About story: A secret relationship with Jiyong was never meant to be easy, but you never expected it to turn dangerous. When sasaeng fans uncover the truth, fear creeps into every corner of your life. Threats, surveillance, and silence slowly tear you apart, and in trying to protect Jiyong from the truth, you end up carrying everything alone. Seunghyun becomes the only person who sees how bad things really are and that closeness doesn’t go unnoticed.
Misunderstandings spiral, trust fractures and Jiyong starts to believe the worst: that the person he loves is betraying him with the one man he trusts the most...
What follows is jealousy turned cruel, distance disguised as control, and love tested in the most painful way possible until the truth finally comes out.
Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader
Content Warning: Explicit sexual content (including rough sex), emotional angst, jealousy, miscommunication, sasaeng behavior and harassment, emotional distress, fear and paranoia, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reconciliation themes. Adults only. Minors DNI.
Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05 | Epilogue
Warnings: Established relationship, marriage au, discussion of pregnancy, sexual content.
Words count: 1,2
Summary: You and your husband want to have a baby
Author’s note: English is not my first language. So I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it.
After Jiyong's comeback, he decided to leave the media for a long period. During this time, you have already gone on vacation to Jeju Island. And one hot evening, you were walking along the beach after dinner.
"Baby, do you remember Do Hyun's daughter?" Jiyong suddenly asked, breaking the calm silence.
"Are you talking about Seo Yeon? Of course, she's so sweet. Why do you ask?" - looking at your husband, you immediately remembered the daughter of your mutual friends, colleagues of Jiyong.
"Yes, she's really very sweet, she looks so much like you, I notice it all the time … You know, I've been thinking about it more and more lately," your man replied thoughtfully.
"That I look like little Seo Yeon?" you asked, laughing.
"No, I mean about the kids. About the possibility of having a little copy of you, the same beautiful little angel that we will take care of."- the smile did not leave his face. Your heart has melted at your husband's words. Of course, you've already talked a lot about children, but only as plans for the future. You two had very busy jobs and you were often on the move, but now you had a break and the two of you decided to isolate yourself from all the hype for an indefinite time so that Jiyong's words sounded like a suggestion.
"Or a little copy of you if it's a boy…Or it could be twins, you and me, but small," with a wide smile, you continued to reason.
"THE TWINS? Baby, it's fantastic, I'm going to be the happiest dad." Every word gave you goosebumps, and you were the happiest at that moment.
"Honestly, I mean, we could have started trying. We don't have a job right now and won't be in the near future, we're left to ourselves."
"Trying? I always thought it was an unspoken synonym for people fucking a lot," you said with a laugh.
"Oh my God. You're actually right," Jiyong replied, giggling.
"Well, you know, I like this prospect."
"Don't talk like we don't have sex several times a day."
"Jiyong, remember when you had a comeback, we barely had ten minutes in the morning before you left for filming."
"Hey, and when you were on the move, we only had face time at all," Jiyong continued defensively.
"We're really arguing about this," you laughed.
"There's no time to waste, princess." With these words, Jiyong squeezed his hand on your waist and you walked towards your villa.
It's been two weeks since your conversation and since you've been diligently trying to make a baby. It was crazy, you didn't have any problems with your sex life before, but now you could have sex several times in the morning, then again in the shower, and always before going to bed. Despite your husband's frenzied enthusiasm, you felt better than ever, the most beautiful, the most desirable, and the happiest.
You have already arrived from Jeju and were going to visit your friends Young-bae and Hyo-rin. today. You were making up in front of the mirror while your husband came up from behind and put his hands under your blouse, wrapping them around your waist and slowly leaving kisses on your neck.
"Baby, if you're ready, then you'd better just wait for me and not distract me, so I'll get ready even longer." To which you received only a satisfied mumble, the man didn’t listen to you at all, but on the contrary continued to pull his hands to your chest and gently squeeze it.
"Ji... we've already done this three times, and it's not even evening yet. And the guys are expecting us by six," you said almost pleadingly.
"Princess, we'll do it quickly." That's the only person you couldn't refuse.
Of course you're late.
At about 7 p.m., you arrived at your friends' house, making excuses for the frantic traffic jams. You had a wonderful dinner, you sat discussing everything from work to vacation. Baby Dong has been sitting on your lap all this time. You and Jiyong were crazy about that kid, just like he was crazy about you. Whenever you were visiting Young-bae and Hyo-rin, you couldn't tear yourself away from this baby.
"Kitten, what is it?" - you felt that the boy started twisting and fidgeting.
"Jiyong." - the boy started pointing at your husband.
"Do you want uppy?» - with emotion on his face, Jiyong took the baby in his arms. "Do you want to play? Let's go to your toys."- with these words, the men went to the children's room. You and Hyo-rin are left alone.
"Sometimes it seems that you come to us only because of the child," the girl remarked with a smile.
"Yes, it is," you said sarcastically.
"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" You unconsciously tensed up from such a question.
"Of course."
"Are you pregnant?"
"Haha, no. Why?" - you let out a nervous laugh, how could she know that you were diligently trying to make a baby.
"It's just that something has changed in you and in Jiyong, too, I know it sounds strange, I just assumed that you could be in a position." Her words sent warmth through your body.
"You're going to be great parents."
"Thank you, Hyo-rin.". There was silence after that. There was no discomfort or awkwardness, on the contrary, it was the most comfortable silence.
Towards nightfall, you realized that you had stayed up too late and it was time to return home. All the way home, you discussed your cozy evening.
"Y/N, when we were playing with Baby Dong, it was as if I realized that this was exactly what I had been working for all my life. I'm so looking forward to our future baby," your husband said, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Oh Jiyongie, you will be the most wonderful father." - your hand gently touched his cheek.
Later that night, your husband was already lying in bed and waiting for you from the shower. For some reason, you have an irresistible desire to do the test, despite the fact that you did it yesterday. The minutes seemed to drag on forever.
"Baby, are you coming soon? You've been there for an hour." - your husband's indignation could be heard even in the bathtub. And before he could finish the last sentence, you were flying out of the tub holding a test in your hands.
"Baby!"
"What? What is it?" - he was puzzled by your enthusiastic cry. It was already clear from your face, from your voice, and even from the test in your hands, but Jiyong can't quite believe it.
"Baby, I'm pregnant." - tears of happiness appeared in the corners of your eyes.
"Y/N, baby, I love you, I love you so much." You couldn't believe your luck.
The two of you were almost asleep, but something was bothering you: "You know, when you left, Hyo-rin asked if I was pregnant?"
"Seriously?"
"Yes, that's what prompted me to take the test, it's so strange. She also said that we would be great parents."
"Well, if she wasn't wrong with the first one, then the second one is also true."
And tonight, falling asleep in the arms of your beloved man, carrying your baby under your heart, you felt like the happiest woman in the world.
Pairing: Ex!Jiyong x Reader
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: It's harder to pretend he doesn't miss you than he thought.
Word Count: 0.8k
Warnings: slighty mean Ji
Jiyong never understood why he turned up to these things. Hanging out with friends when you were among them wasn’t the same anymore. He knew he said he could do it, he could go back to being just friends, but it was a lie. His fingers ached to touch you, to hold your hands like you used to do. His lips tingled thinking of the many kisses you shared.
But now you were a crowd of people away and barely looked at him.
He hated it.
“Hey, we should all pile up on the ferris wheel!” Someone called out and the group immediately agreed. Assholes. Jiyong hoped like hell he’d get paired with anyone but you.
The line wasn’t too long, but somehow you’d drifted closer to him. Close enough to reach out and touch. He huffed and looked away. He wouldn’t give in now, not after a month of toughing it out and swallowing the pain. Another thirty minutes was nothing.
“Hey, Ji.”
His traitorous heart lurched at the sound of your voice and his head whipped around fast enough to make his neck hurt. Sure enough, there you were looking up at him with shy, unsure eyes. He said he’d never fall in love again yet there he was falling for you once more.
