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its-straykeedz · 9 months

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my you; jjk

Pairing: jungkook x reader;

established relationship!AU, non-idol!au;

Genre: drabble;

Rating: fluffish smut? smuttish fluff? idk;

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: swearing; mature content as in: ✋job, oral seggs (m receiving), swallowing;

Disclaimer: this is pure fiction; also, I’m not a native English speaker and my English is a bit rusty, so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes!

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“He’s so handsome.”, you exclaim.

You’re currently on your phone, your favorite artist just posted a new story on his social media. As soon as he hears your comment, your boyfriend’s head snaps up to look at you, brown doe eyes staring at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Who?”, he questions, looking at you through his hooded eyes.

You turn your phone to him, showing you the latest picture of Kwon Jiyong.

“Yah!” Jungkook, your boyfriend, gasps dramatically. “You shouldn’t be talking like that about another namja!”, he playfully scolds you.

You giggle at his reaction, finding it cute.

“Why not?”, you tease him. “He is handsome.”

He scoffs. “Okay. Then you know what?”, he asks, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “I’m going to become an idol too one day, so everyone is going to compliment me and you’ll feel jealous.”, he says with a satisfied grin on his face.

You let out a laugh, before you playfully elbow him. “Oh my God, Guk, don't tell me you’re jealous!”, you say, poking at his puffy cheek with the tip of your index.

He glares at you, though playfully. You know deep down he’s not serious. He knows you have eyes just for him, and that your crush for Jiyong is merely platonic. He just likes to tease you about it from time to time, and you don’t mind it.

“I’m not jealous.”, he scoffs.

He’s not, you believe him. That’s one of the things you like the most about Jungkook.

You come closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know you’re my number one.”, you purr, kissing him again, this time a little bit closer to the corner of his mouth.

He scoffs. “But I’m not Jiyong. He’s handsome.”, he mocks you.

He doesn’t look at you, nor does he turn his head to let you kiss his lips. You know he’s just teasing right now.

“Mh, yeah, he is.”, you place a kiss on his jawline. Your hand travels all over his torso and abdomen, before slipping right under his t-shirt. His breath hitches. “But he’s not the namja I want…”

Another kiss, this time closer to his collar bone, and Jungkook has to physically stop himself from letting an obscene moan escape his throat. Your hand has reached his chest, and when you delicately pinch his right nipple with your fingers, it sends a shiver down his spine and he feels himself getting hard, underwear getting tighter and tighter.

“Oh, he’s- he’s not?”, he asks, biting on his lower lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva.

“Mh, he’s not.”, you repeat. Your other hand runs through his dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a muffled moan from Jungkook.

“A-And who is the one that you want?”, cock painfully hard in his boxers, he craves your touch somewhere else than his chest right now.

You seem to have read his mind, because the hand that’s currently under his t-shirt starts to travel downwards. You feel his breath hitch once again and you smirk, a satisfied grin on your face at the way he reacts to your touch.

Your hand finally slips under his sweat and boxers, fingers wrapping swiftly around his painfully hard length. You give his cock a slow pump, and place another kiss on Jungkook’s collarbone. Jungkook lets out a deep, guttural groan, and you feel yourself getting wet. Oh, how you love seeing him so vulnerable to your touch just like you are to his…

“You.”, you whisper on his lips, thumb delicately brushing over the sensitive tip of his dick that’s wet with his arousal.

You feel him thrust his hips upwards, desperate for some friction.

“Please…”, he moans, before wrapping his own hand around your wrist.

You can’t help but bite on your lip at his reaction. Seeing him so desperate and flustered is the biggest turn on for you, and he knows that.

“I’m gonna show you that I really mean it.”, you say.

Your lips are so close to his he can actually feel your hot breath on his skin. He wants nothing more than for you to kiss him, so he places his other hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you closer so that your lips can finally touch.

What was supposed to be a normal kiss eventually turns out into a make-out session. You start to move your hand up and down his length slowly, and you use the pad of your thumb to gently spread his arousal all over the tip of his cock.

“Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath, breaking the kiss. “You’re so good at this, jagiya…”, he groans, his gaze dropping to his crotch, where your hand disappears under his clothes. “Want to see you while you do it…”, he whispers, looking at you with his dark chocolate eyes, filled with pure lust.

You nod, before retrieving your hands from his underwear, and he whines at the sudden loss of contact. You slip your fingers at each side of his sweats, and in a matter of seconds, he helps you slide them off his muscular thighs, finally freeing his cock, now rock hard and yearning to be touched again.

You wrap your fingers around his cock once again, and start pumping his length at an excruciatingly slow pace. Jungkook lifts his t-shirt up in order to have fully access to the sight of your hand pleasuring him, exposing his six-pack in the process. You can’t help but let out a gasp and lick your lips at the sight.

“You’re so hot, Guk…”, you whisper, not even thinking about halting your movements. “Want to pleasure you all the time…”, you mutter, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

He lets out a choked moan at your words. “Me too- fuck” he groans out of pleasure when you squeeze him a little bit tighter “Think about you all the time, jagiya… want to be inside of you every hour, every minute, every second…”, he whines.

“I’m all yours, Guk.”

You feel him buckle his hips in pleasure at the sound of your words and that makes you want to pleasure him even more. Without stopping touching him, you quickly kneel before him and gently tap on his thighs with your fingers, and he spreads them even more. You position yourself between his legs, one hand still wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, pumping him slowly because you know he’ll cum if you start moving your hand at a faster pace.

“Fuck.”, he swears once again once he realizes what you’re about to do.

“Shh… Just sit back and enjoy.”, you whisper, before engulfing the tip of his cock in your mouth.

He chokes on air as soon as he feels both the wetness and warmth of your mouth around him. It’s been so long since he last got to feel your mouth around him. Too long. To him, at least. Your mouth feels like heaven, and he’s genuinely scared he’s going to cum sooner than he’d like to.

You look so fucking hot with his cock in his mouth. He thinks it’s his favorite sight. No, no, scratch that, his favorite sight is definitely you on all fours when he fucks you from behind. He feels himself getting harder at the thought.

“Fuck, like that, jagiya.”, he grunts when he feels you taking him in deeper, your tongue flat on the underside of his length.

He places his veiny, tattooed hand on top of your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging at it, careful not to hurt you. He looks at you through his hooded eyes to see any sign of discomfort on your face. There’s none.

“You’re so good to me, jagiya… What did I ever do to deserve you?”, he asks, more to himself, running a hand through his dark hair.

It’s not like you could answer him anyway, since your mouth is full of his cock. And he loves it. Also, he can’t wait to reciprocate. Fuck, the thought makes him even harder than he already is.

“The prettiest baby…”, he mutters, tugging at your hair tighter “And you’re all mine.”, he moans, delicately thrusting his hips upwards to touch the back of your throat with the tip of his cock.

He notices the way you squeeze your thighs together in search for some relief, and he smirks.

“You like it when I tell you that you’re mine?”, he teases, voice raspy.

“Mh-hm”, you hum around his cock, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes.

As soon as your eyes meet his, he feels an intense wave of pleasure washing all over him, and he feels his orgasm approaching. “Fuck, jagiya, I’m close.”, he whimpers, still staring into your eyes.

You know just what to do to send him over the edge.

One of your hands moves from his thighs to the base of his cock and then downwards to his balls. It’s unexpected and sudden, and his eyes close shut in pure pleasure as he bites down on his lower lip so hard you’re scared it’s going to bleed. You feel his length twitch inside your mouth, and you know he’s so close to cumming… You relax your throat and take him even deeper until the tip of your nose brushes up against the skin of his lower abdomen.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”, he chants, and you feel him tense under your touch, body becoming stiff. “I’m cumming, oh God.”

He kicks his head back, and you feel his cock twitch once again as he empties himself inside of your warm mouth with a choked cry. You swallow his release and pull away from his softening cock, letting it slap against his naked abdomen as Jungkook tries to regain his breath.

“Shit, jagiya, it was amazing…”, he exhales a deep breath, running ha hand through his hair.

“So,” you start, still on your knees between his thighs, looking at him “do you believe me now?”

He does.

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obsessedwithbbandsuju · 4 years

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Worth It

“You ever wonder what it’s like to be dead?”

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Son Taeyeon

Warnings: ANGST. And I mean serious angst, with obvious allusions to depression and suicidal thoughts. Mentions of death are prominent. Codependence also, maybe. Keep in mind that this is not necessarily a healthy mindset if gone wrong. Also, there’s swearing, plus some content that might be taken as slightly NSFW.

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

eonni: a term used by a female to refer to another female, older than her, that she is close to

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They were sitting on Jiyong-oppa’s bed, with Taeyeon’s back to but not quite touching the headboard, and the entire apartment was silent. Even outside they could hear no sound, like the city of Seoul had been uncharacteristically considerate and decided to quiet down to give them some peace. Maybe it was beyond egotistical of Taeyeon to even imagine the idea of an entire city doing anything for just the two of them, but that was the thought that came to her mind, and she couldn’t help it. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever been the humblest person in the world.

“…Hey.”

Jiyong-oppa looked up from his notebook, cradled in his lap as he was doodling what was presumably potential designs for Peaceminusone. Taeyeon was glancing up from her laptop, too, having been jotting down some lyrics. Their eyes met.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“You ever wonder what it’s like to be dead?”

Jiyong-oppa paused, considering her inquiry. An onlooker might have balked from the conversation that was going between them – just a moment before, they’d been working separately for hours on end, not saying a single word and not even glancing at the other despite the fact that they were facing each other on the bed, and close enough for their outstretched legs, resting limply on the mattress, to be intertwined – and now they were finally acknowledging each other’s presence, the first words exchanged between them being about what it would be like to be dead.

But Taeyeon wasn’t sure that either of them even had the capacity to understand how weird this could seem any longer. It was so perfectly ingrained in her – talking to Jiyong-oppa about the thoughts that went through her head – that she’d long since forgotten the feeling of fear that he would judge her. Regardless of if those thoughts were about death, or books, or parenthood, or human selfishness, or relationships, or anything else.

“More than once,” he admitted, even though the word admitted implied some kind of shame or embarrassment, any reservation about telling her the fact, and that couldn’t be further from what was in his voice or demeanor at the moment. He sounded casual – no, he was casual – just as casual as she was, asking him the question. Actually, stated was a much more accurate way to describe the action that saying those three words had been.

Taeyeon arched her eyebrows slightly, a wordless beckon for him to continue. Jiyong-oppa shrugged.

“I don’t know. Mostly I think it’ll be like sleeping, I guess. Nothing. No memories, or feelings. Or consciousness.” His tone was matter-of-fact. That answer hadn’t changed since the last time she had asked him this question. Taeyeon strained to remember when that might have been. Six years ago? Seven? Five? She was losing track.

Just like back then, he had the same thoughts she did on the matter.

“My father said he found that idea scary,” she said absentmindedly, the childhood memory tickling at the back of her skull. She didn’t recall the context of his words, or why her forever-distant father would tell her something so personal. Maybe he hadn’t even been telling her directly – maybe she’d overheard it, or found it written somewhere. That was probably it – no way her father would have opened up to her about something like that.

“Understandable, I guess. Do you?” Jiyong-oppa’s tone was mild. There was curiosity in his eyes, but a mundane kind of curiosity that reminded Taeyeon that this was far from their first time talking about this.

“A little?” She wasn’t sure. She supposed it was a scary idea, and one that had the potential to make her panic – because really, the idea of being conscious of absolutely nothing for the rest of forever was an unnerving one. But quicker than the fear of that was the logical fact that she didn’t have any reason to be afraid, because she wouldn’t even have a mind left to do that with. If death erased all of her, it would erase her ability to feel anything right along with the rest of her, too.

And even barring that, there was the fact that…

“But on the other hand, I think having no consciousness for the rest of eternity would be weirdly comfortable. Maybe even comforting. Don’t you think?” That was true, too. It’d be peaceful, just like sleeping, only there was no chance or need to ever wake from it. Life was pretty exhausting, after all.

“Yeah.” Even though Jiyong-oppa sounded more or less flat, Taeyeon could hear the sincerity in that single word. She wondered why he didn’t bring up the fact that she’d already asked him this before, and that he’d already asked her this in the past, too – that they both already knew what their answers were, and somehow even knew that those answers wouldn’t be changing anytime in the near future.

Well, she didn’t really wonder. She already knew the answer, after all: there was an odd comfort in it, just like the odd comfort of death that she’d mentioned. Even though the topic could be considered macabre, talking about it with each other had a comfortable lull settling over both of them. That was probably so because, in a way, she thought, they were just talking about another of the many similarities shared between them. The fact that they would inevitably die soon – and it really was so soon, in the grand scheme of Earth’s history, the universe’s history – the same as everyone else on the planet. More than that, the fact that they thought similarly even about dying and its unavoidability.

Jiyong-oppa tossed the notebook onto the stand next to the upper part of the bed, the motion somehow lazy despite the quick movements involved. His aim was precise, and the notebook landed with a sharp slapping sound against the hard marble. Taeyeon blinked.

“…Hey, Taeyeon?”

“Yeah?”

“You think living until we have to die is even worth it?”

Taeyeon arched her eyebrow, glancing down at her computer screen to make sure the progress she’d made was saved before she closed the laptop and set it aside on the same stand Jiyong-oppa had put his notebook, albeit with considerable more care than it had received. That was a question they’d never asked each other. Somehow, they both knew it wasn’t a matter that was entirely foreign between them, but it had never been verbalized. She could feel Jiyong-oppa’s gaze on her, steady. Expressionless, but not closed off – on the contrary, it was genuine, in fact, because his sincere feelings about the question really were that bland. She knew that from experience, and she understood what that felt like because it was the same for her. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but it was what it was.

“Who knows?” She placed her elbows on the thighs of her outstretched legs and settled her chin into her palms, ignoring the pain of the bones digging into flesh. “I doubt there’s even a right answer to that.”

