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[theformulaimagines]

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Look at that woman (breaking my heart)

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: age gap (reader is 27), major angst, fluff inbetween, my first time doing smau

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem Vettel!Reader

Prologue

Part1

Part2

Part3

Part4

Part5

Part6

Part7

Part8

Part9

Part10

[theformulaimagines]

lewis lewis lewis i’m so sorry you’ll have to see the brocedes edits and find out half the internet hasn’t moved on

[theformulaimagines]

Silver Soul | Prologue

You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion, I'm lost in admiration. Could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time…you’re just, just, just wasting time…

Pairing: Hwang Jun ho x fem!reader

Plot: A boat, a love poem, and a rejection lead to something neither one of you would've anticipated.

Warnings: mentions of blood, having a crush (its the worst), people arguing, tension

Rescuing a man not only from drowning but also from bleeding out wasn’t something you were taught back in sailing school.

„You saved my life.“, he had said, making you flinch. You looked up and through the window of the companionway. „You‘re…welcome?“, you responded taking a sip of your coffee. „Do you think you could maybe help me out again?“

Becoming his assistant and shipping him around just so he could try to locate a specific island also wasn’t something you felt prepared for. Yet, you couldn’t say no to him when he returned from the hospital.

You sigh while glancing at the sky. It‘s getting dark again. Another day went by, and still, you weren’t able to find what Junho was searching for. A part of you was starting to believe that maybe there was no island to begin with. „We should eat.“, you hear his voice from behind, and when you turn you merely nod. Junho was a reserved man, he only talked when necessary. That‘s why most meals were spent in silence.

You watch how he stares out the small window at the sky:“ Looks like a storm is brewing…those can either devastate a man or guide him towards what he‘s been looking for.“ His voice was virtually a whisper and you‘re not even sure if you were meant to hear him. Nevertheless, you chuckle quietly. „What?“, he twists his head, brown eyes inspecting your features.

„You‘re a poet now?“

For a moment he doesn’t say anything while his attention moves back down to the bowl in his lap. Then a small smile emerges on his lips: “Maybe.“

„The storm is not going to be too bad.“, you declare, taking a sip of your water:“ The seagulls are still flying relatively high. If they were on our level, I would be much more nervous.“ At your statement, he quickly lifts his head:“ What?“ It makes you smile:“ The birds. They‘re a good indicator of our weather situation. Like a forecast.“ Junho simply nods, nonetheless, he looks at you for a moment too long.

Something had shifted. Maybe it was a consequence of spending too much time together on the boat, but something has been different for a while now. And you wondered if it was a one-sided thing. Does he know how handsome he is?

„What else can you do?“, Junho asks, his voice pulling you back into the current world. “ Besides, foreseeing the weather by looking at the birds and making an actually decent soup.“ You can’t help but smile, which is something he quickly mirrors.

You position your bowl on the floor before tilting your head:“ I don’t know, guess.“ The brunette man chuckles, his voice cracking something open in your chest. „Well…“, he says:“ You were kinda insulting my poetry skills. Do it better than me.“

„Then give me a topic.“

„Love.“

You nearly suffocate on your spit. Junho merely observes you. His gaze lingers on you as if his move was calculated, and his words testing the waters. He was a detective after all, wasn’t he? If he was good at one thing, then it was getting the truth out of somebody.

Quickly you clear your throat before correcting your posture:“ Well, yeah. Okay. Sure.“ Your gaze moves out the window before it falls back on the man in front of you:” Okay, so… Love, love…love… doesn’t it fit like a glove? People claim it’s …something you just know.” Your eyes move down to your hands:” But I think it’s as fleeting as a dove. Sometimes it’s right in front of you, and the way it silently grew. But what do I know? It might all just be one big…blow.”

Silence falls upon you two and for a moment neither of you dares to even breath. The only sound comes from the weaves softly hitting the sides of your boat, the last few seagulls singing their songs before they eventually go to sleep.

„That was…wow.“, he whispers and nods:“ Really good. How- how did you put the words together like that?“ It would’ve made you laugh if you didn’t feel so much shame. „Thanks.“

„Did you think of someone in particular?“

He‘s testing the waters, and he‘s no longer hiding it. There‘s no other reason for a question like that. Not for someone like you. Yet, you shake your head. And for a short second you can see disappointment flash up in his brown eyes:“ I see…“

„Anyway, I should probably take a look at the knots before heading off to bed.“, you blurt out quickly standing up, your eyes everywhere but his face:“ You can already go to the cabin, if you want to.“ And with that you quickly disappear. Junho sighs, a disappointed frown settling on his face.

Thirty minutes later you make your way down the stairs. You make an effort to be as quiet as possible, however, the wood squeaks underneath your two feet. Quickly you change into your sleeping clothes before slipping under the blankets. A heavy breath leaves your lips as you turn away from Junho.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been wide awake. Something was off. He could smell it. And it prevented him from falling asleep. Like a tinnitus. Yeah, you were ringing in his ears like a tinnitus. He turns around.

„Are you awake?“, he whispers.

