that came with life, the moments that made life beautiful. Instead they were shut away and told how to talk, how to act and who to be. Honestly, your heart wept for them and how hard it must be to wear a mask 24/7 and you often wondered how long it would take before they no longer knew who the real them was.

 You smiled at her before chugging back your drink and heading over, you would need it to put up with your friends over exaggerations at meeting her bias. You could feel the buzz from the alcohol kicking in and you tried to remind yourself to behave, you always got mouthy when you drank. That was a lie, you were always mouthy but especially when drunk.

 “This is my friend, _____” you heard your friend announcing with pride as you approached them.

 Jiyong didn’t move a muscle other than his head, it turned in your direction, that blank stare still on his face as he looked you up and down before looking away again.

 It kind of annoyed you, he was acting all mightier than thou, you could see through his facade but then again, it was what he was trained to do.

 “Who are your new friends?” you asked as you looked around the group, Jiyong glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

 “You don’t know who he is?” one of the scantily dressed females that was stuck to his side asked. You kept your face blank and your eyes wide as you looked at him and then back to her. She scoffed, her cheap makeup ridden face souring as she asked in a horrendously high pitched voice “You don’t know Kwon Jiyong?”

 “Nope” you replied with a smile and a small shake of your head.

 “You seriously have never heard of Gdragon….. The leader of South Korea’s top boy band Bigbang?”

 “I didn’t say that” your smile widened when you noticed her face scrunching even more than it already had, trying to figure out what you were saying.

 “Yes you did” the one on the other side chimed in.

 “No, she asked me if i knew Kwon Jiyong and I said no”

 “But Kwon Jiyong is Gdragon you idiot”

 “I know that”

 “Ugh” the first girl screamed as she grabbed at her hair “you’re making my head hurt”

 “That would be because you are a fucking airhead barbie doll who cannot comprehend the difference between Kwon Jiyong and Gdragon, between a real person and a manufactured piece of meat”

 Jiyong’s eyes were on you, his face softening slightly, you had peaked his interest.

 “What the fuck did you just call me?” the girl asked as she placed her hands on her hips, a poor attempt at intimidating you.

 “Are you stupid or just selfish?”

 “Excuse me?”

 “It’s a simple question”

 “Why would you even ask that?”

 “Because, your only focus was on what I called you, you didn’t even care for what I said about him”

 “Fuck you bitch”

 “Really? You want to fuck me?” you asked while over exaggerating a surprised reaction, your hands coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened. “But I’m not famous like him, I’m just a nobody”

 “What the fuck is your problem?’

 “My problem is little fucking skanks like you thinking that they’re amazing just because they hang out with famous people and occasional get fucked by them”

 “You’re a bitch”

 “I am but at least I’m not a loser that uses other people’s social statuses to boost my own”

 “No I don’t”

 “Then get your head out of his fucking ass and stop putting him up on a pedestal. He is a person, not a piece of meat, treat him as such”

 “Ugh, this chick is a fucking buzz kill. Let’s get out of here”

 Jiyong stuck his bottom lip out, the flesh on his chin crinkling as a result. He nodded, his eyes looking around before stopping on you, his lip curving up on one side as he asked “Wanna ditch these bitches?”

 You ignored the girls tirades of abuse, a wicked smile growing on your lips as you replied “Sure thing, I just have to do one thing first..” you reached out and grabbed the glass from his hand before throwing its contents on the main girl you had had the argument.

 She screeched, her arms coming out from her sides as she shook her hands and stomped her feet like a little kid.

 Jiyong laughed hysterically, his fist coming up and covering his mouth as he pointed at her. You grabbed his hand and pulled him away, the two of you laughing like idiots as you broke out into a jog.

 You slinked off into the kitchen, ready to make the lunch that they were all here for, well that and Seung ryong.

 Since Jiyong was first to have a child, they all seemed to flock around her and you couldn't blame them, she was cute. She was the spitting image of Jiyong but she wore your eyes, which is what Jiyong said he loved the most about her.

 You smiled to yourself, thinking of how lucky she was to have four uncles that cared for her as much they did while you gathered the ingredients.

 “What's happening momma?” his voice startling you slightly but making you smile wider, it had become his pet name for you.