His lips quirked, but he said nothing as she elaborated.

“I mean, it’s tiring to live. You and I know that both of us have more than our fair share of moments where we wonder why we bother.” Where did she – where did they – even start with those? The thought was enough to make her lips curve upward very slightly. Taeyeon liked to remind herself to keep her privileges in mind, no matter how strong the occasional urge to start purposefully dropping plates on the ground and watch them shatter got; she was successful, she was fairly rich, she was cisgender, she was considered attractive, she had dear friends, she and her group had a fanbase that she was unspeakably grateful to. She knew Jiyong-oppa kept that all in mind, too, and neither of them would ever presume to compare their plights to those of the truly, legitimately unfortunate. That didn’t mean that life wasn’t a pain in the ass for both of them, though.

“Yeah. It fucking sucks.” Jiyong-oppa’s statement was bland despite the profanity, like he was talking about the weather. Then again, they both sounded like this a lot, especially when it was just the two of them, especially when it was at night, when the rest of the world was asleep, and all the pretenses and all the need to have the pretenses began slipping away. They would all be back eventually, firm and steady and without a crack – they had to be, after all – if the public saw them like this then the consequence could be their careers at the worst. If that happened, they were really fucked.

“Sad to say that you’re right. But there are nice, beautiful things about life too, you know?” A strand of hair fell over Taeyeon’s eyes as she let her body slump against the headboard fully. Folding his legs and closing the distance between them somewhat so she was within his armlength, Jiyong-oppa reached over and tucked the lock away, secure behind her ear. His fingers brushed against her cheek – they were warm, just like his eyes. Taeyeon stared back at him, neither of them blinking, but the contact wasn’t awkward in any way.

“Such as?” he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

Taeyeon didn’t answer immediately, didn’t really feel like either of them felt the need for her to. Driven by impulse more than anything, she opened her arms. Without a beat of hesitation, Jiyong-oppa wriggled forward into her embrace until his head was resting on her chest, tucked under her chin, and his slim upper body settled between her spread legs. Taeyeon inhaled deeply, the weight of his body on hers bringing her its usual steadfast comfort. Adjusting himself a little, Jiyong-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist, blowing contentedly against the flesh of her throat.

“Soojin, for one,” she said. “Yuna. Sunbin. Minhee-eonni. You.”

“How flattering,” Jiyong-oppa mumbled into her neck. “You think I’m nice and beautiful?”

“Only because you think the same about me.” He let out a quiet hum of agreement that vibrated against her. Taeyeon paused for a moment, putting one hand on the back of his head and stroking. His hair was soft, the strands sifting between her fingers. “Books I like. Music I like. My career’s a blessing when it’s not shitty. People are pretty lovable when they don’t suck ass.”

“Wow, this is shocking progress,” he commented, with that slight air of cheekiness that only she seemed to ever be able to detect. “Here I remember fourteen-year-old you ranting to me about how much you hate people.”

“I’m an introvert. I still do. But I love them sometimes, too,” Taeyeon replied. “Besides, don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what I mean.”

“Yeah… I agree with you.”

Taeyeon snorted. “About you knowing exactly what I mean, or…”

“About your answer. Life is a shithead sometimes and I don’t always feel the urge to waste all the effort it takes, but it’s enjoyable too. Or can be, at least.” He raised his head, and their noses nearly touched. Taeyeon’s eyes flitted to his lips, a fact that she didn’t bother to hide. Especially when she could clearly see his eyes going to the same place on her anatomy.

His breath fluttered against her cheek. Removing her other hand from the small of his back, Taeyeon placed it instead on his face, her thumb settling under his eye. Wordlessly, she pressed their foreheads together, and Jiyong-oppa’s hand came to curl around hers. Even though his hands weren’t particularly large, they were still larger than hers. Taeyeon liked how his fingers fit snugly over hers when they compared hand sizes for fun, knowing all the while what exactly the difference would be.

“You think we’d be together after we die?” he asked softly, like the question itself was a secret.

Taeyeon found that her voice came out hushed, too. “Probably not.” The answer was honest, but laced with reluctance. It might be hypocritical of her to be reluctant to admit something that she thought was true – after all, she had never liked fantasies, had promised herself that she’d do her best never to allow herself to be fooled by them – but she couldn’t help it. Death and the lack of consciousness that it brought might sound comforting, but that most definitely didn’t appeal to her.

Jiyong-oppa made a soft noise of agreement, somewhere between dejected and noncommittal. “You’re right that death might be relaxing in a way, but since we won’t be together, I guess it would be better to put up with life.” As he spoke, he inched upward, and Taeyeon made no move to stop it. She only had time to dip her head once to show her agreement before slowly, languidly, their lips came together, melding into one. Even as her eyes slid closed, Taeyeon could feel the gentle brush of his fingers against the skin of her throat and pulse point.

His kisses, the touch of his hands – well, just him – was different. She’d been in romantic relationships with other people before, but she’d never felt so secure with anyone else. Jiyong-oppa had an uncanny way of making her feel stable, grounded; it had always been that way since they were young and bumbling and green. Taeyeon wasn’t sure she was recognizable from the little child she’d been back then, but she knew she did share a similarity with her: that Jiyong-oppa was her constant, unspoken as that fact went, just like she was his.

Even now, when they were older and talking about dying. Even now, when neither of them could really place their relationship. They weren’t even officially together, Jiyong-oppa wasn’t her boyfriend and Taeyeon wasn’t his girlfriend, but they definitely weren’t just friends, either. Friends didn’t moan softly as their lips slotted against each other’s, soft and reassuring and so, so warm, like Jiyong-oppa moaned just now, breaking away just for a second to suck in air before diving in again. Friends didn’t cling to each other’s bodies with desperation and fervor, like Taeyeon’s hands groping at Jiyong-oppa’s face and nape. Friends didn’t spend nights curled up together like Taeyeon and Jiyong-oppa had spent the previous week and would undoubtedly spend tonight, sometimes with his face buried in her neck and their fingers intertwined together and sometimes with his arms around her waist and his body pressed flush against her back, strong and safe.

They separated just slightly, shoulders heaving, noses brushing. Taeyeon’s temperature felt distinctly higher than it had been before their kiss.

“I won’t die yet,” Jiyong-oppa said, his voice soft, throaty. “The world’s worth it for me, if you’re in it.”

Taeyeon closed her eyes and leaned into him, removing her hands from his face in favor of wrapping her arms around him and squeezing. Even though he didn’t say it, she heard the plea in his words, in his tone. She had to admit, the thought of leaving him alone – it did scare her. It terrified her, in fact.

Jiyong-oppa returned the embrace just as fiercely, his breathing steady against the shell of her ear. The only thing just as terrifying as the thought of leaving him alone, Taeyeon realized, was the thought that he might do so to her.

“I won’t die yet either,” she whispered. “If you’re here, the world’s worth it for me too.”

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haruharu-soloday-blog · 6 years

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Dragon Money Pt 4

Pairing: JiyongxReader Summary: You come to the conclusion that agreeing to help Jiyong wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Notes: I realized that I’m really bad at updating and I’m sorry for that. I’m going to try and be more active/frequent, but I’m working two jobs so I can’t make any promises. As always, thank you for reading and let me know what you think! For @vipnetwork

You tightened the grip you had on the steering wheel and for the tenth time that night you wondered why you agreed to this and debate just turning the car on and driving home.

After agreeing to help Jiyong, the two of you had gone over the plan. Or more like he gave you orders before strutting out of your apartment like he was never there. His orders were very simple; be at the meet point at 10pm Friday and stay in your car with the engine and lights off. So there you were, anxiously waiting in an empty parking lot. Maybe you shouldn’t have shown up 20 minutes early.

A sharp knock against your passenger window startled you out of your doubts. There was a man on the other side of the glass and all you could make out in the night was the black ski mask he wore. Panic and fear coursed through your body with every quick beat of your heart. You were just about to turn the engine on and floor it out of there when the man raised a small flashlight. He first flashed it at you, making you squint against the sudden harsh light before he pointed it at himself. You were able to see the only visible part of his face; his eyes.

They were lined again with heavy black makeup, but you’d know those eyes anywhere. The weight of the stare both comforting and unnerving. The beating of your heart slowed down and you were able to release the death grip you had on the steering wheel to unlock the doors.

Jiyong gracefully slid into your passenger seat, the sound of another door being open alerted you that someone else was going to be joining your little adventure. You glanced back as the man settled himself in your backseat. He was also wearing a black ski mask but when he looked up to meet your gaze you could see he had soft brown eyes. They looked kind.

You turned back to Jiyong. “Turn the car on and pull onto Riverside. Go straight for three lights and then make a left onto Cardinal.” You opened your mouth but he shook his head. “Don’t ask questions. Just drive.” You narrowed your eyes at him but followed his orders.

The three of you drove in silence with Jiyong occasionally giving directions. “Turn in here and kill the engine.” You turned into a long and narrow alleyway, the width of it probably just wide enough for you to be able to open your car door. You parked and turned off your car before turning to Jiyong expectantly.

Jiyong took a moment to let his eyes wander around the alleyway. When he seemed satisfied with what he saw he pulled off his ski mask. “This man,” Jiyong nodded his head to the man in your backseat who gave you a little wave. “Will be helping you with the mission. You will not see his face or know his name, but you can address him as D-Lite. You are to deliver a package to a man who will meet you on the street corner. He will also give you a package in return. Once you have traded packages, you are to start walking away and back to this alley. D-Lite will then come from behind and steal the package back from the man.”

“Why would he do that?” You interrupted, confused by the point of the mission. Why deliver something if you’re just going to steal it back.

“That’s none of your business.” Jiyong snapped. He then paused and raised an eyebrow as if daring you to interrupt again. “D-Lite will run the opposite way from you but the minute he takes off, you have to start running. Do you understand? The man will be angry and he’ll come after you.”

“Why will he chase me and not him?”

“Because he’ll assume the two of you are working together and you’d be the easier one to catch.” Jiyong held out his hand and D-Lite handed him a dark brown paper package, about the size of a book. Jiyong passed it to you and you were surprised by how light it was.

“What’s in it?” You asked as you flipped the package around to inspect it.

“That’s none of your business.”

“That seems like your favorite phrase.”

Jiyong was clearly not impressed with your sass. He pulled something out of his coat pocket and handed to you. You turned it over in your hand and realized it was an earpiece. “I’ll be here in the car but you’ll be able to communicate with us through that. When talking you’ll address him as D-Lite and myself as Dragon. Your handle will be VIP.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a dumb name.”

“It’s a temporary handle we use with people like you who help on single missions.”

You placed the earpiece in and pouted at Jiyong. “So I don’t get a cool unique nickname?”

“No.” Jiyong’s voice came from in front of you and through the earpiece. “You ready?” You took a deep breath and gave yourself a mini pep talk; you could do this.

You opened your door and stepped out into the cold night. The package held tightly in front of your chest like a shield as you slowly walked down the alleyway to the street. The night was quiet and dark, not a soul in sight. The eeire atmosphere sent a chill up your back and you’re struck again by fears and doubts. “Oh god, why did I agree to do this again?”

There was a low chuckle in your ear. “I wonder that myself. Keep your focus VIP, turn right and wait at that street corner.” The corner in question is maybe 20 feet from the entrance to the alley but it felt like miles as you made your way over to it. Once there you stood under a streetlight and faced the road. You tried to relax, not wanting to look suspicious.

“Hey.” A voice spoke from behind you.

You whirled around to find a man creeping behind you. He had long greasy hair that looks just as unkept as the clothes he was wearing. Dirty and ripped, the sweatpants and flannel looked more like rags then clothes. You took notice of the small drown package he held in his hand by his side. The man eyed you up from head to toe before his eyes locked onto the package in your hands.

“So,” The man met your eyes and cracked a smile to reveal a line of rotting yellow teeth. “Nice weather we’re having.”

“Tell him ‘yes, yes it is’ in those exact words.” Jiyong ordered. You relayed the message and tried not to flinch away when the man’s response was to take a step closer to you and hold out the package in his hand. You used one hand to grip the offered package and the other to hand over your own. With the transfer completed, you took a step backwards in the direction of the alley.

“I heard there was rain in the forecast.” The man spoke again, still smiling.

“We’ll have to enjoy the sunny days while we have them.” You repeated the words spoken in your ear. You’re relieved when Jiyong tells you it’s okay to head back to the car. The man in front of you gave you all kinds of bad vibes. You turned away from the street corner and had to force yourself to keep your pace slow. It’s almost over, you told yourself.

You’re 10 feet away from the entrance to the alley when the sound of a commotion and a shout from behind you had you glancing over your shoulder. You looked back and watched as D-Lite pushed the man into the wall before taking off around the corner with the package safely tucked under his arm. The man scrambled to get to his feet and watch as D-Lite disappeared.

Then he turned and locked his eyes on you.

You gasped and took off down the final few feet of the street. You heard the man chasing after you as you took a sharp turn into the alley. You made it two more steps before you froze and realized there was a problem.

The car was gone.

“D-Dragon?” Your hands shook so badly you weren’t sure how you kept your grip on the package. Where had he gone? He wouldn’t just leave you.

Right?

Suddenly your car came into view at the end of the alley. The passenger door swung open to reveal Jiyong in the driver’s seat, leaned over the center console. You watched his mouth move as his voice spoke in your ear. “Come on! Run!”

You took off again down the alley, your heart racing as fast as your feet. The space between you and your car was getting shorter and shorter.

25 feet

15 feet

10 feet

A loud bang rung out from behind you and you felt your hair rustle as something flow past and embedded itself into the side of your car. You came to a standstill, your brain tried to process the fact that there was now a bullet hole in your car.

The world seemed to be slipping away from you. The sound of someone speaking urgently in your ear was muddled and distant. The only thing you could focus on was the fact that a few inches to the left and that bullet would have put a hole in your head instead of your car.