“Hey.” The word was stilted and rough around the edges.
You didn’t care. “Everyone’s pairing up. Do you have someone yet?”
He hated how the words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, as if you were asking if he’d moved on. A silly question given his history. He always took his time warming up to someone enough to hold them close the way he’d done with you. He had at least another year ahead of him and he didn’t even have someone new in mind.
He shook his head. “Nope.”
You nodded, more to yourself than in response to him, and pursed your lips. “Me either. We can buddy up then.”
“You assume I’d want to.” The second the words were out he cringed. He couldn’t help but be a little bitter, a little petty.
Your smile faltered. “We can’t go up alone.”
He wanted to argue, wanted to throw a tantrum and say mean things he didn’t mean just so you’d feel the same as he did. Yet, as always when it came to you, he couldn’t bring himself to keep up the act. And he was sure as rain that you knew how weak he was for you. The breakup had been a shitty attempt to get away from the vulnerability you brought out of him.
“Right.” He muttered. “Well, I’m not holding your hand if you get scared.”
He hated how everyone gave you both knowing eyes and sly smiles. This meant nothing. It was a simple ride that be just like your failed relationship—slow but over as soon as it started. He hated how the car was small and forced you sit close together. He needed much more than an arm’s length of space between you. Being so close to you made his skin tingle in ways he’d rather not feel. This was a stupid idea. Suddenly he couldn’t stay. still, fidgeting in his seat while pointedly looking away from you. There was no telling what dumb idea his body would get looking at you this close.
“Do you regret it at all?” Your voice cut through his unease, slamming him back down to earth with the tenderness in your voice. “Do you…do you ever miss me?”
What possessed him to look your way, he’ll never know. Yet still, his eyes found yours in the dimly lit car just as it reached the top of the ride. For the first time of the night, you looked hurt, wrecked and falling apart.
“What does it matter?” He ground the words out, determined to keep up the appearance of indifference. “The past is in the past.”
He hated the way tears lined your beautiful eyes but didn’t fall. The way your bottom lip trembled as if it was just that hard to keep it together. The way he wanted to pull you close and hold you and tell you it’d be okay—that you’d be okay, you just needed more time to get used to life without him. That he honestly still loved you more than words could express but the fear of being left wanting was stronger.
A fear you were living in that moment.
His body moved on its own, an arm curling around your shoulders and bringing your face to his chest. You shuddered with a quiet sob and he broke too, turning in his seat to hold you properly. As his eyes started to burn, he found himself whispering into your hair:
I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.
Disclaimer:
I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Kinky*
Questions:
Position
Libido
Turn On
Kink
Dirtiest Secret*
Full Name: Kwon Ji Yong
Stage Name: G-Dragon / GD
Group: BigBang
Masterpost: BigBang
Kwon Ji Yong
G-Dragon / GD (BigBang / Solo)
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Kinky*
Position - 6 of Pentacles
GD is not really into power play in a relationship. He’s likely to be extremely generous with his time, affection, energy, and gifts. He’s likely to be a very caring and giving partner, always willing to help and support the other one no matter what.
Libido - Ace of Swords
GD might be balancing at the edge when it comes to passion. For a long time, he’s perfectly able to control himself, be the most romantic and chivalrous gentleman ever walking the Earth. He’s pretty pragmatic about relationships but at the same time might like a certain sense of danger or controversy. He’s no ordinary man and he will always like to stand out which applies to his libido as well. He’s likely very knowledgeable when it comes to this side of life, with considerable experience and confidence rooting in it. There are not many demands his lover could come up with, that GD would find surprising or out of question.
Turn On - Ace of Cups
GD is likely to feel attracted to someone beautiful and kind. The beauty has to come from within, though. Just a pretty face is not doing the trick for GD anymore. The person he’s most likely to fall for is likely participating in charity work or is at least truly caring and nurturing by nature. They give a soft and smooth impression, calmness of the waters that run deep and they are likely to hold secrets which GD will love to explore.
Kink - 7 of Pentacles
While GD’s entire life is like one fantastic stage, he’s likely to have a thing for intimacy in a homely atmosphere. Watching a movie while cuddling, spooning, smooching and making out with his significant other is likely to lead to more heated moments and eventually to a passionate night in each other's arms.
Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands
Forget acrobatic poses and bathing in sweat. At this age it’s not the dirtiest secret, that’s once a year accomplishment followed by ibuprofen. GD’s dirtiest secret is more cute than dirty. He’s likely to truly enjoy little play fights with his lover including tickling, pecking, non-harmful hair pulling and biting. He enjoys being close with his significant other on a physical level but not in a sexual way. He’s likely to absolutely adore when his lover wears his clothes or uses his cosmetics or fragrance. It’s the kind of deep and loving companionship GD is looking for. One mind, heart and soul residing in two bodies.
Warnings: Mild cursing, Mentions of serial killers/death
Words: 6,291
Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜
“Why do you keep looking at the map?” Jiyong asked for probably the eighteenth time.
“Because,” you muttered through clenched teeth -- for probably the eighteenth time. “I don’t trust your navigation skills, and I think we’re lost!”
Actually, you’d thought he’d gotten lost about two hours ago. If only you’d had the courage to tell him back then -- the two of you would be back on the right track now!
...Oh, wait.
You had told him back then! He, being the insufferable, stubborn ass that he was, just hadn’t listened! And now you were still lost!
Though, not according to him.
“We are not lost,” he sighed, his annoyance very obvious as he spoke to you. “I know exactly where I’m going, so just calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” you retorted.
You quickly snapped your gaze back to the map because you knew Jiyong’s response to your words would be a frustratingly annoying roll of his eyes, and you weren’t sure what you would do if you saw him roll his eyes at you. Your patience was already hanging by a thread -- it could (and likely would) snap at any time.
But looking back at the map reminded you that... you had no idea where you were.
“I can’t even find where we are on the map!” you pointed out, your forehead wrinkled with both irritation and concern.
“I told you,” Jiyong sighed. “I know where we are. Just put the map down, you’re getting --”
“Don’t,” you interrupted harshly. “Even finish that sentence.”
To be honest, you were actually kind of afraid what you would’ve done if he had finished that sentence. Absolutely nothing good, of that you were certain.
Thankfully -- and somewhat surprisingly -- Jiyong took your advice, pressing his lips together and continuing on driving.
Also somewhat surprisingly, you took Jiyong’s advice and put the map down. It was very clear he didn’t know where he was going, but it was also very clear that he wasn’t going to admit it. He was just going to keep driving until... well, you had absolutely no idea. Until he fell asleep, probably. And then where would you be?
With an internal sigh, you leaned over and pressed your forehead against the cool glass of his car window, closing your eyes and trying to think of exactly what to say to your best friend when you finally saw her again.
You wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for her, after all. This was all her fault! ...Sort of. Right now, she was the easiest person to blame, so that’s what you were going to do. Blame her -- and her soon-to-be husband, of course.
Okay, here’s the backstory of how you’d gotten to this point: Your best friend had been dating Jiyong’s best friend since your university days. You had met Jiyong several times, obviously, but you’d never actually hung out, gotten to know each other, or become friends in any way, shape, or form. Not because you didn’t want to, just... because you didn’t. Jiyong had majored in music production, and you had majored in cognitive science with a focus on artificial intelligence.
So, basically, the two of you had lived in two completely different worlds.
But, now, quite a few years after graduating, your best friends were getting married.
Jiyong had been chosen as the Best Man for the groom, and you had been chosen as the Maid of Honor for the bride. But you hadn’t really had to interact or plan anything with each other... until now.
For some reason you really and truly couldn’t explain, the bride and groom had chosen to have a joint bachelor and bachelorette party up in some remote cabin in the mountains -- a perfect setting for a horror film, in your opinion.
But what’s even worse: they had asked you and Jiyong to go up ahead of time to get things ready.
