#seunghyun

[littlescorp1o]

face card never declines

[glitterypinksworld]

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[moontabi]

Hey gorg!! could you do us domming seunghyun when hes usually the dominant one? and he gets all whiny and complaining about it but then we put him in his place and hes begging for more😙😙 (female reader pls) Also if not thats totally okay!

SAY PLEASE

choi seunghyun x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content ahead including slight foot stuff (kissing & stepping), pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise, cunnalingus, face sitting/riding, handjob, oral (not enough to call a full on blowjob), edging, spit, thigh fucking, outercourse, unprotected p in v, cumming inside. dom! reader, sub leaning! tabi, they fuck on the floor

a/n: not proof read bcs im going to nap after i upload this sorry for any mistakes!!

You’d been to your fair share of gallery showings since getting with your man Seunghyun.

This one was hosted by a close friend of his—an understated, intimate space tucked into a side street somewhere outside of Seoul. You came with him, dressed to kill, sipping wine and politely pretending to look at the art.

But the paintings were never what held your attention.

Now, the gallery is winding down.

Empty wine glasses clink faintly against trays. The last of the critics are still murmuring over pieces on display, offering half hearted nods as they move from canvas to canvas. And Seunghyun—your Seunghyun—is still standing with that lazy, almost elegant slouch, sipping the final swirl of his white wine, eyes low lidded in that way that always makes the heat between your legs ache.

His shirt collar is open just enough to reveal the tiniest glimpse of his tan skin, the curve of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat at his nape. You watch the tip of his tongue flick out to taste the wine still on his lips.

He’s always like this in public—cool, sharp-jawed and golden, radiating that quiet, masculine energy that draws people in without effort. Seunghyun doesn’t try to be magnetic. He is magnetic. charming, unbothered, in control.

But only you know how flushed the tips of his ears are. How tight his slacks have gotten from the way you crossed your legs earlier. How badly he wants to have you.

And he thinks he’ll be the one in control when he finally gets you alone.

Thinks he’s going to take you back to the hotel, unzip your dress with his teeth, and make you moan until you’re clawing at his back.

Oh, he has no idea.

He catches your eye and smiles.

You smile back—but yours is different.

There’s a heat behind it. A hunger he’s not used to being on the receiving end of. And when he walks over to you, wine-warm and looking like he’s two seconds away from pinning you against the nearest wall, you don’t step back. You step forward.

“Let’s go,” you murmur, reaching for his wrist with manicured fingers and letting your nails scrape softly over his skin.

His brows lift slightly, but he follows.

The way back to the hotel is quiet, thick with anticipation. He touches your thigh and tries to kiss your cheek. He’s so used to leading. He keeps close to your side, fingers brushing yours every so often. He can’t help it. You glance at him, and he smirks—that confident, subtle tilt of his lips he always wears when he thinks he knows exactly how things will end.

Except this time, you don’t lean into him. Don’t touch back.

You just smile to yourself and that makes him nervous.

You feel it in the way his hand hovers too long before slipping into his pocket. See it in the way he keeps glancing over at you with shiny, hopeful eyes—tense and uncertain, maybe even wondering if he’s done something wrong.

He’s never had to chase you like this and that’s exactly the point.

You step into the penthouse suite, your dress clinging to your hips, heels clicking sharply against the marble. You don’t get more than three steps before Seunghyun pounces on you—hands gripping your waist, hips rolling into yours roughly. You can feel how hard he is against you. His fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, starting to hike it up until—

“No.”

One word. Calm. Soft-spoken.

His hands pause.

You push against his chest to create distance between you and walk away, brushing your dress smooth.

Seunghyun blinks, confusion flickering across his face.

“Take off my shoes first,” you say sharply. Not a request.

He lets out a low laugh, slow and cocky.

“You serious?”

You turn your back on him and walk to the grand piano in the center of the suite, heels echoing with every step. You sit on the edge like a queen on her throne and cross your legs. The slit in your dress parts wide, revealing the long stretch of thigh he hasn’t earned the right to touch.

You tilt your head.