 “Just getting the kids fed, daddy” you joked as you leant down to grab the herbs out of the fridge, a groan filled the room, you stood up and shot him a glare as a warning to behave.

 You went back to the counter, to chop the ingredients and that's when he really started. He prowled around the bench before coming up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed his body against yours.

 “I know what you're doing and you need to stop” you told but a smile was still spread on your face.

 “But I can't help myself around you” he replied as his hands trailed down to your hips, you glanced to the door, you couldn't see the others from where you were standing.

 “Jiyong, we have guests” you said breathlessly as his lips attached to your neck, forming an invisible line from your ear to you collar bone.

 “Then they can take care of little dragon while daddy has some alone time with his momma”

 Everything about him was intoxicating, you could never deny him but you tried your hardest every time.

 “Ji, please” you begged as his hands dipped under your skirt, kneading at your ass.

 His thumbs dipped between your thighs and spread you open, your core already throbbing from what little he had done but what you knew he could do. He kissed back up to your ear, his tongue darting out at your lobe and taking it in his mouth, he sensually sucked it before dropping it and whispering “Please, what?”

 Your eyes darted back at the door, you bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His hands still kneading at your flesh, his thumbs working in time to open up your core before letting it close again.

 “We have to be quick” you whispered with flushed cheeks.

 That troublemaking grin you knew all too well formed on his lips as he said “That's my baby girl”

 His hands were quick to remove your underwear, kneeling as he pulled them down to your ankles but he didn't get up. The flesh of his hands felt as though it burnt your skin as they moved up the backs of your thighs, his soft lips brushed at the backs of yours knees making them weak.

 You kept your eyes on the door, biting at your lip when you felt his thumbs back at your core, opening you up again. He pushed his knees between your legs and forced them out, making you widen your stance.

 “That's better” his breath lapped at the skin around your core as he spoke.

 You gasped as soon as you felt his hot wet tongue between your legs, gently running down your core before returning to the top and mimicking the same action.

 “Ji....” you murmured trying not to let the others hear the desperation in your voice.

 “Hmmm” he hummed into your core, sending shivers shooting right through your body.

 “As much.... as I enjoy.... this..... we don't have.... time” you told between suppressed moans.

 “Fine” he groaned, you could tell he was pouting just by his tone.

 You smiled to yourself as you placed your hands firmly on the bench and stuck your ass out.

 “Is my baby girl hungry?” Jiyong asked as he stood, his tone the complete opposite from just a few seconds ago.

 You bit your lip as you looked back at him, his hands ran up your cheeks, pushing the material of your skirt up. Mimicking your actions, he bit his lips as he stared at you, a twinkle in his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them just enough to free himself.

 Your teeth sunk harder into your lip and your head rolled back as he pushed into you, you still weren’t used to how he felt, even after all this time. You gave him a nod, letting him know you were ready. He responded immediately, rolling his hips as slowly as he could bare, it drove you crazy. He loved to tease you, to provoke you to best of his abilities, to what his own body would allow him.

 Looking back and giving him a wicked grin, you shifted your hands to the edge of the bench and pushed back on him. You could see his top lip quiver, a result from holding in his groans. You often pushed one another, turning it into a game and right now, you seemed to be winning. You continued, matching his pace and then speeding up slightly, forcing his own hips to match yours if he wanted to do it right.

 “You’re not playing nice, baby girl” he strained through gritted teeth as you speed up again, purposefully clenching around him, milking him with your movements.

 “Neither are you, daddy” you grinned before turning to check the door.

 He chuckled from behind you as he gave you an extra hard thrust and almost making you gasp out loud, he was playing dirty, two could play at that. You loosened your grip on the counter and dropped one of your hands to open the cupboard, you smiled to yourself as you lifted your foot and placed it on the highest shelf.

 You placed your hand back and used both it and your foot to give you leverage as you pushed back on him, hard. His fingers dug into your ass as soon as you did it, you looked back to see him biting his lip and his nostrils flared.

 His eyes darted back up to you, his head shaking as you pounded yourself on him. Your plan was working but backfiring at the same time, your actions causing you to melt, your body shaking slightly.

 “Fuck baby….. You take it so good for daddy” he groaned.

 The sight of him fucking you was pushing you to your edge. You reached back, your hand snaking around his neck for support but also to get him to fuck you harder.