Together.
In the same car.
For... bonding time.
So, that’s how you’d gotten here. In the car. With Jiyong. Lost. On some practically deserted, hardly paved, winding road with no cell phone service (hence the paper map you’d had to resort to).
“Oh, come on,” Jiyong chuckled. “We’re almost there, trust me.”
You weren’t even going to dignify that with a response -- mainly because you didn’t want to divulge your trust issues to someone you barely knew. But also because you just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of any sort of reply.
But when you just barely lifted your eyelids, you noticed that the sun was beginning to set.
Great.
If you had been in charge of this little road trip, the two of you would be at the cabin right now. But, no. You had been too nice and had let Jiyong drive, and now look where that had gotten you: in the middle of nowhere.
And you would never, ever, ever admit to him that the reason you’d been too nice and had let him drive was because you were actually kind of scared of him.
You didn’t even want to admit that to yourself.
But you worked with technology all day! Machines, you were used to. People... not so much.
And Jiyong was just... a lot. He was quiet on the outside but definitely not on the inside.
He was supremely confident and wildly intimidating, two traits you’d never quite gotten the hang of.
Although, he did occasionally sport some wild hair colors -- currently, his locks were a nice mix of bright orange and fiery red -- so he wasn’t always quiet on the outside.
But, anyway -- his supreme confidence wasn’t going to help you now because whether he knew it or not, you were, indeed, very, very lost. And it was going to be getting dark within the hour.
You then spotted a building way up ahead, sitting up straight and squinting to try and make out what it was.
“If you know where we are,” you began, not doing anything to hide the skepticism in your voice. “Then what is that?”
“That... is a building,” Jiyong answered.
“Oh, wow,” you scoffed. “Now I definitely believe that you know where we are. There’s no way you could’ve known that was a building without being familiar with this area.”
You took a risk and glanced over at him, but instead of seeing some smug, smarmy expression on his face... he was smiling. But not in a way that made you want to slap it right off his lips. His smile was... like... amused. And then you realized he was laughing.
“Well, I’m glad you think you’re funny because I certainly don’t,” you told him, your brow knit together so tightly that you were fairly certain you would have a headache soon.
Jiyong sputtered out a chuckle, returning your gaze briefly as he sported a pretty adorable grin on his face.
Oh, god. Why had you just thought his grin was adorable?
I mean... objectively, it was adorable. When he wasn’t smiling, he looked scary and threatening and like he was meticulously plotting your slow demise.
But when he smiled? It lit up his face and his eyes crinkled and you could see just a smidge more of his gums than your average smile and just -- he looked like a totally different person in a very good way.
But no matter how adorable his grin was and no matter how much his face was transformed by it, he was still an overly arrogant piece of --
“What?” he said with a somewhat taunting lilt to his voice. “It is a building.”
You simply replied with a scowl. Not only because you were not amused by his observation but also because he had interrupted your thoughts before you could properly, in your mind, call him an overly arrogant piece of --
“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Since you’re so concerned, I’ll stop at that building and make sure we’re going the right way. Because we are.”
“What if that building turns out to be abandoned? Or the house of a serial killer?” you asked, deciding to just give up on calling him silent names and turning away to look out the window.
Jiyong simply shrugged. “Then we keep going. Or we die.”
“Uh, excuse me,” you sputtered. “There is no we. You’re getting out of this car by your damn self.”
“But we’re supposed to be bonding,” he pointed out, and even though you were no longer looking at him, you could so very clearly hear the smirk in his tone.
“Dying together is not my idea of quality bonding time.”
A breathy chuckle escaped through Jiyong’s nose, and you looked back over at him with a very triumphant expression.
“See? You’re not the only one who can be funny,” you quipped.
“So, you admit what I said was funny,” he stated rather than asked.
“You thought it was funny.”
“And that’s really all that matters,” he nodded. “At least to me.”
At that, you merely raised your eyebrows and, yet again, shifted your gaze toward the car window.
There was semi-awkward silence between the two of you as Jiyong drove up to the building -- which turned out to be just a house, presumably. After parking off to the side of the road you’d been traveling, Jiyong turned off the car and leaned forward a bit in his seat to look at you.
“You sure you don’t wanna come with me?” he asked, his voice low as the engine cutting off had made it eerily silent.
“Oh, I’m sure,” you nodded. “You go right ahead.”
Jiyong took the keys out of the ignition then, jingling them a little before closing his fist around them. “Well, I’m taking these.”
“I wasn’t going to drive off without you!” you scoffed.
“Yeah, but now if I do get abducted by a serial killer, you have to come in and rescue me if you want to escape.”
...Okay, you had to admit. That was... kind of a genius plan.
Damn it.
“Just go,” you sighed with a weary shake of your head.
Jiyong murmured an ‘okay’ before unlocking the car door and hoisting himself out. You jumped slightly when he slammed it closed, but your eyes never left him as he loped up toward the house.
Your heart began to race as he approached the front door. You gulped anxiously when he lifted one hand and knocked. You clenched your fists in your lap when the door opened.
A short, middle-aged woman answered, and you almost immediately eased up a bit. She certainly didn’t fit the serial killer profile, and Jiyong was quite a few inches taller than her. He was skinny as a rail, but he could still probably take her if he had to.
You were too far away to make out any of the conversation between them, but the woman’s body language and expression both seemed very warm and welcoming. If you were a gambler, you would bet she was giving Jiyong directions to lead him to the right way.
Jiyong simply stood there nodding, though you knew without a doubt he was taking every and any opportunity to smooth-talk her.
Then, suddenly, Jiyong turned around and gestured to you, his lips curved into a smile. The woman waved at you, and you lifted one hand to awkwardly wave back.
If she was just giving him directions, why in the world would he bring you into it? There was no need for the woman to know about or wave at you... What, exactly, was he doing?
After another minute or two of conversation, the woman began to back into her house, one hand on the side of the front door as she got ready to close it. Jiyong, on the other hand, turned sideways a bit in preparation for turning around and heading back to the car. He quickly put his hands together palm-to-palm in front of his chest and bowed slightly to the woman, thanking her before turning on his heel and striding toward you.
Your eyes got wider as you watched him head, not for the driver’s side, but to the passenger’s side -- to your side. Why was he coming over here? And he had the keys, so you couldn’t roll the window down.
When he got to his car, he reached for your door handle and pulled it open. You instinctively leaned back a little, but then he leaned forward, ducking his head into the car and getting uncomfortably close to you.
“So, yeah,” he murmured. “We’re lost, and the closest way back is the way we came, but I don’t have enough gas to get us back there, and it’ll be too dark to drive soon.”
Before you could let out a victorious ha! and rub it in his face that you’d been right all along, Jiyong continued.
“This happens on occasion, so the woman who lives here has set up an extra room for people like us to stay in overnight.”
“Are you --”
“It’s our only choice,” he cut in, his voice sharp. “Either that or we sleep in the car.”
You honestly weren’t sure which one sounded less appealing: sleeping in a stranger’s house in the middle of nowhere or sleeping in Jiyong’s car in the middle of nowhere.
Well, at least in a house, there was food. And better protection from bears. Or mountain lions. Or whatever creatures lived around here.
So, you relented with a sigh and a shrug of your shoulders.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he muttered.
You moved to undo your seatbelt, but Jiyong stopped you with a soft clear of his throat.
“Oh, and... uh... but there is this... one... stipulation.”
You paused, furrowing your brow with confusion and tilting your head up to look at him. “...What?”
“So... here’s the thing.”
Oh, you did not like the sound of that.
“Just tell me,” you ground out.
“She only has one room, and I had to tell her we’re engaged otherwise I don’t think she would’ve let us stay here.”
...Your heart jumped into your throat. Your stomach fell down to your feet.
You stared at him, blinking.
And then you finally managed to get out, “You had to tell her what now?”