“I said, take them off for me.”

Seunghyun doesn’t move at first.

You can see the resistance in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders stiffen beneath his shirt. His instinct is to laugh this off, grab you by the ass, and drag you underneath him. That’s his default—control. Dominance. Knowing he can make you fall apart with just a look.

But now, that look is meeting something unfamiliar.

A woman who isn’t planning to melt.

Daring him.

He lingers there for a long second too long, still trying to figure out if you’re serious.

And then—slowly, the idea seeming to physically pain him—he sinks down onto his knees.

Not gracefully. Not like a man used to kneeling. He moves like it’s foreign, he’s never had to lower himself for anyone. But something about the way you’re watching him makes him obey anyway.

His hands find your ankle, large and smooth and a little too eager. You feel the slight tremble in his fingers as he reaches for the bottom of your heel.

You don’t speak. Just watch him. studying his expressions with a click of your tongue.

He’s an eager animal in this moment—caught between submitting and sinking his teeth in.

He slides the first heel off, cradling your foot in his palm. His thumb brushes over the arch as he sets the shoe aside, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

“Comfortable now?” His voice is a low murmur, deliberately intimate. He doesn’t let go, fingers shifting to massage slowly.

“Mm,” you hum softly, watching his dark hair flop over his forehead as he works his fingers deeper into your skin. His touch is light at first, coaxing, but you can feel the tension in his hands, like he's holding back something more.

Then, without warning, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot.

You arch a brow.

“That part of the request?”

Seunghyun hesitates. Then shrugs, trying to smirk through it. “Thought I’d add a little something.”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, dragging your other foot up to poke your stiletto into his shoulder. “You don’t get to add anything. Not tonight.”

You can see him fighting the urge to bite back. The tension winding through his neck, his jaw. He wants to argue. He wants to challenge you.

Seunghyun bends his head again—and kisses your ankle anyway. Then the curve of your calf. He believes he can still resist surrender—a silent “I can do what I want,” wrapped in silk.

You feel the sharp edge hidden beneath the softness and a shiver ripples across your skin. You could call him out—but you don’t. You let it pass this time, because you know exactly what this is.

He’s trying to hold on.

And you’re about to make him let go.

He slides off the second heel now, slower this time. You spread your legs wider as he does it, letting your dress slip higher to reveal bare skin and the stretch of thin lace between your legs.

Seunghyun sees. His eyes flash—dark, hungry, shocked.

“Lay down.”

Was he hearing you correctly? His voice comes out rough, the edge of defiance already fading.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself, gliding your foot down the center of his chest. His breath hitches as the pressure shifts lower, trailing over buttons and fabric, until you’re pressing directly against the bulge straining his pants.

“Down.”

A shudder rolls through him. His hips twitch beneath your foot. His pride is still there, clinging to the edge—but it’s brittle now. He breathes in through his nose, deep and shaky as the scent of you hits him hard.

That’s what tips him.

He lowers himself to the floor. Not fluidly but with a need too heavy to hide.

You hover over his face, dress hitched high, your soaked panties tugged down your legs.

“Hands at your sides. You don’t get to touch.”

He licks his lips, voice rough and challenging.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and take it?”

You smile down at him—sweet, pitying.

“Sure you are, I can see how bad you want it.”

He lets out a low laugh, sharp and shaky, but it dies in his throat the second your thighs frame his face and your sopping cunt sinks down onto his mouth.

His groan is immediate, muffled. His hands flex at his sides—fighting instinct. His tongue licks up the full length of your slit, too greedy, too frantic.

“God,” you sigh, rocking your hips slowly against his face. “Needed this.”

He moans under you, hips twitching up into nothing. His cock is hard, straining against the front of his slacks, leaking already. You glance down at the sight and giggle softly.

“Already this worked up?”

You grind down a little harder, letting your clit slide against the bridge of Seunghyun’s nose. He groans, louder this time, tongue flicking faster—more hungry.

“Slow down,” you chide, threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re making a mess.”

He whines under you. You lift off his mouth just barely—just enough to let him speak and he gasps like he’s surfacing from underwater.

