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youarejesting · 4 years

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Femme: 40

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Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Pregnancy, Alcohol Consumption (drink responsibly), mentions making love, cumplay (not really), birth, tasting breast milk, emotions and more that I cant think of.

Length: 5.8k words

Announcement: This is dedicated to the Sherlock holmes anon who guessed the dad debate correct. It was Yoongi. Autocorrects may occur and other errors just let me know if there is anything majorly wrong.

Recap: Back from America. You and the boys have to deal with sickness as the last of winter turns to spring. You are finally able to go back to work, however, you find out you are pregnant. The doctor is running the DNA test who is the father.

The boys joined you one by one, each taking boxes and sorting through them, you helped to carry a rubbish bag for anything they were finally ready to part with. You organised so much stuff, and could finally see the crisp cream walls and grey marble tiles.

“We finally can have a computer room for our games?” Taehyung wiggles excitedly bumping fists with Jungkook who was wearing a pair of rabbit ears. “Or a new dance studio” Jimin grinned at Hoseok who made a cheerful noise while he was buried under a pile of little bags.

“Actually I was wondering if perhaps I could have this room” You spoke quietly folding an old shirt of Jin’s. “What why?” Namjoon was quite alarmed, “did we do something wrong?”

“No it is not that, I just want to make something special in this room. A surprise” they nodded some did so reluctantly. You got the key to the room. And ushered them out so you could start planning.

Over the next few weeks, Jiyong and Moon Inshik helped paint and they snuck in furniture while the boys were out. Jiyong was designing the whole thing. Describing your dream nursery with sketches and the colour scheme was white, grey and peach. Later moving on to clothing and designs preferring no pictures or words on the clothes. The baby clothes colour scheme was peach and yellow.

“You think the baby will be a girl?” “I think the baby would look cute in pink and yellow” “Have you heard back from the doctor about the DNA test?”

“Uh yeah yesterday I received the letter, I just wanted to make it special, I don’t know whether to tell him first or if it should be a group thing?” “Whatever feels right” he leaned down to your belly, his hands were cold and fingers thin, his daughter followed his actions touching your stomach as well and whispered to your baby giggling. “Uncle Jiyong is going to spoil you rotten”

“I don’t think you could if you tried”

Yoongi was in his studio returning home in a formal suit, he had met with a client and it seemed the meeting had gone really well; by the way, he didn’t shuffle and drop his bag but was actually humming. Knocking politely before opening the door he grinned “y/n? come in kitten”

The studio was brightly lit, which seemed odd, and his lips were pulled up in a smile. He looked content just satisfied with his day. You walked over slowly, he looked too happy, you were now having second thoughts. Maybe you shouldn’t tell them who the father is and just say we are pregnant to all the boys. “How was your day?”

“Really good, those boys are hectic, but they liked the song and I got a good percentage of its profits. And there will be more if I help them with the rest of their album. They actually invited us all to dinner tonight so, would you like to come”

He was so chatty and bubbly you hoped this didn’t ruin it, he kept trying to pull you forward and you were subtly avoiding him. Touching things on his desk and cleaning up a few papers. His sweater paws laid on the arms of his desk chair no longer grabbing for you.

“Why are you avoiding me, did I do something wrong?” His smile faded and you wanted to hit yourself for being the reason. “No, you are perfect Yoongi,” Not looking at him, the guilt of ruining his happiness set in. “Did you do something wrong, did you break something?”

“Yoongi, I have something to tell you and it’s important” he licked his pretty pink lips in anticipation. Standing with a sigh he ran his hand down his face, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. The sight stirring you, you liked watching Yoongi undress. He walked you to the couch, where he held your hand and waited patiently.

“Tell me” his voice was low and serious offering you a moment. “It’s good news well I think so, but I am worried how you will feel”

Searching your face for the answer, your hands were shaking as you pulled the opened letter from your pocket and you handed it to him.

Opening the paper he began reading, he was quiet for a long time frowning “what does it mean? the DNA results confirm with ninety-nine point eight percent accuracy that Min Yoongi is determined as the biological father”

He looked up to see you crying. “I’m not your great great great granddad or something am I, we aren’t even from the same country” “No idiot” Laughing through misty eyes you pulled out the ultrasound photo and sniffled “This is our baby, Yoongi. You're going to be a dad”

Lunging into your arms he pulled back alarmed touching your belly to make sure he hadn’t hurt the precious bean inside. He wasted no time kissing your lips, face and neck. Laughing even though he was crying, he held you to his chest. “My kitten we are having a baby”

The afternoon was spent cuddling in his bedroom. He rubbed your tummy humming quietly, it was a soft tune that you had never heard before and he looked so content. Stirring only occasionally to ask you questions, “How long has it been?”

“Well I found out when I was about nine weeks, and I technically didn’t want anyone to know until after sixteen weeks, but currently I am twelve weeks which is three months. I’m not showing just yet, but, will you still love me when I get fat?” “I want to see you big with my baby inside of you” he grinned leisurely tracing his fingers around your belly button.

Deciding to show Yoongi the nursery, the two of you agreed to keep it a secret until sixteen weeks. Just in case anything went wrong. Yoongi stepped inside and you showed him the crib, little toys, blankets and a few outfits. “There’s a little rocking chair for when I am nursing the baby, everything is themed peach and yellow because I don’t want my baby limited to ‘girl colours’ or ‘boy colours’. I just want them to be clean, happy, healthy and look cute like their dad”

“It’s beautiful” he smiled sitting in the white rocking chair and humming the tune again. “What are you humming?” “Ah, nothing just something my mum used to sing to me” he rubbed his neck sheepishly pulling you onto his lap rocking you both as he hummed.

You were so peaceful you didn’t hear someone come home. Not even when they stepped into the room. “Wah these boots are so little and cute,” Namjoon was holding the tiny boots up to his face, eyes wide marvelling at how they sat on the palm of his hand.

“Ah, Namjoon!” “Are we having a baby?” He asked glassy eyes meeting yours. You could only nod before he pulled you into a hug “Is Yoongi the father?” “We are all the fathers, I can’t do it on my own, I have no idea how to raise a child, but biologically yes”

“Congratulations, we should celebrate wait till the boys find out,” grabbing Namjoon’s arm before he ran off. “Joonie no, we have to wait until sixteen weeks, because before that it seems too early what if something happens and the maknaes get sad because of it,” he nodded getting serious.

“Okay I won’t tell anyone” he raised his hand to his heart to swear it to you. The three of you left the room locking it up so no one would enter. You got ready for dinner dressing up nicely and stepping into Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Hoseok just came home, did you tell them about dinner tonight?” “Mm, I texted them earlier today” he rolled out of bed his hair dishevelled and his crescent moon eyes bright.

Arriving at the restaurant you saw a large group of young men, each well dressed, handsome, tall and very lean. “hello you must be Suga’s family” “Suga?” “Yeah that’s his producer name” Taehyung whispered before playfully nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Hello my name is Taeyong, I am the leader of NCT” he shook your hand bowing. Everyone sat down ordering food from the elaborate and expensive menu, “how about some champagne, to celebrate”

“Excuse me, Can we get a bottle of Champagne and what would you kids like?” Jaehyun grinned slapping the boys on the back. “Hyung?” They pouted, not happy with being called kids.

“Can we get a pitcher of cherry coke and another of sprite please?” You asked the waiter and he nodded, the boys looked at you curiously. “I feel like some soda”

You had fun playing games with Chenle and Jisung. Proud that you only had to go to the bathroom twice throughout the whole meal. Namjoon and Yoongi were getting really drunk as Namjoon kept slurring Congratulations to Yoongi and toasting to him. Taehyung the only other sober adult at the table helped you call rides for everyone to head home.

Carrying Namjoon inside your apartment building while he was singing at the top of his lungs Taehyung had started to sweat. “Moonchild you shine, When you rise, it's your time, C'mon yo” he tried to get the others to sing each wobbling comically in the elevator. Someone stepped onto the elevator and he grinned at the stumbling detective, recognition on his face.

“Namjoon?” “Moooooonchild dooooon't cry, When moooooon rise, it's your time, C'mon yo” Namjoon was trying to convince this man who seemed to know his name into singing his strange song with him.