“She asked if I was alone, so I said I wasn’t and that’s when I turned around to show her you were waiting in the car, and then she asked if you were my wife, so obviously, I said you weren’t, but then she started to say something that sounded like she really doesn’t let just anyone in -- I mean, you can’t blame her because, like you said, there could be serial killers. So, I just blurted out that we’re engaged and will be married soon, and she said that was perfect and we can stay for the night.”
So... if you were hearing him correctly, the woman inside that house -- the only building around for miles, so it seems, and the only way you’ll be sleeping safely for the night -- was letting you and Jiyong stay here under the misconception that the two of you were... engaged? To be married?
You inhaled deeply, letting it out very slowly before politely and quietly asking Jiyong to let you get out of the car.
He stepped aside, and you methodically unbuckled your seatbelt. You swung your legs over the side of your seat, and you put your feet on the ground. You stood up, and you turned to face Jiyong.
And then you reached out and hit his upper arm.
“Are you crazy?!” you hissed, feeling your frown on every inch of your face.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, we haven’t even scratched the surface of ouch,” you warned him before hitting him again. “Why -- why would you tell her that we’re engaged?!”
When you geared up for another hit, Jiyong’s hand darted out to grab onto your wrist. “Didn’t you hear me?! I don’t think she was going to let us stay here if we weren’t! She must be one of those super old-fashioned ladies -- I mean, come on. We’re in the middle of nowhere. The last time she watched something current on TV was probably decades ago.”
“But still! Engaged?!” you cried, using every mental muscle in your body to not sound like a shrill witch.
“I’m sorry! It didn’t feel like I had a choice, and I panicked!”
“Yeah, you should be sorry! You’re the one who got us lost in the first place, and you wouldn’t have been in the situation to panic if you had just listened to me!”
Jiyong carefully let go of your wrist, though he still kept his hand up at the ready in case he needed to protect himself again. And then he plastered a very convincingly apologetic expression on his features.
“You... are right. You’re right. I did get us lost, and if I had listened to you, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I’m sincerely sorry, and I understand and accept that you have every right to be angry with me.”
Your jaw fell open with utter shock.
...All of those words had really come out of his mouth?
His mouth? Jiyong’s mouth?
“When we actually get to the cabin, I give you full permission to shit talk me as much as you need to, but tonight... I really need you to play along. Without this lady’s help, we’ll probably just get lost again, and we won’t get any gas or food, so we just --”
“Okay, fine,” you interrupted. “I just have one question.”
Jiyong’s eyebrows rushed up his forehead, and he waited for you to ask it.
You simply lifted up your left hand, your palm facing you, and wiggled your fingers. “Where’s my ring?”
“I, being so much in love to the point of distraction, bought a ring that was too big, so it’s at the jeweler’s getting resized.”
Your head jerked back with surprise. “Wha -- um... you thought of that really quickly.”
“What can I say?” Jiyong smirked, lifting his shoulders in smug satisfaction. “I’m quick on my feet. She said she’s putting dinner on the table right now, so just leave all the talking to me.”
Well. Humble, repentant Jiyong had been nice while he’d lasted.
God, this was so painful.
After lugging your overnight bags into the house, you and Jiyong had almost immediately sat down to dinner with Mrs. Elderberry, and she had almost immediately started asking about the two of you.
You had been incredibly curious to hear what Jiyong would come up with, but to your slight disappointment, he had basically told her the actual story of how you knew each other -- you had gone to university together and your best friends had dated each other. He had simply added on that you had fallen in love and were now getting ready to be married.
And, apparently, your first date had been to an old-fashioned drive-in movie theater. Mrs. Elderberry had thoroughly enjoyed that, and it was then you realized just how smart Jiyong was.
Not when it came to directions, of course, but when it came to people. He knew your hostess for the night was old-fashioned, so he’d thought of an old-fashioned first date to endear the two of you as a couple to her.
She had also believed his story about getting your ring resized, so you decided that leaving all the talking to Jiyong (he’d explained that you were frightfully shy) had actually been a good idea.
But still. It was painful. Listening to Jiyong wax poetic about how in love the two of you were was not a pleasant dinner soundtrack. Or one you’d ever thought you’d have to experience.
Ever.
Though... you had to admit... the way he described you to Mrs. Elderberry was scarily accurate. He knew your job, he knew you were shy and reserved unless it mattered (like when he had gotten you more lost than you’d ever been in your life -- you certainly hadn’t been willing to keep quiet about that), he knew you preferred video games over books even though you did still like books, and he knew you were a cat person. He even called you “smart as a whip.”
At the end of the meal, Jiyong volunteered the two of you for clean up duty, something which you heartily agreed to since Mrs. Elderberry had refused to take any money for the room.
Your hostess shuffled into her living room to “catch up on her stories” -- though when you heard the television come on, you definitely heard the theme song for a soap opera that was at least twenty years old... -- and you sidled up next to Jiyong at the sink to help with the dishes.
And since this whole situation was just absurd, you found your shyness had basically vanished completely. So, you came out and asked, “How do you know so much about me? Everything you told her was true, and it kind of freaked me out, to be honest.”
Jiyong lifted one shoulder into a half-shrug, letting out a breathless chuckle as he rinsed off a plate. “I’m just observant. I pick up on things easily, and I get to know people quickly.”
“That’s... impressive,” you admitted.
He murmured his thanks, and then the two of you continued on doing the dishes in companionable silence.
As soon as the kitchen was clean, Jiyong poked his head into the living room and let Mrs. Elderberry know the two of you had been in the car for so long today and were simply exhausted and were going to head up to bed.
...You froze right there at the sink.
How had you completely forgotten about that? The whole... sleeping situation. The fact that Mrs. Elderberry had a room -- one. One room. A single room.
And there were two of you.
And if she wouldn’t let an unmarried -- or unengaged -- couple spend the night here, you had to assume there was just one bed.
“Hey, you coming?” Jiyong murmured, interrupting your thoughts and making you jump a little bit.
“Hmm? Oh -- yeah. Yeah, I’m coming.”
He raised one eyebrow at you, obviously suspicious of your awkward stammering. “Are... you okay?”
You just nodded quickly but, apparently, it was enough for Jiyong because he headed over to your bags and picked both of them up to carry upstairs.
“Up the stairs, first door on your left!” Mrs. Elderberry called out as you began to ascend the staircase following Jiyong.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Elderberry,” Jiyong called out in response. “We truly appreciate this.”
“Yeah, unless she kills us in our sleep,” you muttered.
“Good night!” Jiyong cried, but you knew he’d heard you. And, sure enough, once he reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he turned to you with a reprimanding expression. “You really think she could kill us?”
“Did you watch and make sure she was eating from the same serving plates as us? Our dinner could have been poisoned.”
You knew it wasn’t likely -- in the least -- but still! You never know!
“Okay, if anyone is going to kill you, it’s going to be one of those robots you work with,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“That is absolutely not true. And I don’t work with robots! I just help design smart AI --”
Jiyong opened his mouth to interject, but you finished your sentence before he had the chance.
“For tech support chats. You know when you’re on shopping websites and that little thing pops up asking if you need help?”
“...That’s you?”
“That’s me,” you grinned. “Well. Kind of. I help design it. And make it smarter.”
“Ah... so... you’re not helping build an army of robots who are going to eventually take over the world?”
You shook your head. “No. Not yet. But probably someday.”
Jiyong snorted with amusement before turning and heading to the first door on the left, standing aside to allow you to open it since he was carrying both of your overnight bags.
Even though you knew there would only be one bed, you had still held out some hope that maybe -- just maybe -- there would be two smaller ones instead of one bigger one. If Mrs. Elderberry was truly old-fashioned, she would’ve set up her guest room like the mom and dad’s bedrooms on those black and white television shows -- the kind where they slept in separate beds even though they were married.
But, alas. When you opened the door... there it was.
The one bed.
“I can sleep on the floor,” you said hastily, not even waiting a second after closing the door behind you.