“Say something smart again,” you say, breathless. “C’mon. Thought you had something to prove.”

“I do,” he pants, voice raw. “Just—fuck—can’t think straight with your pussy on m’face.”

“Aw, sweetheart you think that’s bad? we’re just getting started.”

Then you lower yourself back down and smother him again.

His mouth opens instantly. Tongue back to work. “Good boy,” you breathe, “That mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not talking back.”

You ride his face slowly, teasingly, his nose continuously rubbing right against your clit, your slick dripping down his jaw.

He’s good at this. Always has been. But now there’s no control. No rhythm. No teasing.

He’s not leading anymore.

He’s trying to keep up.

He whines beneath you, the mocking praise short-circuiting something in him.

“Still think you’re in control?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips a little harder now.

He tries to shake his head, but you don’t let up.

“I asked you a question,” you say, voice soft but firmly.

“N-no,” he gasps when you lift again for air. “Fuck—fuck, no. You win okay.”

You hum thoughtfully, then grind down hard enough to steal the air from his lungs.

“Mmm. That’s better.”

Seunghyun’s hands scramble on the floor, trying not to reach for you. “You want to touch so badly, don’t you?”

He nods, eyes glassy, lips wet with your slick.

You tilt your hips forward and smother him fully.

His moan is strangled now—deep and helpless. His tongue is fast, lapping and sucking and groaning into your pussy lips melodically.

You stay there. Grinding hard until your thighs shake and your orgasm crests and he’s gasping for air between licks.

And even when it hits, when your moans get high and tight and your hands dig into his chest for balance, you don’t let him up.

You ride through it. Overstimulate him with nothing but your cunt on his tongue and the power he’s always thought belonged to him, now crumbling beneath your thighs.

He drinks greedily from your pussy lips, savoring every drop of your release that spills out onto his face and onto his tongue.

When you finally pull back, his face is soaked and his eyes are dazed.

“Baby—” he croaks.

You place a finger on his lips.

“Not yet,” you whisper. “I’m not done with you.”

His breath is hot against your finger, lips parting like he might protest—but the look in your eyes keeps him obedient.

You trail that finger down Seunghyun’s chin, across his flushed throat, then lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, still panting, lips wet with your slick.

“I bet you thought you were going to wreck me tonight,” you hum, slipping the shirt open and running your palms over his chest. “Thought I’d be begging for it.”

He shudders as your nails drag lightly over his nipples. he’s the one trembling now.

You reach for his belt, unbuckle it with unhurried precision. His hips twitch. His cock is straining, visibly rock hard, outlined thick and dripping pre-cum. You palm him once over the fabric of his boxers and he jerks beneath you, letting out the most delicious, strangled moan.

“Fuck,” he gasps and you smile.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

You wrap your fingers around his waistband and tug his boxers down. His cock springs free—stiff, flushed, soaked at the tip, twitching against his stomach.

“Baby…” you whisper, leaning in close. “You’re so hard. You’ve been like this since the gallery, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like it embarrasses him to admit it.

You kiss the base of his cock, then drag your tongue slowly up the side, pausing just before you reach the head.

“You were such a good boy with your mouth, think you deserve a little reward.”

His hips buck and he hisses the second you take him into your mouth.

Not all the way—just the tip, lips barely wrapped around it, tongue teasing the slit. It hurts.

You suck once. Gentle. Cruel.

Then you pull back.

He looks devastated.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispers.

“Oh, no,” you purr, tracing your fingertips down the underside of his cock. “We’re not there yet.”

You wrap your hand around him firm, steady and start to stroke.

Not fast. Not enough. Just enough to make him suffer.

He tries to thrust into your hand and you tighten your grip. His whole body tenses, catching onto your game.

You bend down again, tongue flicking the head, then dragging wetly around the tip in slow, messy circles. Your other hand trails down to Seunghyun’s thighs, pressing his legs open wider.

He’s panting now. Moaning every few seconds, he’s trying not to fall apart but he’s failing desperately. His legs are shaking, hips continuously twitching up for anything more than what you’re giving him.