 “Daddy, please?” you begged, looking him directly in the eye.

 He chuckled, that gummy smile popping up on his face as he asked “Please, what?”

 “I want to come, please?”

 Your begging worked, it always did. He moved his hands to the front of your hips before he unleashed hell on you, his hips moving faster than ever before. You could hear the sound of him fucking you echoing through the room but you didn’t care, not when you were so close.

 You let out a whimper at your high rushing towards you, getting closer with every thrust he made.

 “Come” he commanded and you did as you were told. Lifting your hand up, you bit down on its flesh, using it as a gag as you came all over him, every inch of you quivering with it.

 You could feel the rhythm of his hips begin to lose it’s timing, his hands grasping at you, forcefully digging into your lower abdomen as he came inside you.

 “Baby, be careful” you said in a panic as you quickly moved his hands to your hips.

 “What’s wrong momma?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he stopped his hips and pulled out of you.

 You turned around to face him as you said “I was going to wait until everyone was gone to tell you”

 “Tell me what?” he asked as he looked up at you from zipping himself up.

 “I’m pregnant, we’re pregnant” you said before biting your lip, anticipating his reaction.

 “Really?” he asked wide eyed.

 “Mmhmm” you hummed with a smile.

 “Yaaahhhhh, I can’t believe it” he yelled before rushing out to the lounge.

 “What, what’s going on?” you heard Seung hyun ask as you walked to the doorway to watch him.

 He picked up his daughter and span her around as he said “Guess what Seung ryong? We're having another little dragon”

 You laughed at his ridiculous behaviour, it was everything you’d hoped for and more.

[justkpopstuffinmyhead]

G-Dragon - Vibrant colors ♥ [Part 2]

Member: Big Bang’s G-Dragon

Pairing: Idol!GD & You [ColorblindSoulmate!AU]

Genre: Fluff probably. Some smut and angst later on

Warnings: This is really unrealistic, but i just saw him live and I want to write stuff with him ♥

Words: 2,089

Summary: Seeing your idol at the concert was more than amazing. Especially when it turns out he’s your soulmate.

Part 1, Part 2

“Where are you?”

His voice rings through the entire hall and you look at your best friend. “Y/N. Please” You sigh, remembering how someone pulled your hair when you first met him. “SHE’S HERE!” Your friend screams and you look at her angrily. The others are looking at you and you friend and Jiyong walks down the steps of the stage and into the security area. “Where?” You can’t see him anymore, but his voice rings through the arena thanks to the mic. “Here!”Your friend screams once more and suddenly, the red haired man is in front of you. “You told me you don’t have tickets.”

He’s out of breath and you smile at him. “I wanted to surprise you. Well not like that, but I wanted to surprise you when you would come down for Untitled.”You pout and he just wraps his arms around you, the two of you still separated by the metal. “God I missed you so much.” His voice is only a whisper, something you missed hearing. “Let me get you out of there.” He says, reaching for your hips and lifting you over the barricades. “Bring her backstage!” He instructs and you turn back to your best friend who waves you off, smiling. You stumble backstage, feeling all eyes on you until you disappear backstage. You watch the man, who colored your world in, perform on stage, engaging with the crowd, singing and rapping all those songs that you usually bob your head to in the car. When the first video starts – Jiyong talking about his new album and the progress of making it, he rushes backstage and presses you against the next best wall, his lips pressed onto yours – your first kiss much less romantic than you expected it to be, but still perfect  in its own way - , his hands touching the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. “I missed you so goddamn much. I couldn’t even remember the sound of your voice when it’s not through a telephone.” He whispers as he kisses your jawline, his lips soft and loving. It doesn’t feel rushed because you two are made for each other. Like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly into its counterpart. “I know, I did as well, but you need to change and go back up.” The video is already halfway through so you kiss him once more and push him back towards his changing room to change his costume. He kisses you one last time before going up on the stage again. He next performs R.O.D and then grabs the microphone for an unexpected talk. “I think all of you noticed that I took a girl out of the crowd at the beginning of this concert. I didn’t know that she would be here. She told me that she wouldn’t but I knew something was wrong when I felt something pull on my hair – well, not mine but hers. She’s the reason I can see your beautiful yellow lightsticks you all are holding and know that my hair is currently red and not a weird shade between grey and black. I guess all of you have realized by now that she is my soulmate.” He steps back, giving the crowd some time to react. Most people shout, happy for him, but you can hear some people booing. “I actually met her in this exact arena, one year ago. When I was walking past the crowd, touching people’s hands, taking selfies, I touched hers and suddenly my world lit up. We haven’t been able to meet each other ever since then.” He sighs and you hear people cheering and booing again. Jiyong is hesitant. “I can hear people booing here, unhappy with me having found my soulmate.” He swallows and looks over to you, smiling softly. “I can’t do anything against this and I don’t want to. I don’t want to lose her. I love her.” The crowd erupts in cheers and drowns the boos.

