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Ethereal ; G-Dragon

Requested Characters: Jiyong (G-Dragon) / Reader //slight mention of bigbang members Genre: Alternate universe, fluff??, romance A/N: this was a prompt that was requested, but since we are no longer doing that (kinda) this happened? i dunno. technically it’s the same thing, we’re just not drawing names out of a hat // also i’ll just be using seungri’s stagename since it’d be confusing to have two seunghyuns in one story // this is also really long oops

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“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

Daesung groaned, throwing his head back onto the couch. “One day,” he mumbled, “can’t you two go one day without insulting each other?” He asked, his voice desperate. The usual sunshine of your group was honestly tired of your constant bickering you did with Jiyong. “No,” the two of you said in unison, turning to narrow your eyes at each other.

Youngbae snorted, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know what you were expecting, man. They’ve been at each other’s throats since they were in elementary.” Seungri nodded, tuning out the conversation by going on his phone. “Seunghyun’s coming to pick us up soon, so could you at least keep the arguing to a minimum until then? After you can yell to your heart’s content,” Daesung said.

Huffing, you crossed your arms and sat in between Daesung and Youngbae. Jiyong glared down at you, opting for a chair at the dinner table instead. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come along,” you grumbled under your breath. “But you did and you’re stuck with us now,” Youngbae said, putting an arm around your shoulder.

The three of you (with Seungri commenting every now and then) continued to converse idly until Seunghyun appeared in the hallway. “Let’s go,” he drawled, obvious excitement in his expression. The six of you had gone on a road trip, and were stopping in Gwangju, onward to Yeosu.

You watched as Jiyong pushed passed Seunghyun, obviously mad after your recent argument. Seunghyun raised a brow at you, an incredulous look washing over his happy expression. “Did you two fight again?” You sighed, nodding slowly. “It’s not my fault he decided to call me fat,” you frowned. Seunghyun merely shook his head, perhaps in slight disappointment. “You should really learn to control your emotions around your crush, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice just above a whisper, “I know.”

The car ride was bustling with conversation, the argument partially in the past. Daesung, Youngbae, and Seungri were singing at the top of their lungs to whatever song came up on the radio while Seunghyun added his own adlibs. The only ones who remained silent were you and Jiyoung, unsurprisingly.

You stared at the window, watching as scenery passed you by. You unknowingly began to count the signs as they went by, desperate for some sort of entertainment.

Jiyong stayed quiet, going through his phone. He couldn’t do much, as the area didn’t provide him with service, so he was basically re-reading lyrics he had hastily written down in his notes. Once he realized that his phone was almost dead, he quickly turned it off. Letting in a deep breath, he sighed and looked ahead. His eyes met yours in the mirror for a brief second, before you looked away, cheeks red. Shaking his head, he looked out his own window.

What he saw made his eyes widen in horror. “Seunghyun, watch out--”

He was too late; a truck had rammed into the side of the vehicle, causing it to roll over and hit a lamp post. Jiyong felt an intense pain in his shoulder and temple, his sight blurring. He could barely process the taste of blood before everything went black.

Jiyong groaned as he woke, a blinding light pooling into the room from the window. He squinted as he opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the brightness. The sight of his room shocked him, his hand pressing against his forehead in hopes of soothing the lingering ache. “Was that all a dream?” He asked himself out loud, confused.

A knock sounded at the door, breaking him out of this thoughts. “Come in,” he slowly said. To his complete and utter shock, you came in wearing a grin. He was about to snap at you, but you beat him; “Morning sleepy head,” you said, sitting at the foot of his bed. “It’s already two pm, I was going to wake you up.”

Jiyong narrowed his eyes at you, suspicious. “Why’re you being so nice to me?” He asked, his tone cold. You blinked in confusion, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

“We literally argued today,” he reminded you, “I insulted you. Remember?” You scoffed, leaning back onto your hands. “You always insult me, Ji, I’m not effected by it anymore,” you shrugged. “Besides, how could we have argued today? You’ve been in bed all day, silly. Now wake up, you’re late.”

Jiyong furrowed his brows, “late for what?”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged on his hand, pulling him out of bed. Jiyong sputtered at the sudden skinship, stumbling as he stood up. “You’re meeting with the guys, remember?” You said, using his words. “You have a gig today.”

“A gig?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, arching a brow. “Have you forgotten everything today? Your gig, the one you’ve been practicing for, like, ever?” Turning to face him completely, you frowned. “What’s with you today? Are you okay?” Taking a step closer to him, you rested a hand against his forehead. Jiyong stared down at you, searching your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, pushing your hand away. Ignoring your hurt expression he turned to his closet. “Can you get out? I need to change.” You sighed, slowly retreating out of his room. Jiyong let out a sigh, putting a hand on his chest in hopes of calming his heart.

What was happening?

After changing, Jiyong stepped out of his room. Upon wandering his house, he found you sitting on the couch, scrolling through what he assumed was Tumblr, a site he had seen you fawn over with Daesung.