“Fuck, princess—I—shit—don’t stop!”

You slow down.

He chokes on a gasp and you smirk against his cock.

“I thought you were in charge, Seunghyun,” you whisper. “What happened to all that confidence?”

He looks up at you, wrecked and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“You,” he gasps, “You happened. You’re driving me fuckin’ mad—”

You stroke him faster for three seconds—and then stop completely.

Seunghyun cries out, hands flying to his face. he needs something to hold onto or he swears his dick will fall off.

You lean over him again, whispering into his ear.

“I want to see you beg.”

He shakes his head, barely.

You sit back, lick your palm, and wrap it around his cock again. You start stroking him—slow at first, then fast, mean, tight.

He whimpers. Moans. His hips are bucking out of control now. His cock is leaking, twitching with every pass of your hand.

“Say it,” you murmur. “Say please, or I’ll stop.”

He shakes his head again—but it’s weaker this time.

You suck on the tip once, pop off with a soft ‘pop’ and then drop your hand entirely again.

“Say it.”

“I cant—”

“Say it.”

He looks at you, broken.

And then, in a voice that sounds nothing like the Seunghyun who first walked into that art gallery with you, he obeys.

“…Please.”

You hum, satisfied.

But you still don’t give him what he wants.

Instead, you wrap your hand back around his cock and stroke him again—but ridiculously quick this time. Not a rhythm meant to bring him complete pleasure—just a tease. A taunt. A reminder that his release belongs to you now.

“Jagiya!—” he whines, trying to thrust up into your hand. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

His whole body arches off the floor. A sound escapes his throat—somewhere between a sob and a growl—and his fists pound once against the floor.

“You don’t get to come until I say so, be good and hold on for me.” you spit onto the head of his cock and press your thumb into it. He moans, body buzzing from the constant orgasm denial.

You shift upward now, straddling him suddenly with your inner thighs clamping firmly around his now trapped erection. His hands instinctively grip your hips, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

His dick presses between the slick mess of your folds and he twitches, hips stilling as he fights not to thrust mindlessly between your legs. His self-control is admirable yet shallow, like one movement could snap it completely.

You whimper, your chest brushing his.

“You want to fuck me now?” you ask, your voice a whisper at his ear.

He groans, nodding against your shoulder. “So bad, please…”

“Then use my thighs first.”

You flex your thighs tighter around him and rock your hips once, grinding your slick pussy against the length of his cock.

Seunghyun fucks up into the space you’ve given him—slow at first. You sit back, letting him work. His cock drags through your folds perfectly, head catching on your clit with every motion. It makes you gasp,

“There we go…” you praise, “K-keep going.”

His fingers dig into your waist as you rock back against him. A strangled groan rips from his throat, his cock jerking violently between the fat of your thighs.

Pre-cum leaks out onto your skin as he starts to desperately hump upwards into your grinding motions.

He’s panting now, jaw tight, every motion wet and obscene between your thighs.

“Feels so good,” he chokes. “Love these thighs and this perfect fuckin’ pussy—”

His whimpers become louder and more desperate as he feels your fingers wrapping around his hot, pulsing cock. He watches with tear filled eyes as you pull him towards your dripping entrance, his tip pressing against your hole.

His eyes go wide when he feels it—realizes.

And then you sink down onto him.

A quick, unrelenting push.

He cries out, head thrown back, thighs shaking as you take every inch of him inside you.

“Baby!” Seunghyun’s voice is rough, broken, already unraveling.

He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his cock pulsing inside you “Move... please move,” he begs through heavy breaths.

You start to move—deep, rolling thrusts, grinding down in perfect rhythm, your cunt clenching hard around him every time you sit all the way down.

You reach between your legs, press two fingers to your clit, and let out a pornographic gasp.

He’s barely saying words anymore—just moans, gasps, begging sounds caught in his throat. His eyes roll back when you tighten around him on purpose.

“Please…p-please baby—”

“Do it,” you moan. “Come inside me.”