“(Y/N)!” You’re snapped out of your haze by a harsh bark in your ear. Your eyes drifted from the bullet hole to the man behind the wheel. His eyes were burning. “MOVE!”

You took off in a sprint, not even slowing down to get into the car. Instead, you drove head first. Your elbow made a sickening thud as it collided with the center console.

Once your body was in the car, Jiyong stepped on the gas and took off down the road. At the first corner, he pulled the emergency brake and ripped the wheel to the left, effortlessly drifting your car around the corner. The passenger door swung shut from the turn. Jiyong straightened the car and continued to drive.

It’s quiet for a few minutes in the car. Your head was rested against the center console as you took deep breaths to try and calm down. At one point D-Lite reached forward from the backseat and took the package from your death grip.

Jiyong stole a glance at you before he returned his eyes to the road. “You know, it’s dangerous to sit like that while I’m driving.”

You raised your arms over your face, exhaustion seeped into your every muscle. “Go to Hell.”

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bbreactions · 2 years

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GUESS WHO’S BACK? BACK AGAIN?

Life is unpredictable. How do you know you’ve made the right decision? Through time you judge and comment others’ life. Is that right? Obv not. But we all still do it. Even with the sign angel over your heady there is no way I am gonna believe you that you never judged or commented on someones life or action.

I am typing that feeling like an old af lady. It’s just that some variable impact on your life and I know that changes you. But would you as a friend stand by someone even if they changed and that change simply wouldn’t click in with you?

That one change?

Would it be worth it?

Now I saw the gif and I remembered the song loser. Ever feel like a loser?

Huh, who doesn’t?

I wonder what would happen if Seungri hadn’t done the bullshit he allegedly did. He has to accept bigger conequences because “he was someone”.

Would you say you are nothing?

No.

Big bang always cheered me up. So here we go. They cheering me up bc I need them to.

________________________________________________________________

I came in walking on Daesung and T.O.P arguing about whose hair looks better. You couldn’t stand an watch/hear them argue over something that obv GD is the winner.

They both looked at you.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” they said both at a time.

“Jiyong wins my little boys.”

They knew that you would say that. Of course, since you were no. 1 fangirl and their make up artist. But mostly thruogh the work you developed a bond- making you care very much about them. Them all. Even about Seungri-with whom you were particurally close, since the recent events.

“Did those rashes fade away, Dae” you said knowing ofc you gave hime the best advice.

“NO. THEY ARE STILL HERE.” he said sttubornly, crossing his hands.

He couldn’t just admit the fact that those 3 years of cosmetics school gave you the basic knowledge to help with simple skin problems.

“Tabbi~ You ready for our daily face care? You know those fangirls are waiting for your update. I heard that they want the pink hair back.”

He looked scared at you.

“No. I agreed to do that for th album before the military. I am not doing it again”

You heard he must be in a bad mood, because let’s be honest the crazier the idea the more he liked it ofc.

Jiyong stepped in with the fancy af look of his.

“OHHHH OUR SENPAIII IS HEREE~~” T. O.P had to start.

Jiyong went along with it.

“ My students bow abowe me, your senpai has comen.” he said bowing back, while T.O.P and Dae started bowing on their knees

Sometimes you wondered how old they really are. Even tho, it was time for make up and you were ordered to make them look young ang hit for the time. They’ve been out of the kpop scene for a long time and it’s gonna be a big bang when they appear on the screens once again. New song is up on the rising and today is the first they are doing after all the years.

Taeyang was gonna be late because of his family situation at home. Wife was busy and he had to step in and take the time to look afer his child for some time.

You did your best ot get al those old babies on the chairs to do some magic and put some glitter on them to make them shine

They were out of shape, a little rusty let’s say for the talking shows, but since you heard all of the jokes they were particing and you laughed to all of them, they all thought they were next generation comedians.

Sadly that was not the case.

You tried hard to catch them up with current popular shit, but sadly you were a little bit behind too.

So they were very surprised when a cameraman with a very young man holding a microphone came up to them while in changin room/ make up room.

T.O.P jumped from the chair and hugged Dae who started high pitched screaming. And GD who just looked at the boy confused af.

Little did they know that that “boy” as they imagined was one of the biggest and the most famous idols at the moment. Actually for a couple of years to be honest.

That was a surprise and a half?

Who is that?

You dare to guess?

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exhoe-imagines · 3 years

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G-dragon fluff Drabble pleaseeee + no specification

a/n: god i forgot how much i love writing for jiyong PLS - ruby

✵ gn!reader, baking together, established relationship, winter vibes but no holiday specified!

Jiyong’s lips catch yours the moment you turn from the counter, tasting like chocolate chips from stolen bites of cookie dough. Your flour-caked hands leave palm prints on his dark shirt, but he merely pulls you closer with a grin, chest expanding beneath your touch with a stifled laugh.

“You--…” He tries to silence you with a kiss, but you persist. “Need to stop… Eating.. The cookie… dough.” The words come out in a staccato between pecks, your mouth curling into a knowing smirk when he huffs in response. “Or else I won’t be able to make these cookies you said you’d die without.”

When he pulls away to reply with a snarky retort, you take the opportunity to snake your way out of his grip, barely escaping his sticky, sugary fingers as they attempt to latch onto the tie of your apron. The neatly tucked bow unravels, but you sacrifice the fabric and reach for the bowl of cookie dough while Jiyong growls playfully behind you.

“Baby…” He whines, as you hold the bowl above your head with both hands. “Hand it over!”

You giggle before clearing your throat, forcing your expression into feigned determination. “Over my dead body,” you state, raising your chin. The kitchen sits in silence for a moment, two, and then Jiyong has that look; eyes thinned, dark pupils sparkling.

You’ve been chased by him enough to recognize his familiar stance, and you barely take off before he does, the sound of his socks sliding against the tile filling your ears seconds later.

❅ snowy sunday drabbles ❅

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chimwho · 7 years

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lure

/lo͝or/

verb

tempt (a person or animal) to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward. synonyms: tempt, entice, attract, induce, persuade, seduce etc.

// kwon ji yong

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luvksj · 3 years

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Vampire!BIGBANG: Spying On Them and Finding Out They Are A Vampire

[A/N] another bigbang imagine, i’m sad because my favorite ever writer for some of the greatest yandere fan fictions on tumblr suddenly disappeared along with the masterlist i saved so... i’ll try to write some yandere if i have time or can be bothered.

hey sorry for not including seungri, don’t hate him but i couldn’t think of any ideas for him that could be misinterpreted ‘mocking’ his current scandal so i do apologize !!! please forgive me also for not uploading this in over a year because i couldn’t think of anything to write for him !!! curse this stupid writer’s block !!! anyway, here you go

[updated ver: march 2022]

T.O.P

You were stubborn by nature and if your boyfriend, Choi Seunghyun, refused to tell you why he would disappear for hours every week then it was up to you to find out.

With the location tracker you turned on secretly before he left, you were standing in front of one of Seoul’s most high-end clubs: DOOM DADA. The waiting list was two years long but being the girlfriend of the mysterious Choi Seunghyun had its perks.

You easily entered the club, ignoring the jealous stares of the other clubbers. The club had a strict dress code to which you were forced to adhere too and you quietly watched clubbers mingle with another dressed in elegant yet unique clothing, wearing a mask to hide their identity. Like an informal masquerade party.

Picking up a drink that was ridiculously expensive and sure to take a huge chunk out of your bank account, you floated around... looking for your boyfriend. A strange gentleman offered his assistance, “I’m looking for Choi Seunghyun. Do you know him by any chance?” you asked and the stranger nodded, pointing towards the VIP section.

He was making out with women and that made you mad. Was he cheating on you this entire time? Many questions ran through your head and you couldn’t pull yourself away from the scene, continuing to watch your boyfriend hungrily suck the neck of this woman while you watched.

Suddenly, the woman screamed. Not out of lust or euphoria but out of fear and pain. You looked at your boyfriend and that’s when you saw it. He pulled away, giving you a clear image of his true form.

Blood red eyes, mouth smeared in blood and his fangs dripping in it. You were stunned by the revelation, stumbling back in disbelief. You turned to the strange gentleman, asking him to the exit. He escorted you to the exit and even to your awaiting Uber. “What’s your name?” you questioned, getting in the car.

“Dong Youngbae but everyone calls me Taeyang,” he responded.

The ride home was antagonizing since all you could think about was that moment, the moment on constant replay. Thanking your driver, you darted to your shared apartment and kicked the door open, throwing yourself inside and slamming it shut.

You sighed, believing you were safe. Oh, how I pity you.

Turning around, there he sat in all his glory. His mouth still smeared in blood, You froze, how did he get here before you? Leaning against the couch, his eyes held no emotion as he got you, slowly approaching you.

Your body refused to move, it was frozen stuck on the floor. He never takes his eyes off you, he admires you in your attire and comes up behind you, firmly wrapping his arm around your waist, preventing you from escaping.

Leaning down to your ear, he whispers something sending chills down your spine and nibbles on your neck.

“So, Y/N... did you enjoy what you saw?”

Taeyang

From the start of your relationship, he was very particular in what you knew about him. Which wasn’t much and every time you’d ask where he disappeared to every Friday night, he either completely ignored it or made up some excuse. You finally had enough and followed him, curiosity killing you.

You turned on his location services secretly and waited until he had fully left before following him. Using Google Maps, you found yourself in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gangnam. Parking your car further away, you quietly walk towards the place, passing Taeyang’s car on the way.

Finding a window, you crouched in front of it and slowly peeked into the window. Your boyfriend, Dong Youngbae but more commonly known as Taeyang, was standing over a huge pile of animal corpses. He lifts his head briefly to breathe and that’s when you saw it. His big secret.

His face was smeared in blood, his eyes glowing red as he continued devouring the blood, his clothes had stain spots of blood which came from his fangs that were dripping in blood.

You duck down, covering your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. You took a few minutes to calm down and risked looking again, he had finished and was discarding the animal corpses. You ran off, back to your car before he saw you, and sped away.

You spent the night at a hotel, needing time to process what just happened. You couldn’t face him right now. He called you in the morning, asking why you weren’t at home and you fed him some excuse before abruptly hanging up, preventing him from asking anything more.

For an entire week, you avoided him and every time he’d ask about your whereabouts, you lied telling him you were on a last-minute work trip. You eventually returned home on Friday night, knowing he’d be out.

Racing inside and to your shared bedroom, you thought you were safe. How gullible are you, darling? As soon as you closed the door and turned around, there sat your beloved boyfriend, on your shared bed. Staring at you with a blank expression.

“Jagi! You’re home!” he says and you freeze. Fuck, what was he doing here? “Taeyang? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out?” you ask, stuttering out of pure fear.

He stood up, approaching you and before you could run away, he pinned you to the wall. “Work trip, eh? I called your work and they said you weren’t on any work trip. You lied to me.” he says.

His eyes glow red, “So tell me, Y/N...” his grip tightens on your wrist making you whimper in fear, leaning away from him as he comes closer, pressing his body against yours.

“Where were you? And don’t lie to me.”

G-Dragon

Jiyong had told you many times to not worry about where he goes every week, disappearing for hours. “It’s safer if you didn’t know.” he would always say, the answer to your questions about his whereabouts. You finally had enough and tailed him one night, determined to get the answers yourself.

He was a very successful businessman, owning some of South Korea’s most popular and famous nightclubs and art museums. Being his girlfriend meant you had VIP access to all of them which you took advantage of tonight, easily getting into his most famous nightclub: CRAYON.

According to the tracker you planted on his car, this was where he was. You obviously didn’t want him to spot you so you wore clothes you usually wouldn’t wear. Blending in with the other clubbers. You even went the extra step and dyed your hair a ridiculous color.

The things you do for your curiosity...

You searched every inch of this club and even asked others if they have seen him but nothing. You were close to giving up when you spotted him, exiting a private room: looking incredibly disheveled.

His hair was messy, clothes crooked and covered in lipstick prints. This angered you: had he been cheating on you this entire time? Was spending hours every week making out with women when he had one waiting for him at home, worried about him?!

You were about to confront him when something halted you in your tracks. With help from the club lightning, you saw that his eyes weren’t their usual warm brown but a dark red, his fangs dripping in a red substance -- which you concluded to be blood.

His entire mouth was covered in it and some had even gotten on his clothes. You were baffled by the discovery, was this the thing he never wanted you to find out? It had to be. You disappeared into the crowd as he turned towards your spot, quietly maneuvering your way out of the club.

Noticing your distress, someone offered to help you and allowed you to stay with them for the night. “What’s your name?” you asked. “Choi Seunghyun,” he replied and you both talked a lot during the car ride, discovering you shared many common interests which included chairs.

The following morning, Choi Seunghyun told you that someone was here to see you... which didn’t sit very well with you. Your beloved boyfriend, Jiyong, walked into the spare bedroom of Choi Seunghyun’s apartment and smiled at you... almost mockingly.

“Babe! Thank god, you’re okay!” he exclaimed, wrapping you in a big hug while you just remained frozen using your eyes to ask Choi Seunghyun for help or answers but he just shrugged.

“Don’t you know how worried I was when you didn’t answer your phone?” he stated and he tightens his grip, whispering something in your ear which made your blood run cold.

“I know you were there, Y/N. I felt you staring and... I found your tracker.” he holds the crushed device in front of you.

Oh shit.

Daesung

Daesung was one of the best things in your life, truly. You loved him wholeheartedly, he could turn any sad day happy instantly. But you were getting suspicious of him and where he’d disappear to for hours in a day. Anytime you’d ask him, he’d deflect it immediately. Finally, you decide to investigate the matter yourself.

Taking the risk and hiding in his messy car, covering yourself in the misellaneous crap which covered his car floor. You were really risking your life here and prayed that it would be worth it.

After what felt like hours, the car stopped moving. You waited until it was clear before crawling out of your hiding spot and unlocked his car using your keys which contained a spare key to his car... but he didn’t know about that. You tumbled out, groaning at the back pain you gained, and walked (limped) towards the building he disappeared into.