You heard him, looking up to see him standing in the hallway, looking lost. “Did you brush your teeth?” You asked, going back to focusing on your phone. “You better have, that’s kind of gross dude.” Jiyong gave you an incredulous look. “Yes, mom, I did,” he sneered. You put your phone down, looking up at him once again. “Seriously, why’re you so moody today? I get that you’re nervous but you don’t need to push that all on me.”

Shaking your head, you stood up. “Let’s go,” you mumbled, “the boys are probably wondering where we are.”

Jiyong watched as you walked passed him, your head down. He followed you, his steps slow. Everything seemed different to him. Usually, you’d have snapped at him already but now you just looked dejected. Normally that would’ve brought some sort of satisfaction to him, so why was he feeling so... bad?

You stepped into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. Jiyong stood outside of the car, feeling out of place. Rollling down the window, you gestured for him to get in. “What’re you waiting for? Christmas?” Jiyong huffed, opening the door to the passenger seat before entering.

“Where are we going?” Jiyong asked after a moment of silence. “The club.” Your answer was short and he could tell that you weren’t in a good mood. “Did you drink the lemon water like I told you to?” You asked, turning on the air conditioning. “What?”

You let out a sigh of frustration, “I’m guessing you didn’t. Jiyong you told me that you coming down with a cold and your voice was a bit raspy.” Your tone was like that of a scolding mother’s. “This is your biggest gig yet, but you couldn’t prepared yourself even in the slightest?”

Jiyong opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it. You stopped at a red light and rested your head on the wheel. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “You’re probably really nervous right now and me reprimanding you isn’t helping.” The rest of the drive was in silence, Jiyong watching you with curious eyes. “We’re here,” you said quietly, stopping the car.

Jiyong got out of the car, shocked to see where you had stopped. The club was the busiest one in town. Looking back at you, he was surprised to see you wipe your cheeks before stepping out of the car. “[Y/N] are you--”

“Let’s go in,” you interrupted him, walking ahead of him to the entrance. You quickly flashed a card to the bouncer out front, who let you in. The club was surprisingly busy for almost three in the afternoon.

The two of you spotted the boys almost instantly. They were sitting at a booth, talking among themselves. “Hey,” you greeted, sitting beside Daesung. “Someone’s late,” Seungri sang, a joking grin playing his lips. “He decided to sleep in today,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Jiyong sat beside Seunghyun quietly, not responding to the boy’s jesting. “Excuse me,” a foreign girl said. Jiyong looked up to see who appeared to be a worker, tap you on the shoulder. “May I speak to you,” she glanced at the others, “in private?”

Nodding, you excused yourself from the table and followed the girl to an isolated corner. “Who’s she?” Jiyong asked, nodding his head toward your general direction. The boys shrugged, “we see her around a lot, but [Y/N] won’t tell us who she is.”

You sighed as you stopped walking. “What is it now, Erinn?” Erinn glared at you. “I thought I told you to stay away from Jiyong,” she spat. You rolled your eyes, not intimidated in the slightest. “Jiyong’s my best friend, so I think he’d be a bit suspicious if I suddenly stopped hanging out with him.” Your eyes trailed away from her, resting on the stage. “Besides, I’m practically their manager, so that’s a bit difficult.”

You began to walk away, but her hand clasped around your wrist. “This is your last warning, [Y/N], stay away from my boyfriend.” You scoffed, a bitter smile on your lips. “Your boyfriend? Jiyong hasn’t dated since he graduated high school. Stop trying to bullshit me,” you grumbled, pulling your arm away from her grasp.

Erinn let out an angry gasp, her hand moving up to slap you. “What are you doing?” Freezing, Erinn looked up to see, you guessed it, Jiyong. “Jiyong-ssi,” she stuttered, “[Y/N] provoked me, so I--”

Shaking his head he turned to you. “You okay?” You nodded, not that fazed by the girl’s actions. “Jiyong-ssi,” Erinn exclaimed, trying to get his attention. “Look, I don’t even know you, so if you’ll excuse us we have things to do.” Jiyong quickly pulled you back to the table, gently pushing you back into the booth.

“What was that?” Youngbae asked, looking at you with a concerned expression. “Just some crazy fan of yours,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Daesung asked with a frown. “If Jiyong hadn’t rushed to you, you would’ve been hurt.”

You glanced at Jiyong, who was staring at the table, before answering. “I’ve been slapped by her before, she’s really weak so it’s fine.”

“What?” Jiyong blurted. “Jiyong it’s fine,” you pressed. “You’re performing soon, so you should go warm up. I have to talk to the owner anyway,” you quickly moved out of your seat, before Jiyong could say another word.

Jiyong bit his lip, watching your back. Why had he felt so angry when he found out you had been hurt before? He would’ve just brushed it off, but something about you just felt different.

The performance lasted for two hours. Apparently they had booked the time months ago, something Jiyong wasn’t really prepared for. While they sang and rapped, Jiyong’s eyes kept going to you. You had been smiling and singing along, seemingly knowing the songs word for word.

You had seemed so ethereal in his eyes, it was insane. He wanted to see you smile again, as if it were a necessity.

“You guys were great,” you said happily when they walked off of the mini stage. You had towels and water bottles ready, which they took gratefully. “That was even better than your practices!”