His sudden voice makes you flinch:“ Jesus Christ…I just got into bed. Well, yeah. I am.“

„You‘re not fooling anyone, just so you know.“

You wrinkle your eyebrows at his remark:“ What’s that supposed to mean?“

„It means you‘re acting weird.“

„No, I‘m not.“, you reply, eyes laser-focused on the wall in front of you. Counting the cracks. You should probably do something against them.

„Yeah? What about that little poem from earlier?“, he says, observing the way your back tenses up. He got you. Like a predator that cornered his prey. „You have been acting strange ever since you’ve came up with it.“

„You asked for a poem, and I gave you one.“

„Something is going on. Don’t lie to me.“

„Stop acting like a police-officer with me.“

„I‘m not acting like a police-officer. I‘m acting like a friend that’s concerned about you. You can’t expect me to just dismiss the fact that you’re clearly hiding something.“

„God, you‘re so annoying.“, you lay on your back now, covering your face with your two hands. Meanwhile, Junho‘s tolerance was wearing thin, his fingers were tightly grasping his blanket:“ I‘m not being annoying, Y/N!“ He slowly sits up and pushes himself against the cold wall:“ I just care about you, alright? I want to make sure that you‘re okay.“

„Oh my god! It was a silly poem!“, you speak. It takes everything in you not to toss every single pillow in his direction:“ I just want to go to sleep, Junho. God.“

„I am not going to let you avoid me like that.“

„Good night, Junho!“, and with that you turn again. Squeezing your eyes shut. Almost as if you’re terrified something will happen if you open them again.

„Stop acting like a child and look at me.“, he takes a deep breath:“ We need to talk!“ You let out a sigh of defeat before once again turning, only to discover that he‘s standing right in front of your bed. Looking down at you with an emotion you can’t identify. Was it … yearning?

„Was that so hard?“, he whispers, voice low and deep:“ Now, will you please…tell me why you‘re avoiding me?“

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Silver Soul | coming soon

Something's been feeling weird lately. There's just something about you, baby. Maybe I'll just be crazy, and piss him off 'til he hates me.

Pairing: Hwang Jun ho x fem!reader

Plot: A boat, a love poem, and a rejection lead to something neither one of you would’ve anticipated.

Warnings: mentions of having sex, depression, blood, the games, rejection, angsty but also fluff (trust!!!!!)

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (4)

summary: 'kissing someone else is not cheating' prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

It started as a stupid joke.

You were at a rooftop party, warm summer air mixing with the scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume, lounging with your friends while Jiyong had wandered off to grab more drinks.

And then, someone brought up a ridiculous argument.

“You know what would be hilarious?” your best friend smirked, already three cocktails deep. “If you said, ‘Kissing someone else isn’t cheating’ in front of Jiyong. I bet he’d have a whole crisis.”

The group laughed - because, yeah, Jiyong had mellowed out over the years, but there was still that possessive streak lurking beneath the surface.

“No way,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Come on! He’ll probably write a whole song about it.”

“It’ll be fun,” another friend urged, grinning. “Let’s just see what he does.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Whatever.”

Just then, Jiyong reappeared, two drinks in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in a silk blouse and hat. He slipped into the space beside you with a sweet smile.

This was your moment.

“Well,” you started casually, trying to avoid your friends eager eyes, “I guess it wouldn’t be… cheating if it’s just a kiss.”

His head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto yours.

“…Oh really,” he said after a beat, jaw tensing. "I see."

And then -

That was it.

No protest. No argument. No reaction at all.

He just took a sip from his straw, looking away, completely unfazed.

You blinked. Wait. What?

You had expected an immediate rebuttal, a scoff, an exasperated sigh - something.

But no. He was just calmly accepting this absolute nonsense like it was nothing.

Now you were the one panicking.

You turned to your friends, who were equally thrown off. They shrugged helplessly but kept up with the changing conversation whilst you spiralled.

Jiyong stayed for another moment, then quietly excused himself, slipping off into the crowd.

You watched him disappear, a strange feeling settling in your chest.

"Don't worry," your friend nudged you. "He's probably just brushing it off. He can be defensive."

So you let it go.

For a little while.

Until -

“Oh, shit.”

The girls grew silent and you turned your head, following their intrigued gaze.

Because the man returning to you was not your husband.

Gone was the headscarf and hat, leaving his hair tousled to perfection. His buttoned-up shirt was now loosened at the top, collarbone and tattoos peeking through.

And his usual fruity cocktail - replaced by a glass of straight rum.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your stomach flipped.

He was walking - slower, smoother, more confident than ever, no, not confident. Cocky.

The way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes swept the room like he owned it - this was not the man who shied away from attention.

This was the man who had pursued you years ago.

Dangerous. Sexy. Intense.

Your breath hitched.

He strolled right up to where you stood - a neglected cigarette left to burn between your fingertips, and he tilted his head slightly, gaze hooded, lips curving into the faintest smirk.

“So,” he murmured, swiping the cigarette from your loose grasp. “You come here often?”

You blinked up at him, completely thrown off. “Um… yeah. We come here all the time?"

He hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke away.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes dragged over you with a look that sent a thrill straight through you.

He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, before asking,

“You and your boyfriend?”

What.

You squinted at him. “No… my husband?”

His smirk deepened.

“Where is he?”

You stared.

And then -

It clicked.

He wasn’t Jiyong right now.

He was GDragon.

Oh my god.

The hot, intense, arrogant rapper you had fallen for years ago? The one who had chased you down with that insane, magnetic energy?

Yeah.

He was back.

And your friends?

They were losing their minds.

You heard one of them whispered to another, “Holy shit, he’s doing a bit.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Jiyong - no, GDragon - was watching you, waiting.

So you played along.

“…He’s around,” you said slowly, lips curling into a smile. “Why? You interested?”

He grinned, leaning closer.

“I don’t do relationships,” he murmured, reaching forward to pass you back the cigarette. His fingers lingered.

“But you… You're a temptation.”

Oh.

Oh, this was bad.

Because you were very, very into this.

Your pulse was racing, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The rest of the night was a game.

He stayed in character.

You tried to match him.

It was exciting - the flirting, the teasing, the tension.

It felt like you had been thrown back in time, back to the nights where he was chasing you, back to when he was untouchable and untamed and entirely too much.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, when usually you two would leave and go home to your cats - cozying up on the couch. But he had dragged you along when everyone piled into the car, heading to a downtown club.

A club.

It had been years since you two spent all night touching and dancing, sneaking off to the side to kiss against a wall like no one was watching.

You tried to keep up.

You really did.

But when you finally got home?

The moment you stepped inside, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your heels with a groan.

Your husband chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

You turned your head, half-lidded, exhausted, but still burning.

“…I think we’re getting old.”

His grin widened.

And then -

He scooped you up effortlessly.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes of GDragon left in me before I need my pyjamas and cuddles.” His voice was low and teasing. “That long enough?”

You swallowed.

“…Hell yeah.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you but just before he kissed you, you hesitated.

“Wait,” you murmured, arms around his neck. “You know I don’t actually believe that, right?”

His eyes softened.

Jiyong kissed your forehead, slow and tender.

“Jagi,” he whispered. “We’ve been together nearly ten years.”

He looked down at you, eyes full of knowing.

“I know.”

Because of course, he knew.

You two were connected.

Always.

He lips then found yours - hard and possessive.

And just like that, you were done for.

Because even after all these years, the darker side of your husband was still there.

And damn it, you loved it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were at some fancy dinner party, champagne glasses clinking, warm conversations buzzing around you.

And the topic of the table?

What counts as cheating?

Your friends were going back and forth, debating, until someone turned to you.

“What do you thinkm, y/n? If it’s just a kiss, is it really cheating?”

You barely had time to react before your best friend nudged you, grinning.

“C’mon, say it. I dare you.”

You laughed.

You knew this was a trap.

Seunghyun was sitting right beside you, leisurely sipping his wine, not caring to indulge in the conversation though still entertained. But his tensed frame told you that he was listening intently.

You thought about it.

Then - for fun, just to tease him - you shrugged.

“I mean…” You exhaled dramatically. “I guess it wouldn’t really be cheating - ”

Pfft.

Seunghyun made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, eyes flicking to you in amused disbelief.

“You can try,” he said smoothly, setting his wine glass down.

His voice was low, velvety, and incredibly confident.

Then he added -

“…Not like I’d ever let someone get the chance.”

You raised your brow.

The conversation continued to flow around you but something about the way he said it sent a little shiver down your spine.

Because Seunghyun was usually the calm, reserved type. He wasn’t the jealous, reactive boyfriend.

At least… not outwardly.

But tonight?

Well.

The moment he made that little comment, his entire energy shifted.

Suddenly, Seunghyun was on guard.

You didn’t even notice it at first.

But the next time someone came up to you to start a conversation, Seunghyun was just… there.

Like a shadow.

Standing so close, his presence looming, quiet but firm.

And when the guy in front of you hesitated - eyes flicking between you and your tall boyfriend - you realised.

Seunghyun was blocking you.

A human wall.

No one was getting through.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

The longer the night went on, the worse it got.

He wasn’t letting anyone near you.

You moved? He moved.

You reached for a drink? He grabbed it for you.

Someone tried to say hello? Seunghyun’s arm was already around your waist.

Usually, he wasn’t one for public affection.

But tonight?

Oh, he was all over you.

A hand on your lower back.

Fingers trailing along your arm.

His lips brushing your neck as he leaned in to murmur something about how “this party is getting boring, isn’t it, Princess?”

He wasn’t worried.

At all.

Because he was your big, scary, intimidating boyfriend.

And he could just… whisk you away whenever he wanted.

Which, apparently - he would.

Because at one point, mid-conversation, you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

What the - ?!

You barely had time to process before Seunghyun lifted you under the arms like you were a stray kitten and just moved you.

Like you weighed nothing.

“Seunghyun!” you gasped, laughing as he carried you a few steps away before placing you down like it was nothing.

