never not my time.

[jung-koook]

260710 - hoseok on instagram: BTS WORLD TOUR 'ARIRANG'. LONDON.

[jung-koook]

oh... 😳 (cr. @taee)

[jung-koook]

he’s such a flirt 😩 (cr. movewithsope)

[jung-koook]

260705 - taehyung’s instagram story: his expression is so serious 🤣

[jung-koook]

....... I have no words (cr.)

[governments-babygirl]

jungkook in this video casually fueling the frat boy fanfics as we speak

[cupidsbling]

oh...

[writtenbyjm]

He looks so young here!!

260702 — JUNGKOOK > Brussels D-2

(cr: yh_jk0901 on X)

[thejiminiepark]

Stunning, powerful, one of a kind performer. 💎

[thejiminiepark]

" I prefer subtle elegance over obvious showiness. I pursue that same balance in music—honesty within natural expression. If I can convey sincerity within simplicity, that’s ideal."

( JIMIN for Vogue Korea ) 🌺

[espressojoons]

masterlist ✉

TOO OLD FOR GAMES (S) 𐙚 PJM | TEASER

SUMMARY. Your older boyfriend Jimin is the epitome of patience—kind, gentle, and endlessly composed, because this is definitely not his first rodeo. But every man has his limits, and patient, loving Jimin has his too. Your first night staying over teaches you what it really means to be touched by a man.

warnings. dom!jimin x sub!reader, age gap, jimin is in early 30’s reader is in early 20s, nasty filthy smut, NSFW, penetration, oral sex, light impact play, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, light biting, light coercion theme but nothing crazy

taglist. @mellyyyyyyx , @bammbi-jeon127, @swagtimemachinecherryblossom, @gs-jk, @satisfied18, @whothefuckisthishoe, @intoxicataeing, @hrttaeri, @danesbutterfly, @siasingh18, @dreamersparacosm, @olyd, @lovingkoalaface

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Jimin was an incredibly patient man, you’d come to realize. He held open doors for you, refilled your wine glass, cracked open your jars when you cooked. He showed up when you were drunk at the club to drive you home, put up with your millions of questions, let you tease him about his small hands. That was one of the many pluses of pursuing an older guy, you thought. They were too experienced to be annoyed.

But his patience was now making the pits of your stomach sour and tightening at your throat.

You knew he was a gentleman, he would never push. But you didn’t want to disappoint the somehow incredibly gorgeous man that had fallen into your orbit. When he had requested to stay the night, you’d agreed eagerly letting a string of quick “yes’s” fall out of your lips on the phone. But you knew what that usually meant, and you weren’t sure how to go about it. It wasn’t like the thought of fucking him was anything less than surreal, but you were the type that spiraled into a spitball of anxiety at even the meerest of tasks, getting to this stage with Jimin was eating you alive. 

Your gentle toned, dulcet voice Jimin was perched by your side, leaning in as you showed him your Prime day shopping cart. You liked having him so close, his scent was always a subtle mixture of soap and an earthy masculine cologne that was probably much more expensive than you realized. 

“And I thought about refilling my primer, but this one is on discount so I might get the more expensive one.” You added, as you jabbed a finger at the computer screen.

“Hmm..” Jimin hummed, running a tight hand through his hair. How sweet, you thought. He always gave his full consideration to your questions, no matter how insignificant they were. “Seems like a decent idea. But you know they hike prices up before it actually goes on sale.”

“Oh, I didn’t even consider that.” You said quickly, and drew in your bottom lip between your teeth giving it a contemplative bite. Your eyebrows were scrunched in thought. Jimin chuckled and pinched at your cheek. 

“Make a decision, kid.” He urged. You grinned in response, the nickname was so overused by him but you loved it nonetheless.

You scrolled further, adding to your cart and Jimin rested his head completely on your shoulder. His black frames reflected the blue light of your laptop, and you reached up, running an affectionate hand through his hair. He smiled. 

“Ooh, how about we get you a new wallet, I know yours looks fucked.” You chimed, your nose scrunched up in thought. 

Jimin chuckled, a honey rumble that vibrated across the skin of your neck. If he noticed the sudden goosebumps rising on your skin, he didn’t comment. “That’s very sweet of you, you don’t have to do that though.”

“But I want to.” You emphasized, while typing in the search bar. Jimin was generous with his money, unreasonably so and you snatched at any opportunity you could take to treat him even if it was a thirty bucks measly wallet. 

A comfortable silence stretched between you two as you got absorbed in your hunt. Your mind was so fogged in concentration, you couldn’t even feel Jimin's heated gaze making its way to your doe features, taking in your pouted expression with an unwarranted hunger. 