“Namjoon how have you been?” “Soup-” he snickered into his hand “sooper dooper good” “I haven’t seen you since school, hey I just moved into this building so I guess I can see you around” He laughed patting him on the back making him fall forward.

“Sorry about him they were celebrating tonight, I am Y/N” “Jackson Wang, you’re the girl who does the femme guide videos that BamBam has been watching. How did I not recognize Namjoon in the videos?”

“Do you have a femme?” “No, but we will very soon and are kind of scared about what to do?” “If you have any questions feel free to ask” you gave him your number and herded the boys out the elevator and towards your apartment.

Once inside you sent the boys who were more cognitive to shower and go to bed. While you and Taehyung were practically carrying Namjoon and Yoongi to their rooms. Yoongi was kissing your belly giggling a wide gummy grin. “I am your dad, and I love you and…” Wondering if he had fallen asleep you heard a sniffle

“... I will try not to fuck up, okay so just go easy on me, I don’t really know what I am supposed to do, I will be there when you get sad and I will try to not get mad at you when you break my things, which you will cause you’re a child. I love you and your mum loves you and when the boys find out they will love you, I know this cause I am a dad, your dad”

There were steps thumping back down the hallway and Taehyung covered in tears ran at you stopping to delicately hug you. “we’re having a baby.” He was square mouth crying his body shaking with the small sobs “Namjoon said Yoongi is the father?”

“Don’t cry, it’s okay, I am a dad, you can hug me,” Yoongi said so sure of himself, puffing his chest out, standing to hug collapse against Taehyung “You want to say hi to the baby, you can’t see them ‘cause they are in there Tae, I put the baby in here, cause I am a dad”

Namjoon stumbled in holding the little baby shoes he had stolen from the nursery. “Yoongi, I got you a present for you, look they are so little” Namjoon and Yoongi curled up on the bed together holding a shoe each. Only after they argued on who got the left one, Namjoon said it was the most important as the left always goes missing. “I should have the left one because I am a dad”

Taehyung ignored the two drunkards and lifted your shirt bending down to place a kiss on your tummy. Whispering quietly and rubbing soothing circles on your hips. He lured you to his room and stripped and laid you on his bed so he could take photos.

“Hello my friend I expect it would be warm inside someone’s belly, I don’t know where you are hiding because I can’t see you yet, but I know your in there” he looked up at you, “can they hear me?”

With no time to answer Taehyung opened your legs and practically shouted into your vagina, you lost it laughing so hard and he pouted. “It’s really sweet but don’t scream at my business” he grinned and wiggling his eyebrows

“Would you rather I do something else” you nodded at his offer. Slowly and hesitantly he buried himself between your legs, rolling his body against yours in slow thrusts trying not to hurt you.

For the first time, he wasn’t chasing his high with you, he was holding your hands and telling you how much he loved you. You felt so special his slow moans were in a thick baritone. The two of you cuddled all night listening to classical music.

You had such a peaceful rest, Taehyung had exhausted you into a deep sleep. When you woke you felt sick rushing to the nearest bathroom. Vomiting in the toilet, your throat burnt with the acid from your stomach. No matter how bad the morning sickness got, you were thankful that it always faded quickly.

Washing your mouth out and heading to the kitchen, you saw Jimin was making some toast. He was dressed in a pastel blue button-up and tan trousers, looking angelic. He pushed the plate of toast across the bench towards you and proceeded to make another two pieces for himself.

He looked tired from last night and you giggled, his thick lips pursed staring out the window. “My prince you look-“

“Princess, I think you might be pregnant” he blurted out “I don’t know much about females but I started researching after the incident in the bathroom and well... you have been throwing up every morning and you have been to the bathroom a lot and you didn’t drink last night and just so many things”

Shock.

Jimin crossed the bench and hugged you, burying his nose in your hair where he gently inhaled your scented conditioner. “it’s okay love we are all here for you, have you been to the doctor, we can book you in for a check-up-”

“Jimin, I have already been, you can’t tell anyone okay?” “Tell anyone what?” Seokjin walked in heading to the fridge, he opened the doors and was shuffling around the fruit and vegetable crisper, his broad shoulder facing you. Throwing an egg at the kitchen window, it hit with a loud bang. Seokjin jumped at the noise turning around eyes wide looking for the source of the noise. Only to see Jimin frozen and looking at you like you were crazed.

“Don’t tell anyone Jimin threw an egg at the window” Pointing accusingly at Jimin and then at the said window, his mouth opening and shutting trying to speak and defend himself before he deflated. “Please don’t tell” he pouted, Seokjin took a cup of coffee and his fruit breakfast and left for work, the two of you alone once more eating toast silently.

“Jimin, pregnancies are really unstable you don’t tell anyone until sixteen weeks, I am only twelve please don’t tell anyone, imagine how devastated everyone would be if something happened” You held out your pinky and he took it with his, swearing to you he wouldn’t tell before sharing a kiss.

“You are not lying to me are you, you really are?” he whispered nodding you told him that you were, in fact, pregnant and it was Yoongi’s baby, but you wanted all the boys to treat this baby as if it was theirs as you were one big family. He dragged you to his room, locking the door, and sitting you on the bed.

You felt electricity buzz through you, as he knelt between your legs, followed by warmth when he hugged your middle. “Hello Um… baby, my name is Uh Jimin, I love you little one. I know you will be loved by everyone. I will teach you everything I know, and when you need help I want you to know you can come to me. I promise” he was smiling so brightly at your tummy his fingers delicately caressing and tickling your sides. He saw you had started crying hand pressed to your mouth to suppress whimpers.

“Princess don’t cry,” kissing your forehead he smelt like orange blossom and when his lips met yours he tasted like plum jam on toast. “I’m sorry it’s just everyone has been so good and talking to the baby and I’m so hormonal and emotional”

Rounding up all the boys who knew your secret and dragging them into Yoongi’s studio much to his dismay, you discussed keeping it top secret. They all understood swearing they would try not to let it slip.

“What are you working on? A lullaby?” Taehyung read the computer screen, “Is it for the baby, I want to make a song too please” “Me too” Jimin piped up, they all got Yoongi to agree, Namjoon was also onboard with the idea of writing something. You were all excited and in your own thoughts when you heard Hoseok shout from the kitchen.

“Why is there an egg splattered on the kitchen window, god I hope that’s egg if it’s not y’all need some sort of god to save your soul from sins and maybe a doctor yellow-orange is not a good colour”

You didn’t make it till the end of the day until they all knew, “You're pregnant!” Hoseok accused the ultrasound had fallen from Yoongi’s pocket, “this is a baby right, not a lumpy tumour, I have seen an ultrasound before”

Seokjin was choking on noodles, “really?” “Jagiya have you been playing with strays?” Hoseok grinned “You knew and didn’t tell us?” Jungkook pointed

Jimin put on a shocked face, pretending like he didn’t know “princess, you are pregnant? Since when? who is the father?” “But Jimin you already knew,” Taehyung said causing everyone to facepalm. “You all knew?” “I just found out” Seokjin breathed trying to console the screeching Jungkook.

“Same” Hoseok raising his hands innocently. You explained why you didn’t tell them and how the boys had found out you were expecting. “I told Yoongi, because, this is his biological child. Namjoon found out on and got drunk accidentally telling Taehyung and Jimin figure it out on his own.

Jungkook finally forgave you and each of the boys took turns talking to your belly and looking at the ultrasound.

Seven months pregnant and staying in a hotel, you walked out of the elaborate bathroom and got dressed. You had a small paid crew filming you for your channel.

Your phone started ringing the caller ID said Seokjin, you answered, “hello my love” “Are you ready, the boys are getting tired of waiting?” “Alright stop complaining I need to get my room key” you scooped up your things up and headed to the elevator. Handing T.O.P your room key.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror the dress you wore made your little round tummy look cute and you felt like you were glowing. The elevator stopped on the ground floor and you slowly walked out and headed towards the hall. Seokjin's hotel was a luxury style building a perfect place for all occasions and the food was lovely.

The boys would be waiting for you just around the corner, there was a sweet piano piece playing. You recognised it as the one Yoongi had gifted you in the piano-shaped music box.

Inshik smiled by the entrance and took your hand kissing it. He told you how beautiful you looked and Jiyong placed your veil in your hair. It was time to go in. The boys next door, we’re all dressed in pretty suits each carrying a basket of petals. They were your flower boys.