He smirked, completely unbothered.

“What?” he asked, voice deep and amused.

You gawked at him, still half-laughing. “You just - moved me! Like a child!”

His brow raised slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his head, voice dropping -

“I wasn’t about to let him finish that conversation.”

Your stomach flipped.

And that was when you realised -

He wasn’t playing around.

Possessive T.O.P had fully taken over.

Your fingers curled slightly against his chest, voice softer now.

“You know I wouldn’t actually ever do that, right?”

His eyes flicked over your face - sharp, unreadable.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing just past your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Shall I remind you why?"

You sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Oh, you really, really liked that.

And from the way his smirk deepened -

He knew.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

The car ride home was loud - music playing, voices overlapping, the leftover energy of the night buzzing between all of you.

It had been a great night out, full of laughter, drinks, and just enough teasing touches between you and Daesung to make your heart race.

And then, someone in the front seat casually threw out the question:

“So, do you guys think kissing someone else counts as cheating?”

The car exploded with reactions -

“OF COURSE.”

“Duh???”

“Well, actually, it depends - ”

Daesung chuckled along with everyone, but his gaze fell to you.

Waiting.

Watching.

And when you decided not to chip into the conversation his expression dropped.

Still new in your relationship, he was tuned in to every little thing about you - every glance, every shift of your expression, every small hesitation.

And you?

You had hesitated for a second too long.

You could feel Daesung’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

But before you could answer, the conversation moved on.

The car filled with more chatter and laughter, but Daesung?

Daesung fell silent, eyes focused on the moving city beyond the tinted window.

When the car pulled up to your apartment, your roommates got out, saying their goodbyes.

You turned to Daesung.

“I'm still staying with you tonight, right?”

He nodded.

But something was off.

The usual warmth in his face had faded.

Instead, he was staring at his phone, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You tilted your head.

“…You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too casual. “Just… tired.”

"Well, you did out do everyone at karaoke." You smile, patting his thigh and letting it rest there. Your boyfriend had practically given your roommates a full concert and they loved it.

You were so happy your boyfriend and friends seemed to get along. And they loved even more when his private driver showed up to collect everyone, saving the group a trip home in the rain.

Once at his place, the two of you slowly wound down - changing into comfortable clothes, playing soft music.

But Daesung?

Still quiet.

He was fidgety, fixated on his phone, tugging his hair and covering his lower face as he intently stared at the screen in his hand.

The tension was killing you.

So you joined him on the sofa and bumped your knee against his.

“Wanna make cookies?”

His head slowly lifted.

“…Cookies?”

You grinned. “Yeah. You love cookies. And you always boast you make the best."

For the first time since the car ride, he smiled.

“Okay.”

Thirty minutes later and Daesung stood at the counter, hands completely covered in dough.

“…This can’t be right,” he muttered, frowning at the sticky mess between his fingers.

You laughed, grabbing his phone. “Let me check the recipe - ”

You weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Because his recent search history?

help I think my girlfriend wants to break up with me how to stop your soulmate from breaking up with you my heart hurts - is this normal or am I dying??? can you have a heart attack at 27?

You blinked.

Then you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Daesung stiffened.

“…What?”

You turned to him, holding up the phone.

“Baby…” you cooed, fighting back a grin. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?”

His eyes darted to the phone.

Then his hands.

Then the phone.

Then back at you.

He was trapped.

Hands covered in wet dough, unable to grab the phone or defend himself.

“…Maybe,” he mumbled, looking down at the failed mixture.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, my sweet, love.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I would never do that to you.”

His shoulders relaxed, exhaling loudly.

“…Really?”

“Of course.” You kissed him again, smiling. “You’re my favourite person.”

His face broke into a bright, relieved grin. You leaned closer once more and - instinctively - he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

Except.

His hands were still covered in wet dough.

You yelped, jerking back.

“DAE - !”

His eyes widened in horror.

“Oh -OH NO - ”

But it was too late.

His doughy, flour-covered fingers had left a big, smudged handprint on your cheek.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And then -

You both cracked up laughing.

Falling into each other, breathless and giggling, the earlier tension completely gone.

He then sat you on the counter, grabbing a soft towel. And as he wiped your face clean - pressing a hundred tiny kisses all over to make up for it - you realised something.

Daesung might be sensitive, a total over thinker, and a little dramatic…

But he was also the sweetest, most loveable person ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

damn lover boys was highly requested - sorry i've been slow with it! hope you enjoy loves <3

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[theformulaimagines]

Untitled. 2017 | Masterlist

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong but tonight you're on my mind. So…... you'll never know. Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it. Where are you tonight? Child, ya know how much I need it.

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Untitled. 2017 [part 3]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone I no longer know. For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone .Traffic lights and a transmitter radio. I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call. Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up. I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you…

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x fem!singer reader

Plot: You loved this man. Ever since you were kids. But when self hatred runs deep everything breaks under the weight of it.