This abandoned building was bigger than it appeared and it took you a while to find out which room Daesung was in. Peeking through the small crack of the door, you saw him standing with four other people, and without hesitation, they started hungrily kissing five girls that responded just as hungry.

Your heart broke at the sight. Was Daesung, your lovely, sweet, kind, caring and teddy-bear boyfriend been cheating on you this entire time? Tears were running down your cheeks but bit your lip to prevent sobs from escaping and were just about to run away when something stopped you.

A scream emerged from the room and looked back to see something horrifying. They, including your boyfriend, Daesung, were sucking the girls clean of their blood. Once their bodies fell limp, they extract their blood-coated fangs from their necks looking real messy.

Their hair was messy, their faces covered in blood as blood also dripped from their fangs. You got out of there fast, headed to Daesung’s car, revved the engine, and drove off at an outrageous speed which would definitely get you a speeding ticket but didn’t care about that right now.

Something invisible collides with his car causing a sudden jolt to occur which left you unconscious. “Miss! You’re awake! Do you remember what happened?” a doctor questioned, the light becoming too much, painfully lifting an arm to shield your eyes as you shake your head softly. “You were in a crash,”

He explained what happened and the injuries you obtained: a few fractured ribs, a broken wrist, some internal bruising and other minor injuries but otherwise ok. “There’s someone here to see you, they’ve been waiting ever since you came to the hospital. I’m going to let them in.” the doctor said and left before you could protest.

In walks Daesung. You could see that he was not happy, he entered wearing a stoic expression and slowly approached you. “I’m very glad you’re ok, Y/N. I was really worried when I heard the news,” he says as he takes a hold of your hand.

“But how did you have my car because I took it with me? Do you know, Y/N?” he questions, looking at you but you looked away. He grabs your chin, yanking it so you were forced to look at him.

“Looks like you’ve got some explaining to do, huh?”

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brunettemarionette · 3 years

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"Oh my god! I love this song!" you screamed, leaning forward to turn the volume up as you began to sing 'Fantastic baby' you were their biggest support when it came to music and their lives.

Seunghyun grinned to himself but tried to hide it as he watched you through the mirror as you danced in your seat between Jiyong and Daesung, both of who were watching you with fond smiles.

Youngbae smiled at you as he nodded and tapped along with the beat feeling his heart flutter when you smiled widely when his voice rang through the car stereo.

The four of them gazed at you in amazement as you sang and acted so carefree. You grabbed Jiyong's hand and began serenading him as he just laughed, a small blush formed on his cheeks.

Suddenly everyone in the car was singing along to the song as you clapped happily. They all eyed each other carefully, knowing they were all completely wrapped around your finger and in love.

#Kwon Jiyong #choi seunghyun #Kang Daesung #dong youngbae #g-dragon #taeyang #T.O.P #daesung #bigbang #bigbang kpop #bigbang scenarios #bigbang reactions #bigbang imagines #kpop #kpop imagines

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blu-joons · 2 years

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HUSBAND BIG BANG A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kwon Jiyong

A ⇴ AFFECTION

The two of you are very private with your affection, you guys only really tend to be affectionate with one another when you’re in private, when you’re absolutely sure that no one else is watching you or making you blush.

B ⇴ BOYS

You met the boys by accident at an event, leaving you completely flustered on your first meeting. They couldn’t help but be touched by how shy you were to suddenly be around them, slowly building from the first meeting to get to know you better and see just how happy Jiyong was around you too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Nothing else mattered as far as Jiyong was concerned when it came to comforting you. He was really good at just listening to you, he’d sit with you for at least an hour if he needed to so that you could get rid of absolutely everything that was stuck in your brain, sitting beside you and keeping you nice and warm too.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Although he’s definitely not the best at being domesticated, Jiyong tries his best to help you out where he can. His favourite thing to try and do with you is cooking, whilst you tend to take control of the tricky jobs, Jiyong is always there with a knife in hand, offering to chop up some ingredients. Jiyong learns more than anything else, with the ambition of one day being able to cook you a meal all by himself.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Everything had to be perfect when it came down to his proposal, Jiyong settled for nothing less. He was keen to be the one to design your ring too, he had plenty of plans in order to make your ring exactly how you’d like it, looking through several different designers too to work out whose work he liked the most. He wanted it to be personal to you, with the rest of his proposal being intimate between you both too.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Jiyong’s favourite thing about being with you was how supportive you always were of him. It didn’t matter how busy he was, and how neglectful he could sometimes be of your relationship, you still always made sure to cheer for him. Your support and the dedication that you gave to his career too often gave him inspiration when it came to song writing, often motivated by having such an understanding partner.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

You both definitely enjoyed staying in more than you did going out. Even if you had absolutely no plans at all, the two of you still loved just being able to be at home, close out the rest of the world and enjoy time together. Quite a lot of the time Jiyong would cancel other plans too when he had the chance to be at home with you.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Neither of you were particularly fussed about going on a massive honeymoon, instead you decided to just go on a few trips and tick things off of your bucket list. You preferred home and being in your own space, so rather than an extravagant honeymoon, instead you just decided to make the most of your time off.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were often surprised by little gestures from Jiyong when you least expected them to remind you that he loved you. He especially loved to write little notes for you to find around the house that he knew would put a smile on your face, and also saved him the embarrassment of you seeing him blush when you found them too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He definitely wasn’t the loudest person in the room, and so when Jiyong got jealous, he worried a lot of the time. There weren’t many times when he could get jealous, mainly because when the two of you went out you tended to stay right by each other’s side for the entire evening. You could tell from his face though when Jiyong got quiet, he’d become distant, and stare off too, letting you know that he was anxious about things.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you definitely knew that kids were something that you wanted, it was just a matter of when. You felt like things were coming together, moving in, getting married, feeling comfortable with your careers too, and so when all of that was complete, you knew the next thing to do was think about starting a family.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Work was never too far away for Jiyong, even on your lazy days. He still loved to work on things, especially lyrics, but a lot more relaxed and less stressfully than he did during the days that he spent at the studio. It’s often quite beneficial for Jiyong too because as he works, you’re in the room with him and often available to give him a little bit more motivation, often not even realising that you’re helping Jiyong out.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Neither of you are morning people, you tend to rely on each other quite a lot to get yourselves up in the morning. If Jiyong is up first, he’ll make a little bit of noise to make you stir, or if you’re up first then you’ll cuddle up to Jiyong to try and encourage him to wake up, even if that usually ends up with you going back to sleep.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

Just about every evening is lazy for the two of you, you put a lot of focus on relaxing yourselves and winding down from work in the evenings, you try and do as little as possible and just enjoy being with each other.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jiyong was obsessed with your laughter and how infectious it was too. Despite how quiet he sometimes could be, he still loved to be the one to make you smile and pick himself up too by hearing your laugh.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

When you visited Jiyong in his studio, he absolutely loved it. Not only did he love the satisfaction of knowing that you’d thought of him enough to make the effort to go and visit him, but Jiyong also loved having some company for a little while and being able to show off to someone all of the things that he was working on.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Quite a lot of the time Jiyong would ask you if you wanted a sneak preview of something that he was working on. It was always secret between the two of you, knowing that if anyone found out, he could get in bother.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Of course, Jiyong being Jiyong got a tattoo when the two of you got married to remember the day by. He had the perfect space on his chest to be able to get a tattoo, making sure that he got the date tattooed first, and then drew up a few different ideas that he could add too in order to make it even more special.

S ⇴ SILENCE

You both quite enjoyed your silent moments from time to time, you didn’t always find yourselves needing to talk to be content with one another, just being in the room together could be enough. At times, you could go for hours and just do your own thing, knowing that the other would be there when you needed them.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Jiyong’s biggest tip for making your marriage work was being there for one another. As much as you supported him during his busy times, Jiyong was also a massive fan of yours with everything that you did too.

U ⇴ UPSET

He hated seeing you upset, Jiyong would always make sure to be there for you, refusing to let you feel as if you were alone when upset.

V ⇴ VISITS

Whenever you knew that Jiyong was at the studio and you had nothing to do, you made the effort to head down. Sometimes it could be the only time in the day when you’d even get the chance to be around Jiyong.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

There was nothing else that Jiyong needed to wish for, he already felt incredibly lucky with what he had around him personally and privately.

X ⇴ XXXX

Every single kiss from Jiyong came with meaning, he never really enjoyed kissing you for the sake of it. You could tell a lot of how Jiyong was feeling whenever he kissed you, they were very readable for you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his human, Jiyong never felt so content in life compared to when he was with you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

It took a little bit of time for the two of you to get to sleep some nights, quite often you’d lay with each other and talk about random things until eventually one of you found themselves unable to keep their eyes open any longer.

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haveanotherkpopblog · 2 years

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Homemade Monsters

Night 2 of the 13 Nights of Kpop

Pairing: BigBang x You

Genre: Angst, Horror, Mad Scientist!AU

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Mild Language, ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Summary: You’re invited to a top secret facility to assist on a top secret project. What you weren’t expecting was the dark secret beneath the seemingly harmless facade. Now you’ll have to take down the very thing you unwittingly helped create.

Video: Monster

This was the best thing to happen to you since you got rid of that mullet from middle school. Being accepted to work at MADE Industries had been a turning point for your career. Even more so when they specifically requested you to join their secret program in Russia. You were more than happy to uproot your life and disappear into the snowy plains of Siberia.

And snowy it was. The amount of snowfall you had seen just on the plane ride was nothing compared to when you were driving to the facility. All around you was nothing but mountains and mountains of snow, like some desolate winter wonderland.

Eventually the facility came into view. It looked more like a prison than a science facility, but you kept that little tidbit to yourself. Once you were in what you assumed was the front, two giant metal doors parted to allow you in. Slowly the truck inched in, plowing its way through the snow. You hopped out of the truck and were greeted by another scientist in a big winter coat.

“Greetings!” he called, bowing his head. You returned the gesture, a big smile on your face. “We’re happy to have you join us. Please, follow me inside to somewhere warm.” You nodded as he led you across the courtyard and into a giant metal door. It rose to the ceiling, revealing a dark hallway. Other scientists moved around the hallway, wheeling medical carts with strange liquids and other medical tools.

“I’m happy to be here,” you said. “I’m Dr. L/N, but please call me Y/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person Dr. L/N. I’m Dr. Min. I’m the lead scientist on this program. Your profile was quite impressive,” he said, shaking your hand. You bowed your head. “I know you’re probably wondering what exactly we’re doing. While I can’t give you every detail yet, I can give you a bit more information.” You nodded eagerly, following him as he moved down the hallway.

“Here we are studying the evolution of mutated cells from humans. These mutations are… rather unique, but pushing towards evolution is part of the next phase in human life. Soon, modern homo sapiens will be considered the neanderthals. We’ve been working on this for some time now, and our research and tests have shown great improvement, but we’ve been missing something.”

“What?” you asked, figuratively leaning on the edge of your seat. Dr. Min let out a sigh, shaking his head.

“I’m not quite sure, but that’s why we brought you here. We’re hoping a fresh pair of eyes will bring some light onto what we’re missing,” he said. You nodded, pulling your mouth into a thin line. He stopped in front of a door, glancing down at his watch.

“Oh would you look at the time. So real quick, this is your room. Everyone lives within the facility so we’re all close to our work. You’ll spend the next couple of days getting used to everything and letting your internal clock get used to the time difference. Most rooms are open except for the other bedrooms, so feel free to roam around. Just be careful. Have a good night.” You nodded, turning to open the door.

“Run.”

“I’m sorry?” you said, turning around. Dr. Min glanced back. “Did you say something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said. You frowned slightly.

“Must be jet lag,” you said, brushing it off. He nodded before disappearing down another hallway.

Your room wasn’t anything fancy and nothing like you had back home. It was a simple set up. There was a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a bulletin board that stretched the entire length of one of the walls. They must think you won’t be getting a lot of sleep. The joke was on them, if sleep was a major, you’d have seven doctorates.

You set your bag down on the desk, moving to flop down on the bed. You don’t really feel tired, if anything you feel kind of hot. You sit up to shrug off your coats, relishing in being free from all the sweat that was starting to form. You move off the bed, grabbing a light jacket to wrap around yourself.

Dr. Min had said you could explore and if you were going to get used to the facility, you had to get familiar. There was nothing wrong with getting a head start. That’s what you told yourself anyway as you began to explore where you would be staying for who knew how long.

The building didn’t seem like such a bad place. All it really needed was a good paint job. The other scientists seemed really friendly as well. You met a rather nice scientist, Dr. Kim. He was a little stereotypical, but he was kind and cute. He gave you a brief rundown on how most days there went and who to be careful around.

You found that the further you went from your room, the less people you saw and the more creepy the hallways seemed to be. Stray cables hung from the ceiling, occasionally glitching with electricity. Lights flickered above you, giving off a low hum. Something seemed to be creaking, but there weren’t any doors.

Except for one.

At the end of the hallway was a single, metal door. It couldn’t have been a laboratory, you had passed all of those on your way here. The closer you drew to the door, the colder it seemed to be. This certainly wasn’t the door you had come in. There had been tons of people where you entered and this continued on through the building. Your pace slowed significantly the closer you came. You were barely walking by the time you reached the door.

You timidly brought a hand up to place it against the door. The metal was cold under your hand, yet it was burning hot. Or maybe it was so hot it was cold. Your breath froze in front of you as you stared transfixed on the door.

“Run away.”

You whipped your head around, but there was no one near you. You were completely alone in the hallway. That was the second time you’d heard that voice. It was deep and gravely. Something about its warning chilled you to your core.

You took a couple small steps away from the door before walking as fast as you could without sprinting all the way back to your room. You quickly shut and locked the door, leaning back against it. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating until your legs almost gave out beneath you.

What was that voice? Why was it telling you to run? Was it a threat? Or a warning? These questions swarmed around your head. You put your hands to your ears, shutting your eyes tightly. You took a few deep breaths before you calmed down slightly. You chalked it up to having little sleep and jet lag.