You were expecting Jiyong to let you, but surprisingly, he replied with, “No, that’s okay. I got it. I’m the one who got us into this, so it’s only fair.”
Would you ever get used to Jiyong admitting he had been wrong? For as long as you’d known him, you’d never witnessed him do that -- and now, he had done it twice. In the same night.
“Are you sure? You could probably use a comfortable mattress. You must be exhausted from accepting so much guilt tonight.”
“Hey, now,” Jiyong chuckled. “When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong.”
“Uh, only after you’ve found unavoidable proof that you are,” you pointed out. “Do you remember how many times I said we were lost?”
“Yeah, well --”
“You just don’t trust me,” you said, half-teasing but half-serious. He had every right not to trust you, though -- you’d known each other for a long time but not well enough to have developed any sort of trust.
Plus, you still had the aforementioned trust issues, but we won’t get into that.
“I thought I knew where I was going!”
“So, you just wouldn’t even listen to me,” you tsked. And then you let out a soft gasp. “You wouldn’t listen to me because I’m a girl, and girls are bad with directions!”
Jiyong had been rifling around in his bag to find his toothbrush, but your words made him spring up and look at you aghast.
“That’s not true!”
“Oh, really?” you smirked. “You just honestly thought you were 100% right and there was no way you could be wrong?”
And then something happened you truly never expected: Jiyong looked... embarrassed. And shy.
“No...” he said slowly, drawing the word out in a very unconfident manner.
What was going on? You’d only ever seen Jiyong in a state of complete self-assurance, so this was kind of throwing you off-balance.
“I just...” he continued, lifting one shoulder into a half-shrug. “I didn’t want to look stupid in front of you.”
You almost choked on the air you were breathing.
Jiyong? Didn’t want to look stupid? In front of you?
“Wh --”
“You’re, like, crazy smart,” he interrupted. “And I guess... I just wanted to prove that...”
But he trailed off and didn’t finish his sentence, leaving you just as dismayed.
“But... I mean, you kind of are a genius,” you pointed out after a few awkward moments.
“Yeah, when it comes to music.”
Ah. There was the confidence. But, according to your best friend, he really was a bomb music producer. So, his confidence wasn’t unfounded in this particular instance.
“Well, I certainly couldn’t create or produce or even sing a song if my life depended on it. That’s something I can’t figure out with an algorithm.”
“True,” Jiyong replied softly with a little chuckle. And then he waved his toothbrush at you and said, “Well, I’m gonna get ready for bed, I guess.”
You shot him a swift grin before he headed to the small en suite bathroom, and when you heard the door close behind him, you dashed to your own bag so you could change into your pajamas before he came back out.
You had no idea what time it was, and at this point, you were too afraid to look. You only knew you’d been lying in bed -- in Mrs. Elderberry’s guest bed in Mrs. Elderberry’s house in the middle of nowhere -- for a very long time, and you hadn’t been able to manage one wink of sleep.
And... by the sounds of it. Jiyong hadn’t been able to, either. He had been fairly quiet and still so far, but just a few moments ago, you heard the telltale signs of tossing and turning.
Since you were awake... and since you now knew he was awake... you would feel kind of awkward if you didn’t say anything.
“Jiyong,” you whispered hesitantly into the darkness of the room.
“Hmm?”
“Okay, just making sure you were actually awake.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Can’t sleep. You?”
“Nope.”
He moved around again, and this time, you saw his silhouette move into a sitting position and turn to fluff the pillow you’d given him.
“You can’t sleep because... you’re too uncomfortable?” you guessed. Your heart began to beat just a bit quicker because you knew what you were going to follow-up with if he said ‘yes.’
“...I mean, yeah. It’s the floor.”
And here we go.
“Just come up here. The bed is big enough.”
Unsurprisingly, Jiyong didn’t answer right away. He waited a couple of moments before replying with a very wary, “...Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure right now, but if you wait too long, I’ll probably change my mind.”
You immediately heard some rustling, and not even ten seconds later, the side of the bed next to you dipped down.
“I don’t know if it’ll help much,” you whispered, keeping your eyes glued on the ceiling. “Because I’m still awake, but it’s gotta be better than the floor.”
Jiyong let out a satisfied sigh, and for some reason, the sound of it made a tiny smile appear at the corners of your lips.
“Much better,” he murmured. “Thanks.”
You simply hummed in response, and then the room went quiet again.
That is, until you found yourself asking something which had been on your mind for... well, however long ago it was that he’d said this.
“Why did you not want to look stupid in front of me?” you asked with an almost undetectable waver in your voice -- almost. It was definitely there because you were definitely nervous, both to have him lying right beside you and to hear his answer.
“You just couldn’t let it go, huh?” Jiyong chuckled. You could tell he turned over, and when he spoke next, his voice was more clear -- he had turned over to face you. “I didn’t want to look stupid in front of you because I think you’re cool.”
A laugh burst from your chest, and you immediately brought a hand up to cover your mouth, not wanting to wake your gracious hostess. “I’m sorry, what?” you choked out. “Me? Cool? I am not cool.”
“You are to me.”
“But... I’m a technology, video game nerd. It’s a well-known fact that you are the cool one.” You glanced over at him, but only briefly. Your heart was racing enough as it was; looking at him would only make it worse.
“You’re authentic,” he replied. “You’re genuine. You don’t care what other people think. You’re 100% totally yourself, and to me... that’s cool.”
Your forehead had started wrinkling as he’d started answering you, and the wrinkles had only gotten deeper as he’d kept talking.
“I... I had... no idea you thought that,” you said with a breathless laugh of disbelief. “Why didn’t you ever tell me before?”
“Because I just started thinking you were cool earlier today,” he answered without missing a beat.
“Shut up,” you chuckled, reaching out absently with your hand and swatting his shoulder -- or, at least, you thought it was his shoulder. You still weren’t facing or looking at him.
“No, in all seriousness... I just... didn’t think you’d care.”
And you could definitely understand why he would’ve thought that. Because you’d thought the same thing.
You finally turned your head to the side, meeting his gaze through the darkness. “I thought the same thing about you. I thought you were way too cool for me, and there was no way you’d ever want to be friends with a geek like me.”
“So, we both were idiots then, huh? Me more than you, of course.”
Your brow knit together in confusion. “Why’s that?”
“Because I’m a guy.”
“Oh,” you chuckled, your lips curving into a smile. “Well, yeah. I can agree with that.”
“So... are we friends now?” he asked -- and you could’ve sworn you heard a hopeful lilt in his tone.
“Yeah, I guess. And from one friend to another? A good leader isn’t the one who has all the right answers. A good leader is the one who recognizes the right answer when he hears it.”
“Wow, okay, how many times do I have to admit that you were right about being lost?”
“As many times as it takes me to forget.”
“So... for the rest of my life, then.”
...Why did the thought of knowing Jiyong for the rest of his life make your heart flutter? Just this afternoon, this thought would have almost disgusted you -- it definitely would’ve made you uncomfortable.
But now you were realizing -- pretty quickly -- that he wasn’t exactly who you thought he was. He was certainly still arrogant and stubborn, but he was also generous (letting you have the bed), determined (willing to do whatever it took to let Mrs. Elderberry give you her guest room), and... actually pretty sweet.
“Okay, my turn -- from one friend to another.”
His words interrupted your thoughts, but you were kind of glad about that. You didn’t really need to be thinking about how sweet Jiyong was when he was lying right next to you in bed.
“Go for it,” you murmured.
“...Would it be super weird if we cuddled?”
“Wha --!” you choked.
“I need something to cuddle when I sleep! That’s why I couldn’t sleep on the floor! And unless you want to give me your pillow...”
You immediately lifted your head, grabbed your pillow out from under you, and threw it over at him. There was no way you were going to cuddle with him. That was a very bad idea.
...Mainly because you were worried it wasn’t a bad idea at all.