“You’re always so good to me.” He said. His hot breath gristled at your ear and you instinctively flinched. Jimin wanted to coo at your innocent reaction, how sweet and malleable you were. 

“Well, I like taking care of you.” You rested your head on his, but your eyes didn’t leave your screen. 

Jimin felt a bubble of excitement, and the perfect opportunity to leer you in. “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm..” You nodded, and rubbed your soft cheek against his ear. 

Jimin suddenly shifted his head and sat up slightly, turning his head completely towards you. Suddenly, you became all too aware of how intense his eyes were. A feature you’d noticed before, but felt unusually predatory with his full attention on you. Your throat bobbed, but you couldn’t manage the weight of returning his gaze so you kept your attention fixated on the laptop. 

Your fingers started trembling lightly, and you started clicking at random products. Not bothered by if they were relevant in any way. 

Jimin could sense your unease from miles away, a characteristic of you he’d grown to adore. What a cute girl. 

He couldn’t help but want to push at your nerves more wanting to see when you would relinquish control and give into his searing eyes. “You wanna take care of me more, kid?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish but you didn’t dare to turn your head, "W-what do you mean, Jimin?”

Jimin hummed in response, and took in your rapidly blinking eyes, like you were trying to blink away his undeniable presence. He didn’t say anything, but ran the pads of his fingers in a loose circle across your clothed thigh.

You jolted at the sudden touch, and you swore your hands looked lifeless as they clutched your laptop for dear life. Your knuckles went white, but you didn’t let go. You were silent, as if you moved Jimin would pounce on you and eat you alive. Or maybe that was what you wanted to happen. 

Jimin only felt bolder at your weighted silence. The rational part of him would stop now, and realize he was pushing at you far too quickly. And god had he kept his rational side afloat for far too long with you, but now he wanted to nudge at your discomfort a bit more. To see how far you’d really let him take things.

He continued his slow, burning circles, and smirked lightly at your breath, visibly catching in your throat. “I’m asking..” He paused. You brought a finger up to your mouth to nibble at your cuticle, “For you to look at me.” 

You paused, fully, completely. Your laptop hummed uselessly against your lap. Jimin reached a ringed hand out and closed the screen. The darkness of your apartment took over, succumbing to the lack of little illumination your screen was providing. You turned your head slowly to look at him, eyes wide and glassed over in anticipation. 

“I-I was looking for wallets for you though Ji-” You started, but were shushed by the older man beside you. His fingers kept swirling on your thigh lightly, pressing in only enough to trace the texture of your smooth skin.

You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, blinking sweetly at him. Jimin wanted to see those same eyes when he finally plunged into your poor pussy. 

“Much better.” He cooed, his fingers danced across to the middle of your thigh, starting to pace up and down instead of in spirals. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You wanted to die there and then. He had been so patient, so kind to you, and you were making him feel like he was doing a crime by wanting to touch you. In fact, his soft touch was evoking something in you that you didn’t know you could feel. 

“No!” You said far too quickly, “No no of course you’re not.”

Jimin only sighed at your response, and let his fingers crawl to your inner thigh. You froze further, and your bottom lip started to quiver. You wanted to fill the tension starting to build between you two, “You’re always so patient with me, Jimin.”

He nodded, “That I am..” His thumb brushed further up, but still not near your most sensitive area. You wanted to swallow in your awkward demeanor so bad, and you tried to slowly build the courage to do something. 

“Then don’t you think I deserve you by now?” 

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[moonjellyyyy]

AMETHYST!READER and JIMIN watch Jennifer’s Body for movie night

The laptop sits open between the two of them, balanced on a feathery half-squished pillow, its pink case glossy even in the dim lighting. Her bedroom smells faintly of clean laundry and cherry blossom fabric softener, and the curtains are drawn, the city softened into a blur behind the glass. On the pink laptop screen, the opening credits of Jennifer’s Body flicker.

She’s lying side-by-side with Jimin, their shoulders nearly touching. Jimin has made himself at home in her bed—socks kicked off, one knee bent, his shirt riding up slightly to expose the bottom of his abs when he stretches. Next to him, she lies flat on her stomach, hair fanned out against her pillows, glitter still clinging to her eyelids even though she washed her face twice.

“Do people watch this movie for the plot or are they just pretending?” Jimin asks, already smiling.

“You said you wanted to watch something fun,” she says, huffing at him.

“I did. I’m having fun already,” and she can still hear the smile in his voice.