Warning: english isn't my first language, angst, mentions of: depression, stress, heartbreak, friends to strangers (to lovers later (?)), swearing, grief

Previously

8 years to be precise. It’s not like he counted. But he did. It was almost unavoidable considering how he was constantly thinking about you. The grief of losing you sat on his heart like a rock, and no matter what he did, where he was, who he slept with…it never shifted. Whoever said time heals all wounds lied and needed to be shot.

The evilest thing about it was that missing you felt like a thirst. It lingered in the back of his throat. Over the years, he met new people and befriended a few of them as well. Yet, nobody came close to…you. No friendship felt like yours. The insides of his cheeks had been in a consistent state of dryness. No wonder he couldn’t move on.

Jiyong was too proud anyway. His hands had been too occupied with romanticizing his crucifixion. He could’ve called you to apologize so many times. But he didn’t. Instead, he threw himself into his work, to neglect the guilt and remorse that were running through his veins at any given moment in time. Nevertheless, he never once changed his emergency contact to anyone else. It had always been…you. Of course.

He kept a lot of secrets when it came to you. Like for example in the top drawer of his desk laid his old Nokia. Neatly placed next to a couple of old notebooks. And while he had changed his main phone countless times, he never threw it away.

Because he somehow didn’t manage to figure out how to transfer your old voicemails to his computer. And the thought of losing the last thing he had left of you terrified him to death. Jiyong knew that it was ridiculous. But that Nokia is his time capsule, a reminder of a time when he liked himself. Genuinely liked himself.

He wrote songs about you. All the time. Even if he didn’t want to. It occasionally felt like he couldn’t not write about you. Considering how your fingers were in every single crease of his brain, pressing themselves into it. God, how he missed you. And he was so angry that you didn’t reach out either.

“The phone works both ways.”, Jiyong let out, looking down at his freshly painted fingernails. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the way Daesung’s smile slowly faded away.

“Yeah, but…”, he paused:” Never-mind. Forget I said anything.”

„But what? Did she say something?“

His friend simply sighed.

„She talked about me? What did she say? Was it-.“, he cleared his throat. Embarrassed and disgusted by his own eagerness.

„Y/N misses you.“, Daesung answered after a moment of silence:” When we talk about you that’s all she ever says.”

Jiyong never acted on it. And to this day, he doesn’t understand why.

Of course, you thought about him. It was difficult not to, considering how you had loved that man ever since you both were teenagers. Running around the YG tower. Back then you’ve adored the way his haircut made him appear older than he was. You’ve always been drawn to people with confidence. And Jiyong had enough confidence for two.

You also adored the way he was treating you differently. Jiyong never truly liked a lot of people. But he cared for you. So much. People don’t know it, but you two were the main reason K-pop labels began including clauses in their contracts prohibiting idols from the same company from dating one another. YG knew. Everyone knew.

Everyone except for you two. To this day no one knows why.

„Everyone thought you two would start dating at some point.“, Daesung had told you one evening after you finished up working at your studio. It nearly made you choke on your water. „Don‘t be ridiculous.“, you only responded, turning all the remaining lights off:“ We‘ve only ever been friends.“

„No, you weren’t.“

It was a simple answer. Making you stop dead in your tracks for a second too long. You turned to Daesung who simply looked at you with big pitiful eyes:“ You know, he thinks you hate him.“

„Who?“ „You know who.“

A sigh left your lips and you grabbed your bag before stepping past your friend into the hallway:“ That‘s stupid. Why would I hate him?“ The explanation for that was so easy Daesung didn’t even say anything else. Rather, you both just walked towards the exit.

„Dae.“, you whispered as soon as you both stepped out into the freezing night. „Yeah?“

„Tell him…I miss him.“

Daesung simply nodded. And he did tell him. Jiyong just couldn’t acknowledge it.

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Untitled. 2017 | Masterlist

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong but tonight you're on my mind. So…... you'll never know. Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it. Where are you tonight? Child, ya know how much I need it.

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Untitled. 2017 [part 2]

No, is the saddest experience you'll ever know. Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know. Because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know.

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x fem!singer reader

Plot: You loved this man. Ever since you were kids. But when self hatred runs deep everything breaks under the weight of it.

Warning: english isn't my first language, angst, this has two or three parts, mentions of: depression, stress, heartbreak, friends to strangers (to lovers later (?)), swearing

Previously

„Why did you come?“

The question made you scoff. Your stomach turned into knots. „You asked me to come.“ It was valid. He did ask you. Nonetheless, now that you were in his studio it didn’t feel like a session with a coworker. When you visited Daesung a couple of weeks ago because he wanted to have an additional guitar solo on one of his songs the environment wasn’t this…this…tense. You exhaled deeply before looking at the ceiling. Did it always have those mysterious cracks?

„I think you know why.“ The words left your mouth before you could even think about them. And he did know. When he called you, you picked up after the first ring. You weren’t just here for his album. Jiyong turned his head, his eyes moving over your side profile. It has always looked so different from your front profile. You had been there for him throughout his harshest moments, and you still came back to him for more. Like a dog. It made him so…angry. Why were you doing this to yourself?

„Then talk.“

You almost flinched at the bitterness.

