Hi lovely. Hope youre having a great weekend. I had short question. I love your writing and was wondering if you do requests? If so could I ask for one where y/n meets GD's cats for the first time. Theyre both nervous but it goes great.
If not, sorry for asking
Have a great rest of your weekend<3
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a/n: Oh my sweet angel, if only you knew the creativity this request sparked for me!! I even had to add some SMAU to it! Thank you so much for sending me the cutest request! I hope I did it justice!
Also, I just got a new phone and all my fake social apps got deleted so sorry if they're wack lol
synopsis: Jiyong finally decides that the girl he's been dating should meet his precious babies, and he's blown away by the result.
warnings: FLUFFFF, alochol, language, very light mention of sex, still SFW
wc: 3.2k+
Soft music filled the car as you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, your stomach twisting with nerves. The GPS on your phone read you were five minutes away, and suddenly, the reality of where you were going sank in deeper.
You and Jiyong had been officially together for two months, though the pull between you had been there long before. Late-night texts that stretched until morning, goofy pictures exchanged on Snapchat, secret moments stolen at his shows. But privacy mattered—to both of you. Being in the public eye made everything more complicated, so you took your time, let things unfold naturally. And you liked it that way.
But tonight was different. Tonight, he had invited you to his home.
It was a big step, one that spoke volumes. Jiyong was careful about his personal space, rarely letting people in. More often than not, he preferred to meet somewhere neutral or come over to your place instead. His past had taught him to be guarded, to protect the things he held closest. That included his home. That included his cats.
Princess Zoa and Iye weren’t just pets to him; they were family. And the fact that he was willing to introduce you to them—on their turf—meant more than words could.
You exhaled sharply as you pulled up to his building, quickly sending him a text to let him know you’d arrived. Within moments, your phone buzzed, and you saw his response:
Come up. Already called it in. Park next to me.
Of course, his building had top-tier security. Nothing less was expected.
You found his spot and eased your car into place beside his, gripping your bag as you took a couple of steadying breaths. Just as you turned to get out—
"Ahh!" You yelped, heart slamming against your ribs.
Jiyong stood outside your window, a smug grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for making you jump.
"You’re a dick!" you huffed as he opened the door for you, still chuckling.
“Mmm, sorry,” he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. His hands found your waist, pulling you in effortlessly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Missed you.”
Your fingers curled into his hoodie as you smiled. “Missed you too, JiJi. I’m really excited you invited me over.”
He hesitated for a second, then let out a breath, his lips quirking up in a nervous smile. “I just... trust you.” His voice was quieter now, more serious. “I want to share this part of me with you.”
That made your heart do an embarrassing little flip. You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a grin. You were head over heels for this man.
"Come on," he said, grabbing your bag from the car before lacing his fingers through yours. "Let's go."
Inside the elevator, he swiped a key card, granting access to the penthouse suite. A comfortable silence settled between you as the numbers climbed, Jiyong absentmindedly toying with the ends of one of your long braids.
When the doors finally slid open, he led you down the hall to his front door. He hesitated, scratching the back of his head.
"Uhh… it’s been a while since I’ve had someone… new over,” he admitted.
You squeezed his hand gently. “As long as you want me here, Ji, that’s all that matters.”
“I do!” he said quickly. Then, after a beat, “Zoa and Iye might be a little nervous, though…”
You chuckled. “That’s okay. I promise to be on my best behavior.”
A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he bit his lip. God, he was adorable.
“Okay,” he breathed, then unlocked the door, pulling you inside.
Your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings. You had seen glimpses of his place through Snapchats before, but nothing prepared you for seeing it in person. It was an effortless blend of artistic chaos and meticulous minimalism—every piece carefully curated, every detail intentional. The sleek furniture, the carefully arranged artwork, the shelves lined with vinyls and rare collectibles. It was stunning.
“Damn,” you muttered, turning in slow circles. “You really put my place to shame.”
Jiyong laughed as he placed your bag on the couch. “I like your place,” he said. “It’s homey.”