You peeled your clothes off and changed into something comfortable before climbing into bed. You willed yourself to go to sleep and to forget the mysterious door and creepy voice.

The next few days were, not uneventful, but normal. You were thrown right into helping Dr. Min and Dr. Kim on their project. They gave you all their notes and test results to review. You spent the next couple days carefully going over everything with extreme detail.

“What do you think?” Dr. Min asked. You handed him a stack of his notes.

“You should focus on radiation,” you said, looking over another set of notes. “That seemed to have the greatest effect on the blood samples. Radiation, after all, is known to cause mutations. However, certain radiations cause different types of mutation. Since I’m not sure what you’ve tested, you’ll have to be the one to determine what you want to do.”

Dr. Min nodded, looking over his notes. He gave you a big smile. “I was right to bring you on to this project Dr. L/N,” he said. You smiled, bowing your head. “You should take a break, stretch your legs a bit.” He left you alone after that, presumably to tell the others on the team your observations.

You stood from your desk, listening as your knees gave a solid pop. You stretched your arms above your head, listening as the rest of your body popped. You grabbed a jacket and began walking around the facility.

You soon found yourself back at the door you didn’t want to be at. The hallway was still dim with the few lights it had flickering. You once again approached the metal door, your heart hammering away in your chest. You placed a hand against the metal door, stepping so close your nose was almost touching it.

“Run away.”

There was that warning again. You had thought you’d dreamt the whole thing up when you didn’t hear the voice again. But this wasn’t a dream. Something didn’t want you hear, and you were going to find out what and why.

“Why?” you asked out loud. You were met with silence after that. “Why do I need to run away?”

“Danger.” You jumped slightly, looking around. Furrowing your brows, your hand traveled to the lock beside the door. “Don’t.” You placed your hand against it, waiting for it to recognize you. “Run away!”

Beep! Beep!

The door slid open, revealing another dim hallway. Cautiously you stepped in. You could feel your heart jumping to your throat as you took baby steps down the hallway. Behind you the door silently closed, trapping you behind the door.

You made your way down the hallway, looking around the hallway confused. Up ahead you could see what looked like clear jail cells. Your feet were slowly turning to lead the further you went. You continued until you were in the middle of a bunch of clear cells—cells with people in them.

“Hello?” you called. They all immediately turned to look at you. You let out a gasp, hands flying to your mouth. Four men sat chained in the cells. They were staring at you with curious expressions as you stared at them in horror.

The tallest one slowly approached the wall of his cell, the chains rattling across the floor. He squinted, tilting his head to the side. “Why are you here?”

You looked around the room, but none of them were talking. You looked back to the man, swallowing thickly. He had brown hair and different colored eyes. His wrists tugged at the chains, making you jump.

“So you’ve found them.” You turned to find Dr. Min walking towards you. He was smiling proudly as he approached the cell of the one with red hair. He placed a hand on the wall, staring down at him.

“Who are they?” you asked. Dr. Min let out a breath.

“Our project.” Your heart stopped in your chest when he said that. You looked around at the men before you, shackled like animals.

“That’s barbaric,” you bit. Dr. Min shrugged. “They’re people. How could you do this?”

“They’re freaks of nature. At least here they have a purpose. To send them out into the real world would be a crueler fate,” Dr. Min said, walking to the other cells. “Besides, with your help, the project can now move forward.” Your stomach lurched, making you frown. Dr. Min continued to move to each cell.

“You’re a monster.”

“No. They’re the monsters.” Dr. Min turned to you, a big smile on his face. “I hope this doesn’t change anything. After all, you’re stuck here for the next six months. And the nearest town is quite a ways away.” You said nothing. “Good. Feel free to examine them yourself as well, helps with the tests.”

Dr. Min turned on his heel, leaving you alone with the men in the cage. You took a deep breath, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. You bowed your head, ashamed that you had helped such a monster.

“We’re not monsters.” You turned to look at the man with the red hair. He had approached his cell wall too. You slowly approached him, putting a hand against the glass.

“No. You’re not,” you agreed. You let your hand fall from the glass, turning to look at them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Why didn’t you listen?” The tall one was looking at you with an intense gaze. His was the voice you’d been hearing. You shrugged.

“If you heard a voice in your head, would you?” you challenged.

“I hear every voice.” You bit your tongue, nodding your head.

“What’s your name?” You turned to the man with black hair. His eyes were glossy and his face had what looked like cracks in it.

“I’m Dr. Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N. What are your names?” They stopped, looking at each other. You frowned. “Don’t you have names?”

“Does ‘Case 042689’ count?” asked the man with blonde hair. You shook your head. “Then no… we don’t.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said again. “How about I give you names? Something cool. Like a code name only we know?” You walked to the one with blonde hair. “How about… D-Lite?” He nodded his head. You gave him a small smile.

“And for you…” you said as you approached the one with black hair, “Taeyang. It means ‘sun’.” He offered you a bow, his face blank. You approached the tall one, looking up at him as he stared down at you. “T.O.P. Get it? Cause you’re on top?” He cocked his head to the side. “Tough crowd.”

You approached the last man. He had tucked himself back into his jail cell corner. You could see what looked like a dragon tattoo under the sleeve of his shirt. “How about G-Dragon? GD for short.” He simply curled into a tighter ball. You let your shoulders slump slightly. “I’ll go, but I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.”

They said nothing more as they retreated into their cells. You made your way back to your room. Your heart broke for them. No one deserved to be treated that way, no matter how different they were. You climbed into bed, pulling the covers tight around you.

Sleep did not come easy to you, and when you did manage to close your eyes, nightmares plagued you. You would wake up, drenched in sweat, only to realize you’d only slept an hour. You would fall back onto your pillow and let your mind wander back to the four men locked in cages.

The next day, you kept your promise and visited them. Much like yesterday, they were hesitant to talk to you. GD was the most open with you. He would answer small questions, but any questions about their past immediately made them withdraw.

Over the next few weeks, they slowly opened up to you. They grew comfortable in your presence, and even looked forward to your daily visits. Dr. Min watched your interaction with them carefully, monitoring every action with a hawk-like stare.

“Would you like to go on a walk?” you asked them. Their heads whipped up to look at you with wide eyes. “I talked with Dr. Min, and he agreed with some ‘precautions’ as he called them. I can take you guys one at a time. Guards will watch us and we can’t walk around the entire facility, but I thought you’d like a chance to step out of these… cells.” They looked at each other before nodding.

The guards stepped forward and unlocked G-Dragon’s cell. They reached in and undid his chains. They towered over him, making him shrink back into his cell. You pulled them out of his cell and held your hand out for him. He slowly inched forward, slipping his bruised and calloused hand into your soft one. You gently guided him out until he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Let’s go,” you said, slipping his hand into the crook of your elbow. He stared at you with big eyes as you guided him down the hallway. The guards followed closely behind you, guns trained on him should he try anything. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Why?” he asked. You shrugged. “Why are you so kind to us?”

“Because being different isn’t a crime,” you said. “Being different is what makes us human.” He shook his head. “It’s true. If everyone was the same, then what would be the point of life? Differences are what makes each of us special.”

“Maybe, but our differences are probably more extreme,” he said as he took in the hallways of the facility.

“I never asked, but what are your differences. After I refused to continue to help with their program, they took away all the files.” He was silent for a moment, staring up at the lights at the ceiling.

“We have special abilities,” he finally said. “I can shapeshift into different people and creatures. D-Lite has claws and unnatural super strength. T.O.P can communicate telepathically. Taeyang… he can see into the future.”

“Really?” GD nodded. “I think that’s amazing. All of you are amazing.” GD let out a sigh, looking back at the guards.

“You seem to be the only person who thinks so.” You shook your head.

“You’ve been told, I’m guessing most of your life, that you’re a monster. A freak. But you’re not. And I want you to promise me that no matter what anyone else says, no matter how bad you feel, that I don’t think you’re a monster.” He nodded his head.

You guided him back to the cells where the guards shackled him and locked his cage. They moved to D-Lite’s cage. They pulled out metal gloves for him but you stopped them, saying it wasn’t necessary. They reluctantly let him out of his cage. He quickly grabbed onto your arm, looking over his shoulder at the guards.

“You’re safe,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, the grip on your arm tightening. You put your hand over his and guided him down the same path you and GD had taken. D-Lite was more curious about the outside world than GD had been.

“What’s snow?” he asked.

“It’s white and cold—very cold. Some places, like here, it snows almost all the time. Other places never get snow.”

“What do they have instead?”

“Summer. It’s a season. In summer, the sun is always shining. It’s warm and bright.”

“That sounds wonderful,” D-Lite said. “I’d like to see summer.” You gave his hand a squeeze.

“I’d like for you to see it too.” You lead him back to the cells. He reluctantly let go of your arm, moving to his cell. His shoulders slumped as he climbed in. One of the guards shoved him forward, making him fall. “Hey!” you yelled. “Watch it or I’ll have your job.” The guard sneered at you before shutting the cell door.

You moved over to T.O.P’s door. The guards followed you, and undid the lock. They brought him forward. He glared at the guards. They refused to undo the chains around his wrists, and deep down, you didn’t think he wanted them to. You offered your arm, but he ignored it, waiting for you to start walking. Letting out a silent sigh, you lead him out the door.

T.O.P didn’t talk much to begin with. He was the silent, brooding type. You didn’t fill the silence. Forcing conversation only made him withdraw further into himself. He didn’t look around in wonder as GD had and he certainly wasn’t curious about the outside world as D-Lite had been.

“You said you, ‘hear every voice’. What did you mean by that?” you asked. He didn’t speak, he just stared out ahead at the hallway.

“I can hear every thought. Nothing in anyone’s head is safe from me.” You glanced back at the guards before continuing to walk.

“Can you hear me?” you thought. He gave a slight incline of his head. “So you can read people’s thoughts. Can you do anything else?”

“I don’t dare to try in fear that they’ll do more experiments. I warn the others when they come to take blood. I warn them not to show them anymore than they already have. Their used to be five of us, but he did not heed my warning.” The two of you stopped momentarily as you took in what he had just told you. You willed yourself to remain calm before you began your trek back to the cells.

“I promise. I’ll get you all out of here.” No more was said or thought between the two of you as you made your way back to the cells. The guards were more than happy to put T.O.P back in his cell. They slowly made their way to Taeyang’s cell.

They pulled him out and pushed him towards you. You caught him easily, glaring at the guards. He gripped your arm tightly, staring down at the floor. You gently straightened him up, leading him away from the cells.

Much like T.O.P, Taeyang didn’t speak. He stared thoughtfully out into the hallway. You couldn’t tell if he was able to see, and you didn’t want to be rude and pry. You wanted to know more about his gifts, but the entire facility was covered in cameras and the guards weren’t that far away from you.

Occasionally, Taeyang would stop and look around. He would gingerly reach out and touch the wall, staring at it for a few moments before retaking your arm. The guards also seemed more relaxed around him as well. He certainly wasn’t as threatening as the other three, but there was still something there that unsettled you about him.

As you were making your way back to the cells, you could tell his mood was darkening. And if you didn’t know better, you would have said his eyes seemed to be glowing. You didn’t say anything as T.O.P’s words played over in your head.

Once you were back to the cells, you let the guards guide Taeyang back to his. But before they could secure him, he rushed out, grasping the front of your shirt.

“Only one survives!” he told you, eyes glowing an unnatural white. The guard yanked him off of you, throwing him into the cell and chaining him up. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Taeyang shrink back into his cage. You turned to the others who were watching you carefully.

You quickly turned on your heel and made your way back to your room. You spent almost the whole night staring up at your wall, replaying Taeyang’s words in your head. Different scenarios ran through your head to decipher his meaning. Each was worse than the last.

Despite the ominous message, for the next few weeks, once a week, you would take them out of their cells to walk around the facility. D-Lite continuously asked about the outside world, each topic raising a thousand and one questions. T.O.P still didn’t speak very often, but his presence wasn’t as gloomy as it had been the first time you took a walk. Taeyang didn’t speak on your walks, not that he spoke often.

GD liked hearing about your life before MADE. He liked all the little mundane things that made your life normal. You liked talking to him the most. There was something so comforting about his inquiries and about his presence. You tended to walk slower with him, savoring each word and moment together.

Each night afterwards, you would wander around the facility, memorizing every door and turn and path. You swore to yourself you would save them, but you were going to need help. It was a risky move, but it was the only one you had.

One night you were sitting in your room when Dr. Kim poked his head in your doorway. You turned to him, offering a smile.

“Hello Dr. Kim, how can I help you?” you asked. He stepped in, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I just, um, I just wanted to, uh, check in with the, um, experiments—”

“Don’t call them that.” Dr. Kim jumped at your harsh tone. You slowly turned back to your desk, studying the map of the facility with a highlighter in your hand.

“Right, um, how’s that going?” You set the highlighter down, swiveling your chair around to stare at Dr. Kim. He swallowed thickly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“If Dr. Min wants information from me, then tell him to get off his fat ass and come to me himself.” Dr. Kim blushed profusely, scratching behind his ear. “Although, if you want to be a good human, I do need your help with something.” Dr. Kim looked out in the hallway, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looked back at you before back at the door. He closed it deftly, moving to stand by you.

“How can I help?” he asked. You told him your plan to help them escape. Dr. Kim was taken aback by how open you were about your plan. You explained that it all depended on his help. “If we fail, they’ll kill them.”

“They’ll kill them if they stay. At least this way, they didn’t die in chains,” you said. Dr. Kim bowed his head. He let out a deep breath, standing to his feet.

“Okay, I’ll help.” He gave you a curt nod before walking to your door. He paused, his hand resting on the handle. “You know, I felt the same way you did when I first came. I was appalled by what he was doing. I don’t know why I ever agreed.” You didn’t say anything in return as he left.