She turns her head to look at him, squinting slightly. “The movie hasn’t even started.”

“It has!” Jimin says with raised eyebrows, nodding at the screen. “See? Small town. Ominous high school. Bad things about to happen.”

She hums in acknowledgment and shifts slightly. The movement bringing her arm closer to his, skin brushing skin, and neither of them move away.

As the movie dances across the screen and progresses, Jimin keeps talking quietly—he truly can’t help it. He comments on the soundtrack, about how old everybody looks, on how he remembers seeing this movie years ago in a cramped dorm room with some guy. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as she listens to his background commentary, the corner of her lips tugging up at his comments every once in a while.

Halfway through, as Megan Fox is onscreen, Jimin snickers a little under his breath. “They dressed her like that on purpose.”

“Duh,” she smiles a little bit despite herself. “That’s totally the point.”

“I know! I’m just saying it… works.”

He glances at her, quick and deliberate, just for a half-second. Her mouth curves upwards slightly, glossy even in the low light, and his eyes return to the screen like nothing happened.

As the movie really settles into it’s rhythm, the room grows quieter as Jimin becomes more engaged with it. His voice drops, his comments are less frequent. His arm rests comfortably along his side, close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off his skin. If either of them moved even an inch, their arms would be pressed together fully.

Onscreen, Jennifer Check is leaning close as she talks to someone, smiling seductively. Jimin clears his throat softly.

“You do that sometimes.”

She turns to look at him, eyebrow quirking. “Do what?”

“You know.” Jimin gestures towards the screen. “Lean close like that, when you’re talking to someone. Sometimes.”

“Nuh-uh.” Her eyebrows furrow. “Just with you.”

He snickers again, “I’m flattered.”

His gaze lingers on her, and she doesn’t look away from him. Jimin’s eyes are dark in the glow of the laptop, lashes casting soft shadows against his cheeks. He looks soft like this, relaxed, but there’s a watchfulness to him that makes the back of her neck prickle.

She shifts onto her side, propping her head up on one hand—facing him now. The movement pulls the blanket down slightly, and her bare shoulder catches a gentle breeze from the air conditioning. Jimin’s attention flickers to her exposed bare skin briefly before he can stop himself.

“You talk during every movie,” she points out.

He smiles slowly. “What, you’re saying I shouldn’t be?”

She snorts softly and looks back at the screen. “I’m saying you’re distracting.”

“From the movie?”

“Yes.”

“Or from something else?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she adjusts the laptop, nudging it closer to the foot of the bed. The screen angle changes, forcing them to lay closer together if they want to keep watching. Jimin notices, but just suppresses a smile and doesn’t say anything.

As the movie continues, her knee brushes his thigh, and this time she doesn’t move it away. Jimin’s breathing changes—subtle, but noticeable if you’re close enough to hear it. She is.

He speaks again, breathy and quieter now. “Your makeup looked really good today.”

Her eyes flick over to him, eyebrow raising slightly. “Today?”

“You know what I mean.”

“You say that every time,” she says teasingly, thinking of the way Jimin’s eyes crinkled when he admired the shimmer on her eyelids, her baby pink blush, the little gems she’d stick to her eyes or her cheeks. She knew he appreciated the art of it—a small part of her always hoped he just liked looking at her face, too.

“Cause it’s always true.”

Her lips press together, holding back a smile.

Their legs are fully touching now, and the warmth spreads over their skin from the contact and the fuzzy blanket. Jimin’s hand shifts slowly, until it’s resting palm-down on the bed between them. It’s close enough that if she moved her hand, her fingers would brush his.

She’s still watching the movie as it gets to a part she really likes, but she can see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, feel his gaze on her face. She can feel her attention getting pulled between the movie and him beside her, wanting to turn and ask him ‘what?’ with a cute little smile, hoping he’ll say something different than he always does. ‘Nothing.’

“Jimin,” she says softly, not looking at him.

“Mhm?”

“You’re doing that thing.”

“What thing?”

She turns to face him, and realizes quickly that they’re much closer than she thought. Close enough that she can see the tiny flecks of glitter still caught in his hair from earlier filming—close enough to count his breaths.

“The thing where you act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

His lips tug upwards into a wry little smile when he asks: “And what do you think I’m doing?”

The movie continues to play, forgotten, the laptop humming softly at the foot of the bed. Jimin’s breath is warm, he’s so close it fans across her face and she can smell his rose mint toothpaste. She doesn’t say anything back, and he holds her gaze, his eyes so dilated it looks like they’re actually sparkling.