They each hugged you Kai and Soobin patting your round belly. “Rub the belly for good luck?” “I’m not Buddha”

They went down the aisle first throwing the petals. Jiyong followed wearing a spectacular bridesmaid dress, he had made it to perfectly work with his shape and it was in your weddings accent colour.

Inshik held out his arm and you hooked yours around it, “you don’t have to do this, just remember we can leave at any time if you are scared or have second thoughts”

“Nothing can stop me from getting married today.” He led you down the aisle. Everyone you knew was there the NCT group, Rose, Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo, Jiyong’s family including Misuk who had the rings and Jackson and his family there. Jackson had introduced you to his family which had a new member a lovely femme who you had visited and helped her get settled in this new lifestyle.

One look at each other across the hall and you all started crying, thanking the heavens you wore waterproof makeup. Reading your vows addressing them each one at a time and telling them intricately how much you loved and adored them. They read theirs to you each telling you how much you completed them and made them better. The celebrant was an old friend of Seokjin’s. His name was Leeteuk. Apparently, he officiated weddings often for the hotel. He had great fun making everyone feel special and relaxed during the ceremony.

“I now pronounce you, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband and wife, you may now kiss your bride” They each took their turn kissing you each kiss different. But each kiss was filled with love and passion.

The ceremony led into the reception where you danced a small progressive waltz with the boys, spinning you onto the next partner. Cutting the cake and throwing the bouquet marked the end of the evening. The honeymoon suite was spacious and very romantically set. You were worshipped through the evening and well into the morning until you were utterly exhausted.

Nine months pregnant and waddling to work beside Jungkook, who was trying and failing to hide his amusement at the way you swayed. Going to work was less about actually working and more about talking with Inshik. You sat keeping him company and served a few customers. It wasn't a hard job, you also liked the cool temperature of the icecream van. You had some ice cream and was talking with Inshik about the book you bought for his birthday two months ago. He had finally finished it and was discussing the plot twists and character development.

Jungkook arrived to pack up the picnic tables and umbrellas, he refused to let you set up or pack up the equipment. He would just smile and tell you to go easy as pregnant women shouldn’t lift or exert themselves. Then at the end of the day, the two of you walked home hand in hand picking up, Jimin and Seokjin along the way.

The moment you stepped in the door Taehyung was waiting to whisk you away into Namjoon’s office where he would undress you. He had been using the back of the office for photoshoots. Most people have one maternity shoot you had one every day, sometimes he just took different angles of your belly. Your favourite photo was one he took where your feet were peeking out from behind your belly.

You couldn’t say no especially when he praised you so much and made you feel beautiful, it always ended with the two of you making love in Namjoons office. Which Namjoon himself had confessed was always a nice sight to come home to.

Namjoon and the boys had all practised how to change a baby’s clothes, Jungkook was admittedly better at it than you. “I love you mama bear” Taehyung whispered helping you into your robe. Jimin poked his head into the room with a bright smile, he clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Taehyungie, you not supposed to leave marks like this every day, our princess has work”

“I didn’t leave any yesterday” he held his arms up with a grin.

“Princess, I got another bottle of cream” Jimin excitedly hugged you his chest pressed to your back swaying you both his hands under your tummy taking the weight off your back. Moaning in relief you laid your head back. “I will rub it onto your belly, this is the best for stretch marks they say you won’t even be able to see anything.”

“Mmm?” “And then afterwards I can cut some peaches” he kissed your jaw. “Mmm yeah then what baby?” “Then maybe I can rub your back” “I love when you talk dirty to me”

After you were lathered in vitamin E cream, fed and massaged, everyone had returned home. Seokjin massaged your feet and painted your toenails.

“Excuse me, are you single?” You grinned at the broad-shouldered gentleman at your feet. “Ah I am married and my pregnant wife is so stunning” he smiled wiggling his hand to flash the ring on his hand.

“My pregnant wife is pretty too” Hoseok kissed your temple making hearts at you. “Oh, what are your wives names?” “Y/n” they answered in unison and pretended to raise fists at each other.

“You trying to steal my wife?” “Ya! Who would want to marry your horse face”

You took their moment of distraction to sneak of looking for Jungkook. He was supposed to be making dinner. You looked everywhere. Instead finding Yoongi sitting in the nursery hands clasped together gently rocking back and forth on the rocking chair. His eyes closed as he made a sound that could have been mistaken as a purr.

“Hey daddy” you grinned he didn’t even flinch but his lips pulled up in a soft lazy smile. He blinked slowly coming out of his daze and looking up at your swollen figure, “you still love me?”

You asked them every day and each one replied the same. ‘Always’ he held his arms out and you walked into them his long arms wrapping around your waist just touching at the small of your back. He gently pressed his soft and squishy cheek against your tummy, you felt the baby shift pressing an elbow into his face. “hey are you ruining my moment with your mother, when you get out we will have words”

Yoongi walked you to his room, passing the chaos in the lounge. He shut the bedroom door cancelling out the noise, he took a moment to admire how beautiful you looked just being yourself. You were flicking through the books on his bedside table.

“Jimin has been on our backs to read these stupid books about pregnancy. Reading is what we have Namjoon for” You laughed smacking his arm, his eyes darkened and he growled at you “did you just hit me?”

“Get on your hands and knees” he pulled off your robe. Undoing his pants and grasping his shaft firmly he slipped himself inside you gently. His long arms reaching around you to hold your round belly in his hands. You moaned as he took the weight off your back. He always did this and when you asked he said it wasn’t fair that you had to carry the weight all the time.

You were feeling really good he was warming up, he always started so cautiously and gentle until you asked him for more. Being pregnant made orgasms feel so much stronger except this time you felt weird all of a sudden really really weird.

A sharp pain in your back and a tightness that rolled down your stomach, you felt trickling down your legs. Yoongi moaned thrusting a little harder at how you had tightened so hard around him he was so close. He was about to let go when you shouted.

“Yoongi wait stop. bangtan bangtan!” He pulled out and looked at you worried, never hearing you say the safe word before touching your face and then your stomach.

“What did I do?” “My water just broke” “Your what”

“How far did you get through the fucking book Yoongi” you snatched the book off the bedside table finding the dog eared page, “you’re on the third page?” “Yeah” he frowned guilty his voice breathless and his cock rock hard and throbbing in anticipation to his release. Laughing at his cluelessness.

“Fuck I love you” you kissed him, his hands rubbing your belly forgetting the contraction that had passed through you not a second ago. You scraped your nails along his scalp and moaned into his mouth and this seemed to be all he needed as he came hard on your thigh.

The two of you looked down, your eyes staring at the pool of cum before your eyes travelled back up his chest to his guilty and pissed off expression. “Did you just come on my thigh?” “What a waste” He pouted, smirking you ran your finger over it swiping a little for a taste which made him smile even though he tried his hardest to still be pissed.

You cleaned up and began pacing slowly, you needed to hold out for a while before heading to the hospital. Your contractions weren’t anywhere near close. You called the birthing clinic to let them know your water had broke and that you would come in when your contractions get closer. You were timing the contractions on your phone.

That night at around nine you made your way to the hospital, you had the baby later that evening just before midnight. A little boy. He had his father’s crescent eye shape, cute nose and mouth. The boys stepped into the room their cheeks wet, noses pink. Yoongi had the first hold and the boys patted his shoulders gently in congratulations.

“His name is Min Kyung Ju”

Jungkook was a mess he hadn’t stopped crying, he didn’t like to see you in pain and especially didn’t like to hear you crying during the delivery. Taehyung had filmed a little of you in the hospital room before you went into active labour.

The boys loved Kyungju named as the 32nd generation of the Min clan. The boy’s parents stopped by the hospital dropping off some flowers and meeting the baby.

You were breastfeeding one day when Kyungju opened his eyes you started giggling he had your eye colour. They weren’t the dark brown almost black colour of Yoongi‘s they were lighter (lighter brown, green, hazel, grey, blue, pink).

Your channel had become so popular. You had the NCT boys on your show for mukbangs, especially with Seokjin. Playing games with the younger ones. The TXT boys had their own channel now and collaborated with you guys often.