The next few days were spent visiting the boys and discussing the plan with Dr. Kim. He convinced Dr. Min that you were beginning to open up to the experiment and might even rethink joining the cause. You rolled your eyes at the notion, but gave him props for the cover.

On the day of the big escape, Dr. Kim accompanied you to your weekly walk with the boys. The guards were already waiting for you when you stepped into the room. The boys looked at Dr. Kim with confusion.

“Let them all out their cages,” Dr. Kim said, doing his best to sound intimidating and professional. The guards looked at each other before turning back to the two of you. Dr. Kim rolled his eyes, stepping forward. “Is there going to be a problem? I’d hate to have to go to Dr. Min about denying one of his lead scientists the access he has every right to demand.” He quirked a brow, staring the guards down.

The guards looked at each other before moving to let them out of their cages. Slowly they stepped out, looking at each other before turning to you. You made direct contact with T.O.P, watching as he slipped into your mind. His spine straightened as he withdrew from your mind. He turned to the guard next to him and threw his head forward, knocking the guard out.

The guard raised their weapons towards him, but D-Lite took his claws and slashed one of them. G-Dragon lunged at another guard, knocking his gun away from him. Taeyang lunged at the last guard. He landed a solid kick to his stomach, sending him flying back towards the wall.

Dr. Kim swallowed thickly. “Right, um, the cameras are playing on a loop, we don’t have long before they realize you all are missing.”

“He’s right. We need to move. Now,” you said. The others nodded, following you as you began leading down the path you and Dr. Kim had decided on. GD and D-Lite stood closest to you, looking around as you navigated the maze of hallways. T.O.P and Taeyang followed closely behind you, adding more distance between you and Dr. Kim.

Dr. Kim reached his arm, stopping everyone in their tracks. Sirens began blaring as the sound of feet pounding the pavement drew closer. He motioned for you all to follow him to another emergency route. However, the path was also crowded with guards loaded with guns.

“We’re trapped,” Dr. Kim hissed, running a hand through his hair.

Taeyang turned to look at you. He reached a hand out, tracing his fingers along the shape of your face and its features. He tilted his head slightly, letting his hand fall to his side. He held up a finger to his nose before running out to where the guards were.

T.O.P grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth as the sound of running and gunshots flew past you. You struggled against his strong grip, but soon the sounds faded and there was nothing left but silence. You slumped against him, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. You took a deep breath straightening yourself out.

“Let’s go,” you said. “Don’t let his sacrifice be in vain.” Dr. Kim led your group down the now empty hallway and into part of the facility you weren’t familiar with. Big, open rooms surrounded you as you tiptoed underneath the cameras.

Shouting halted your movements. You turned to look at the others, holding a finger up to your lips. You poked your head around the corner slightly and found more guards standing around, guns at the ready.

“Get back.” You turned to T.O.P, furrowing his brows. “You asked if I was capable of anything else. Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to show you.” He pulled you back to GD, taking a deep breath.

He stepped out for the guards to see him. They raised their weapons towards him, shouting at him. He held his hands up, bowing his head. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were glowing much like Taeyang’s had. The guards began yelling, dropping their weapons as they screamed and clutched their heads. Some of them had blood dripping out of their noses as they fell to the knees.

You were all focused on T.O.P that you didn’t notice one of the guards fighting through the pain to grab his gun. A deafening shot rang through the air before the guard fell down, blood pooling out of his nose.

T.O.P fell to his knees. His hands came to his side as blood began spilling through his fingers. You attempted to run to him but Dr. Kim and GD both held you back. Dr. Kim was deathly pale and GD had tears in his own eyes. T.O.P fell backwards, turning his head to look at you.

“Don’t weep for me. This was a better fate than I could have hoped for. Now, run away.” His eyes slowly went blank as his hands fell limp to his sides.

GD pulled you away from him, taking a deep breath. D-Lite came to hold your hand as you continued to try and escape. His body was shaking slightly as he clung to you. GD’s eyes were red as he followed Dr. Kim through the empty halls.

Dr. Kim suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you. “What?” you asked.

“It won’t matter if we escape. They’ll just find more people to capture and torture,” he said.

“What are you suggesting?”

“This facility houses a bunch of different types of radiation components. If they mix, it could blow the entire place up,” he told you. You nodded your head, turning to look at the others.

“Where is it kept?” you inquired, turning back to look at him.

“There’s a unit in the back of the facility.” You nodded your head.

“Go and set it off. I’ll lead them out and we’ll meet at the edge of the nearest town,” you said. Dr. Kim nodded. He turned on his heel and began making his way to the back of the facility. You turned to D-Lite and GD. “Come on. It’s time to get out of this hellhole.”

You set off to continue on your exit route. The hallway was completely abandoned as you deftly made your way to the exit. Sirens began blaring, alerting everyone of the oncoming nuclear bomb about to be set off. Unfortunately, metal doors began coming down, blocking your escape. You hit your fist against the metal door., cursing under your breath.

You quickly led GD and D-Lite away from the door, searching for another exit. Beneath you, the floor began shaking violently, jolting your every step. You fought through it, searching for another door to escape through. Shouting made you backtrack, pressing yourself against the wall. GD and D-Lite followed suit, holding their breaths.

D-Lite looked between you and GD before stepping forward. You shook your head, motioning for him to get back. He gave you a half-smile before taking a deep breath. He bared his claws, a fiery look of determination on his face. He ran past you, letting out a battle cry.

GD grabbed your arm, yanking you to his chest. Shots fired and men screamed. You fought against his hold, but he shook his head, tightening your grip. Soon everything fell silent except for someone whimpering.

Stepping around the wall, you found the guards sliced up, blood pooling around them. D-Lite was laying against the wall, blood pooling on his stomach. You rushed forward, falling to your knees as you watched his wound helplessly.

“Do you—do you think that when I—when I come back, I’ll get to see—get to see summer?” D-Lite asked as tears fell from his eyes. You nodded your head, tears pooling in your own eyes. You brushed his blonde locks from his eyes, running a gentle hand along his cheek.

“I think—” your voice cracked slightly, “I think you’ll end up in a place where it’s summer all the time.” He smiled at you, tears falling on your fingers as he gasped for breath. You reached down to clutch his hand as the light behind his eyes slowly faded into nothing.

You bent your head, crying silently. GD knelt beside you, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your back. Your body shook slightly as his limp hand fell from yours. Shouting made GD jerk his head. He gently pulled you away from D-Lite and urged you to the nearest door.

You held onto GD’s hand tightly. The building shook and came tumbling down around you as you continued to search for another exit. The sound of running and screaming blended in with the blaring sirens, creating a seemingly noiseless environment. Up ahead you could see another door. The two of you quickly ran to it, barreling through and looking around.

The first thing you noticed was the sun. It was bright. You looked down and saw the snow on the ground. You let out a breath, squinting your eyes to look around. However, all you saw was the facility walls. You spun around and let out a groan. You were outside, but you were on the wrong side of the facility walls.

“Damnit!” you yelled. G-Dragon went to reach out for you when gunfire exploded from behind you. You turned and found people in the guard towers staring at you two. You reached forward, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a door. More gunfire followed you.

Boom!

There was a big explosion to your left that sent you and GD flying. You landed on top of him, letting out a groan. Your ears were ringing as you struggled to stand up. GD pulled you up, looking around and pulling you towards a door in the corner. You were limping and struggling to keep up.

Looking backwards, you could see bright flashes of white that reminded you of Taeyang’s eyes. That was when you paused, just outside the door back inside the facility. Only one survives. He’d known his fate long before you’d met him.

You let out a sigh, turning to GD. You walked towards him, offering a weak smile. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as tightly as possible. You reached for the door knob and opened the door. You pulled back from him to give him a smile and a nod before you shoved him into the facility, shutting the door behind him.

You heard him banging against the door as you turned to walk back out into the middle of the field. Snow crunched under your feet and your ears were still ringing as you looked at one guard tower in particular.

You could feel his smug grin from where you stood. You shook your head, looking up at him. “They’re gone!” you yelled. “They’re gone and you lose.” You closed your eyes as one last explosion went off.

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It was some time before everything went silent. The sirens had stopped blaring, the screams had been silenced, and the building had collapsed with nothing but ash and rubble surrounding G-Dragon.

He coughed, waving away the dust as he struggled to navigate the rubble. He found the door from before and pushed it open. Fire covered the snow as he trampled through it. In the middle of the snowy field was the one thing he didn’t want to find.

You laid in a heap on the ground, clothes soaked from the snow. Your face was covered in cuts and blood, but you looked so peaceful. Blood stained your clothes and the snow around you.

GD fell to his knees, pulling your body onto his lap. He let out an animalistic scream as the tears began flowing down his face. He bent his head touching his forehead to yours. He rocked you back and forth, his cries filling the otherwise silent void.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s all my fault.”

“Yes. It is.”

GD looked up to find his capturer and torturer standing a few feet from him, completely unscathed. He peered down at you, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head, looking back to GD.

“Dr. L/N was going to go places. Now look, dead all because you think you’re anything more than a monster.” GD bent his head, clutching your body close to his. He looked down at your face, thinking back to your walks together. How you were so understanding and kind.

“And I want you to promise me that no matter what anyone else says, no matter how bad you feel, that I don’t think you’re a monster.”

“I’m not a monster,” GD mumbled. He glanced up at Dr. Min who was glaring down at him. “I. Am. Not. A. Monster.” GD stood up, matching Dr. Min’s glare. He felt his skin beginning to ripple as he Dr. Min began shrinking. He shook his head, letting out a roar.

A dragon stood before Dr. Min, eyes focused on him. Dr. Min tried to run, but he was no match for GD. He was swallowed in one bite. GD bent his head down, nuzzling your body one more time before turning his head to where Dr. Kim would be waiting. He let out a breath.

Everything would burn.

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deermi · 4 years

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Wonderwall | Part 4

Summary: He was a genius. He had absolutely everything. Money, fame, attention of all the celebrities, sports cars that everybody wanted, countless villas, and much more. The life every single person wanted to live. But all he needed was you.

Genre: Angst (I guess)

Warnings: Alcohol use

AU: Fashion CEO

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Word count: 3k~

Author’s note: Ah, I have so wany wips that I don’t know which ones to post. Anyways, “Wonderwall” will most probaby have 6/7 parts and an epilogue. I hope you liked this chapter and thank you for reading it!

We had spent the dinner rather quietly - eating, drinking, exchanging a few sentences from time to time. The waiters had been ogling our pair almost without any shame as we had sat at the table. I don’t know whether it had been because they had known who the man with neon green hair is, or because we had been acting so strangely around each other. Perhaps both reasons were correct. The atmosphere between us hadn’t been awkward nor stiff in the restaurant. It had been filled with some kind of tension, but I couldn’t have quite put my finger on it.

Now we were back in his car, heading to a destination that remained unknown for me. But I didn’t want to ask feeling like it would’ve been just another question of mine he’d ignore. It was so quiet inside the vehicle, the only sounds coming from the streets as we strolled around the city, that I had a feeling like the beating of my heart was as loud as a drum put next to Mr Kwon’s ear.

“You’re not going to ask where we’re going?”

I turned my head around with my brows furrowed at his sudden question. My boss had one of his hands on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the door of the car while his eyes were concentrated on the road ahead of us.

“I didn’t feel like it.” I answered bluntly, trying not show any interest in our destination

He glanced at me with the corner of his eye before focusing back on the traffic. There must’ve been a visible spark of unquenchable curiosity he had noticed because in a few seconds I heard his voice once more.

“We’re going to my place.” Mr Kwon nonchalantly moved his hair out of his eyes with his free hand

I bit on my tongue before blurting out the ‘what for’ that had almost slipped out of my lips. Instead I just nodded at his words and started to stare at the city lights out of the window back again. We strolled down, the dim brightness coming from the street lamps shining through the windows, making everything inside the vehicle appear yellowish. There were almost no people outside, making the night even quieter than I had previously thought it is. No usual honking of the cars, no roaring of engines, no sound coming from the radio.

That scene surrounding me was calming. Or at least should’ve been like that. However, with the knot of anxiety tightening inside my stomach, I wasn’t able to focus on the soothing silence.

It was madness. Pure madness. All the things that had happened since that damned photoshoot. Modeling, asking for my opinion, giving me a lift, and that dinner we just had. And telling me to call him Jiyong was on top of the peak. I had never heard of a boss asking one of his employees to call them by their first name. It was just another level of intimacy I would’ve never even thought of reaching. Moreover, it was completely unprofessional, especially that he insisted I did it at our workplace as well. It was just the first step to cause the rumors both among the workers and the world of celebrities. Although, it seemed to me that Mr Kwon either didn’t care about that, or simply wanted to cause them. What for? More fame? Recognition? I already had that. So maybe for himself? To make himself feel better by having someone close?

And then it hit me. The sudden realisation made me snap out of the transe I had been in for those few minutes of our ride.

I had never seen Mr Kwon with a friend, a colleague, or even talking to anybody who could’ve been one of them on the phone. Not mentioning a partner. All I could think of when I thought of him was hard work and absolute focus on it. He had his goals and always gave his all to reach them. And he actually did everytime - with his genius mind and determination he was almost destined to be successful. But what if behind this cold facade of strong will, was just a lonely soul which desperately needed comfort in the shape of another person’s warmth? What if he finally had enough of always being alone? Of being expected to be the genius who created ‘Peaceminusone’?

The heavy thoughts inside my head were suddenly interrupted by Mr Kwon stopping the car in front of a tall building. He turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle without sparing me a glance. I unbuckled my seatbelt hurriedly, fidgeting with the strap, ready to follow him. When it snapped roughly against the seat I reached out to grab the door handle, but it quickly flew out of my reach once Mr Kwon opened the door. I looked up and noticed that he was staring at me with his eyebrows raised.

Without a word he outstretched his hand for me to take, just like he had done it before in front of the restaurant. Once more I placed my palm on his and let him pull me out of the car.