His fingers finally move, just enough to brush against hers. The touch is feather-light, so gentle it almost seems like an accident, but the glint in his eye tells her it wasn’t.

She inhales slowly, then lets her fingers curl around his.

The laptop screen keeps glowing pink in the dark, ignored.

[jung-koook]

“sunglasses with black lenses don’t really suit me. I prefer to wear transparent sunglasses. I love the shape too.”

[eternittyarts]

rip uncle jimin insta era

insta

[ldydeath]

I Love You, I'm Sorry | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You and Jiyong used to date and after a year of no contact an accidental text leads to a series of unfortunate events.  Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Angst, but that’s about it. Author’s Note: This is something I found in my drafts the other day that I had started in June right after HITC. Due to certain life events that transpired I never finished it and forgot about it, but after reading it I knew I had to finish it and share it with the world. I’m kind of playing this as a part one to Cruel World, but I also like them both as stand alone’s as well so I’m not sure if I’ll make this an official part one. If you want to check out Cruel World you can find it here.

When you and Jiyong first got together you couldn’t imagine a life without him. And now you were standing outside a house you’d called home for years, car packed to the brim with all your belongings about to start over. Again.

It had been one stupid fight that led to this rash decision to end it. You weren’t the one to stay and work things out when it got hard. Always closing doors after one wrong move, you didn’t have the patience to stay and try to work things out. You needed out. No matter how much you loved him, it was time. 

“Bye Ji.” You whispered as you slid into the car. You didn’t bother to look back as you drove off. 

It took almost a year before you’d spoken again. A wrong text that had meant to go to someone else had been delivered to Jiyong, who’d texted back immediately. 

Finally watched Old. It was so stupid, I should’ve listened to you. 

I never saw it? 

Fuck. Sorry, I meant to text someone else. 

Ah. Good to know it doesn’t need to be added to the list. Hi.  

….hi. Congrats on the album. It’s good. 

You listened? 

Yeah. It’s kind of everywhere? Hard not to. 

So you’re not stalking me? 

No.

You’d laughed at how easy the exchange had gone. Considering you’d swore you’d never speak again. Even if you’d never deleted his number. It took you a few days to reply to him after that. And when he’d asked to go get coffee, you’d agreed. 

“Hi.” You waved when you walked up to his table, taking note of his security team surrounding the place. He’d really amped it up. 

“Hey!” He cracked his knuckles and stood up to hug you. “You look great.” He said lamely before sitting back down. 

“Thanks. You do too.” You nodded, drumming your hands on the table. “So uh. What’s new?” 

“Just getting ready for tour. You already knew about the album. So. What’s new with you?” 

“Not much. Got promoted at work. Just staying busy, you know?” 

He nodded, he did know. One of the reasons he was making sure to be out of Korea every weekend was so he wasn’t sitting here thinking about you. He’d had a ring picked out, ready to buy when you’d broken up with him. 

You’d had your problems, sure, but he’d thought your were moving past it to a better place. How wrong had he been when he’d come home to all your things packed up.

“I’m sorry.” You said after what felt like hours of silence, a sigh following. 

“For what?” 

“How I left. I was a dick. You deserved better.” 

“I did.” He nodded. “But so did you. We just didn’t work anymore.” 

“No. But maybe we can be friends?” 

“Yeah.” He gave you a sad smile before looking down into his coffee. Jiyong had never wanted to just be your friend. 

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A few more months went by, casual texts exchanged here and there. When he’d heard you’d transferred to LA for work he’d invited you to the show he was doing there. You declined claiming you had to work. But you knew the reality. If you went to his show you’d have to deal with the fact that you still loved him. You couldn’t do that. Not now when you’d finally moved on. 

You leaned over the railing of the yacht you’d rented with your friends, scrolling your phone to see Jiyong was at the airport heading to the same city as you. How ironic.  

“Oh. My. God. G Dragon is in LA?!” Your friend squealed next to you. You sighed and put your phone away. Sometimes you forgot how big his fan base was. 

“Yeah.” You shrugged. 

“I didn’t know you were a fan!” She exclaimed, reaching for her phone. 

“I’m not.” You turned back to the water. You weren’t going to explain your history with G-Dragon to a new friend. 

It was weird watching Jiyong at the airport while you were on a boat. In a past life you would’ve traveled with him. Your friend rolled her eyes, reading over the news article about Jiyong. 

“Then why were you looking at photos of him?” 

“He pops up sometimes, you know, because of everything I do for work.” You shrugged, and because you had to make sure he and your current boyfriend weren’t at the same events. 