"Ji, I had no idea you were this clean and organized.” You teased.
"I’m not," he admitted with a smirk. "The cleaners came this morning. Gabriella has been cleaning up my messes for years. Bless her heart.”
You shook your head, grinning as he sauntered toward you, fingers grazing your exposed hip, playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.
“Can I get you a drink?” he murmured, his smirk deepening.
"Please," you teased, matching his energy.
He led you toward the kitchen, rambling about drinks and dinner. But before he could finish his sentence, a soft brush of fur against your leg made you pause.
“Hi, Princess Zoa!” you cooed, crouching down as the elegant gray cat moved gracefully around you, rubbing her face against your outstretched hand.
Jiyong blinked. “No way. She was hiding before you got here…”
You beamed, gently scratching behind her ears. “She’s so sweet! I love her already.”
And just like that, the tension in Jiyong’s shoulders eased. His lips curled into something soft, something real.
Yeah. This was a big step. And it felt right.
Jiyong handed you a drink—a simple vodka soda, but he knew it was your favorite. That small detail alone made your chest tighten in the best way. You took slow sips as you followed him through his home, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling over you like a warm blanket.
He showed you everything. His personal recording studio, where half-finished lyrics and melodies lived. The spare bedrooms, each one somehow still curated with his impeccable taste. The breathtaking view from the balcony, where the city stretched out endlessly beneath you, glittering like a dream. And finally—his bedroom.
This was your favorite.
His presence was everywhere in this space, woven into every little detail. The artwork, a mix of chaotic genius and sentimental treasures. Clothes draped over the back of a chair, half-folded laundry on the bed—tangible proof that he lived here, existed here. His knick-knacks, collected from different parts of his life, told a story only he could tell. It was personal. It was beautiful.
Something on his bedside table caught your eye, drawing you closer. A photo. A small, colorful rock. You picked them up, curiosity humming in your chest.
“What’s this?” you asked, turning the photo over in your hands.
Jiyong chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s, uh… a picture Daesung took of us. From that beach party a few months back.”
The moment flooded back instantly. That warm summer night, the waves crashing in the distance, music thrumming through the air. You and Jiyong, tipsy and tangled in laughter, dancing with the kind of reckless abandon only a new connection could bring. You’d forgotten Daesung had been running around with a camera, documenting the night in blurry snapshots of joy.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as your thumb brushed over the image. That night was when it had really started for you—the way Jiyong had held you close, how he never stopped making you laugh, how gentle he was even in the midst of chaos.
You glanced at the small rock in your other hand. “And this?”
Jiyong grinned, taking it from you, rolling it between his fingers like it was something precious. Because it was, to him. “This, my dear, is the first gift you ever gave me.”
You blinked. “It is?”
“Mmhmm.” His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Remember that time you called me drunk, asking if I could pick you up? You got in my car, all excited because you found a rock that ‘matched my hair.’” He mimicked your voice playfully. “You put it on my dashboard, declared it a masterpiece, and passed out before I even made it to your street.”
Your face heated. “Oh my god.” You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “Jiyong… you kept my drunk gift?”
“Of course.” His voice softened. “I have it in my pocket at every show. It’s my good luck charm.”
Your heart swelled, emotions tangling in your throat as you looked up at him. “You really are the kindest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”
He smiled, that soft, intimate kind of smile that made your stomach flip. “Can’t help it with you…”
His lips met yours, slow and sure, his hands finding your waist and pushing you toward the bed. Your back hit the mattress as his lips traced along your jaw, down the curve of your neck, making warmth pool in your stomach. You tangled your fingers in his hoodie, pulling him closer—
A sharp bap landed right on Jiyong’s head.
“Ow, Zoa!” he yelped, rubbing the spot where his beloved cat had just smacked him.
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Zoa hopped onto your lap, settling comfortably.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” Jiyong shot you a mock glare, eyes twinkling with amusement. He sat up as Zoa curled into a loaf on your stomach, kneading at your shirt like she had claimed you for herself. “Did my cat just cockblock me?”