While he was closing the door behind me, my eyes flew up to the sky. Mr Kwon had parked the car in front of a tall skyscraper. The windows of the building glistened as city lights reflected in them making it look like it was made out of black shiny crystal. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight. I felt so small facing the enormous structure, but the view was so beautiful and so overwhelming at the same time, I couldn’t help it.

It was weird how a simple skyscraper made me feel like that. Actually the stifling part of it was the thought that it was the place, or more probably one of the places, my boss lived in. And he was taking me inside with him - completely crossing the line drawn between the company’s boss and their employee once more.

We entered the building with his hand on the small of my back. The heels I was wearing were loudly tapping on the marble floor, completely breaking the silence inside the lobby. The man standing behind the reception desk bowed without a word at the sight of me and Mr Kwon entering. My boss led me to the elevator, without sparing a glance to the guy, and pressed the button. I felt the eyes of the receptionist burning holes in my back as we patiently waited. With the ring the door in front of us opened revealing the lightened inside of the elevator. Once we were alone within the four walls and the curious stare of the man was cut off, I let out a quiet sigh of relief while Mr Kwon was busy pressing the button at the very top of a long row of them.

Again any of us didn’t say a word letting the silence fill the space between us. I didn’t move, didn’t even dare to look at the mirror next to me, afraid that my reflection would reveal how stressed I actually was. And after what felt like eternity the door opened revealing the place my boss wanted me to see.

The enormous penthouse in front of my eyes almost literally shone with luxury. The glass chandelier above hanged above our heads making the light reflect in the stone floor as we stepped inside the living room, which was probably the size of my whole apartment, or even bigger. Everything inside just screamed ‘expensive’ - the leather sofa, the black television set, the huge window wall through which you could see the city lights shine below your feet. And above all, every single piece of furniture, every square meter of that space, reminded me of Mr Kwon. It was just his place. His place that I was invading despite the fact that he had invited me here. I felt like I just didn’t belong there.

“What wine do you prefer?”

I turned my head around to see my boss taking off his tuxedo jacket in one swift move before walking up to a glass cabinet full of different types of alcohol and opening it.

“Um…” I took a glance at the numerous bottles, not sure what to say, since there was surely a huge variety available “White. Semi sweet.”

Without any answer Mr Kwon just grabbed one of the wines along with two glasses. He walked up to a coffee table in front of the leather sofa and placed everything on the surface. Swiftly he opened the bottle and began to pour the clear liquid into the tumblers.

In the meantime I came closer to the window. The view in front of me was absolutely breathtaking. Seeing the whole city shine beautifully during the night and having it almost literally at my feet was one of the most picturesque sights I had ever seen in my life.

When Mr Kwon finished pouring the wine, he approached me with a glass in each hand and handed out one of them. The smell of sweet alcohol reached me before my fingers wrapped around the fragile crystal. He gently bumped his tumbler into mine, making the sound of clattering echo inside the room.

I took a sip of the drink feeling the slightly bitter flavour on my tongue. The taste was much different from the taste of the wine you could get in any supermarket, making me wonder how much was this alcohol actually worth.

With the glass still against my lips I turned around to look at the night sky again.

“Do you like it?” Mr Kwon asked me

“The view?” I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and saw him giving me a single nod before sipping on the wine “Yes. I actually like it a lot.”

“Do you want it every day?” his another question hanged in the air for a few seconds as I started to process his words “Do you want to be able to see it every day?”

“What do you mean?” I asked with a small voice, afraid of what might come next

“I can buy you an apartment like this one.” he answered nonchalantly like it was something completely normal

I immediately shook my head abruptly trying to get that idea out of his head “Thank you, Jiyong. But I really can’t ac-“

“Or you can stay here with me.”

I almost choked on the wine.

“W-what?”

In response he shrugged with his eyes focused on the view in front of us and said “You’ll do whatever you want. It’s your decision.”

For a few seconds none of us said anything, as his words echoed in my head.

“Just say a word and you’ll get anything you want.” he added

I took a shaky breath trying to ignore my heart beating loudly against my ribcage. I took another sip of the wine hoping the alcohol would give me either more courage, or help me relax.

“Okay.” I whispered quickly with the glass pressed against my lips

We were just looking out of the window, absorbing the night view in front of us with the bitter taste on both of our tongues. I desperately drank up the liquid looking for some kind of relief in it. Mr Kwon, without any warning, took the glass from my hands and walked up to where the bottle was standing to refill it along with his. While he was busy pouring the drink I took a few hesitant steps toward the sofa standing in the middle of the room. My boss’ eyes followed me as I plopped down on the leather seat, feeling the material of the black dress I was wearing fold against the skin of my legs.

If Mr Kwon had had something against my actions, he hadn’t spoken a it out loud, but I was slowly starting to get used to the thought that I was allowed to do almost everything here.

I didn’t know wether it was the alcohol that made me feel slightly dizzy, or the atmosphere between me and Mr Kwon. Yet I felt somehow weightless - the boundaries that had previously stopped me from doing what I wanted around my boss began to disappear.

He sat down next to me, resting his arm on the back of the couch and handed me the wine. His eyes carefully scanned my frame as I took the glass from his hands and drained out the whole liquid from inside.

Did I want to get drunk? Maybe. But I for sure wanted to feel even lighter, even more immune to anything that was happening around me for the past few days. It was all so bizzare and almost completely inimaginable. Still, it was the reality that I had to live in. I wanted to make it easier, less stressful, or I wanted to give myself more courage to bear with it. And I wanted to do it as fast as possible.

“Can I have more?” I asked quietly, looking Mr Kwon in the eyes for the first time in forever

He stared at me with his obsidian dark orbs for a moment before grabbing the bottle and pouring the liquid into my glass until the very last drop. Once more I pressed the tumbler against my lips and let more alcohol run through my veins.

My visit to this place was just the beginning and I was fully aware of that. How could I handle more? What could come next?

I wasn’t afraid of Mr Kwon - yes, he was cold for most of the time, but the realisation that had hit me during our ride was helping me understand his actions at least to some extent. Were I his remedy? Were I the warmth he lacked? Or maybe something different? A person others would describe as a muse, an inspiration?

“What are you thinking about?” Jiyong’s quiet voice pierced through my thoughts, making me look at him as I let my head fall down on the back of the seat behind me

“Nothing important.” I whispered not trusting my voice enough to speak louder

My eyelids felt heavier than before, the alcohol finally rushing to my head. I closed my eyes and started to take slow, deep breaths, the silence in the room calming me down. Mr Kwon slowly took out the empty glass from my hands and I heard him placing it on the table along with his. I felt his burning gaze on my face as everything went quiet once more.

“You’re beautiful.” the subtle touch of his fingers slowly caressing my cheek made me look at him, immediately locking my eyes with his dark ones “So beautiful.”

And before I could even realise, Jiyong’s lips gently touched mine. I had to proceed what was happening because it felt so unreal. The breath caught in my throat at his actions as I looked straight ahead dumbfoundedly, feeling stonecold sober for a few seconds. I couldn’t push him away - I didn’t know wether I even wanted to do that. So I let my eyelids fall down as I kissed him back slowly without any emotions. There was nothing in the kiss - it was empty. No love, no passion, not even lust. No anything. Just lips moving against lips, skin against skin.

His mouth pressed more firmly on mine when he felt me kissing him back. He moved his hand that had previously been caressing the skin of my cheek to my waist. Jiyong tilted his head to deepen the kiss and swiftly swiped his tongue against mine.

My body felt numb, head empty, no thoughts. I let the alcohol in my veins work for me.

His grip on my waist got stronger and he moved me to sit on his lap without disconnecting our lips. The dress rode up my thighs, revealing more skin of my legs, as I straddled him with my palms pressed on his shoulders to steady myself. I let his tongue explore my mouth making the bitterness of wine strengthen on my lips. Jiyong’s kisses were desperate, firm. His skilled mouth worked against mine making me feel dizzy not from the emotions coming from it, but the alcohol taking control over my body.

He pulled mt flush against his chest making me grip the soft material of his white shirt. He pressed another open mouthed kiss to my lips before pulling away, lacking air as much as I did. His forehead was pressed against mine, while his hand rose up from my waist and moved the loose hair away from my face.

“Stay for the night.” Jiyong’s voice was soft yet firm

I could’ve said no. But for some reason I didn’t. Perhaps because of the boost of confidence the wine had given me. Or maybe because some part of me wanted to be what would fix him, make him feel better.

“Okay.”

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BigBang When You Fangirl Over an Actor in a K-Drama

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used in this post.

G-Dragon

When you start swooning and gushing over the lead actor in the k-drama you’re binging, GD would totally act like he doesn’t care. He would scoff and roll his eyes and just be like “yeah, whatever.” But... he’s a Leo sun/Libra moon. He would be extremely jealous that the attention’s not on him, and his “carefree” attitude would change so quickly. He would become clingy and maybe a little whiny and he would try to take your attention off the screen and onto him.

T.O.P

We all know that T.O.P would do something weird to grab your attention when all you’re trying to do is watch this handsome actor in your drama! But he literally won’t stop dancing or singing or just naming random objects around the house, so you finally give in. “What? What do you want, Seunghyun?” He freezes. He turns to look at you. He asks... “You like? You liiiiiike?” You simply blink. You both know his question needs no answer.

Taeyang

As soon as Taeyang hears you squealing about how cute the lead actor is in your new favorite k-drama, he would somehow find the actor’s phone number, call him up, and say... “Dope drama, bro. Congratz.”

Daesung

To be honest, Daesung really wouldn’t care if you’re fangirling over some k-drama actor! He knows how much you love him, and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to get jealous. ...But he doesn’t forget to practice his drumming fully disrobed the very next morning.

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obsessedwithbbandsuju · 4 years

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Half of You

He should be here soon, Taeyeon thought, glancing at the time. She took a deep breath. It was nervousness, exactly, that was making her shift on her couch – no, it was more like unease.

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Son Taeyeon

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

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He should be here soon, Taeyeon thought, glancing at the time. She took a deep breath. It wasn’t nervousness, exactly, that was making her shift on her couch – no, it was more like unease.

She and Jiyong-oppa hadn’t parted on the best of terms, when he finally enlisted in the military. Ever since that argument mid-2017… they had made up about a month afterwards, finding it too jarring, too hollow, to not see each other for so long, but still, both of them could tell that there was a rift growing again, the kind that hadn’t gotten between them since after they broke up all those years ago. The entire twenty months of Jiyong-oppa’s time in the military, thinking of him had made her feel like there was a gaping hole widening inside of her. It was bad enough that she missed him – his warmth, his kindness, his intelligence, his humor, his understanding.

But on top of that, she had been so worried that when he came back, things would no longer be the same. Almost two years… their relationship had already been dangling on a tenuous thread, and almost two years apart could be more than enough to completely sever that. She would do all that she could to ease the tension between them, but there was only so much that she could do. If Jiyong-oppa didn’t reciprocate, their relationship… it might go down the drain.

The thought of that was – well, it was horrifying. For better or worse, Taeyeon wasn’t the kind of person who liked to dwell on things that were over and done. She tried to push away thoughts of her father when he came up in her mind. She tried to ignore her mind’s incessant speculating about her mother. When she broke up with someone she buried the sadness where it couldn’t threaten her daily life and her work. But this was Jiyong-oppa. The person who called her half of his soul, the person that she called half of her soul. The person who understood her so intimately, so entirely, more than anyone else did. He was someone whose simple presence next to her brought her a sense of unspeakable comfort and contentment. Others might call in monotony – and maybe it was – but it was stable. Sure. Unchanging. And if she lost that…

With a long sigh, Taeyeon raked her hands through her hair. She was leaning back in the couch when she heard the sound of her apartment code being inputted. Her eyes widening, she leaped to her feet on autopilot, line of sight glued to the door.

Jiyong-oppa stepped in, shutting the door behind him. Their eyes met.

Taeyeon was walking towards him before she even consciously realized it. And she didn’t even have to make it halfway before Jiyong-oppa, reading her mind, opened his arms. Her hurried stride lengthened to a dead run, and she practically launched herself into his embrace, wrapping her hands around his waist tightly and burying her face in the crook of his neck. She felt him close his arms around her, his face pressed to the side of her head. All of it felt so natural. Nothing mattered. Her previous worries, they all evaporated to nothing. Meaningless. Hugging him, Taeyeon couldn’t even remember why she’d been so uneasy before.

“I missed you.” Jiyong-oppa’s voice was quiet, but choked with emotion. It was a rare thing for him to openly sound like this, and Taeyeon felt her throat closing up in response.

“I missed you too,” she whispered, holding him tighter, basking in the sudden contentment that had come over her as soon as their bodies collided. This. This was what had been out of her reach for the past two years without him – this feeling of security, of complete wholeness. She could only feel this when she was with him.

“You don’t get it,” Jiyong-oppa murmured, even though they both knew that she did get it – she got it perfectly. “I didn’t feel complete without you.” His arms around her tightened, but Taeyeon wasn’t complaining in the least. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his hair, still shorter than she was used to from his time in the military. Something about the motion seemed to please Jiyong-oppa – she could have sworn that if he were a cat, he would have purred as she did that.

“Neither did I.” And she was being honest.

They refused to let each other go for another minute. And when they finally pulled back, Jiyong-oppa cradled her face, his fingers brushing over her cheeks, and studied her desperately, like he was trying to make sure it was really her. His eyes were teary.

Overcome with emotion, Taeyeon traced the skin under his lower lip with her index and middle finger, needing to feel his warmth to confirm that this was a reality. That he really was back. She didn’t even notice that a tear slipped down her cheek until Jiyong-oppa smeared it gently with his thumb, his gaze fixating briefly on the droplet of water. He was really back, wasn’t he?

He is.