The rest of the concert goes smoothly and when it’s time for everyone to leave you make your way back to your friends and tell them to stay behind if they can. “I have a gift for you.” You previously agreed with Jiyong that your friends can stay behind and you can all just chat a bit and have a good evening. The crowd leaves and when it’s only you, your best friend and those 5 girls left, you tell them to follow you and you make your way backstage until you are stopped by one of the dancers that was there last year – Kim Jae Chung. “Y/N!” He’s one of the few dancers that are fluent in English and last year, he was with you backstage when GD wasn’t. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers and now he walks over and hugs you tightly. “How are you doing?!” He exclaims, ignoring your friends. “Good. I`m just on my way to Jiyong.” You smile and he hugs you once more, whispering in your ear. “That’s good. It’s time. He has been terribly annoying.” You smile and see Jiyong standing behind the half naked dancer. “Jae Chung, what are you doing?” Jiyong whispers deadly and you just walk over and put your hand on his chest, immediately drawing his attention on to you. “We were talking. He just said hi and bye.” You say and point to your friends. “You remember Michelle. And the others are the people I told you about.” He introduces himself personally to everyone and hugs Michelle before quickly walking back to your side, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you guys to my changing room. It’s quite comfortable and we can get some food.” He looks at you in a way that says “I know you didn’t eat a lot today.” And you just follow him, sitting down on the couch with Anna to your right and Michelle to your left. Jiyong sits down in a chair across from you and checks his phone. “Does everyone like Pizza?” You all agree and tell him what kind of Pizza you want and then he orders it, saying that he’ll pay for it. You look at him in disagreement. “I can pay for my food. I don’t need you to do that.” He had been walking back and forth while talking to the restaurant and now crouches down in front of you to kiss you softly, making the girls squeal. “But I want to pay. I want to buy you dinner and breakfast and lunch and spoil you.” He smiles at you and your brush through his red mullet. “Take that thing off or I’ll cut it.” You say smiling and he laughs at your reaction since you sound affectionate but he knows that you mean it. He stands up and just removes the mullet – much to the surprise of everyone but you. “They are extensions. They weren’t in the beginning but Y/N said that she didn’t like it but said that I should keep it if I like it.  I cut it two days later and got extensions, since it suited the concept of the concert.” He explains and sits back down in the chair. The others start talking to him and you just lean back, watching him smile and laugh with you new found friends. When the pizza arrives you all dig in and feel his eyes on you, watching you eat, making sure you eat enough.  “And you haven’t seen Y/N ever since the last concert?” A friend asks and you watch Jiyong nod carefully. “Unfortunately, but I plan on changing that now.” He looks at you, a soft smile on his lips. The 8 of you chat for another two or three hours until your friends return to their hotel. “Is it okay for you if Y/N stays with me?” Jiyong looks at Michelle for approval and she smiles, nodding her head. “I expected that.” He hugs her once and promises to drop her off at her hotel, which the two of you do just a bit later. You go up to grab some clothes and your bag with your toothbrush. “Is it really okay?” You ask Michelle. “If not, I’ll stay. It’s fine.” She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Just remember that we need to go back tomorrow. The train leaves at 4 pm” You nod and hug her tight. “I love you and I don’t deserve you. I hope you know that.” She giggles. “I hope you remember that next time you want to take the last piece of pizza.” You nod and hug her once more, running down towards the black van and jumping into it, being greeted by a sleepy Jiyong. “Today was quite busy for you, wasn’t it?” He nods and pulls you into the place next to him. “Thank you for being there tonight.” He mumbles and leans onto you as you watch the city lights rush by your windows. When you arrive at the hotel, you wake him carefully and take the elevator up to a luxurious suite. “How long can you stay?” You look at him as he removes his shirt, blushing furiously, hiding your face. “The train leaves at 4pm at the main station.” You explain and he nods. “I’ll take the car back to your house. We’ll meet there, okay?” You heard his footsteps walking over to you he’s right in front of you in all of his shirtless glory, making you blush a deep shade of red. “Or do you want me to come next week as we said?” You shake your head and look up at his face. “Of course you can come tomorrow. It’s just. The apartment is a bit. . messy.” You had to leave in a rush for the concert and didn’t have time to clean up. He shrugs and hugs you tight. “As long as I’m with you.” He let’s go of you and offers you one of his t-shirts – saying peaceminusone on the chest – something you originally wanted to buy but then you saw the price of the items and quickly decided not to. You never told him and thankfully he never brought up the topic. “I can sleep in my clothes. I don’t think it’s. .  appropriate to sleep In that shirt.” You say, smiling until you see the hurt on his face. “Why?” You look at the piece of clothing in his hand. “Because it’s too expensive to sleep in it.” You explain matter-of-fact. He immediately understands and looks at the piece of clothing in his hand. “You never mentioned owning my stuff. Do you?” You shake your head, almost embarrassed “I didn’t want to ask you. I don’t want you to buy me stuff and make other think that I’m in it for money.” You blush and look down, feeling stupid tears in your eyes. “I don’t care what others think. I know you’re not.” He looks up and sees the tears in your eyes. “Don’t cry.” He pulls you in for a hug. “I just missed you so much and I’m scared of what others will think and what will happen between us. I don’t want this to hurt your career.” His eyes are soft now as he leans down to kiss you carefully. “it won’t. And to be honest I don’t even care if it does because I want to be with you. Now get ready for bed. The bathroom is over there.” He points at the room and you take the shirt he still offers you, leaving for the bathroom. After removing your makeup and brushing your teeth you change into the pricey piece of clothing that reaches down to just below the curve of your butt, making you self conscious. You look at yourself in a mirror, sighing carefully as you look at your legs, but deciding to leave since he will probably tear down the door if you don’t. You walk out and his eyes are immediately glued to the source of your self consciousness. “I don’t deserve you. You are so beautiful.” You blush once more as he hugs you high. He changed into a snug pair of boxer briefs – something you didn’t expect him to wear. “Let’s go to bed. I’m tired.” His voice is soft as he pulls you over and snuggles into the covers, pulling your body close to his, you both falling asleep lulled in to the warmth of each other.