Seunghyun’s hips jerk up into you the moment you give him permission—sloppy, desperate, completely uncontrolled. Maybe once, maybe twice more before he’s spilling deep inside you, groaning out broken ‘I love yous’ as it fills you.

You ride through it, chasing your own high, until your second high crashes down on you—tight, sudden, thighs trembling as you moan and fall forward onto Seunghyun’s sweaty chest.

Both of you catch your breath, skin flushed and sticky. His hands rest lightly on your hips now—gentle, tentative.

“…I really liked that,” he confesses, his voice deep and hoarse.

You glance down at him, teasing.

“Yeah?”

He nods, cheeks flushed, not quite meeting your eyes. “Like… a lot. You—” He swallows.

“You made me feel so fucking good baby.”

You blush, stroking his damp hair. “You were perfect.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I kinda wanna do it again.”

“Right now?”

He flushes deeper. “Not right now. Just—soon…really soon.”

“Don’t worry, next time, I’ll make you beg even prettier.”

Seunghyun’s eyes go wide again, clearly not expecting how much that would affect him. He swallows hard, “I’ll hold you to that.”

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[sugar-petals]

first we get g-dragon’s company hiring taemin and then you have him screaming and dancing in the VIP audience and after the set taeyang is hanging out with suho and daesung and him backstage and it’s like we’re all living in a gigantic jackson wang fanfic and TOP is revealed as the bus driver next or something

[lovemepartly]

bf!seung-hyun headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut.

a/n: idk if this is gonna do well but i love bigbang so maybe for fics for them coming soon?? (p.s. i also have daesung and jiyong versions of these already made…..)

sfw ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• it takes seung-hyun a while to become fully open with you. because of his past, he’s very reserved and keeps things to himself but as he gets to know you better, his front will eventually drop. 

• seung-hyun is the kind of guy who will slow dance with you even if there’s no music. to him, there’s just something so romantic about holding you close and letting the world fade away. 

• he will intentionally stare at you / make intense eye contact to make you nervous because he loves to see you get flustered and lose your train of thought. 

• he’s not good at cooking but when you get in the kitchen he will help you with small tasks or just sit on the counter and talk to you, telling you funny stories and what he was up to on that day. 

• he loves cuddles and being the small spoon. after a long day he’ll climb on top of you, resting his head on your chest and tangling your legs together. you’ll stroke his hair and scratch his back and if you stop, he’ll whine. 

• this man is such a sweetheart. he’ll buy you new flowers every week - your favorite kind. on special occasions, he’ll make you a handmade card paired with a slightly more expensive gift, and take you out to a nice restaurant. 

• he loves to take you to work events with him. he loves to see you get dolled up for him, loves it as you politely introduce yourself to his costars. his hand will rest comfortably on your waist the whole night. your presence is enough to make him feel safe and let his guard down for the night. 

• seung-hyun is so good at talking you through an argument. he’s so good at reading you and can tell when something is bothering you. he will immediately try to talk to you about it, always keeping his cool, until the problem is resolved. 

nsfw ⋆⭒˚.⋆

• he definitely loves morning sex. he’ll pull you into his chest in the morning, enveloping you in his strong arms. slow, innocent kisses will become more desperate and the next thing you know he’s on top of you, entering you slowly. 

• seung-hyun loves eye contact. he definitely takes sex seriously and sees it as a very intimate act, so eye contact is a must for him. whether he’s on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, or he’s watching your pretty lips wrap around his shaft, his hand will always rest on your face, lifting your chin up every time your gaze drifts away from him.

• he’s kind of freaky, but not too much. he’s definitely open to trying new things in the bedroom, especially if it’s something you want to do. he goes completely based off your vibes and how you’re feeling and will never make you do something you don’t want to.

• going with the above, he likes a bit of risky sex. after a date night out, his hand will inch it’s way up your thigh, getting dangerously high, as one hand grips the steering wheel. if you reach over to palm him, he’ll groan and whisper, “patience,” squeezing your thigh. as soon as the car pulls into the garage and you’re out of the public eye, he’s lifting you up onto his lap, fumbling to undo his belt as he lines himself up with your entrance. this is about as risky as i think he’d get, he is a celebrity of course. 