“Mhm.” She paused, looking up at you. “He’s playing a festival tomorrow, we should go.” 

“Oh. No. I’m not going to that. But you should go.”

You turned your attention back to the water, the sun was starting to set. You knew if Jiyong was there he’d enjoy this view the most. You shook your head as you leaned against the railing, you’d moved on so why couldn’t you shake him from your thoughts? 

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Jiyong looked for you, not that he could really make out faces in the crowd, but he would’ve been able to spot you anywhere. He channeled his energy into his set, trying not to let it show how much it bothered him you weren’t there. He’d known this would be the outcome but he’d remained hopeful you’d change your mind. 

After the show, he met up with his friends who were also in town for various projects for dinner. That’s when he saw you, sitting across from some other man. His hand gripped his glass a little tighter. Of course you’d moved on, it had been over a year and you had left him. That didn’t make it any easier to watch. 

“You okay, bro?” Seunghyun's voice broke his thoughts and he turned to his best friend and nodded. 

“Yeah.” His eyes drifted back to you and he downed the rest of his drink. Seunghyun’s eyes followed Jiyong’s and widened in realization. 

“Is that?” Before he could say your name Chaerin had spotted you and called out.

You turned, wide eyed when you spotted the three of them and let out a sigh. Excusing yourself, you stood and made your way to them. Los Angeles was apparently not a big enough city to not run into your ex and his best friends. 

“Hi.” You nodded at everyone.

“Hey girl!” Chaerin stood up hugging you tightly. She’d always been one of your favorite people.

“How was the show?” Jiyong shrugged and Chaerin rolled her eyes. 

“He killed it like always. My group plays tomorrow. You should come.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” You nodded.

“I won’t be there, I leave in the morning.” 

“Oh. Okay.” You looked between the three friends. “I’ll think about it.” You turned back to your friend and sighed. “I should get going. It was really good to see you all!” You waved, turning back to your seat. 

You watched them leave a few minutes later, a sad smile on your face. Maybe that would be the last time you’d ever see Jiyong. You had no plans to go to Korea, unless work sent you out that way. 

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Sorry we interrupted your date. 

That wasn’t a date? He’s just a friend. 

Oh.

Either way, though, we can’t keep doing this. Talking like we’re friends when we’re not. 

We’re not friends?

Ji. 

I’ll see you around then. 

You sighed as you sat your phone down. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would’ve felt to see him sitting across from someone that wasn’t you. The thought made you feel sick and you groaned as you laid back in your bed. It wasn’t fair to think like that. You’d walked away from him so many times. It also wasn’t very to the guy you were very much dating (not the guy from dinner, but your very real boyfriend) to be talking to Jiyong or thinking of him for that matter.

You’d broken up with him, you had to let him go. So you picked your phone back up and did what you should’ve done a year ago, and blocked his number. You also took the time to block his socials, including the private Instagram of his that still followed you. 

Jiyong had noticed, of course, when he’d done his scrolling that night that he no longer followed you. It was probably for the best, but that didn’t make it sting any less.  He’d do his best to let you go, even if it had already been a year and no luck on his part. He had a feeling he’d always love you.

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[jung-koook]

251212 - taehyung's instagram story

[lolzworld]

Under The Mistletoe

Synopsis: Jiyong has been your best friend since you were little. Over the years, his love for you has given him more frustration than he could ever explain, but he never had found the perfect moment to finally tell you. Jiyong becomes impatient, so impatient, in fact, that he ends up just using the mistletoe above your heads as an excuse to get the kiss he has been desiring for so long.

Warnings: flirting, kissing, fluff.

A/N: Christmas special for rei and moonies Xmas special

The night air in Seoul was crisp and sharp, biting at your cheeks as you walked with your arms linked with Jiyong's, trying to steal as much of his warmth as you possibly could.

"How are you not dead yet, Ji? You're not even wearing a jacket!" You exclaimed, pulling up your thermal neck warmer so it also covered your face.

Jiyong chuckled softly, keeping his gaze set ahead as you walked slowly down the street, his speed lowered to accommodate yours as you shuffled awkwardly, all the layers of hoodies and windbreakers making your stride less than elegant.

"Good metabolism." He replied calmly.

You huffed, displeased.

"That's not fair. Why do you get to be the skinny hoe out of the both of us?" Your tone was dead serious, which only made your friend laugh harder.

"Hoe? Me? You're the one who has just gone through her 7th man." He remarked, his voice snarky in a way that made you want to either kiss him or slap him.

"That's not that bad." You mumbled, watching your feet as they dragged along the snow-covered pavement, leaving thin trails in the frosty white.