[smutmelikeyoudo]

Secrets Part 4

A/N: “I’m in flashback” I miss After School.. But anyways, there’s a flashback in this part. Enjoy!

Part 3

You hit your phone as it annoyingly disturbed your slumber. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. But to your surprise, it was still dark. You looked back at your phone to confirm the time and wondered why there wasn’t any sunlight from your window. You looked over to where your window should have been only to see a painting instead. Quickly, you began to notice everything was different yet familiar. You sprang up in bed and looked around the hotel room. The blankets next to you started moving and a tattooed arm crept out from underneath and pulled you back down onto the bed, suddenly making you remember the events from the night before. 

You thought all of it was a dream. But it wasn’t a dream. Jiyong was here, holding you like he used to. His head was resting in the crook of your neck as he spooned you, holding your hand over your waist. You felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach, remembering how they never went away in the two years you both had been together. You smiled and turned around to face him. His eyes were still closed but he had a tiny grin on his face. You ran your hands up his bare chest, reaching the sides of his face and pulled him into you. You pecked his lips, making his grin stretch into a smile. You pecked his lips again, then his cheeks, then his nose, then his forehead and didn’t stop until you heard him laughing. You froze, realizing how much you missed hearing him laugh. 

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy, sending chills down your spine. He finally opened his eyes and kissed you back, stopping at the one. “I have today off.”

“Oh? When’s your concert?” 

“My show’s not until tomorrow.” He led his hand down to the hem of his shirt on you and lifted it up slightly. He rested his hand on your hip and started tracing circles on your skin. You remembered that this habit only made itself known when Jiyong was in a very good mood. He didn’t seem to notice he was doing it as he continued talking. “You should call into work today.. since I have the day off.” And then it hit you. You had work.