„I‘m worried about you.“

He sneered at your words. „I‘m fine, Y/N.“ It was his typical response. He always said that. At this point it was reflexive. Like breathing. After all, he was supposed to be fine. He had everything and more. Money, fame, girls…supermodels lining up to fuck him. Of course, he was fine. Who wouldn’t be? You eventually turned your head as well, eyes inspecting his features.

„You know you can tell that to your party-friends. Not to me.“

He didn’t react. Her voice was doing something to him…something he did not appreciate. And he licked his lips before chuckling dryly. His hands ran down his face. „What do you want me to say? Hmm? That I‘m struggling? What do you know?“ He was getting more and more angrier by the second. „I‘m not pathetic.“

„You‘re the only one who says those things about you.“ You were correct. Not completely. He knew what some people on the internet were writing about him; calling him a screw-up, an idiot, undeserving of what he had created for himself.

„It‘s not a crime to ask for help.“

He merely scoffed. Jiyongs throat tightening up at the same time. However, even the strongest people crack every now and then. „I‘m tired.“, is all that left his lips. You nodded and got up from your spot next to him, with a few steps you’re in front of your backpack. Jiyong eyed how you took out two containers of food. „Here. I know you’re not eating enough.“

Your best friend looked down at the two boxes.

„You can always come and see me when you’re hungry.“

„Is that an invitation?“

„Call it what you want.“

Two days later

It was late when the doorbell rang. You let out a heavy sigh while rising from the couch to walk over to your front door. However, one short look through the peephole and all color drained off your features.

„What are you doing here?“, you asked halfway through unlocking the front door. Jiyong chuckled dryly:“ Well, you said I could always come over.“ When did your friendship turn so rotten and foreign?

“Food is on the stove.“ Then you turned to walk back to your sofa. Some random TV show played in the background, yet, neither one of you was able to focus on that…for different reasons. His eyes detected the food- which was nothing but a simple meal. However, you have always been a good cook. Jiyong took a plate and crammed it before sitting down at the counter, his eyes moved from the screen to the back of your head.

He took a bite and wanted to cry. This tasted like his trainee days. God. His stare fell onto the stew before it moved back up to you.

“Thanks.”

“Always.”

The single word. Which was spoken so softly and generously- felt like a punch to the soul. How could you still be so fucking nice to him?

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

Why didn’t you bite back?

Jiyong took a deep breath to steady himself:” You’re always so compassionate. So nice to me.”

It almost made you laugh:” Do you want me to be cruel towards you? I figured, you already despise yourself enough. Two people would be too brutal.” You didn’t look at him nonetheless he knew you were rolling her eyes. Of course. He felt something wake up in him. Her words yanked at its chains. “That isn’t the point.”, he declared through gritted teeth.

“Then what is? Huh?”, you asked, ultimately turning around. The laughter on the television seemed to taunt him.

“The point is you are being too nice to me. Too forgiving and understanding. Like a mother. It drives me insane.”

“Then I will be less kind. Less understanding.”, you simply replied. You had learned a while ago, that pleading with Jiyong didn't work. He had this appetite to be correct about everything and everyone- even if it came to people hating him. He would wear it like a medal. Like something to be proud of.

You turned back around:” Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

He stared at you for a few minutes . Then he left. Mumbling something under his breath that rang like a “Fuck.”

You wouldn’t see him again for a while.

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Untitled. 2017 [part 1]

Time will go by, and you'll forget all that was between you and me, you and me. No, I won't wait for you, but know this, that I loved you. For the last time, the last time, for the last time, the last time…

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x fem!singer reader

Plot: You loved this man. Ever since you were kids. But when self hatred runs deep everything breaks under the weight of it.

Warning: english isn’t my first language, angst, this has two or three parts, mentions of: depression, stress, heartbreak, friends to strangers (to lovers later(?))

2004

You giggled while you heard the door fall back shut. The moment you turned around you saw Jinyong walk up to you. Timid. Which would’ve confused you if you hadn’t felt the exact same way.

„Now?“, you asked, voice hardly above a whisper. Your best friend nodded before taking two big steps forward and pushing his lips on yours. With every other person in the world, it probably would have been awkward and embarrassing, not with Jiyong. With him, it was delicate and felt right.

Maybe because it was Jiyong. Your Jiyong.

2014

A heavy sigh fled your lips while you were looking down at your phone. The kind of sigh that lingers for a while before it needs to find a way out. There was no denying that Kiko was absolutely enchanting. A one-in-a-billion kind of woman. With a face straight out of a magazine. Your chest muscles tighten while you see the new pictures, taken only a few days ago. His hand lays on her cheek. A peaceful smile played on both of their faces, while she leaned into his touch.

He declared that he didn’t have a type. Which was obviously a lie. „Are you okay?“, someone near you asks, however, their voice is so far away you almost don’t hear it. For some bizarre reason, the only thing you were able to hear was the muffled sound of your already breaking heart. It had begun to crack a while ago, but now it was in two chunks. Laying in your ribcage.