"That's only this year." Jiyong snickered.

You cringed, leaning your head back and letting out an exaggerated groan.

Had he been counting just so he could ridicule you? You wouldn't put it past him. Then again, that was kind of in the job description of 'best friend'. Still, he didn't have to be so good at it.

"At least I have actually felt love this year."

"OOo, would we call it love, though?" He teased. "I think emotionally unavailable situationship suits just that little bit more."

A scoff escaped the back of your throat before you could stop it. "Oh yeah? Where have you been all year, G-DRAGON?"

"Maturing."

The grin on his face was so smug. You just wanted to rip (kiss) it off with all of your force.

In the moment, your mind stumbled over a witty response, leaving you to settle for your usual "Shut up." line, that Jiyong was more than familiar with by now.

As the walk continued on, a warm silence settled in the air. It was the type of silence that made you sneak a side glance at your best before smiling contently.

He was so pretty.

You could never deny how you felt about him.

You had tried. Told yourself it was just physical attraction, that it meant nothing and it never would. But deep down, you knew exactly what it was.

And you knew there was nothing you could do about it.

The two of you continued on down the sidewalk, you latching onto him as he guided the journey back to a finish at your apartment, even though you would have much rather spent Christmas Eve at his luxurious, spacious, penthouse. But he had insisted on staying at yours, mumbling something about how it felt warmer and safer than anything money could ever buy.

The wind had just begun to pick up as the pair of you stepped inside the lobby of your building, making you extremely grateful for the soft light and the crackling fireplace that stood proudly in far end of the room, adjacent to the elevators.

"At least it's warm in here." You muttered, rubbing your gloved hands together in an attempt to claim back some feeling in your numb fingers.

Jiyong hummed, stepping in behind you, leaving the both of you standing in the inside arch that followed the doors.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked, looking back over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"If it's no issue." His arms came up, wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against chest.

His embrace felt warm and familiar, a feeling that seemed to seep into your heart and then be pumped through your vains, making your whole body feel fuzzy in the best way.

You knew early on that your friendship wasn't as platonic as you made it out to be.

Cuddling and sweet forehead kisses were nothing out of the ordinary for you two, even though they were things that were usually very off limits in male plus female friendships, especially in the way that you both exercise them, with such sincerity and content.

It never seemed to matter much to him, though.

He had always treated things like that as if they were the most normal thing ever, and anyone who questioned them was clearly the weirdo instead.

But even with him being so calm and accepting, you still felt a slight twinge in your chest. you knew his heart didn't falter the same way yours did when someone brought up how romantic the two of you acted. You knew he didn't blush secretly when he heard your friends discussing how compatible you were.

His stomach didn't ever flutter.

His breath didn't ever catch.

At least, that's what you thought.

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes and resting it softly on his shoulder, eliciting a warm chuckle from the back of his throat.

"We should probably get out of the way in case more people want to come in." He murmured in your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on the nape of your neck.

"It's like, 11pm, and this building is pretty much only occupied by old ladies who live with way too many cats. No one else is coming in anytime soon." You hummed back, eyes staying shut.

You heard him sigh before muttering something about how there is no such thing as having too many cats.

The two of you stayed like that for a few more quiet moments.

That was until you opened your eyes and let out of soft gasp as your eyes fixated on the roof of the archway.

"What?" Jiyong asked softly, pulling back so he could look at you.

"Erm... nothing." You stuttered, quickly turning to face him to keep his attention on you and only you.

"Just dont look up."

Now, why on earth would you say that?

You knew that he was now going to look. He really had no choice.

Maybe a small part of you wanted him to.

A confused expression sat on his face as he tilted his head back, looking up to investigate what you so desperately wanted him not to see.

Dangling only a metere above your heads was something you only ever read in books or saw in highly unrealistic dramas.

Mistletoe.

It seemed to hang almost smugly, as if it were saying "haha got you. You know what happens next."

And you did.

Atleast, you knew what was supposed to happen next.

What you wanted to happen next.

But you assumed Jiyong would just brush it off easily, chuckling about how you should make hot chocolate when you got upstairs or how silly of a tradition it was, definitely not something you should engage in.

Right?

Wrong, actually.

His gaze slowly lowered back down to you as you fidgeted anxiously with a loose string on your sleeve. He stayed quiet. Calm. He just looked at you, something awfully close to longing flashing behind his eyes.

The silence seemed to drag on, forcing you to smile awkwardly and mutter;

"Er... it's fine. We should probably head up if we want to be at my place by midnight."