Misuk loved Kyungju. She would lay on her belly and watch him wriggle around on the floor. “Kyungie is so funny”

You came home from an appointment on a particularly hot day to see Jimin shirtless with the baby lying naked on his chest on the couch. Everything was so beautiful you decided to take a photo. Jimin groaned in exasperation his eyes snapping open. “Really, why would you pee on me?”

“I will get a towel” giggling at Jimin who was glaring up at you to get a towel.

Kyungju was a vocal baby but never really cried, ever since birth, he would make gummy squeaks and little sounds when he breathed, he liked to hear his own voice, Yoongi had made a space in his studio where a small bouncer sat beside the desk and he could watch his son chew on the ears of his Woogie. (A floppy cat toy that had a small rattle sound inside)

Taehyung took so many photos of your son you couldn’t help but grin as he ran to you with his camera showing you all the photos. “This is when he started to yawn, this is him smiling the same gummy smile as Yoongi.”

While playing with Seokjin, he started babbling a string of dadadada and blowing raspberries, the whole room went quiet as he squealed and giggled at his Woogie before pulling his feet up to hold, his foot in his mouth.

“Ew, feet are not for mouths” Seokjin grinned at the boy, “did your foul mouth daddy teach you that one?”

Namjoon was playing with Kyungju bouncing him, while you got dressed for the day. Kyungju’s eyebrows pulled together in concentration made Namjoon laugh that is until milk poured from the infant’s mouth and onto his suit. He called for help. “Ahh someone grab the baby, he vomited on me”

“Hold him properly, you’re scaring him” Taehyung scolded grabbing a cloth to clean the mess. Hoseok scooped up the bundle and cooed making the boy giggle once more.

It was a special night you went on a date with Jungkook. You went to Han River on a dinner cruise and had delicious food. Returning home late Jungkook led you to his room pulling off your dress and kissing your neck. You were both excited to have some time to indulge in your pleasures, it had been two months since having Kyungju, two months since you last had sex. Wearing your best lingerie. You told him you wanted to ride him and he responded with a grin, laying back on the bed propping his head up with pillows. He pushed your panties to the side and guided you down his thick length.

Getting really into the moment, Jungkook gripping your hips as you bounced on top of him. He hissed when you circled your hips. Yet the moment had to be broken by a cry from the baby monitor, freezing in place, you both turned to the monitor screen which was in all the boy’s rooms. You watched as Hoseok entered the Nursery to take care of the baby his voice playing through the monitor. “Your mum just wants one night off” the crying settled but you heard a gasp from underneath you.

Looking down you noticed your bra was wet, the babies' cry made your milk start leaking. Jungkook gently massaged your hips and bit his lip. His shy bunny smile and his knitted brows showed you he was curious and wanting to ask something. “Yeobo, can I try some?”

“I mean if you want. I heard a lot of bodybuilders actually use breast milk” Laughing at how quick he was to sit up. He shushed you his cheeks flushed pulling down your bra and tasting some of your milk. You blushed and he grinned up at you. “It’s weird, not horrible just different, I think I will stick to regular milk”

Kyungju was a lazy baby, but still liked to wriggle and roll across the floor, he was always up to mischief. Whenever he was picked up by Namjoon he had a habit of drooling or blowing raspberries, you knew it was because he liked the faces Namjoon pulled when he did it.

The baby album which was released with songs you all had written for Kyungju, it sold twenty thousand copies and every day you sold a few more. It wasn’t anything too spectacular but it made you some money. You discussed the possibility of hosting live shows where you can talk to audiences and meet fans of the channel perhaps even sing a song or two live. However, you decided you were not ready for another overseas type experience, especially with a baby.

Waking to a cry. This one sounded different and Namjoon was the first to respond, he arrived at Seokjin’s room with your precious baby. “Love, I think Kyungie is sick”

You and Seokjin shot out of bed and got dressed heading to the hospital, it was just a fever caused by a cold. After a course of antibiotics, he was back to normal.

Kyungju was scared of the vacuum he started crying when Seokjin started cleaning the living room. Jimin tried his best to console him, but it wasn’t going well. Unable to handle the sound of his sons crying nor watching the tears run down the poor boys face Yoongi took his son and walked him into the soundproof studio and patted his son to sleep. You were amused listening to the boys argue.

“So now I am the devil for cleaning the house, no one is yelling at Hoseok for cleaning” “Because the mop isn’t screaming in our son's ear”

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The Stroke Of Midnight

Seventeen + BigBang Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader Characters: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi), Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon), Wen Junhui (Jun) Summary: Can you believe the only person Hoshi has the remote interest in talking to wants to leave before midnight? Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Cinderella AU-ish, mafia au, fluff, angst, etc.

A/N: i watched cinderella and got feels. Also i made hoshi's hyung gdragon just because they have the same last name bye hahahahah

Also for he record, soonyoung can stab me with a fork and i'd thank him

Soonyoung had much better plans than this-- in a constrained tuxedo, forcing smiles and caviar down his throat. Old people with unneccessarily wrinkly faces from the stress of not being able to sleep at night were congratulating him for his older brother's accomplishment. Sure, he helped kill the leader of their rival group, but damn this bow-tie was so tight.

To the world unknowing, this was just another rich family throwing a lavishly over-expensive party. But to those who were head of the households and old enough to understand, this was the underlings paying homage to the wealthiest and most dangerous family in the country.

Attendance was a must, unless you wanted a shell of lead through your skull.

Soonyoung sighs and adjusts his bow tie for the hundredth time. His older brother watches him from where they stood, waiting for the last of the guests to greet them. Yes, Soonyoung had much, much, much better plans.

"Just take it off if it annoys you that much," the infamous G-Dragon spoke, nose flaring im annoyance.

Soonyoung wastes no time and pulls the bow tie off him, breathing in, stuffing the silk in his pocket. His older brother clicks his tongue, "mother will be furious."

"Not unless I avoid her all night, Jiyong-ah," Soonyoung smiles.

"Ya! How dare you talk down on me!"

It was then, as Soonyoung got hit at the back of the head, he saw the glittery, baby blue dress flowing, and wandering eyes on a captivating wearer. Immediately, he appeared not so irritated, and in fact wholly captivated, even though he recieved a literally major blow.

Jiyong watches as his dongsaeng gawks, then snorts at his expression. "Typical," he mutters, fully wanting his brother to get annoyed at his remark and to recieve the relentless teasing he had in store.

But Soonyoung was too caught up, especially when you hid your laugh behind your hand over something.

Jiyoung turns from you to him and rolls his eyes chuckles, "Ya, you bastard, go talk to her." Instantly, Soonyoung gets shoved, and yet he doesn't even glare at his hyung for doing so.

Jiyong can't help but feel amusement, and jealousy at the same time, "Aish, I wish I could do that too."

"Kwon Soonyoung," he introduces the moment you two are in proximity. You turn to him from over your exposed shoulder and fully move your body to face him. You look at his hand and then connect yours with his. He leans down and kisses the skin on the back. You let out a soft, airy chuckle, expected a handshake and not a kiss. Still you play off the blush.

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"I've never been here before." After saying such, you immediately shift your focus elsewhere and note, "I like the music they're playing. It's fast enough to be lively, but slow enough to waltz to."

"Then," Soonyoung gives out his hand, "would you like to dance?"

You turn to his hand then over to the large clock on the wall. 10:16 pm. You turn to the man beside you. He was handsome and direct. Besides, it wasn't that late. You take him in and find yourself returning the soft, mischevious smirk he has on his lips.

You chuckle and take his hands, "I guess dancing won't do any harm."

And for the first time tonight, Soonyoung has a conversation. And not one out of pleasantries or force, but a lively one with purpose. He revels when he gets you to laugh and turn a shade pink. He thinks of every way to make your heart flutter and pulls on every string that works harshly.

"Jiyong-ie," his mother emerges beside him. G-Dragon turns to her with soft, respectful eyes. "Who's that lady with my Hoshi?"

Jiyong chuckles lowly as her mother raises her brows in curiousity, and apporval he guesses. For a moment, mother and son watch the dancing bodies and take in the busy hall in front of him. Jiyong smirks and shrugs, "Who knows?"

"He seems to be head over heels," the woman notes. She suddenly gasps, "he pulled off his bow tie!"