No wonder Jiyong never looked your way when girls like Kiko existed in this world. You‘re pretty. Yes. Stunning even…when the lightning is set up right. However, you‘re not beautiful. You swallowed thickly and perked up.

„I‘m fine.“

No, you weren’t. You were far from being anywhere near that. The man you’ve been in love with since you first met had a type, and you figured out that you didn't fit into that.

You started dating as well. An idol from a well-respected boy group. And while the news of your relationship wasn't well received by his female fans there was one person who loathed it more than anyone else. Jiyong. The man who was asking every single girl he met if he could call them by your name. In their troubled on-and-off relationship Kiko wasn’t Kiko…no, she was Y/N. Which led to their countless breakups.

“Why don’t you go for the real thing?“

„You know I can’t.“

2017

The studio was chilly when you walked through the door. Jiyong was sitting next to mountains of papers, notes, and empty coffee mugs.

He asked you for advice. Which, he never asked anyone else about. Maybe you should’ve known by then that he loved you. He hoped you did. He had never been good at talking about his feelings without using metaphors. His reality always had to be hidden in plain sight.

He played the tracks. One by one. And you listened. Arms crossed, head tilted to the side. „I like it.“, you let out after a few moments of silence:“ It‘s honest.“ The man in front of you hummed in response. The anxiety lines, that were covering his features were deeper than usual. Quickly you pulled her gaze off of him, terrified that in a few moments, your view could turn blurry. Rather, they glide over the notes.

„It‘s good.“, you whisper. Which wasn’t a surprise to you:“ Since when…have you been working on this?“

„A while.“, he answers, running a hand through his hair.

„Is this about-?“

Jiyong looks away. He grabbed one of the coffee mugs, bringing it up to his lips. The cold liquid tasted sour, and he swallowed thickly before setting it back down on the table. „It‘s about a lot of things.“, he then responds, licking his dry lips. His fingers play with one of the volume knobs on the console.

„I‘m sorry about that by the way.“

„Don’t. It wasn’t just you. We both changed, right? Over time priorities change.“

„No, I mean Kiko.“ At the sound of her name Jiyongs’ jaw tenses and he leans back in his chair. He wants to look at you, but he just can’t. So he stares at his own reflection.

„Well, it was complicated. It had nothing to do with you.“, he lied, his voice sounding much more careful than before. He hoped you didn’t catch up on that. But you did. „I never said that.“ Your words were cutting deep and he wondered if you realized that. Almost to the bone.

„Things happened. It wasn’t fair to her, or me, or-.“ He paused. Concerned that if you were looking too close you could catch a glimpse of your name etched into the whiteness of them.

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Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | Part 11

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: age gap (reader is 27), major angst, fluff inbetween, my first time doing smau

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem Vettel!Reader

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user 1: VCARB >>>>>>>>>

user 2: obsessed with everyone booing the FIA 😩🙏🏻

user 3: y/n tbh 🫡

user 4: @/user 3 you’re actually so real for that

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f1: stunning, spectacular give me 4000 of them

user 1: @/f1 😭😭😭😭

user 2: you looked amazing

user 3: the nepo baby of f1 gooood lord keep her off my screens

sebastianvettel: proud is an understatement ❤️

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user 1: now take a big guess WHO mentioned him

user 2: @/user 1 „i know im technically not allowed to be biased tonight but well…you know the rumors“ GAGGED

user 3: @/user 2 the way you could HEAR people GASP

user 3: god he’s stunning

A few weeks later.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Formula 1 testing week. The cars will be back on track in a few moments."; David Croft declares, looking over at Martin Brundle:" There is so much to look forward to and I am so thankful that Nico Rosberg is going to join us as well in a couple of minutes.“

Martin nods at the screen:“ And looks like Hamilton has just got into his car. I cannot lie to you, I am so excited to finally be able to look over some official data. After all those rumors of potential leaks were flooding the internet.“

„Red suits him amazingly.“, his colleague adds, making him laugh. „Looks like someone else is also amazed by him in-.“

„Good morning, guys!“, a voice cuts him off:“ Can you see me?“ The two men both turn their heads to the screen, catching sight of a grinning Nico. „Yes, hi!“, David says:“ It‘s so good to see you! How are you?“

„I‘m doing good.“, The blonde answers:“ But I fear, I interrupted you, Martin.“ He chuckles. „No, you didn't. I just wanted to point out that Y/N Vettel is in Hamilton's garage this morning as well.“ The image on the screen changes to the outside of Hamilton's garage, where Y/N is standing next to a couple of engineers. She’s wearing the signature red Ferrari jacket, while looking around the site.