“Shhh, don’t say those words in front of the baby!” you scolded, scratching behind Zoa’s ears.
Jiyong scoffed. “Wow. Okay. I’ll just fuck off then.” He stood dramatically, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen.
You couldn’t stop laughing as you carefully moved Zoa to the side, hopping off the bed to chase after him, the cat trotting behind you.
“Hmmm, later, Oppa,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Let’s watch our show.”
He sighed dramatically but smiled as he turned in your arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Fine.”
The two of you curled up on the couch, a thick blanket draped over your legs as Breaking Bad flickered onto the screen. Jiyong’s hand rested on your thigh under the blanket, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin.
Zoa stretched out across your lap, already fast asleep, and moments later, a soft meow announced the arrival of another visitor.
“Iye!” Jiyong grinned, patting his lap. The sleek gray cat hesitated before slowly making her way over, her small paws pressing into his legs as she perched there, still wary of you.
She craned her neck, sniffing at your arm cautiously before pulling back.
“Hi, Iye,” you murmured, keeping your voice gentle. You let her come to you, holding out your hand for her to investigate. She gave a single curious sniff before rubbing her face against your fingers—just once—then retreating back to Jiyong’s lap.
“At least you still love me, huh?” he cooed, scratching under her chin.
Iye kept sneaking glances at you as the show played, inching ever so slightly closer with each passing minute.
Jiyong leaned against your shoulder, exhaling a long drag from his vape as he glanced toward the window. The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, painting the city in soft gold.
“You hungry, babe? I can start dinner.”
You stretched, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Mmm. What’re we having?”
“Lobster,” he said casually.
Your head snapped toward him. “Lobster?” You scoffed. “Jiyong, how fancy. I should’ve worn a cocktail dress.”
“As much as I’d love that, Jagi,” he mused, standing up, “nothing beats sitting on my couch in pajamas with my gorgeous girlfriend, eating lobster with no judgment. We can be as messy as we want.”
You leaned against the couch, watching him with a warmth spreading through your chest.
“God, I love you…” you murmured, without thinking.
Jiyong froze mid-step, turning sharply to face you, his expression unreadable.
“What did you just say?”
Your eyes widened. “Shit, I mean—” You stammered, face heating. “Ah, fuck.”
“No, no, don’t take it back.” He crossed the room in seconds, dropping onto the couch beside you. His hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours. “Say it again.”
Your heart pounded. “I said… I love you.”
His lips crashed against yours, deep and urgent, a raw kind of emotion surging between you. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you, too.”
You let out a breathy laugh, shy but filled with absolute joy.
Jiyong grinned, standing abruptly. “Okay, I’m gonna go make you the best dinner ever. Because I fucking love you and you fucking deserve it.”
You laughed as he dashed toward the kitchen, grabbing your phone with trembling fingers to text your friends.
Laughter echoed through the kitchen as you and Jiyong moved in perfect sync, playfully bumping into each other while prepping dinner. The rich aroma of butter and garlic filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of freshly squeezed lemon. His two cats sat perched on the counter, their sharp eyes tracking every movement, their tails flicking lazily as if silently judging your cooking skills.
“Babe, they’re totally waiting for us to drop something,” you giggled, nudging Jiyong as he reached for another ingredient.
“They’re opportunists,” he scoffed, turning to Zoa. “Aren’t you, Princess? You’re not slick.”
The gray cat blinked at him, unimpressed, before returning to watching your every move.
The two of you tossed back shots between chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food. Each time the tequila burned your throat, Jiyong was there with a teasing smirk, leaning in to steal a quick, lingering kiss that tasted of citrus and salt. You felt light, the alcohol buzzing in your veins, but it wasn’t just that—it was him. This moment. This feeling of being completely and utterly alive.
“Voila!” Jiyong announced dramatically, placing the finished dish on the counter with a flourish. His grin was downright giddy, like a little kid proud of his creation.
You clapped your hands together, eyes lighting up as you took in the masterpiece before you. “Holy shit, babe. This looks amazing.”
Jiyong preened under your praise, already reaching for a piece of lobster and popping it into his mouth.