Jiyong breaks into a laugh, "Good luck, jerk."

The music changes, and the live orchestra plays something much slower than before. To the two of you, this somehow translates to needing to pull the other closer, as if you still could. Soonyoung refuses to let go of his hands placed in yours and on your waist. You smile when he finishes a story about his childhood playground injury. You don't mind his clutch, in fact welcome it.

"What about you?"

"Me?" you ask, seemingly questioning yourself, "I'm boring."

Soonyoung purses his lips and hums, "I don't care."

Your pulse rises at his deep tone, and you lick your lips unabashedly, "well, I wash the dishes."

"Mmm," Soonyoung says, leaning in, eye capturing your lips, "sexy."

Your face burns and you break into a nervous, giddy laugh. Soonyoung laughs as well, pleased with your reaction.

And then, the large Victorian looking wall clock rings loudly. Your heart drops upon hearing it. You whip your head to see the time, only to have it confirmed it was really indeed 12 midnight. You sigh. Time, what a traitor.

Soonyoung looks at you, eyes concerned, lips pouted into a soft frown.

You want to kiss him right now. He's been nothing short of a prince charming. But you had to go.

And so you say this out loud.

"What?" Soonyoung mutters in shock so softly in disbelief.

You manage to pull awya from him because he is just so dumbfounded. "I had a wonderful time, but I really have to go."

You turn around and dart yourself through the sea of people. You try not to rub yourself against anyone if possible, but the amount of people present made it nearly impossible to avoid.

Soonyoung buffers a second more, before coming to his senses on how moronic he is for wasting so much time in doing so. "Wait," he says weakly.

You're quick on your feet, and near the exit when your heel buckle snags in your haste. You gasp and spare a moment to look at your feet and curse. You all but decide to tread on nevertheless. You come off walking as if you had a limp because of your wardrobe malfunction, and by the time you bump into someone, you decide enough is enough.

You wind up grabbing the man's bicep for the sake of your balance and turning to him with contniuous apologies. Normally, Jiyong would brush you off coldly, but due to the fesitivities, he was in a good mood, also you were really pretty, also you were the girl his younger brother was dancing with.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "It's okay."

You frown and kick your one broken shoe to the side in annoyance. Jiyong watches, brow raising in amusement and curiosity. You then push past him, rising and falling rapidly with uneven height. You get a few steps away when Jiyong has the brain to stop you and question, "You leaving like that?"

You don't really stop, even though there was a hand on your arm, "I don't really have a--" but the sound of your other flimsy buckle comong undone stops you, and you fall out of unbalance, yet again coming crashing on Jiyong.

You sigh and turn to your feet, slipping the cheap thing off you. Never again.

You lock eyes with Jiyong for a second, giving the quickest explanation, "I don't have time to explain."

With that you run off down the stairs of leading to the entrance, on in this case exit, of the place. You squeal when your bare feet come in contanct with the cool floor, small rocks, and what was hoepfully a puddle of water.

Your eyes catch Jun's agitated look. He bursts into a groan and sigh when he sees you. Annoyed, he waves his hands, urging, "Faster, faster!"

You clench your teeth and give a sour expression as you run to him and his car as fast as you can, for dear life. "I'm sorry!"

Jiyong watches as you go off with another man in a tuxedo, only this one kept his bow tie on. He furrows his brows and tilts his head, something he only does when he is intrigued.

Soonyoung errupts from behind him, hands flying onto Jiyong's shoulders, out of breath, "Did you see her?!"

Jiyong rolls his eyes and nods, "she just ran off with some other guy, dream boat."

"What?" Soonyoung snaps and the bolts to the door. Only by the time he got down the stairs, Jun's car, with him and you in it, has driven away with high speed.

Soonyoung groans and kicks the air in annoyance. His hands run and ruffle through his perfectly styled hair, loosening it where it was once neatly waxed and combed, making it look like he had just woken up; that, or he had lost a fight. And the latter had never happened in his entire life.

... perhaps until tonight.

Jiyong trots down to his brother to gloat, only to see that Soonyong looked genuinely devastated. Wih his hands in his pockets, Jiyong was supposed to comfort him, at least even a little before rubbing salt, except Soonyong beat him to the punch, "she's perfect hyung! Straight out of a damn fairytale."

Soonyoung sucks in a breath, "She has such a beautiful smile, and I don't even know her name!"

Soonyoung snorts and places his hands on his hips in frustation. Jiyong watches as he paces around in silence.

The younger of the two snaps, "she knows how to make Japanese food, hyung."

Jiyong breaks into a chuckle upon hearing that. Soonyoung only grinds his teeth.

"Alright, alright," Jiyong nods and pulls out a key from his pocket. It's for his motor bike. Soonyoung turns to his brother, to his hand, and immediately lights up. Jiyong however pulls his grip away before his brother can take it, and says flatly, "put on a helmet."

With that, Soonyoung grabs the key and runs off.

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cherrymotion · 3 years

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JENNIE AND GDRAGON? LOCK THIS MAN UP ! GO TO JAIL !

#text #mymelody.txt #hes known her since she was what like . 14? if this rumor is true hes a fucking CREEP.

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Flower Road pt2

I have something important to say! This is part of a bigger universe...

For more information; click here! (I heavily recommend reading these first)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, alludes to sex

Sunlight filters into the quiet room where the two people lay entangled in each other's bare limbs, half-awake but still happy. Jiyong's fingers trail over the puckered scar on your side, where months ago you had nearly died in a back alley. Flowers still bloomed from the two of you, baby's breath for small cuts and bruises, peonies for mortal wounds, though those were few and far between.

“Do you want to go out with me today?” He asked softly, trying to preserve the perfect moment. You simply nod, shifting your arm to card your fingers through his frazzled locks. He grins at the action, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head further into your hand.

“You're like a cat.” You giggle, he responds with a small hum, grabbing your hand. He pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrists, trailing his lips up your arm slowly. You're liking where the morning is going until you both hear someone running towards your room. In the split second before the door bursts open, you both grab the guns hidden under your pillows and sit up, ready to defend yourselves.

Daesung picks himself off the floor where he had landed after tripping on the rug just inside the doorway, dusts off his pants, looks up at the pair of you and screams, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“Oh, there is so much more naked than I was expecting.” He cries. You let out a sigh, putting the safety on your gun and pulling the sheet over your bare torso, shifting it enough to cover Jiyong as well.

“We're covered, what do you need to bad you had to barge in?” Jiyong asks, clearly annoyed his plans were ruined. Daesung peeks from behind his fingers, giving you both a once over before clearing his throat and dropping his hand.

“CL is in on the phone, something has happened to Miss Park.” He informed his leader, who swore under his breath. “TOP hyung is distracting her while I get you.”

“I'll be there in a few minutes, go.” The switch from sweet Jiyong to leader Gdragon was always a bit of a shock, but hot nonetheless.

The shift from your previous life to the one you lived now was nothing short of sudden. Three days after your attack you had finally been allowed to go home and Lisa made you quit your job the following day. The look on your shit boss' face when you strolled into the building in a new pair of Louboutin's and slapped your resignation papers on his desk before walking away in the arms of his biggest competitor, that's something you could never forget. Ji gave you a job that day, having you begin work as his personal stylist once you were more healed, which was really just an excuse for you to see him undressed, not that you were complaining. During the past few months, he had also been educating you on the ins and outs of his less than legal life and having Seunghyun teach you a variety of weapons.

Daesung left the room and you let out a small huff, more than a little disappointed that your morning plans were effectively canceled. Ji noticed your expression and leaned towards you, pressing light kisses to your cheek.

“I will make it up to you, we'll go out as soon as possible.” He promised, pressing another kiss to your cheek before climbing out of bed and beginning to dress. “Meet me in my office in a bit, yeah?”

“Of course.” You assured him, accepting a proper kiss as he left the room.

You took your time getting dressed, checking your phone, and cleaning up the clothing that had ended up strewn across the room due to last nights, activities.

The house was already in a rush as you made your way to Ji's office on the other side of the large manor. Youngbae was speaking rapidly into the phone as he paced back and forth in the living room, Dae was nowhere to be found and you were pretty sure it was Seunghyun in the gun range. It didn't take long to find Dae, running into him and Ji when they burst out of Ji's office.