[avsarchivez]

[8lo8lo8lo8lowme]

awww my baby 😭😭 he was literally “ ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ” the whole timee

[ericityyy]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do a choi seung hyun x reader where the reader is also in a k-pop group and they do a callab together and they slowly fall for eachother? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐬

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? (𝘈𝘉𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘜𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘠 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎)

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘐𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘹 𝘐𝘥𝘰𝘭

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1525

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 2

Over the years, putting two idols together and creating what some people call a “ship” has become normal in the K-pop industry and its fandom. During the second generation of idols, two particular groups reigned supreme, known as the kings and queens of K-pop then—and even now.

BigBang, the kings, and 2NE1, the queens, each had talented and well-known members. It was the peak of YG Entertainment when these two groups released a song or an album. And due to being in the same company, shipping was unavoidable. T.O.P and Y/N can attest to that.

With every interaction, fans always pointed out how the two looked at each other, how they behaved around one another, how they smiled when the other person was mentioned—everything and anything that related T.O.P to Y/N and vice versa was always watched closely. In times like this, what do fans need? A good collaboration between the biggest, unsinkable ship of the century, as one fan dubbed them during a BigBang interview on a variety show.

“So, what do you both say?” Yang Hyun-Suk, famously known as YG, asked the two idols before him. His usual cool demeanor was evident, his arms crossed as he waited for their reply. “It’s a simple collaboration song for an upcoming hit series, and the music directors specifically asked for both of you. They’d even give you the opportunity to help in the composing aspect, knowing that you are both capable of doing so, right?”

T.O.P looked at Y/N for a moment, her face exhibiting a thoughtful look. His heart started to drum in his ribcage. This was a huge opportunity for him to spend time with her, of course he would take it. “I’d be alright with taking the job, only if Y/N holds the same sentiment.” He tried to act calm and composed, but his mind was repeating, 'Please accept, please accept, please accept.'

His prayers were answered when Y/N smiled up at him. “I would love to. It would be a fun experience.” T.O.P mirrored her look with a smile of his own. YG looked between the two with one of his eyebrows raised, a noticeable smirk appearing on his face.

“Great! That’s settled then. I’ll let them know of your response.” YG stood up from his couch facing them and approached his office chair to face his computer.

T.O.P and Y/N hastily stood up after him, their hands politely placed in front of them. “Sir, if I may ask,” the latter interjected through the sounds of keyboard clicking, “What is the series we’ll be doing an OST for?”

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After eagerly leaving YG’s office, they immersed themselves in planning and discussing the possible feel of the song. They knew that this collaboration would hold high expectations from their fans, who had been requesting it ever since they first saw the two idols interact during their debut days. Meeting with the music directors, composers, and producers of the song, they carved out time for late-night studio sessions, leaving others amazed by their commitment despite their tight schedules.

It wasn’t a surprise when “rumors” of their collaboration sparked the internet, trending for days.

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Koreaboo

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[TRENDING] BigBang’s T.O.P And 2NE1’s Y/N Are Rumored To Collab In Upcoming Series “Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo”

Username 1: I JUST KNOW THIS IS GONNA BE HUGE!!! THE WAIT WAS ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT

Username 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Username 3: EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

Username 4: WHAT THE FUCKKKK?!?! THE CAST?!?! THE OST SINGERS?!?! I JUST KNOW THIS DRAMA IS GONNA BE ON MY TOP LIST (pun intended)

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Reading the comments, the two laughed to make up for their sleepless nights. “I love how excited they are; it just makes me more determined to do our best for them,” Y/N said fondly, looking at her phone, her expression failing to hide her soft spot for their supporters. T.O.P hummed in response, feeling exactly the same way.

He flinched when Y/N harshly slapped both her cheeks. “Let’s do this!” Her face looked determined as ever. It made him more fond of her, especially after the few days they had spent navigating the logistics and artistry of their vision for the song. The music directors gave them a beat, a melody, and some unfinished lyrics for the chorus. They trusted the two to make the music together and to help them in every chance they had.