“Shit! I forgot!” You jumped out of bed and changed back into your work clothes, not caring that he was eyeing your body. “I’m sorry, Jiyong. I actually have a meeting today that I have to be at.”

“Oh.. okay.” 

“But after that, I can leave.” You looked back at him on the bed and walked back to a sulking Jiyong. You leaned forward and crawled on the bed to him until your faces were only inches apart. “Is that okay?” He looked at you and licked his lips. He nodded his head slowly and quickly grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you passionately. You laughed into the kiss, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip to go to work. You pushed him gently away. “I’ll see you later, Oppa.” You got off the bed and quickly walked out the door.

“Good morning, ma’am!” said one of the housekeepers who was walking your way. Jiyong’s room obviously being next for her to clean. She hesitated seeing the body guards on each side of the door. 

“Oh, actually they don’t need service.” you whispered. She nodded her head and went on to the next room. You let out a sigh and greeted the body guards before walking down the hall. 

“Unnie!” You saw Eunbi walking quickly towards you with a strange look on her face. 

“Good morning, Eunbi-ah.” you said with a smile. 

“Unnie, why were you coming out of G-Dragon’s room??”

“What?” you asked, surprised.

“You just came out of his room, right?? Why?” Eunbi was the type of person to never oversee anything. She always followed her hunches. You knew you couldn’t lie to her about this anymore. And honestly, you were tired of lying to her about it. You sighed, defeated, and brought Eunbi to your office, explaining everything. “So…you and G-Dragon…? He’s your boyfriend?”

“He was my boyfriend.” you clarified. “He’s not anymore.”

“…..but you just came out of his room. You stayed there all night.”

“I got drunk, Eunbi-ah. That’s all.”

“Unnie… that’s all that happened? Nothing else happened?” she asked unconvinced. You rolled your eyes and ignored her. 

“It’s time for the meeting, let’s go.” You opened the door and you both walked out. 

The meeting was over and your found yourself stalling to go back up to Jiyong’s room, wondering how you were going to tell him last night might have been a mistake. Eunbi kept giving you little knowing looks all morning long and you joking wondered if telling her was a mistake. You carefully made your way up to Jiyong’s room, making sure none of your staff saw you. Once you had gotten there, you were met by his body guards. But before you could try to explain yourself, they stepped aside and let you across the door. You knocked and waited for a minute before having the door open barely an inch until he saw you. He yanked you in, at the risk of having someone else see you.

“Ow! Jiyong–” You were interrupted by his lips crashing into yours. You pulled yourself away and lowered your head. “I came here to talk to you.” He instantly looked worried. He recognized the tone in your voice. He only heard it a few times but knew it enough to be scared of whatever followed. “Last night was nice. It was nice to pretend. Even if it was only for one night.”

“I wasn’t pretending, Y/N..” he said sternly. 

“I missed you a lot. So I just wanted to act like everything was the same.”

“Y/N, you just kissed me this morning. You can’t just expect me to act like it was just pretend.” He started to raise his voice and you didn’t like it.

“And you can’t expect me to forget everything that happened.” He looked down, avoiding your glare. “During the two years we were together, you never lied to me. So I do believe you when you say that there was a reason.” He looked up, hopeful. “But until I know that reason, I’m sorry, but I can’t just forget it… Three years is a long time, Jiyong. Whether it’s your fault of not, I have no choice but to blame you.” You wanted to forgive him but you couldn’t. He stepped forward and grabbed your hands, lowering himself to meet your eye level.

“Just stay with me? Please? Just keep trusting me as much as you do now.” You expected him to have tears in his eyes like he normally would in this kind of situation but instead, he looked determined. You nodded your head in understanding and gently pulled your hands out of his. You couldn’t go back to how things were. Not yet. He couldn’t tell you the reason why yet, but he could try to push you to figure it out on your own. “I have to go to work for a little while today. Do you wanna come with me?” Seoul was about 2 hours from where you were and you really didn’t feel like sitting in a car for that long. You shook your head, refusing to go. 

“No. Why would I go? To have everyone ask me questions? No.” You were sure if you went, people would ask questions about whether or not you and Jiyong were back together.