One Year Later
You knew Jiyong was tired when he fell asleep before you.
That man could labor away in his studio basically all night, so when he was already in bed when you got home from work?
Granted, you had been clocking some late hours at work the past few days. Your team had been busy with a new project, and you’d even had to bring your work laptop home with you tonight to finish things up.
But, still. When you’d popped your head into your shared bedroom and seen with your own eyes that Jiyong was fast asleep, you knew he had been working himself too hard for too long.
...Which didn’t stop you from bringing your laptop with you to bed and getting your own work done, though. You had a deadline to meet!
You tried to get into bed as stealthily as possible, not wanting to wake your boyfriend up from his much-needed rest, but as soon as you opened up your laptop, Jiyong managed to throw the pillow he’d been cuddling over his shoulder and onto the floor. He scooted closer to you and snaked his arm around your waist, his leg over yours, resting his head on your arm as you sat up next to him.
“Ji, I have some more work to do,” you chuckled, trying to shrug him off -- to no avail.
“You can still work,” he muttered, his words slurred with sleep. “I need cuddle.”
“No, you need sleep.”
“Mm mm. Cuddle. You.” He nuzzled your arm, pressing his cheek into the crook of your elbow before turning his head and brushing his lips gently over your skin. “I tried to wait up for you.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you frowned. “We’re almost done with this project.”
“Almost?”
You hummed positively, glancing down at him with a soft, adoring grin.
“And when you’re done --”
“We’ll celebrate, for sure.”
“By getting married?”
Your head jerked back with surprise, and even though his eyes were closed, you stared down at him. “...Excuse me? Since when are we getting married?” Because this was the first you’d heard of it!
“Mrs. Elderberry,” you laughed. “Oh, I’d almost forgotten about her.”
“How could you forget? That’s where we got engaged,” he sighed.
“Oh, it is? So, we’ve been engaged this whole time?”
Jiyong nodded, his hair scratching your skin slightly and causing shivers down your spine.
“Then I just have one question,” you said with a smirk.
“Hmm?”
You pulled your left arm out from his embrace, sticking your hand palm-down in front of his face and wiggling your fingers. “Where’s my ring?”
You were expecting him to reply that it was getting resized -- the excuse you’d given Mrs. Elderberry as to why your ring finger was... well, ringless.
But, to your complete and utter shock, Jiyong dug one hand underneath your pillow, emerging with the most beautiful, the most sparkly, the most perfect ring you’d ever seen in your entire life.
Hey y’all, so I have been in such a writers block the past few months and I am trying to slowly dig my way out of it. Writing for nyongtory is one of my favorite things to do. So of course I need to work my way back to that so I can get back to Bitter Sweet Destiny. I did NOT abandon that story, I will get back to it! But for now please enjoy this little story. I will make this into three parts but here is the first part. I want to see if y’all are feeling this or not. I’m still rusty with my writing so please just bare with me. Also if you haven’t noticed I am OT5, BigBang will always be 5 in my eyes. I am also still a supporter of Seungri, until they can prove with actual evidence that he is guilty I will stand with him. With all that said please do enjoy and as always love, comment and share.
With everything that has happened he thought they would still be there for him. What is he supposed to do other then move on when the “Family” he had is no longer there. Enough is enough. It is time for him to be happy.
Theme: Angst
Word: 3073
The dark cold silence was something Seungri was slowly getting use to. Gone were the days of playing around with friends and laughing with his so called brothers and the love of his life. The year leading up to his enlistment was what he thought was his darkest time…he was so wrong. Going into his enlistment after being cleared of the horrendous allegations he thought things would change. That the media would spread the word that he was innocent. They never did. The people who thought he was guilty before still though of him as guilty. They justified their thoughts by saying he paid off the courts and the police to proven his innocence. Seungri couldn’t believe how blind and stubborn people were. The amount of money needed to do such a thing was more money then he would ever have.
Leaving the military he thought his brothers would be there to greet him but they were absent. He understood why they couldn’t send him off because of their schedules and because he was still seen as a negative aspect in societies eye, so it was only natural that they wouldn’t want to be seeing public associating with him. Yet now that time had passed he couldn’t understand why they weren’t there for him. Their schedules were clear and there should have been nothing to stand in their way. After all even with the reports hunting his every move down he still made the time to see each of them after they returned home.
It hurt to not see his three so called brothers, but that hurt didn’t compare to what he was feeling to not even get a welcome home text message from Jiyong. That pain was by far the worst, it was as if someone had stabbed him directly in the heart. But he just assumed Jiyong was busy with something, after all he was the all mighty G-Dragon. The pain only got worse as the time went by without a single message from Jiyong.
The only solace Seungri had found in those days were from his family. They were there to welcome him home with open arms. Glory…the one true friend was there as well. Glory and a very few friends were there to take him out for his first drink and dinner. Glory had organized a small gathering in a private setting for the celebration.
Glory was really the only one who openly supported him this whole time out of his inner circle. Glory was also the only one Seungri allowed to see how hurt he was. He was the one to sit up with him at night as he cried his pain into a glass of wine. Glory allowed him the chance to openly let his emotions show with no judgement.
For months Glory sat by and waited for the members of BigBang to come back to Seungri. For them to make the smallest movement that would give him hope that things would be fixed. Yet it never came. He watched those so called brothers and lover go on with their life without a single concern for Seungri. He was never mentioned on a single SNS post or in any interview. It was as if they had deleted him from their life.
It was when Seungri started mentioning how he didn’t want to be there anymore and how he was tired of feeling the way he was. Glory knew that he needed to change something before Seungri would do something that could not be undone.
For the following two months Glory did research on the process of immigrating and opening a business. He knew that South Korea was toxic for Seungri and it was time to see him happy again. Glory had been wanting to leave South Korea to start fresh in a new setting, he just couldn’t see him leaving Seungri alone with everything going on. So this was the best option and chance for both of them to be happy, he couldn’t let it pass them by.
With Seungri sitting at the dinning room table Glory placed a plate of food in front him before he sat down across from him. Glory watched Seungri as he moved the food around the plate without putting much in his mouth, something that he was doing more and more these days. He was losing weight again and the dark panda circles were becoming more prominent.
“Hyung I have an idea and I need your help.”
“What did you need? You’re not in trouble are you?” Seungri asked as he set down his utensils.
“No, I’m not in any trouble. Hear me out ok. I think this would be great for both of us.”
“Ok, I’m listening.”
Glory got up and walked to his bag on the floor to retrieve a folder. Returning to the table he handed Seungri a pack of paper before returning to his spot and pulling out his own packet.
“Hyung lets move. I want us to move to LA. We can open up a dance studio and we can expand NHR and work with other Korean DJs in the states. If you look over these pages I have highlighted the price it would cost to start everything. It wouldn’t take much to move there and get the proper legal documents needed for the business. Then if you move to the next page it breaks down the cost of the move and start up. I have included what I have to put towards the cost and what I would need from you. Now I know you don’t have much income coming in but I did look at how much we can get if we were to sell your stocks and how much we would get if we liquidate all of our larger assets. It’s not like we can bring everything with us like your houses and our cars.”
Seungri sat there looking at all the info Glory provided him. The younger man was very thorough with his research. Was this the right thing to do? Could he cut ties with his home? It’s not like there was anything holding him there besides his true family.
“Your family is on board with this. I already talked with your parents and Hanna. They think this is a good thing for you.”
“You already spoke with them?”
“Yes because I knew they would be the thing holding you back.”
It was crazy how much the younger man knew about his way of thinking. Seungri always thought there was only one man who knew him like that but clearly he was wrong. It was time for a change.
“Let’s do it.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Glory jumped out of his chair and ran to Seungri and threw his arms around him. The two men laughed. The feeling of excitement was something that Seungri had not felt in such a long time.
With his mind made up things moved quickly. Before he knew it they had a rental property picked out. The proper legal documents were being processed and a meeting was set to handle the stocks and shares Seungri owned.