Your voice was slightly shaky. The humour clearly forced. But Jiyong didn't respond.

Instead, he took another step closer to you, his chest brushing yours.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to look anywhere but his eyes, sure your expression would give you away if you did.

"All these years." He murmured, seemingly to himself.

"Im tired of waiting."

Very suddenly, though you probably should have caught on earlier, his lips were pressed softly against yours, causing you to almost stumbled back. But you managed to steady yourself.

And when you did, you melted.

Your hands found his shoulders, holding on tightly to keep you grounded, as if he was your only lifeline.

His returned to your waist, holding you close and letting his warmth consume you until you felt like a floating bubble of passion.

His movements were gentle and loving, just as always, but now in a different way.

A better way.

He was no longer holding back, and neither were you.

He was addicting, tasting like jam doughnuts and creamy coffee and slightly smokey from his cigarettes, but not so much that it was off-putting. Quite the opposite, actually. It felt intimate and familiar.

A taste you were more than ready to get used to.

It took a moment for the both of you to be brought back to the present as you slowly pulled apart.

You wished to stay like that forever, though.

He smiled sweetly down at you.

"I thought I had dropped enough hints."

Your mouth fell open in realisation. That's why you had never felt platonic.

You never were.

A/N: okayyy so this is very late, and im very sorry. And especially sorry to rei and moonie because this was supposed to be out on the 17th. Im also sorry for i fear that the end of this is very rushed and my wording is not the best at all. Despite this, I hope everyone who has read this enjoyed it and thank you to the writing challenge creators for letting me be a part of this challenge. ❤️

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Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: It’s your first Christmas living with Jiyong and he goes out of his way to make sure it’s special for you. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: So much fluff Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone! This is my little contribution to A Very Merry KPOPmas. I hope you all have/had a wonderful Christmas! Thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this and for giving me Christmas day. Not to be a sap, but this has been a rather unfortunate year for me and I have not been looking forward to Christmas, but I have been looking forward to posting this. So for any of you out there feeling a little sad or lost or lonely today - I hope this fic makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy today. 

Christmas had always been Jiyong’s favorite holiday. A fun fact you’d learned on your first date. Every year you did something special for him, as special as you could spending the holidays apart. This year though, you were finally living together. It had been a magical month of decorating the penthouse, buying unnecessary outfits for the cats, and baking up all kinds of wonderful treats. 

Well, you baked - he watched. Jiyong had been banned from the kitchen after burning soup he’d been making for you when you were sick. You didn’t even know soup could be burnt, but it was comforting to know he wasn’t perfect at everything.

It was Christmas Eve and Jiyong had planned many surprises, but there was only one he could give you tonight. After dinner with friends, he snuck off to the bedroom with a sneaky grin on his face. You, used to his antics hadn’t paid him any attention as you flipped through the channels, Iye curled up on your lap, as you looked for the perfect movie to watch. 

Jiyong came back a few minutes later, a neatly wrapped package in his hand. You frowned as you eyed the tree. Gifts had been wrapped for weeks under there, why was this one hidden?

“Go on, open it!” He bounced with excitement and a bit of impatience. 

You rolled your eyes, tearing into the packaging, Iye completely unfazed by the paper as it fell around you both. You held up a pair of pajamas and raised a brow. 

“Ji, whats this?” 

“Pajamas?” He rocked back on his heels, an excited grin on his face. 

“But there’s two?” 

“Four. Actually.” He moved to sit next to you, pointing out the two little shirts, one for each cat.

You rummaged through the package, matching Batman pjs for the entire family. It was perfect. Maybe a little untraditional, considering they weren’t Christmas themed, but you loved them all the same. 

“Matching PJs?” You grinned and nodded. 

“Batman, so we can match more than once a year.” 

“It’s perfect.” You bit down on your bottom lip, before leaning over to kiss Jiyong quickly. 

Not giving him an option to deepen the kiss, you stood up and made your way to the bedroom, quickly changing into your new pajamas. It was a silly gesture, but a cute one and you couldn’t wait for many more Christmas Eve’s spent just like this. 

When you returned to the living room, Jiyong had also changed and managed to get the cats in their matching sets as well. How he did it with such ease was always surprising to you. You hadn’t felt like you’d even been gone five minutes. Jiyong pulled you to him as you sat down placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You both stayed up much later than you’d meant to, Christmas would be here before you knew it and you knew you had a busy day ahead of you. But the option to stay curled up together on the couch drinking hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies had won out in the end. 

Somewhere between Home Alone and The Grinch you’d fallen asleep against the warmth of Jiyong. He let you sleep for a while, you looked too content to move but as his eyes grew heavy he gave you a slight nudge. 