“We’ll go in through the back, Straight to my studio. If we run into someone, I’ll do all the talking. I promise.” He seemed eager to take you and you had no idea why. You shrugged your shoulders, not caring anymore. You had already taken the rest of the day off anyways so your figured, why not?

The car ride up there was very relaxed and you both talked like you normally did. It almost made you not want the car ride to end. But once you pulled up to the familiar YG building, your hands started to clam up. You prayed you wouldn’t run into anyone. As you walked inside and waited for the elevator to come down, Jiyong looked at you. He wanted to kiss you just like he used to. This building held a lot of memories for the two of you. This is where you both would usually meet up if it wasn’t at your apartment. Since you didn’t want to tell your family and friends that you were dating a celebrity, Jiyong had no choice but to bring you to his studio so often. 

Suddenly, the elevator dinged and the doors opened and standing in front of you was Yang Hyunsuk. Your heart dropped. While you were panicking, you looked over at Jiyong. But he had a strange look on his face. One you hadn’t seen before. It kind of looked…angry? The most you’d ever seen was Jiyong very frustrated, but never angry. You looked back at Yang Hyunsuk and realized he wasn’t even looking at you. He was glaring at Jiyong. Jiyong grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind him while Yang Hyunsuk walked past the two of you and out the door to the garage. Jiyong then let go of your wrist and walked into the elevator. You hurried in with him and cleared your throat, trying to ease the tension that was clearly present.

“Jiyong–”

*ding*

The doors opened and Jiyong quickly got off, not waiting for you. You followed behind him with a safe distance in between you two. When he got to his studio before you, he left the door open, knowing you were behind him. You closed the door behind you and sat in your familiar spot on the couch along the wall. Jiyong sat in his desk chair and immediately started working on the computer. You sat back comfortably, and let Jiyong release his anger with his music. You closed your eyes and laid your head back, listening to the short clips of music that you were so used to. You actually missed it. Jiyong would usually play the same piece of music over and over again, changing something in that clip each time, playing with the music.

While Jiyong listened carefully to the music, he turned around and saw how relaxed you were. He missed you so much. You, being here in his studio like old times, made him doubt that this was actually happening. Doubt that you were actually here with him. He grinned and went back to his music, forgetting about his anger.

“Okay. I’m done.” Jiyong said as he turned around in his chair towards you. You looked at the clock on the wall and didn’t even realize an hour had gone by. He got up and sat beside you on the sofa. “Did you recognize what I was playing?”

“Yes, actually. I didn’t want to interrupt. I remember you working on that when we were together. Towards the end, I think.” You looked over and he was nodding. It was strange that he was bringing up his music. Usually, you had to be the one to bring it up. Otherwise, he never talked about it.

“Yeah. I’ve been working on it for a long time. It’s pretty much done.”

“Oh really? That’s good! I bet Yang Hyunsuk is happy!” you said, smiling. But as soon as you mentioned his name, Jiyong was no longer in a good mood. You could see his jaw flex and his hand form a fist.

“He doesn’t know it’s almost finished.” he gritted through his teeth.

“Oh.. Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy.” You tried to make the mood change back to how it was by laughing and playfully pushing him but Jiyong wasn’t having it. 

“I have to make sure some things are sorted out first. Then he can have the song.” He stared at you, urging you to understand. But you had no idea what he was talking about. So you just smiled at him and nodded, not knowing what he wanted you to say. He looked away from you, running his hand roughly through his hair. “Why would you understand that?” he muttered under his breath. “Let’s go.” He got up off the couch and waited for you to do the same.

“Where are we going?” you asked, still glued to the couch. He reached out his hand as his reply. You hesitantly grabbed it, blindly following him. You weren’t leaving yet because you hadn’t gone to the elevator. It looked like he was taking you to his other studio. You pulled back, not wanting to go there. You had very unpleasant memories there. One in particular. “Stop. I don’t wanna go in there.”

“Why not?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“You know why. Don’t make me. Please..” You could feel your eyes moisten and felt ashamed. He had no compassion and kept dragging you forward. “Jiyong, please!” You pleaded with him but he wasn’t listening. He pulled you into the closet-sized studio and closed the door behind you.  Still holding your hand, he brought his other one up to your face and brushed away the single tear that had escaped your eye. You knew he wasn’t doing this to be mean, but he knew how painful this place was for you. Why was he so insistent on bringing you in here?