Walking out of his lawyers office Seungri felt a bit of unease. Things were really becoming real. His lawyer had him sign off on documents and promised to find buyers quickly. The amount of money Seungri would be getting would be more then enough to keep him comfortable in the states.
Sitting in the studio with the rest of the members Jiyong was going over lyrics as the other members chatted about a variety show appearance they were going to have tomorrow. Jiyong’s phone lit up with a notification from his attorney. Putting the pen down Jiyong grabbed his phone wondering what was wrong since he didn’t have anything going on that needed his legal representative. Opening an email he was being made aware that a few companies he was interested in had shares available, including a decent amount of shares in YG. Jiyong looked at his phone confused, his brows scrunched together as he thought hard.
“Jiyong what’s wrong?” Youngbae asked from his spot on the couch.
“Just my attorney asking if I wanted buy some shares.”
“For what company?”
Jiyong rattled off the names and number of shares that were listed in the email.
“Weird, those are about the same amount of shares we all hold in the same companies. Remember when we got our first big check we all a bought shares for retirement.”
“You’re right, weird because none of us are selling them right? Who would have thought someone else would have the same amount as us.”
Everyone stopped talking and looked at each other. None of them would sell. They didn’t need to after all…..but there was one person not there.
“He wouldn’t.” Daesung pipped up.
“Why would he?” Seunghyun asked putting his phone down.
“Has anyone talked to him? Why would he?” Youngbae added.
Closing the email Jiyong opened up a web browser and searched Seungri’s name. Nothing much came up besides picture of when he was discharged from the military. Jiyong bit his lip remembering that he had forgotten about it. One small article published a few days ago showed Glory and Seungri leaving a building with the headline “Former member of BIGBANG ready to move on to new endeavors” but didn’t mention what.
“Nothing alarming is coming up so it must not be him. Oh well, I am just going to buy them.”
Jiyong replied to his email giving the green light for the purchase not knowing what he had done.
The next morning Seungri had gotten a phone call verifying that he wanted to sell his shares and he confirmed again that he wanted to. His attorney promised him the funds would be available the following week and that his legal forms were ready to be picked up. With everything set up and ready to go Seungri informed everyone that they could start preparing for the move.
That same day the members of BIGBANG were just leaving the recording of the variety show when they were stopped by reports bombarding them with questions.
“What are your thoughts on Seungri selling his homes and cars?”
“Is Seungri filing for bankruptcy?”
“Do you know why Seungri is liquidating all his assets?”
“Is Seungri in trouble again?”
The members of were thrown off guard by the questions and continued onto the van waiting for them.
“What was that all about?” Seunghyun asked opening a bottle of water.
“OH MY GOSH!” Daesung shouted.
“What’s wrong?” Youngbae asked.
“Seungri! He sold all his houses and his cars!”
“What?” Youngbae asked again.
Daesung handed Youngbae his phone and articles were being published about Seungri selling off his assets but no reason was being provided.
“Is he in trouble again? I haven’t heard much about him. I thought he was laying low these days?” Seunghyun mentioned as he leaned forward to look at the phone.
“Hyung don’t you think we should find out?” Daesung said looking towards the eldest member.
“I think it would only make sense to.” Seunghyun said as he looked towards Jiyong.
Seungri did his best to avoid the reporters who were constantly following him and asking him questions. He would only smile slightly and move on. The Korean media and the public didn’t deserve to know anything anymore. They had turned their backs on him and only wanted to destroy him. All of his houses except for the main one was emptied out and everything he was taking with him was already boxed up and sent out for delivery. Today was the final day to box up the main house….the house that he had shared so many memories with his so called brothers and him. Seungri didn’t even want to mention his name anymore. Gone was the feelings of sadness and loss. He had moved on towards anger. With his family and friends there to help, it was going to take much less time to box everything up. Everything that brought memories of their time together were boxed up to be sent to him. Everything BigBang related was set to be thrown out but Seungri’s mom wanted to hold onto it, so those boxes were being sent to his parents house.
Grabbing a box of pictures Seungri carried it down to the moving truck and passed Glory who offered to carry it for him but Seungri only smiled at the younger man and told him to go help his dad with the other boxes. The day was perfect for moving, the weather was mild and the reporters were nowhere to be seen. Placing the box in the truck Seungri turned around to head back into the house but stopped dead in his tracks seeing them there.
“YA! Were you just going to leave without even saying anything to us?” Youngbae yelled towards the frozen Seungri.
“That’s kind of messed up Seungri. That’s not like you.” Daesung added.
“Even a text message would have been better then no communication.” Seunghyun added.
Seungri just stood there, why were they here? Why now of all the times they could have shown up? Seungri looked at each member with his eyebrow raised with confusion.
“Why are you even here?” Seungri asked finally finding his voice again.
“Because our little brother is leaving without a word.” Youngbae replied.
“Brother?” Seungri spoke softly, as if it was an unknown word to him. “Brother would imply a relationship. A familiar bond between individuals. I don’t know if that is a bond we have. So I don’t think brother would be a word I would use to describe what we are to one another.”
“How could you say that? We have spent years together. We know everything there is about one another.” Daesung shouted as he took a step forward but was stopped by Seunghyun .
“True we have spent years together. I thought we knew everything there was about each other. But that didn’t mean anything.” Seungri said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“What the hell are you even going on about?” Seunghyun said with a scowl.
“If all those years meant anything to any of you then where were you? Where have you been? Every single time any of you needed someone I was there for you. None of you even were there for me when I was discharged. Even though I was going through hell I was there for every single one of you. Even a text message would have been better then nothing.” Seungri spat back at Seunghyun.
“Don’t take that tone with him Seungri, he is still your elder and deserves respect.” Jiyong said finally speaking up from the sidelines.
“Oh the fearless leader finally speaks. I’m surprised you could find the time to even be here with your busy schedule with all your work and girlfriends.” Seungri let the last word slip out as if it was a knife hoping to slash out at the man who had held his heart for years.
“Is that your problem? Are you pissed because we have all been busy and that I have girlfriends again? God Seungri you are such a child. We have to move forward, if we don’t then BigBang dies. I have had girlfriends in the past many times, you know they are a requirement. Grow the fuck up!” Jiyong spat back, clearly fed up with things.
“I could honestly care less about any of it anymore. For once I am doing things for myself. This has nothing to do with any of you. So just go.” Seungri said as he tried to push past the men blocking his way but was just pushed back to his spot by Youngbae.
“You don’t get to just leave like this, family doesn’t do that!” Youngbae said with his arms extended out blocking his way.
“Family?” Seungri spat the word out as if it tasted like spoiled food. “No fuck that. In fact fuck the Korean media. Fuck Kpop. Fuck BIGBANG. You guys aren’t family. Family doesn’t turn their back. Family doesn’t leave you feeling alone. Family stands by you and supports you. Family fights for you even when the odds are against you. None of you did that. So why should I consider you all family? I thought you guys were my family and I waited for you. But I wont do that anymore, I am leaving everything in the past that is toxic and I am going forward to start fresh. So you can stop pretending you care because your actions speak louder then your empty words.”
The members of BIGBANG were left speechless, never had Seungri spoken with such anger nor has he ever dropped so many cuss words. This wasn’t like him and they didn’t know how to process it. The sound of someone clearing their throat had everyone turning around to find Seungri’s father and an angry Glory standing behind them. Glory moved forward and pushed passed the members as they bowed to Seungri’s father. Placing his box in the truck Glory grabbed Seungri’s hand and pulled him back towards the house.
“I think it is time for you all to leave.” Seungri’s father spoke calmly but with a sense of finality. He was not here to argue with these boys who had hurt his son.
“Abeoji, we need to talk more with him.” Jiyong said trying to move forward.
