DAISY CHAIN CROWNS : Kwon Jiyong x reader
pairing : Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader
genre : fluff
description : The daisy flower has always been Jiyong’s favourite. His staple logo. His brand. The reason why is a secret between him and his favourite person. - drabble <3
little something whilst i write my Nam-Gyu story which is gonna be ridiculously wrong, as well as my Roh Jae won story and headcanon😝😝 Jae Won is extremely popular in the fandom atm not that i’m complaining 😚
The studio was buzzing with quiet energy, cameras clicking, stylists fussing, and makeup artists putting final touches on their favorite idol. The iconic daisy logo was everywhere: on the jacket he wore, the backdrop, even the tiny pins on his collar. Fans loved it. It was his brand, his signature, his symbol.
Yet, no one truly knew why. Assuming it was just a preference of a favourite flower.
Backstage, she watched from behind a monitor, arms folded, sipping iced coffee. Her cap shaded her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at her lips every time he glanced her way.
The producers voice crackled over the speakers, “So, why the daisy? You’ve used that logo since debut. What’s the story?”
He tilts his head, and smiled like clockwork, calm and composed, “It just felt right. The daisy’s simple, bright, and optimistic. Kind of like me.”
The staff nodded approvingly. No one suspected anything deeper.
She rolled her eyes but said nothing. Because she remembered.
The trainee dorms in 2006, were suffocating with pressure and schedules, but that day, they had a rare afternoon off. The sun was warm and soft, coaxing flowers from the earth like magic.
She tugged his hand, dragging him to a nearby field by the YG building, away from prying eyes and the relentless buzz of training, much to Youngbae’s disappointment as he thought they should still be practising in their time off. The grass tickled their ankles, and wild daisies swayed in the gentle breeze.
Once the two sat down on Jiyong’s jacket, Y/N immediately started picking at the flowers, making a neat array in front of her, whilst Jiyong leaned back on his elbows, his eyes slightly squinted from the sunlight. He dropped beside her and sighed, stretching his arms overhead. “Remind me again why we only get one day off every two months?”
“Character building,” she replied with a sarcastic smile, tossing a small daisy at his chest.
He caught it before it fell and blinked. “You trying to hurt me with flowers?” He questioned, his arm moving to rest loosely over her lap as he lay, basking in the sunlight.
“You need something to balance out your ego.” She snarked back.
He rolled his eyes, but she was already picking more, quick fingers looping stems together with practiced ease.
“What are you doing?” he questioned gently, watching as the girl kept trying to put her hair behind her eyes, but the soft wind kept blowing it back in her face, causing him to smile and stifle a laugh at her poor attempts.
“Making us daisy chains. Help me” she commented, handing him a couple daisies.
Jiyong laid down properly in the grass, twirling the daisies in his fingers, “I don’t know how to make daisy chains” he admitted calmly.
Y/n audibly gasped, as if he was crazy, “Alright then, weirdo, I’ll just make them myself then” she dramatically opted, causing the boy to laugh quietly, contently.
Yeah they could probably be doing a lot better things right now, like practising for both their debuts, but it didn’t matter to them right now. Not in the stillness of the field, the quiet company enough for the both of them.
Soon enough, Y/n had managed to make two daisy chains, mindlessly biting the indie of her cheek in concentration, to which Jiyong squished her cheek to scold her.
“Come here” she quietly ushered, forcing him to sit up, but neither of their smiles faded. The boy made a small face at the sight of the daisy chains, but the smile that emerged never left his lips.
“You seriously want me to wear that?” He brushed off the tug at his heartstrings. The girl merely nodded, finishing off the second daisy chain, with a gentleness that urged him to put his chin on her shoulder and watch.
The first daisy chain went round her neck to imitate a necklace whilst the other was carefully placed on Jiyong’s head.
When she placed the crown on his head, he stayed still, surprised by how right it felt.
“How do I look?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes playfully. The girls quiet giggle echoed in his head like a song he couldn’t forget.
“Beautiful Ji” She commented, adjusting the crown slightly on his head, and Jiyong’s lips softly kissed the palm of her hand.
They spent the afternoon walking hand in hand, the crown slightly crooked but never falling off.
Later, when the chain fell apart in his pocket, he carefully pressed one of the daisies between two pages of his notebook, a secret keepsake of a perfect day.
And every week up to this day, the man hand picked her daisy’s every saturday like a ritual, tying them with a piece of worn string that soon turned into pink bows.
Soon enough, him turning up to her dorm with flowers on a saturday turned into him bringing them home with him. To their home.
The shoot ends with applause and camera clicks. He bows politely, flashing his familiar post-performance grin before ducking backstage.
She’s already waiting in the corner dressing area, sitting on the arm of a makeup chair, fingers picking at the condensation on her cup.
He stops in the doorway, his jacket now draped casually over one shoulder. The daisy embroidery on the collar is still visible, outlined by gold thread.
“So,” she says casually. “You gave them that answer again.”
He chuckles. “It’s a good line.”
“You’re terrible.”
“You’re nosy.”
She rolls her eyes but softens as he walks over, nudging her knee so she makes space for him.
For a moment, they’re quiet. Just the hum of studio lights and distant voices down the hall. He leans against her side, resting his head on her shoulder.
After a beat, she murmurs, “You really still like daisies?”
“I never stopped.”
“Even after everything? The debut, the rebrand, the new concepts?”
He lifts his head just enough to meet her eyes.
“I didn’t pick the daisy because of the brand,” he says. “I built the brand around the daisy.”