“Babe, what's happened?” You asked, confused at the frantic looks on their faces.

“A friend of ours is in the hospital, we're heading over there now,” Jiyong explained as you joined him, catching up with his pace, and following them towards the garage.

“Which hospital?” You asked, wanting to know exactly where he was going, just in case. Ji stopped once the three of you had arrived at the garage, letting Dae go ahead and get the car.

“Busan General, room 1554.” He set his hands on your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes. “If I don't call you in an hour, I want you to take your car and go there.”

“Why would I-”

“Bang Hyuk put my friend in the hospital. Had his ex beaten until she was on the edge.”

“And you think he's using her as bait.” You realized, to which he nodded.

“If something happens to me, I want you to visit her, and when she's able to, I want you both to go to Incheon.”

“No.” You immediately decided. He chuckled, dropping his hands and shrugging.

“Didn't think so. But promise me you'll listen to the boys?”

“Absolutely not. They're idiots.” He let out another laugh.

“Yeah, but not entirely stupid, they'll know what to do. Okay? When in doubt, contact a man named Kim Mingyu, he owns a cafe, Meanie's Nook, at the border of the northern district. He'll help you.”

“Mingyu in the north district. Okay.” You nodded. “Just promise me you'll come back.” He offered you a grin, cupping your cheeks to press his lips to yours once more.

“I always do, don't I?”

You were beginning to understand why Tae paced so much. Only 15 minutes had passed but you still paced Jiyong's office as though he had been gone for days. You wondered if this was how he felt when you were still unconscious from your attack.

“They're fine.” You murmured, your grip on the tv remote tightening as the news played out behind you. “They still have plenty of time.” You tried to reason. “You just need to calm down.” You flopped down in his desk chair, opening his drawer to find the bottle of scotch he kept there for moments like this. Pouring yourself a glass you resumed your pacing, the booze burning its way down your throat. You had just swallowed the last of the drink when pain erupted across your body.

The glass fell from your hand, luckily not breaking, as your head pounded and your shoulder ached. You could feel the telltale burn of flowers blooming, a similar sensation to the drink you had just finished, combined with the pain of the actual wounds. On shaking legs you stumbled to the mirror on the wall and ripped off your shirt, finding Baby's Breath blooming in patches on your arm, and in a large clump on your temple.

A moment later Seunghyun was throwing the door open, Youngbae and Hyorin behind him, all three with guns raised.

“Y/n? Why'd you scream?” You turned to them, chest heaving and shirt clutched in your shaking hands.

“Find Jiyong. Now.”

You were pacing again, although this time it was for good reason. You still hurt, though it had lessened to a dull ache, but this meant that Jiyong was hurt. Youngbae and Seunghyun had already left the manor, leaving you and Hyorin to your own devices. Which translated to you pacing and monitoring the news, still only in a sports bra, and Hyorin sitting at Jiyong's desk trying to calm you down.

“I'm sure it was just a minor accident darling, you shouldn't worry yourself so much.” She cooed, and you were sure in any other circumstance you would have agreed, but this time you couldn't. Something was wrong and you didn't like it.

“Hyo, you and Youngbae, you're soulmates, right?” You had stopped pacing and turned to look at her, fingers playing with the flowers on your shoulder.

“Of course.”

“What's your connection?” She tilted her head in confusion, reminding you much of a puppy.

“Our marks would appear on each other.”

“Was he doing this,” You gestured vaguely to the room, “When you met?” She nodded. “Then you must know how nerve-wracking it is, seeing his pain, and not being able to do anything. But you, you didn't see the pain at the moment, you didn't feel every time he was shot, or punched, or hurt in some way. I can. I feel everything, from broken bones to gunshots, all the way down to a paper cut. I know.” Your eyes were brimming with tears now, scared and worried for him. “I know the pain he's in right now, and knowing what he does, I'm scared.” You confessed, and the first tear escaped your eye, making you huff and wipe furiously at your eyes. Hyo was hugging you an instant later, a motherly embrace you slightly envied Youngbae for.

“I'm here. We, mafia wives have to stick together, otherwise, we'll worry ourselves into early graves.” She spoke softly. “Our boys are strong, they're thick-skinned and thicker skulled, don't worry too much about them.” You nodded, trying to quell your tears. “And don't you cry for them, they're big boys, we are too pretty to be crying every time they get themselves into trouble.” You nod as she steps away from you, “Dry your eyes, sweets, let's fix your makeup and know this; as Jiyong's soulmate, command is yours when something happens to him.”

“Really?” She nods, patting her fingers under your eyes.

“Yes ma'am. So chin up, and chest out, your the leader's girl, the Dragon's wife. Be strong.”

“You're right.”

“Always am.”

“There's no time for tears,” You nodded again, taking in a deep breath. Your phone ringing made both of you jump.

“It's Seunghyun.” She announced, handing you the device. You closed your eyes briefly, collecting your thoughts.

“TOP,” You greeted, “Tell me you have good news.”

“Good and bad.”

“Explain.” You ordered, seating yourself in Jiyong's chair. Hyo watched you from the other side of the desk, a proud glint in her eyes.

“We found Dae, from what I can tell the car was flipped into a ditch.”

“But no Jiyong.” You sighed. “Of course not. What's Dae's condition?”

“Conscious, but barely.”

“Bring him here. And get the car out of the public eye.” You glanced at Hyo for confirmation and she nodded, motioning for you to continue. “I want you all home asap.”

“Taeyang's getting him loaded into the car now. He's got a wound on his shoulder, possibly a gunshot. A friend with a tow truck is on his way, should be here in a few minutes.”

“Have Tae bring him home now, I want you to confirm the cars moved somewhere safe.”

“Hyorin told you about Ji's policy about his soulmate didn't she.” His voice was a lot softer as he noted this.

“How am I doing?” You asked, shoulders slumping slightly.

“Acting like a natural leader. Trucks just up the road, Tae is leaving now, should be home in 15 minutes or less.”

“Make it less.”

“Yes boss.”

“And if you're gone for longer than an hour, I'll hunt you down.” You could practically hear him grin at your words.

“Yes boss.” You let out a breath as you heard the click.

“How'd I do?” You asked the older woman.

“If I didn't know better, I would have thought you had been doing this your whole life.” She praised. “You're doing great.”

“With any luck I won't be doing it much longer.” You stood from your seat, debating getting another glass of scotch. “But I see why Ji drinks the way he does.”

“Oh it'll only get worse from here. If Ji is gone-”

“Ji is gone. I'd bet my left leg Bang Hyuk or one of his little fuckers has him.”

“So what will you do?” Hyo leaned forward, chin resting delicately on her hand. You stopped a moment, trying to figure out your next course of action.

“I want to know what Dae saw. And what the boys know about this situation. Ji left me some instructions to follow and I'm going to follow them.” You nodded, mostly to yourself. “I need you to stay here, get Dae patched up, and call me when he's coherent.” You ordered, walking out of the office.

“Where are you going? You should stay here where it's safe.” You stopped just inside the door of your bedroom.

“Hyorin, you saw what happened at these marks, what do you think is going to happen if he gets shot?” You questioned, “Nowhere is safe while he's missing and with god knows who.”

“But where are you going?” She asked when you spun back around to grab a shirt out of the closet.

“Ji asked me to do something, I'm going to go do it. You'll be fine. Youngbae should be here in a few minutes, and Seunghyun not long after. Tell them to call me if they need me.” You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, before grabbing your keys and dashing off to the garage.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The receptionist greeted you, eyes darting from your baseball cap to your face mask and back to your eyes.

“I need to go to room 1554.” You almost didn't recognize your own voice, there was an edge to it, a similar one to what Ji's took on when work happened.

“Do you know the patients name.” The young man asked, looking down at his notebook.

“Last name Park.”

“One moment please.” He offered you a painfully fake smile, picking up the phone to call someone. “Hi, this is the front desk, I have someone to see patient Park in room 1554, can I send them up?” He nodded along to what the person said, “Alright, thanks.” Hanging up he offered you another false smile. “If you go down this hall and hang a left, you're looking for elevator G.”

“Thank you.” You dashed down the hall quickly, the combat boots you had stolen from Jiyong thumping loudly against the floor with each step.