“You need to grieve, Y/N. I know you haven’t.” he gently whispered. It still affected him. Everyday. But he knew you shut out every thought of her. He knew it was more painful for you. You carried her for four months. 

“Yes, I have. It’s been three years..” You clinged onto him as your sobs got louder. “I don’t want to do this, Oppa.. why are you making me remember..” He pulled you into him, tightly holding you in his arms. You never thought about her. You couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Oppa. I’m sorry.” He gritted his teeth together. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” He hated the fact that you blamed yourself. You didn’t know the truth. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he couldn’t yet.

—flashback—

“Oppa, stop. We can’t do it here~” you whined, not hating his lips all over you. 

“It’s fine. It’s my studio, no one comes in here.” he said in between kissing you. 

“Yeah, cause it’s so small. Jiyong~” You hated coming to this studio because it was so small. Two people could barely fit in here. His hands started wandering down your back and stopped when he reached your ass. You moaned into the kiss, giving into him, and you could feel him smiling. He spun you around and sat on the only love seat in the room and pulled you to get on top of him, never breaking the kiss. You straddled him and tugged on his hair, wanting more. You reached down to unbutton his jeans while he slowly started rubbing your mound through your shorts. 

“Being pregnant makes you so horny. It’s hot.” he said while smirking and biting his lip. You lightly pushed his shoulder in embarrassment, while pretending to get up. He pulled you back down by your hips and pecked your cheek. “I’m sorry but it’s true.” he whispered. Then suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You groaned and held your stomach. “What’s wrong??” he asked, panicking. 

“Jiyong–” You were cut off by the returning pain and curled up more in Jiyong’s lap, laying your head on his shoulder. “Jiyong. The baby.” He picked you up bridal style and rushed out the door, yelling for someone to help. You were fading in and out of consciousness due to the pain. Being in a secluded part of the building made it hard for Jiyong to find someone to help. You didn’t know when he left you on the floor, but when he came back, you looked at him. His hands were covered in blood and his face was drenched in tears. He must have called 911 because, suddenly, you were lying down on the back of an ambulance with Jiyong looking down at you.

“Y/N. It’s okay.” He sounded so scared. 

“Oppa” you softly said before blacking out. You woke up in the hospital in a daze with a sleeping Jiyong holding your hand. “Jiyong.” You spoke hoarsely. He didn’t wake up so you gave his hand a light squeezing. He slowly opened his eyes and realized you were up. 

“Hey.” He had a faint grin on his face while he looked at you. His eyes were so swollen and that’s when you remembered why you were there in the first place. He saw the panic suddenly spread across your face and he leaned into you, pressing his forehead against yours while cupping your face in his hands. “She didn’t make it.” He whispered with a trembling voice. Tears immediately started rolling down your face. Jiyong was trying to be strong but a few tears managed to slip out. 

“Why? What happened?” you sobbed, barely audible. He shook his head slowly on your forehead. 

“I don’t know. They’re still trying to figure it out. They think..it might be some kind of medicine you took…” You couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I–Did I–Did I do this?” He wasn’t sure he even understood himself. You just kept crying while he held you.

——–

After you had finally stopped crying, you pulled away from Jiyong. But fortunately for him, not very far because of the small studio. He reached out to grab your hand, still wanting to touch you. You didn’t refuse him and allowed him to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Does she have something to do with you leaving?” you curtly asked. He didn’t say anything, knowing he could ruin everything he’s done if he told you. 

“Just trust me a little longer.” he whispered.

“For how long? How long am I supposed to wait?”

“Not long. I’m almost done.” He gave you no explanation, not that you expected him to but your patience was wearing thin and you were too worn out from crying to put up a fight.

“I love you, Jiyong.” You don’t know what came over you but you suddenly needed him to know. He looked at you confused at your sudden confession.

“…I know, Y/N. I know you do.” He took a step towards you and dipped his head to meet your lips. He was gentle at first, but as you brought your hands up to his face, he deepened the kiss. But he had to stop, before he couldn’t control himself any longer. He reached the hem of your shirt and slightly lifted it up, tracing circles on your skin with his thumb.  “I love you so much, Y/N.”