There was never a dull moment between them. T.O.P softly rubbed Y/N’s cheeks with his thumbs, watching as they reddened from the impact. “Don’t do that again. You can rest if you want, but don’t hurt yourself, idiot.” He flicked her forehead lightly.

Y/N deadpanned at him. “Saying that and flicking me on the forehead nullifies your point.” He just laughed in response. ‘Never a dull moment,’ he thought as he felt his heart race at their proximity.

Y/N opened the notebook given to them for ideas and writing lyrics. She hummed in tune to the lyrics with T.O.P looking over her shoulder, adding some lyrics for his own parts as well. After some time passed, Y/N felt a weight on her shoulder, shocking her. She looked and only saw dark, messy hair. Y/N smiled, patting his head, making T.O.P bury his face more into the crook of her neck. She hesitated at first but then leaned her head on his, not noticing the smile that grew on the rapper’s face.

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The shooting of the music video for the OST was simple, with the setting just in the recording studio. The two idols were side by side, singing the song. The director's main instruction was to be themselves and have fun with the song they had played such a major role in creating.

“You ready?” T.O.P asked Y/N as they both put on their headphones, the cameraman ready to capture every moment.

“I’m excited for this; it’s the first time we’re going to sing the song as a whole.” Y/N held T.O.P’s hand for a moment. “I’m proud of us, oppa.” Although he managed to maintain a cool demeanor, he was nervous that his hand might be sweaty, revealing his frantic thoughts.

The director pushed the talkback button. “You guys ready? Remember, this is to give the fans a perspective of your finished song, so just be yourselves throughout the recording. Sounds good?” The two idols nodded. “Yes.”

As the music started playing, Y/N leaned closer to the microphone.

“니 눈앞에 왔잖아 내가 여기 있잖아

너의 입술로 말을 해줘 say yes, say yes”

(I'm in front of you, I'm right here

Tell me with your lips, say yes, say yes)

The two of them looked at each other with endearing smiles as the world around them disappeared, and it was just the two of them enjoying the song. With their group, even in their solo careers, they rarely did types of music that were mellow, romantic, or light. Their music often had a touch of hip hop, so creating this song was a challenge for them, but they were definitely proud of the outcome.

“...love is true.” As Y/N finished her part, it was T.O.P’s turn to lean toward the microphone.

“간지럽게만 느껴지던 눈 빛이

이제는 익숙 하단듯이 웃음 짓지”

(Your eyes that only tickled me

Now make me smile as if I'm used to it)

T.O.P held Y/N’s hand and raised it in front of the camera, making the girl quietly laugh and lightly smack his arm. All the while, the rapper continued his verse.

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After the release of the series, the OST, the music video, the groups’ fandom gobbled everything up like they never ate for weeks.

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YouTube

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[MV] T.O.P & Y/N – Say Yes | 달의 연인 - 보보경심 려 OST

Username 5: MY PARENTS ACKKKK!!! WE NEED THIS LIVE ASAP!!! To those who agree, say “I”

↳ Username 7: I

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Username 6: can you all just see how smitten he is with her :(( our tabi is growing up and falling in love

↳ Username 9: “And if he falls in love tonight... It can be assumed…”

↳ Username 10: can somebody tag me if someone makes an edit of them with “can you feel the love tonight?” lion king style

↳ Username 11: @/username10 no

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Username 12: i love how he’s so comfortable with her and is the one initiating contact like T^T

↳ Username 13: I thought I was the only one who noticed that lol they’re so sweet istg

Username 14: PETITION FOR THEM TO HAVE THEIR OWN KDRAMA

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Username 15: But can someone look at how in love she is with him too, i swear JUST SAY YOU’RE TOGETHER

Username 16: no cause if someone looks at me the way she looks at Choi Seung-Hyun I would marry that girl on the spot

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

this is my first choi seung-hyun (t.o.p) imagine! i really hope yall enjoyed this one cause i would keep writing for that man. he deserves the world fr! keep supporting him 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️ also i might do a part 2 on this depends if you all want it 👀

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