Jiyong watched as you smiled with the boys, not minding their sweat. “Jiyong?” Your voice rang in his ears, overpowering the sound of his racing heartbeat. “You okay?”

Jiyong was slow to respond, but he nodded nonetheless. “Peachy.”

You smiled at him, wavering. Before he could stop himself, Jiyong found himself dragging you away from the boys. He ignored the hollers and cheers from the boys as he exited the club with you. “Jiyong--” He stopped suddenly, causing you to walk into his back. “Smile.”

“What?”

Jiyong realized how dumb he sounded, but it was too late to take it back. That’s what he thought, anyway. “Smile for me.” Pausing, he looked away bashfully. “Please.”

“You’ve been acting weird today, Ji. Did you have a bad dream or something?” You could say that, he thought. “No,” he stammered. “I just like how we are now.” Slowly, his eyes met yours.

Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump.

He remembered the last time he felt like this. Nervous around you. It was in elementary school, when he first met you. He didn’t know how to react around you, so he kind of just snapped at you. Until now, he didn’t know why he always shook whenever he was around you, or why he couldn’t speak clearly.

I liked [Y/N].

“So please, just smile for me.” You looked up at him, worried. Sighing, you allowed yourself to smile at him. With a smile, you said; “you did great today, Ji. It was exhilarating to see you guys up there, performing and having fun. You seemed to really give it your all today.”

Jiyong felt the corners of his mouth tilting upwards, and it wasn’t long before he was full on grinning at you. He could tell past feelings were resurfacing but he didn’t care. He liked seeing you smile.

Gasping, Jiyong bolted up. Daesung jumped, his eyes snapping open. “You’re awake!” He exclaimed, standing up in shock. Jiyong’s eyes darted across the room. The room had a strong smell of disinfectant and the beeping of the heart monitor droned on. “A dream?” He asked himself, resting his head in his hands.

“I’ll go get a doctor--” Jiyong shook his head fervently. “Where are the others? Are they okay?” Daesung nodded slowly. “The doctors say that it’s a miracle that we’re alive. We weren’t hurt as bad you and [Y/N] were, since the truck hit your side.” His eyes widened. “Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked, his hands starting to shake.

Daesung gestured to the wall, “they’re in the next room... What’s up with you? You usually don’t care about--” Daesung gasped when Jiyong detached the IV, ignoring the blood that came out of his arms. “Jiyong, what--”

Jiyong rushed out of the room, his legs weak. holding onto the wall, he slid open the door to the next room, instantly seeing you sitting up in your bed, the other guys surrounding you.

They all turned around to see Jiyong standing in the doorway, blood dripping down his arm. Daesung came rushing behind him, trying to get a nurse’s attention. “Oh my God, Jiyong your arm!” You exclaimed, shocked to see him up and standing.

Jiyong quickly pushed passed Seungri and Seunghyun, stumbling over your bed. “Hey, are you okay?” Youngbae asked worriedly, resting a hand on Jiyong’s shoulder. Jiyong leaned forward, silencing everyone in the room.

Your eyes widened, staring into Jiyong’s. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours sent your heart racing. The boys gasped, recoiling in shock. When he pulled away, you were shaking. “I like you,” he whispered, his voice faltering. “I started liking you when we met,” he confessed.

“Jiyong,” Daesung mumbled in surprise. None of the boys had expected the sudden confession; honestly they really believed that he hated you. “I got nervous when you suddenly went up to me, so I yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

You let out a breath, still interpreting the situation. “So, you’re telling me that after all these years, the only reason why we argued was because you liked me?” Jiyong nodded slowly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re an idiot!” You exploded angrily.

Jiyong flinched, but nodded again. You let out a groan of frustration before glaring up at the boys. Quickly getting the message, they left the room in haste. “I can’t believe you,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. He bowed his head apologizing again.

“Stop apologizing, will you?” You said, your voice soft. He glanced up at you through his hair. Sighing, you rested a hand on his cheek, to which he leaned into involuntarily. “I’ve liked you since we were in the tenth grade,” you said, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I saw you being nice to your girlfriend and I kind of just, I dunno, fell.” He listened to you intently, eyes staring at you intensely.

“I guess I just wished you were nice to me, which lead to me thinking of situations where we were,” you paused, clearing your throat, “a couple.” You looked down in embarrassment. Jiyong chuckled, placing a hand over yours, making you looked up at him. “Do me a favour,” he mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips. “Smile for me.”

You did.

If Jiyong was unsure about his feelings, he was definitely sure in that moment. Leaning in, he pecked your lips. Your smile grew and he did it again. This time, he stayed close to you. Your lips moved in sync, quickly finding a pattern to move along to.

When you heard someone clear their throat, you parted slowly. You looked to the side to see a few doctors and nurses at the door, chuckling nervously.

“That was very sweet and all,” one of them said, “but we need to treat your arm.” Your eyes trailed down to Jiyong’s still bleeding arm. “I appreciate the gesture, Jiyong, but I’ll say it again. You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“Never ever say that again.”

this was so rushed sorry to the anon who requested this oml

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