„The last few months must’ve been tough.“

„Well, Nico. You know both personally. What’s your opinion?“

The blonde man sighs:“ Well, it’s important to remember that this isn’t really any of our business. Plus Y/N has a great relationship with her brother, and his opinion means everything to her. We all know how highly he speaks about him, so I believe if anything he’s happy she’s with a guy like Lewis. If they‘re both happy, I‘m happy. Everyone else should think the same about them.“

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Look at that woman (breaking my heart)

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: age gap (reader is 27), major angst, fluff inbetween, my first time doing smau

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem Vettel!Reader

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Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | part 10

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vettel!Reader

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: angst but fluff at the end

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user 2: i feel like if they hadn’t been exposed they would’ve been endgame

user 3: @/user2 ikr!! seemed really genuine

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user 1: casually cried before work

user 2: now why would you do this to me???

user 3: posting is always optional just fyi

user 4: it’s been a MONTH AND WE HAVE NO STATEMENT WHATSOEVER YET

user 5: we saw the rise and fall of them in real time i can’t do this

She hears how the balcony door opens again. „Seb, I told you I‘m not hungry.“

“Hey.”

At the sound of the more than familiar voice, Y/N turns her head around. Her eyes widen while she can’t help but stare at the man and the way he’s awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His soft brown eyes becoming more and more shiny.

Her left hand quickly flies up to cover her mouth, while she stands up to rush over to him. However, nothing could stifle the guttural sob that escapes her lips the moment his arms wrap around her shoulders to pull her close.

“Hey, hey.”, Lewis whispers, while holding back tears himself:” It’s okay.” For a few moments they stay like that before Y/N ultimately pulls back to look up at him. Her eyes are roaming over his features as if she’s worried she will forget them any second.

“Oh my God? What are you doing here?“, she asks, a teary chuckle leaving her. He can’t help but do the same, his much larger hands cupping her face:“ I just had to see you. I was at home with my parents and we just- they both kept on talking about this whole thing. And I know they meant well, but the only one I want to talk to about this is you.“

“But what about our managers? They both-.“ “Well, fuck them.”, Lewis cuts her off, leaving her gazing at him with an open mouth. He playfully rolls his teary eyes before cracking a smile:” What do they know? Right?”

Y/N smiles at him, something inside of her is waking up again. And it feels so good. She nods before clearing her throat :”Yeah. What do they know?”

Inside Sebastian is standing next to Hanna with his arms crossed in front of his chest:” Still can’t believe this.” It makes his wife laugh: ” Lewis is a good guy, one of the best. I say it’s a match.” It makes him scoff in response, the way any older brother would:” I’m still concerned about the media. When they’re back at work they’ll be treated like prey. I just know it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But they have one another, that’s probably going to be enough.”

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Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | part nine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vettel!Reader

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: angst

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Three weeks later…

This whole situation feels like a bad dream. Like a horrible nightmare. How could they have this sort of slip up? They’ve been so careful this entire time…

She can still remember the look on his face when she left their Airbnb to get into the taxi. The awful presence of their mutual heartbreak was visual in his eyes. A little break, that’s what they decided on. Their managers suggested they should get some space to breathe, some time apart to figure out what to do next. How to move forward.

She also remembers Sebastian‘s silence when she got into his car. He picked her up from the airport, his voice was coated in disappointment and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he had asked her when they parked outside his house. “We didn’t tell anyone.” “I’m not anyone.”

Y/N sighs as she brings the cup of coffee up to her lips. The cold air feels good on her hot skin as she watches the sun rise over the mountains.

“Morning.”

The young woman slightly flinches and when she turns her head she catches a glimpse of a small smile on her brother’s lips:” Sorry.”

Yet she shakes her head:” No, hi. It’s fine. Good morning.” Her hands bring the blanket closer to her chin, while the blonde sits down next to her, positioning his coffee on the table in front of them:” How are you doing today?”

Y/N licks her lips and immediately regrets it:” I think it’s too early to decide on that.” She wants to sound witty, but it just comes out sad. Her eyes fixate on the mountains and a few seconds later she blinks away the tears that are forming. Sebastian notices them out of his peripheral vision and sighs, his hand reaches for hers.

No matter how angry he has been about her keeping her relationship a secret he still loves her. So much. “It’s going to be okay, you know.”, he lets out after a few moments and watches how a weak scoff leaves her. He wonders what she would say if she knew that Lewis has been texting him regularly since they last saw one another.

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“Is she okay?”

Sebastian turns his head and when he makes eye contact with his wife he takes lets out a shaky breath. “I mean, I always reckoned that something was going on between them… but I wouldn’t know what to do if I was her.”, Hanna whispers and watches Y/N through the closed glass door:” She’s probably dying inside.”

The blonde man tilts his head at her confession:” You knew?” “You didn’t notice the way they looked at one another?”, she asks and turns on the coffee machine:” The giggling and smiling? The way he would always gaze down at her from the podium? He did take more risks whenever she was watching. God, Sebastian.” He lets out a beaten sigh.

“I wish I could do something about this mess.”

“I know you do.”, Hanna says, walking up to him:” I mean, I am glad she’s not using her phone at-.” But she is cut off by the doorbell ringing, making Sebastian roll his eyes:” It’s 8 am on a fucking Sunday, I swear to God.” He lets go of his wife before walking down the hallway. With one swift motion, he opens the door.

His eyes instantly widen at the sight in front of him.

“Hi.”, Lewis says, trying his best to smile at Sebastian but it looks more forced than genuine. “What are you doing here?”

“I have to see Y/N.”