“We should sit,” Taeyeon said, even though her voice came out hoarse and broken from crying and she didn’t really want to let go of him. There was a beat and Jiyong-oppa nodded, reluctantly releasing her to take off his boots. He was still dressed in military gear – only the hat was missing, probably left in the car. Taeyeon led him into her apartment and to the couch, and they both sat.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. A part of her was still afraid that if she did, he would disappear.

He wasn’t looking away from her either. Their gazes met several times, but somehow, it wasn’t at all awkward, not in the least.

No, Taeyeon thought. It wasn’t somehow. She was a fool to have worried that it would ever be awkward between them after they hadn’t seen each other in so long.

“I’m sorry,” Jiyong-oppa said. “For everything I said to hurt you before.” He shook his head, the intensity in his eyes communicating all the things that just words couldn’t. “I was a fucking idiot for thinking I could bear to still be angry after two years without you.”

Taeyeon had to swallow hard before she could speak. “You went off to the army thinking that you would still be angry at me when you came back?” she asked. She wasn’t upset. She had had similar thoughts. Maybe not intentionally, but… it had always been there at the back of both of their minds, the idea of I’m angry at you now, and when we see each other again I’ll still be angry at you.

Jiyong-oppa nodded. “We were awkward when I left. I remember that a part of me was still pissed. I thought that it would last through all my time in the military, but it…” He shook his head. “…it all disappeared as soon as I walked away from you after we said goodbye.” Taeyeon had to avert her eyes at his admission to stop herself from tearing up again.

“I know I already apologized before I left for the military, but I need to do it again. Properly this time.” Jiyong-oppa’s voice was soft, but the sincerity in it could have shaken anyone to their core.

“I’m sorry, Taeyeon,” he said. “For everything I said to hurt you before. I didn’t mean any of it. Will you forgive me?”

I’ve already forgiven you, Taeyeon thought. I think I forgave you the moment you turned around after saying goodbye to me. She understood exactly what Jiyong-oppa was saying. She had thought some of the resentment left from their argument would last throughout all his time in the military, but she had been an idiot to think that. It hadn’t lasted, not even a single day.

“I forgive you.” Her response was simple, but she’d never been surer of anything she said. She did forgive him. Completely.

“And I need to apologize, too,” she said, because it was true and she did and it hadn’t been just Jiyong-oppa who’d let his words fly like bullets when they’d fought years ago. Apologies didn’t come naturally to her, but this one she had to do.

“Everything I said that hurt you that night,” she started, echoing his words because they applied to her completely too, “it was all a lie. Not a single word was true, and I should never have said any of it. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“I forgive you.” Jiyong-oppa didn’t hesitate, not even a single second.

That was it. That was all it took to resolve the tension that had been between them – or had it been resolved even before that? It was ridiculous to think that Taeyeon had worried so much about it for the past two years while Jiyong-oppa had been in the military, when it was just this… simple for them to figure it all out. It hadn’t even taken five minutes.

And now, looking at him, all of her problems felt distant, at least for the time being. She felt grounded, calm, even serene. After all the time she’d spent feeling like there was a gaping hole inside her, it was impossible to express in words how reassuring it was.

But if Taeyeon had had any doubts that their nickname for each other – my soulmate – was correct, she had none left now. Jiyong-oppa’s time in the military had been the undeniable confirmation, because she had just missed him so much. She wasn’t sure if it was normal to want to see anyone so badly. Without him, she’d felt like a huge chunk – no, half – of herself was just gone.

I didn’t feel complete without you, Jiyong-oppa had said. And that was it. That was exactly it.

Jiyong-oppa laughed. It was a short, breathless laugh, but it conveyed everything. Relief. Happiness. Disbelief. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” he asked, a smile spread over his face, crinkling his eyes and exposing his gums. God, that smile – Taeyeon hadn’t seen it in so long. It made her heart swell with pleasure.

“I really am,” she assured him softly. And you’re really here, too.

Without warning, Jiyong-oppa pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her again and sending her backwards so she was flat on her back on the couch with him on top of her. The surprise, though, lasted only a moment. She put one hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his head, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. His familiar scent flooded her nose – it was exactly the same as she remembered, twenty months ago when he left for the military. She’d hugged him then, too, but it had been brief, stuffy, nowhere near as tightly as she was now.

For a few more minutes they were really content to just lay there, basking in each other. Jiyong-oppa relaxed completely on top of her, but he wasn’t heavy and Taeyeon didn’t mind. She adjusted her legs on either side of his waist to make them more comfortable, and let all the tension drain out of her body. It had been too long since she had felt so at ease.

“Hey,” she said softly. Jiyong-oppa stirred.

“Stay the night.”

He lifted his head and looked at her, their noses nearly touching. “If it’s okay with you then I’d be happy to.”

“It’s more than okay, I’m asking you to do it,” Taeyeon replied honestly. She knew Jiyong-oppa would become busy again soon. She knew that she was busy. But just for today, she wanted to have him by her side while she worked. Everything, even the things that stressed her out, always felt better when he was with her.

“Then let me just go to my apartment and get changed,” Jiyong-oppa said. Taeyeon nodded. His place was only one floor below hers anyway, so it would be quick.

For the rest of the day, she was happier than she had been in a long time. She still worked – sat on the couch and sketched out some design ideas for D’apchier, looked over the script for The World of the Married, an upcoming drama that she’d gotten a role for, read over some rough drafts for possible tracks in the future. They were things she did for the majority of every day, but it was completely different in that Jiyong-oppa was next to her. Sometimes he was laying with his head in her lap, other times he was leaning against her with his chin propped on her shoulder, and still other times they were just sitting, legs tangled together. It was tranquil.

“It figures that the first shower I take outside of the military is at your place,” Jiyong-oppa commented with a grin as he came out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He had switched to the pajamas he’d also brought over from his apartment, the thin material clinging to his moist skin. It made Taeyeon happy to see him look so relaxed.

“Complaining?” she asked, a smile involuntarily spreading over her face.

“Not at all.”

After he’d dried his hair completely, he flopped down on the bed next to her, making the mattress bounce with the impact. Her bed wasn’t satisfactorily big enough for two people, but they could both fit, their bodies pressed together and their legs in a careless tangle. They were both facing each other; even in the darkness of the room, Taeyeon could mentally map out every centimeter of his face. And as her vision adjusted slightly to the lack of light, she could make out his eyes, glinting lowly in the weak rays of moonlight making their way through her curtains.

“Let’s never do it again,” Jiyong-oppa whispered.

Taeyeon blinked. “What do you mean?”

He took one of her hands in his, his skin warm as it enveloped hers. “Let’s never let anything split us apart like that again.”

Feeling her heart swell, Taeyeon squeezed his hand and, reaching forward, placed her other hand on his chest. “Let’s not,” she agreed, her voice soft with emotion. “I’ve put too much into here,” she said, pressing her fingers gently against the spot that she could feel his heart beating, “to let that happen.”

It was true. There never was, and there never would be, anyone who knew her as much as Jiyong-oppa did. Over their nearly sixteen years together she had entrusted a lot of herself to him. She had told him, showed him, some of her deepest secrets, her most terrifying worries, her weakest moments – and he had done the same for her. He was someone she could relate to, someone who she could always look to for comfort just by him being there and someone who was comforted just by her being there, someone who invigorated her mind and calmed her heart and someone whose mind she invigorated and whose heart she calmed, in a way that no one else did to either of them. She would never let anything threaten what was between them again.

“Half of me is yours,” she murmured. “It’ll always be that way.”

Jiyong-oppa closed his fingers around her hand, placed on his chest. “Half of me is yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

Neither of them were people who believed in or spoke much about forever. Neither of them were people who even liked talking openly about their emotions. But this one thing, Taeyeon knew, they could be honest about.

Because they were completely sure of it.

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Maybe Tomorrow

Pairing: JiyongxReader Summary: It’s okay to have gloomy days or gloomy months. Maybe tomorrow you can be cheerful.

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You could hear the lock to your apartment turn over and the crack of the door being softly pushed open from under your mountain of blankets. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later but you had hoped for more time. The sounds of the door closing and clothes rustling as your guest took off their shoes had you squeezing your eyes shut and burrowing deeper under the blankets.

You knew who it was; he was the only one with a key to your apartment. And you knew he had given you all the time he could before his worry for your well being overruled his respect for your space. He waited four days and five nights.

But now on the fifth day without any word or contact from you, he couldn’t wait any longer. The soft click of your bedroom door being opened told you that your time was up.

“(Y/N)?” Hearing his voice jarred you and made you sink deeper into your mattress. You weren’t ready for this, weren’t ready to face another human being even if he was someone you cared deeply for.

You felt him move closer towards the bed. Felt the weight of his hand as he pressed down on the top of your mountain of blankets. “Damn Jagi, how many blankets do you have?”

“I like the weight.”

His other hand came down on the top of your head, the only part of you that wasn’t buried under the covers. “You must be sweating.” He started to peal the blankets off one by one. “Let’s get some of these off you.”

He got rid of most of your blanket mountain, leaving only the soft white comforter and the blanket your grandmother had made for you. He pulled the edge of the blanket away and ran his fingers through your disgustingly greasy hair to push it out of your face. His touch caused you to finally open your eyes and look at him.

Jiyong looked like a dream, his soft light brown hair clean and unstyled fell into his eyes. He was barefaced, which allowed you to see the soft stubble growing on his chin and the bags under his eyes from working too much. His eyes seemed like they were sparkling as they took you in. His pink lips were curled in a soft fond smile. His beauty made you all the more aware of how you hadn’t showered in a few days. Your hair was a greasy mess, your skin was dried and probably breaking out, and you didn’t want to think about how shrunken and red your eyes were. You pulled the edge of the blankets over your face in shame.

Jiyong sighed in displeasure and pulled the blankets back down. “You know,” He gently cupped your check and pulled your face back to him when you tried to bury it into your pillow. “You’re the most beautiful human I’ve met, and I’ve met myself!”

You huffed but couldn’t bring yourself to smile at his teasing.

“Come on, come here.” He reached under the edge of the blankets for your shoulders. He pulled softly, not enough to force you up but enough to help you sit up on your own.

Once you’re upright, he reached over to the nightstand to grab a glass of water, which he must have gotten before entering your room. “Drink,” He held the glass to your lips until you took it with your own shaky hands. The water felt cold and soothing as it went down. When you’re finished with the glass, he plucked it out of your hands and placed it back on the nightstand.

“I’m sorry” You mumbled as he took a seat next to you on the bed. Without replying he pulled you into his chest and started rubbing small circles on your back. You don’t have the energy to return the embrace, all you could do was take heavy breathes against his shoulder. He pressed his nose to the side of your temple and just breathed you in for a moment.

“Let’s get you into the shower and I’ll put some coffee on, okay?” He whispered gently. You nodded your head in agreement with his plan.

He helped lead you into the bathroom and turned the shower on, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and left you alone to undress and clean yourself up.

You showered on autopilot and it wasn’t long before you turned the water off and walked back into your bedroom. Jiyong had left out some clean clothes on your bed to put on, sweats and his Made sweatshirt that you love to steal from him.

After you’re dressed, you stood next to your bed and eyed the cozy covers and plush pillows. It would be so much easier to just crawl back in. To bury yourself once again under your mountain instead of walk to the kitchen where Jiyong was waiting. The thought of having to interact with another person, even Jiyong has you reaching for the edge of the blanket. Ready to climb in and never come out again.

“(Y/N)?”

Jiyong’s soft call of your name and a light knock on the door caused you to freeze with one knee already pressed on the bed. You bit your lip and the hand holding the blanket back started to shake. “The coffee is ready and I made some peanut butter bread. But take your time, it will be here when you’re ready.” You listened to his soft footfalls as he moved back into the kitchen.

You’re not sure how long you stood there with one foot on the floor the other on the bed. A few deep breathes and you finally placed the blanket back down and stepped away from the bed. Every fiber of your being screamed for your bed but you ignored it and left the room.

By the time your feet touched the cold tiles of the kitchen you were already exhausted. Jiyong looked up from the kitchen table, a mug of coffee held in between his hands. He gave you another one of his fond smiles and tilted his head to the seat across from him where a second mug of coffee and a plate with two pieces of peanut butter bread waited.

You sat down and eyed the items in front of you, lost on how to do basic human functions like eating.

“Here,” Jiyong pushed a tall glass of water across the table. “Start with this and then try a few bites of the bread.” He sat back in his seat and watched as you followed his suggestion.

You were able to make it through the first piece of bread and a third of your coffee before your stomach started to grumble angrily. You placed the mug of coffee back on the table and sagged back into your seat. “Done?” Jiyong asked. He waited for you to nod before he reached across the table and took your balled up fist into his hand. “Good, you did a good job.”

Tears built up in your eyes; your body didn’t know how to handle how good he was being to you. You ripped your hand out from his grasp, feeling guilty and unworthy. “I’m sorry,” You apologized again and scrubbed your eyes with the back of your wrists. “I’m sorry you have to come here and do this. That I couldn’t do it myself.”

You heard his chair move away from the table before he was there in front of you. He gently took your hands away from your face and leaned his forehead against yours. He knew you had been avoiding looking at him in the eye but now he forced you to meet his gaze. His eyes were serious but still sparkled with a fondness that didn’t seem to ever go away.

“Repeat after me; I am worthy, I am worthy, I am worthy…and believe it, because you are.”

You struggled to put your thoughts in order; wanting so bad to repeat after him, but when you opened your mouth nothing would come out. “I- I don’t-” Your breathing picked up as anxiety started to storm through your chest.

“Hey,” He hushed you and pressed a hard kiss against your forehead. “It’s okay if you can’t say it today. We’ll just try again tomorrow or the next day if you can’t tomorrow.”

You didn’t know how to thank the man in front of you for understanding you like he did. All you could do was reach your hand out and grab a fist full of his shirt. The tears in your eyes overflowed and fell.

“I’m here for you, (Y/N).” He used his thumb to wipe away the tracks of your tears. “I’m here until you’re able to see how worthy you are and I’ll be here even after that. If not today, then maybe tomorrow.”

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