“Should we sit at the table?” you asked, glancing toward the neatly set dining area.
“Fuck no,” he said through a mouthful of food. “Couch. Show. Now.”
You giggled, warmth blooming in your chest. You had finally found someone who matched your energy—who understood the joy of ignoring formalities in favor of what truly mattered.
Plates in hand, you both made your way back to the couch, curling up under the softest blanket as Breaking Bad resumed on the screen. Every so often, Jiyong would feed you a bite, and you'd do the same for him, laughing when he dramatically moaned about how good it was. The alcohol settled over you like a warm embrace, your limbs heavy, your mind blissfully light.
At the edge of the couch, Zoa and Iye sat patiently, their eyes fixed on the two of you, hoping for a dropped morsel.
“Sorry, ladies,” you teased, waving a lobster claw in front of them. “This one’s all ours.”
Jiyong chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, his scent a mixture of cologne, blueberry vape juice, and something inherently him. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling completely and utterly at home.
It hit you then—how much you loved him. How he wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. The person you could be unapologetically yourself around. No pretense, no walls. Just laughter, love, and this perfect, ordinary, extraordinary moment.
By the time dinner was finished, the two of you had knocked back a few more shots, and your bodies had melted further into the cushions. The warmth of the alcohol, the lull of the TV, and Jiyong’s steady breathing made your eyelids heavy. Even the cats had settled into slumber, Zoa curled up at your feet while Iye stretched out on the back of the couch.
Jiyong shifted beside you, his lips grazing your temple as he whispered, “Can we finish the show in my room?”
You hummed in agreement, unable to form words in your sleepy haze.
With an exaggerated groan, Jiyong forced himself up, stumbling slightly before pulling you to your feet. The two of you giggled as you made your way to the bedroom, tripping over each other’s steps, hands wandering, lips meeting between bursts of laughter.
As soon as you passed the threshold of the bedroom door, it was a tangle of limbs, clothing being shed in lazy, drunken movements, laughter giving way to slow, heated kisses.
Jiyong took his time with you, his hands mapping the curves of your body like he was committing you to memory. Every touch was reverent, every kiss deep and lingering. The world outside ceased to exist—the only thing that mattered was this, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way your bodies fit together like a puzzle that had finally found its missing piece.
There were moments of whispered confessions between soft moans, giggles breaking the tension as you both found yourselves too tipsy to be completely coordinated. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was that he was here, with you, holding you like you were the best thing he had ever known.
Because to him, you are.
Afterward, tangled in the sheets, Jiyong pulled you close, his arms securing you against him as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
“G’night, JiJi,” you murmured sleepily.
He hummed against your skin, his lips still brushing over you. “Night, baby girl.”
Within moments, sleep claimed you both.
-
Jiyong was the first to wake.
A groggy groan left his lips as he scrubbed a hand over his face, his body still heavy with sleep. The golden morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the room.
When he turned over, his breath caught.
You were still fast asleep, your hair spilling across the white sheets, your lips slightly parted as the softest snores escaped.
Nestled under your arm, Zoa was curled into the smallest ball, her tiny frame rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Jiyong felt his heart clench.
He had never been a morning person, but waking up to this? To you? He could get used to that.
A quiet meow pulled his attention, and he shifted his gaze to Iye, who sat perched on the pillow beside your head. The slender cat stretched lazily, then turned to look at him.
Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he whispered, as if Iye would actually respond.
The cat let out a soft chirp, then glanced at you.
And then, in the smallest of gestures, she leaned forward and rubbed her face against your cheek before settling back down.
Jiyong blinked.
That was it. That was the moment.
He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Iye, his most reserved, most particular baby, had just given you her silent approval.
He exhaled a quiet laugh, his gaze drifting back to you.
The love that swelled in his chest was almost too much.
He reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips barely grazing your skin.
“God, I love you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.
And in that moment, with the sun painting you in gold, his cats nestled around you, and his heart feeling fuller than it ever had—Jiyong knew.
He had found his forever.
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