The 15th floor was mostly empty when you arrived, only one nurse greeting you as you walked by. 1554's door was closed, but the lights were on, so you knocked, gently but loud enough to be heard.

“Come in.” A feminine voice called. Steeling your nerves you swung open the door and the sight in front of you stopped you in your tracks.

Lying in the bed, a cast around her leg and impressive bruising across her face, was Park Bom, your college roommate.

“I think you have the wrong room.” She dismissed you, waving a well-manicured hand your way.

“Park Bom.” You started, looking down and pulling off your mask as the door swung shut behind you. “Do I-” She stopped herself as you looked up, a small gasp escaping her, “Y/n? What are you doing here?” She held out her hands towards you, beckoning you towards her. You stepped up next to the bed, taking her hands once you had removed your hat. “What happened?” She trailed her fingers across the flowers on your temple.

“It's a long story.” You deflected. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow at you.

“I'll show you mine, you show me yours?”

“Alright. Explain how you ended up working in the underground then.” She stared at you shocked, making you laugh slightly. “A lot's changed since school.”

“I see that.” She laughed, wincing slightly from the pain in her ribs. You sat down next to her in the chair beside the bed. “Well, it’s pretty simple, after I finished my business degree, I moved to Incheon and opened my club-”

“2NE1. I know, we went for drinks when I was in the area.”

“Well, an old friend from high school-”

“CL?” Bom tapped the side of her nose, confirming your suspicions.

“She came to me asking if she could use my club to hide out. After a few failed robbery attempts and being held hostage, she brought me into the underground.”

“And Bang Hyuk?” Bom sighed, shaking her head.

“I was an idiot. He was so dreamy.”

“I know,” You sighed, “We met.” You grimaced.

“I'm surprised you survived, he wanted to distract CL. Cut a friend of ours off from his allies.”

“G Dragon.” Your fist clenched on your lap, hating how you had all played right into this man's trap, again.

“You know him?”

“Better than know him.” You sighed. “Ji's my soulmate.” If you thought Bom's eyes were big already, they seemed to grow about twice their regular size. “Did CL tell you about the party YG hosted a few months back? The one that ended early?”

“Yeah.”

“I was the reason it ended. A friend invited me to the party and when she went off to dance, well, I went back to what I did in college.” Bom nodded in understanding.

“Drinking alone. Got you.”

“Exactly. A handsome stranger comes up to me, starts flirting. I don't think much of it, cause I don't know shit about all this. I'm just thinking I'm about to get laid, and that was what mattered.”

“You did not get laid?”

“I did not get laid. He asked if I wanted to head to his place, I accepted, he takes me to the ally out back and one of his goons stabs me.” You lift your shirt slightly, showing her the scar. “Ji's there, he saves me, and we find out we're soulmates the next day.”

“So now you know about all this?” You nod slowly.

“Most of it.”

“But you didn't know I was the one here, did you?” You simply shook your head.

“Jiyong was supposed to come see you.”

“He never showed.”

“I don't know the details, but these bloomed less than half an hour after he and Dae left to come see you. TOP and Tae pulled Dae out of his wrecked car as I was leaving. He told me to come here if something happened and he didn't call within an hour.”

“Because he knew I'd tell you what you needed to know to sort everything out. I know the Dragon Contingency plan.”

“Dragon Contingency Plan?”

“If something happens to him, like his untimely death and or kidnapping, his soulmate is supposed to take over Big Bang and put an end to Bang Hyuk and the Chimera Corporation.” You let out a small huff.

“It would have been nice to know everybody else knew about this.” You grumbled. Letting out another breath you looked up at your friend, “Alright then, tell me what happened to you.”

“One of Bang Hyuk's lackeys, a man called Lee Daehwi, not his real name, he broke into my hotel room and did this.” She gestured to her face. “Not fun. Unfortunately, that's really all I know. He could have gone back to his part of town but he might not have. Did Ji tell you anything else?”

“He told me to find someone called Kim Mingyu, at Meanies Nook. Know him?” Bom nodded.

“He's a member of SVT, they run the northern district. They're on the younger side, but smart and have some good resources.”

“Why does Ji trust a bunch of kids?”

“From what I know, they're smart, like creepy smart. If Ji trusts them, it's for good reason.”

You opened your mouth to answer but your phone ringing interrupts.

“Is he awake?” You greet.

“More or less. He says he needs to talk to you asap.” Seunghyun tells you.

“I'll get back soon.” You stood, putting your hat back on and hanging up. “Sorry, darling. I'll come visit, promise.”

“I hope so. I want updates.” You kissed both her cheeks, before grabbing your mask and leaving.

You may have violated a few traffic laws as you sped through the town, arriving back at the manor only 10 minutes after you had gotten the call. You found Seunghyun smoking as you pulled up out front, leaving your car in front of the steps as you stormed up to them.

“How did-”

“Park Bom is an old friend,” You explained as he opened his mouth to ask. “I'd like to stop being left out of the loop.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Infirmary?”

“Yes, boss.” You led the way, not noticing the way Seunghyun smirked at the newfound badassery emanating from you.

“Oh good, you're not dead.” Youngbae greeted.

“Shut it.” You snapped, glaring at him for a second before turning to Daesung. “Talk to me.”

“Someone took Jiyong Hyung.”

“I know. Probably Lee Daehwi.” You told him. “Tell me something I don't know.”

“It was definitely Daehwi. He shot me in the arm. I saw him in the car.” You sighed.

“Great. So we know who took him, fan-fucking-tastic. How do we find him and get him back?” The boys exchange glances, finally looking towards Hyorin who sighed.

“We,” She gestured to the boys and herself. “We can't do anything. Bang Hyuk knows us, all of us, and so does Daehwi.” You stared at them, not believing what you had heard.

“You can't help me?” You start. “All this power and you can't help me get your leader back?”

“Look, Y/n, if we could-”

“But it would start a war.” Hyorin cuts off Dae.

“Hyorin don't tell me you wouldn't do whatever it took to get him back, but you can't help me?” Hyorin looks away, shame etched onto her features.

“I'm sorry.”

“Be sorry. I'm going to get him back, and I'll do it without you.” You decided, turning on your heel and walking away, again.

“Where are you going?” Seunghyun demanded, moving in front of you. “What are you going to do?”

“You said you can't help. Jiyong told me who could. Move.”

“We may not be able to help publicly, but please let us help.” Seunghyun nearly begged. “Jiyong is my best friend, he gave us orders not to do anything that might start a war, but I'm not going to sit by while he gets tortured or worse.”

“Fine, you can drive me.” You decided, “We're going to the north district.”

Meanie's Nook was far too quaint to be connected to a mafia group. The outside was a simple brick building with purple and green awnings and a plate glass window out front. Snow was beginning to fall as Seunghyun pulled up outside.

“Stay here, if I'm not out in 10, come get me.”

“I still don't think you should go in alone.”

“And I still think I don't care, so leave it.” You tugged your cap down a little further, jamming your hands into the pockets of the leather jacket you stole from Jiyong.

The bell above the door jingled, making both the purple-haired person leaning on the counter and the young man behind the counter look up at you.

“Hi, welcome to Meanie's, can I get you anything?” He asked, completely ignoring the purple person. You glanced at them, but they waved you off.

“I'm looking for Kim Mingyu.”

“Why?” The purple one spoke before the boy, whose name tag read Seungkwan, got the chance to.

“Sora.” He chastised. You stared Sora down, finding them to be glaring back at you with a similar intensity to your own bubbling anger.

“So he's your boyfriend?” You figured.

“What's it to you?” Their defensive stance, the way they positioned themselves in front of the smaller boy, it was a clear sign that the boy didn't know the truth behind Mingyu, but Sora did.

“I know what he does for a living, and I need his help.”

“You work with YG, don't you.” Seungkwan asked, making both you and Sora look at him. “I'm sorry, I'll call Gyu. Go ahead and find a seat.” He motioned towards the rest of the cafe and you nodded, waving Seunghyun off as you passed the window. He remained in his position of leaning against his car, cigarette in hand.

You sat by the window, close enough you could see each other but not directly in the view of everyone. A man in a purple suit sat across from you a moment later. His hair was neatly coiffed and his skin was tan, but his smile, with those sharp canines, made you uneasy.