“Don’t even think about approaching my son again. Don’t address me with such familiarity anymore, my son is no longer connected to you or your kin. Such is your bond with my son broken, so is your bond with my family. Leave now and never return.” Seungri’s father said and turned towards the apartment before nodding to the security team waiting by the door.
The security team moved forward blocking the entry to the home. The members stood there watching the door shut to Seungri’s home.
“Hyung what do we do now?” Daesung asked looking towards Jiyong.
“We leave. There is nothing we can do. If he wants to leave then good riddance.” Jiyong replied as he turned around. He was angry that things had turned out this way. Yet even with the anger coursing through his veins, there was a feeling of pain in his heart and a feeling of uneasiness over what just happened. How did things get to this point?
Sequel to “Disaster Date” and requested by @40-degrees-farenheit
Summary: You try to get over your boyfriend’s recent death, but his sister delivers a package for you from him, sending you into chaos.
Word Count: ~1.6K
Warnings: coping with death, taboo/dark/black magic; it’s sad if that’s not obvious
A/N: I finished this a week ago (I think?) but my life has been bad so I haven’t been able to type it up and post it until now. The other requests will also probably take forever. Sorry.
On Tuesday, you find yourself back at his resting place. You sit there, staring at his pictures and the urn. You examine all the flowers, the never-ending gifts sent in by fans.
"I'm sorry, Jiyong. This is my fault. I hate that our Tuesdays have turned into this."
After a few hours, you pack up and leave, taking one final look at his immortalized smile. You don't know what to do with yourself. You still haven't returned to work since the incident. As you slowly make your way back to your quiet apartment, your phone rings. You stop and sigh, no longer able to multitask even the simple things like walking and talking on the phone. Checking, you almost break down as you see the caller ID, but compose yourself.
"Hello, Dami. How are you?"
"About as bad as you, I'd assume. We cleaned out some of his things and found something marked to give to you. Should I bring it over?"
"Sure. I'm on my way home now. I should be there before you."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Things will eventually be okay." You say the last sentence through clenched teeth, not believing the statement in the slightest.
Finally making it home, you wait in silence for Dami to arrive with whatever she found. You don't even allow yourself to think about the possibilities, as your thoughts would be too loud for your preference. Once she arrives, you let her in with the cardboard box in her hands. Instructing her to set it down on the table, you question her about the contents.
"I don't know. It's sealed and addressed to you." She points to your name on the package, handwritten in his distinct print. "I know he wrote this, but I don't know what it could be. The date he wrote is next week, so I figured he wanted to give it to you then."
You just stare at the box in silence. Dami excuses herself, claiming to need to get back to her son. You walk her out then resume your gaze on the box. Seeing his handwriting for your name and the date makes you momentarily forget his death. You can't help yourself and open the box. Inside, you find a couple seemingly unrelated items: a pair of shoes, a clothesline, and a ring. Along with the items sits a handwritten note:
I know you'll open this before the date, but make sure to use all these things together on Tuesday, okay? Don't worry about me. I'll be there in time. We'll do your laundry together. I'm sure you haven't since there's too much going on. This will be date night, okay? You better not leave me hanging. (Like my joke~?)
You read and reread the note. You can't process it. Questioning whether or not to follow instructions, you confuse yourself even more.
Did he know? Or was this meant before he died? There's no way he can show up. He couldn't have predicted his death. He would've tried to avoid it if he knew. But why would he prepare this instead of just giving it to me? None of this makes sense.
Throwing the items back into the box, you push the box and your thoughts away, sweeping everything under the bed. You grab a bottle of your favorite alcohol -- you've had plenty in this past week, but you keep your supply up since you don't know how else to clear your mind. Heading to your room, you turn on the TV and take a drink straight from the bottle.
You laugh at yourself, "He'd scold me if he was here." Then, you shake your head to get rid of the thought, taking another drink.
After a while, you unknowingly fall asleep.
The week drags on again. Finally reaching Monday night, you find yourself sitting in the bathtub with the shower beating down on you. Suddenly, you remember the box and its contents. Curling into yourself even more, your thoughts flood your mind again. You still can't decide whether to follow the instructions or not. You sit there contemplating for long enough for the day to roll over to the next, although you wouldn't have noticed without the nearby church bells going off to signal 12 AM.
After a bit longer, you force yourself up and out of the tub. Half in frustration, you drag the box from its hiding spot and throw it to the area where you usually do laundry, deciding to follow through. Even though you know that he can't show up, your loyalty to him wins out. Plus, you'll need to wash clothes either way, so it can't hurt to use the new gifts.
When the sun starts rising, you gather the large amount of dirty clothes and pile them in the proper area. You prepare everything: gather the necessities, prep and start the washer, hang the clothesline. When you hear the washer alert you that the clothes finish, you slip on the shoes, gather the wet clothes in the basket, and slip on the ring before starting to hang everything up on your balcony.
As usual, you start with the bigger items. You shake out your bed sheet of excess water and throw it over the clothesline. Suddenly, it feels like someone helps you to adjust it properly from the other side. Poking your head around to check, you stumble backwards after seeing Jiyong's form on the other side. Knowing your reaction, however, he catches you before you fall over entirely.
"Hey, love. Told you I'd come. Why did I still scare you?" His sweet laugh at your expense makes you tear up. You haven't heard his voice, felt his warmth, or seen his laughing face in two weeks, but it feels like years. And you thought you'd never be able to feel it again.
You throw yourself at him, enveloping him in a tight him as you cry into his chest. His warm hug only makes you cry more, so he silently rubs your back to help you release everything. After you regain your composure, questions flood out of your lips.
"How did you get here? Did you know you'd die? Why didn't you avoid it? How can I see and touch you again when we cremated your body? You aren't a figment of my imagination, right?"
"Hey, hey. Calm down, Y/N. One question at a time. No, I'm not a figment of your imagination. Uhhhh... No, I didn't know I'd die, but a fortune teller told me to give you those items on the date on the package."
"Did they give you more information about it?"
"Lemme think... I remember him mentioning something about five years, but I really can't remember if it was even related to this. But let's not waste time worrying about it, okay?"
You agree and the two of you chat until the clothes dry. Your boyfriend disappears with the water. As sad as his disappearance makes you, you vow to wash clothes weekly, hoping for more chances with him. Despite being confined to your porch, you look forward to the dates just as much as, if not more than, before. You definitely treasure your time with him much more, keeping the thought of an unknown time limit in the back of your mind. You spend the next few months washing any clothes you need to on Tuesday every single week.
After about 15 weeks, you start noticing something about him and about yourself. He hasn't mentioned anything about events he normally would. His sister's birthday passes by without any mention of it. You also notice yourself falling deeper in reliance of these meetings with him. You've skipped out on after-work drinks multiple times - something you'd never normally do, even on date nights.
"Jiyong, do you know the day and time anymore?"
"Of course. I know it's Tuesday. I also know it should be around 3 PM."
"No. The date. Would you be able to tell me the date if I asked?"
"Oh. No, I can't. I assume it's probably August. Seems like monsoon season based on the humidity and the smell. Why?"
"I was shocked when you didn't ask about Dami's birthday when it passed a few weeks ago."
You stare at his form, watching his face crinkle up as he tries to recall the name in failure, "Dami's birthday? Why would I ask? Your birthday hasn't passed, right? That's all that matters to me."
His statement horrifies you. Not only has he clearly forgotten his own sister - he doesn't even care. That isn't like him at all. You play along until he disappears for the week, then curl up on your bed, wondering who the appearance really is.
You refuse to use the objects he gave you when you instinctively wash your clothes the next week. Using the extra time that you aren't wasting with the appearance, you visit him resting site only to find graffiti on the glass in front of his urn, most of it aimed at you for "getting over his death" so quickly. A picture of you on your porch peaks through a bouquet of flowers. Taking it, you see the figure you believed to be your boyfriend.
In the picture, you clearly see someone different; someone completely unknown to you sits next to your smiling form, staring directly at the camera with a devilish grin.