“Santa won’t come if we’re not in bed.” He whispered as your eyes fluttered open.

“Santa’s not real.” You smirked as you stood slowly. 

“Yes he is!” Jiyong faked shock, shaking his head. “You’re getting coal for Christmas now, Jagi.” You swatted his arm and turned to head off to bed. 

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Christmas Morning was just as magical as you expected, “Santa” had in fact come in the night, coffee and assorted baked goods lined the large kitchen island and you rolled your eyes, a grin on your face as you spotted Jiyong lounging against the counter.

“Morning, Santa Halabuji.” You teased as you kissed Jiyong’s cheek before sitting down. 

“I am not Santa Halabuji!” He whined, taking a bite from his cake. 

“Sure. Sure. You’re just practicing for when we have kids.” You shrugged, grabbing your coffee and taking a sip, hiding your smirk as he choked on his cake. 

It was no secret that Jiyong wanted kids, but it still always took him by surprise when you would mention it so casually. Which was exactly why you kept doing it. His eyes found yours and he rolled his eyes when he saw your face. 

“Should we go make one?” You raised a brow at his question and looked at the clock. 

“We have lunch with your parents today. It’ll have to wait until later. I know how you like to take your time.” You teased and he groaned.  

You finished your breakfast in comfortable silence, Jiyong practically bouncing up and down as he waited for you to finish. 

“You make it very hard to eat.” Jiyong rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand. 

“I’m just excited for you to open your gifts.” He led you over to the tree and plopped down on the ground, pulling you down next to him. 

“Okay, five year old. Calm down.” You turned to the tree, eyes widening when you realized there were even more gifts now than had been the night before. 

“Told you Santa was real.” He grinned, placing a carefully wrapped gift into your lap. 

After what felt like years, the gifts were all opened, wrapping paper had been cleaned up, and the gifts perfectly arranged under the tree. A proud display of all the ways you’d spoiled each other that day. Not that either of you needed gifts, you had everything you could want in each other, this was just another way to say I love you. None of it was over the top, it was all things you’d both use and a couple flashy things to show off to friends and family. And of course, a couple more matching outfits. 

After a lazy morning of coffee and cuddles, you both got ready to head to his parents for lunch. His sister greeting you at the door, a smile on her lips as she saw you both matching. 

“Ji insisted.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

“Of course he did.” She laughed, hugging you both before you fully entered the home. 

A feast had been laid out, including all your favorites - bulgogi, hobak jeon, manduguk, tteokbokki, and japchae. There was also Christmas Cake, yaksik, and sujeonggwa. You couldn’t wait to dive in. 

You had no idea how you’d be able to eat at the dinner reservation Jiyon had for you later that evening, but you’d cross that bridge when you got to it. It has been a very kind jester for his family to include your favorites in their Christmas meal, noting that you wouldn’t be seeing your family for the holidays.

After lunch was over, with leftovers in tow, the two of you headed back to your house. It was now early morning on the east coast and you two had a FaceTime date with your family to watch them open gifts. 

The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent lounging around the house, more Christmas movies playing in the background as you two dozed in and out. It had been a simple Christmas, but it was the perfect first of hopefully many Christmas’ spent together. Christmas in Korea wasn’t much different from the States but Jiyong did a good job of highlighting what made Christmas so special here.

It was more of a couples holiday than anything else and thus, dinner reservations had only felt right. Even if you two were stuffed to the brim, he wanted to take you out, show you off. You two dressed in your Christmas best before you headed out of the apartment. 

The restaurant had been a short walk away, at one of your favorite places. A shame you had to order light, not that you minded of course. 

“Why are you eating so fast?” You laughed as you realized Jiyong’s plate was nearly cleaned. Jiyong always viewed meals as an act of love, taking his time. Most meals you had lasted hours as you enjoyed the food and company. 

“You said after dinner we could get to the kid making part of the night.” He shrugged before lifting his bowl and slurping the rest of the soup up. 

“Ji!” You shook your head. “I was kidding.” 

“Nope. No take backs.” He locked eyes with the waitress, signaling for the check. 

You laughed again, setting your spoon down and leaned back in your seat. You weren’t sure how it was possible to love him more, but here you were, heart feeling warm and happy, and definitely more in love with the man every day. 

As the night came to an end and you curled up next to Jiyong that night, you vowed to give that man everything he could ever want or need. Seeing him this happy and carefree was all you’d ever wanted for him. You couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime of Christmas’ with him. 

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