“I'm told you called for me by name, how may I help you?” He greeted. You scoffed.

“Kim Mingyu is one of the most common names in Korea, I could have walked into any store and asked for your name and someone would have come running.” You stated, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. “So tell me what makes you different from the others, what makes G Dragon trust you, of all people?” His fake smile was replaced by a more sincere one.

“I see, you must be the Dragon's Wife-”

“We aren't married.”

“Not the point. I'm sure my boss would love to speak with you, but you'd better tell me why I should set the meeting, or I'm sure your friend over there isn't going to be happy about being jumped.” He pointed a long finger out the window to Seunghyun as a car pulled up behind his.

“Jump him, I guarantee they'll regret it.” You examined your nails pointedly, glancing at the four boys that exited the car. One stayed leaning on the hood of his car, staring right at you. You offered both him and Seunghyun a wave and watched Seunghyun pull his phone from his pocket.

“Do I kill them?” He asked, you looked back to Mingyu who was staring at you confused.

“That's up to my new friend here. I'm not currently opposed to a few bruises, but try not to damage my car.”

“Stay tuned.” He set his phone on the hood of the car, taking another drag of his smoke. You set your phone on the empty table in front of you.

“I'm looking for someone. I need some help.”

“Can't you use Big Bang?”

“Not without starting a war.”

“That's not going to work as an answer.” Mingyu shrugged, leaning back in his chair, which must have been a signal.

“Well, its the answer I've got.”

“You're really going to let him get beat up like that?” Mingyu asked as the three boys surrounded Seunghyun.

“Mingyu, do you know who that is?” You asked, still not caring about the so-called “ultimatum” he was attempting to establish.

“Not a clue.” He smirked, probably thinking he had won. You noted the way his phone lay on the table and knew he was trying to play some game, but you were going to make the rules.

“Have you heard the name TOP, from Big Bang?” You whispered, loud enough so as not to alert the other civilians in the room. Mingyu's eyes went wide.

“Liar.” You snorted, and lift your phone back to your ear.

“TOP,”

“Ma'am.” He was still only leaning on the car.

“Hit the middle one.” You watched him flick the last of his smoke into the street and blow the cloud above his head. Then he punched the middle one square in the nose. You looked back at Mingyu who was clenching his fists on the table. “I'd schedule that meeting, or I can't guarantee the safety of those boys.”

“Call him off,” Mingyu demanded.

“Call your boss.” People were beginning to gather at the windows, but it seemed everyone knew better than to interfere.

“No.”

“TOP, break his arm.” Mingyu jolted, head turning to look outside when he heard the shout. You simply smiled, shocked at your own sadistic side. “Call your boss.” The man in front of you said nothing, so you picked up the phone again.

“Wait.” You paused, tilting your head, silently asking him to continue. You heard the thump of someone hitting a car and saw Mingyu flinch. “Call him off, please.”

“Call your boss, schedule the meeting and he'll get back in the car.” You were surprisingly calm, but you could see Mingyu's facade slowly cracking.

“Look I can't-”

“TOP, I don't like the skinny one.”

“Jesus Christ.” Mingyu gasped at your words, immediately looking out the window. “Stop him!” Someone outside screamed.

“You know my rules.”

“How could he mean so much to you that you'd let someone else die to find him?” He nearly shouted. You let out what could only be described as a growl and ripped off your hat, yanking out a few of the flowers on your temple. Your own blood began trickling down your face from the rip, adding to your crazed look.

“I would let everyone, every single person, die before I let him go.”

“That's enough Mingyu.” Sora declared, storming over and handing over their phone. “Here, call him off, please.”

“Thank you, Sora.” You accepted the phone. “Stand down,” You spoke into your own device before setting it back on the table.

“You're something else, G Dragon's the only other person I've ever seen use TOP like a dog.” The man on the other end of the phone declared as Seunghyun brushed off his jacket and climbed back into the car. “I'm known as S. Coups, tell me what's happened.”

“Someone's been taken from us, but my boys at Big Bang can't help without starting a war. I hear you're a new ally of G Dragon's” You explained.

“I am. And who are you?”

“I've been called The Dragon's Wife a few times already today.”

“Did it make you feel better to hurt my men?”

“A little bit.” You shrugged, “What were their names.”

“Dino and The8 were the ones he targeted, Hoshi was collateral and Moonhui was just there to watch.” He didn't seem very broken up at what had happened. “Who took him?”

“A man known as Lee Daehwi. Know him?”

“All too well.” S. Coups huffed. “He's holed up in a warehouse in my part of town. I can give you a few of my men to help storm the castle.”

“I just want to get my man back and kill someone, can you help me do that?”

“They'll be at your manor in an hour. And when you get Jiyong back, tell him he owes me for nearly killing one of my men.”

“That's a debt I owe. Thank you.” He hung up and you handed Sora back the phone. “That was easy now wasn't it.” You smiled, putting your hat back on and standing. “Next time, don't doubt me, or I won't call off my dogs.” You glared at Mingyu, before smiling once more at Sora and Seungkwan and leaving.

“Why are you bleeding?” Seunghyun immediately worried you shook him off, smacking his hand away from your face as you dropped into the passenger seat. You were glad to see he only had a few bumps and bruises.

“I'm fine. This was my own mistake. S. Coups is sending us some backup. Daehwi is holed up in his territory.” Seunghyun looked over at you with a grin.

“Look at you, you really are Jiyong's soulmate.” He teased.

“Shut up and drive, Seunghyun.”

~~ You were in Jiyong's office again. Hyorin had cleaned off the wound on your head and now you were sitting in the mostly dark room, drinking more of his scotch. Maps of the city were spread across the desk, showing the different regions and all possible warehouses Daehwi could be hiding in. New flowers had begun to blossom, mostly Baby's Breath, which now circled your wrists and one of your eyes, and a cluster of Peonies had exploded across your ribs. Pain echoed throughout your body and worry flooded your nervous system.

“Hey, Boss.” Youngbae's voice drew your attention to the now open door. “They're here.” You nodded, motioning for him to let them in. 5 individuals entered the room, one of whom was Sora, now in a tight black shirt and similar pants, complete with a thigh holster. The others, save one, were dressed similarly.

“Hello again Sora.” You greeted. You knew they were all staring at the flowers, and it made your rage bubble a little hotter.

“Boss,” They greeted.

“So, G Dragon really is out of commission?” The smallest of the bunch asked.

“That's for me to know.” You retorted.

“I know better than to dig. I'm Woozi, SVT sub-leader. These are the second-best fighters on the team, seeing as your dog beat up the others.” He gestured to the group before you and you recognized the one in the vest.

“You're Moonhui.” You realized, and he simply nodded, “Sorry about that, Mingyu insisted on a dick measuring contest.” You shrugged, making Youngbae, Sora, and the man next to them snort.

“Sounds like him.”

“You already know Sora, that's Wonwoo, and the kid in the suit is Vernon, he's in charge of comms and a few other things.” Woozi finished. “So what's the problem them?”

“Someone had been taken by Lee Daehwi. I want to kill him and get the person back.” You explained.

“Lee Daehwi?” Sora asked. “How do you know it's him?”

“He put one of my friends in the hospital and shot the other.”

“I get the final shot.” Sora decided, making you raise an eyebrow at them.

“Why?”

“I get to kill him, for what he did to me.” They snapped. “I get to kill my husband.”

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Coffee | M

-Pairing: Kwon Jiyong(GDragon) x Reader

-Genre/Warnings: One Shot / Mature / Oral

–>Summary: You’re Jiyong’s assistant and lately, he’s been really ‘feeling’ you.

-Note: this is my first story. be kind. I love feedback and /or help on improving. this story is sweet and quick. nothing crazy, I wanted to go easy on the first story. You were Kwon Ji-yong’s assistant, or as the world knew him as G-Dragon.

Ever since he fired his last two assistants, people have been fearful to work for him. He’s intimidating and at times frightful.

But that didn’t stop you from applying.

That didn’t stop you from going to the interview.

And it most definitely didn’t stop you when the HR manager asked just how ‘available’ you were.

No way!

None of that intimidated you.

Not even meeting the man himself.

You see, you grew up with thick skin and a sharp mind, that none of that really scared you.

It was work and you were one great employee.

YG loved you.

You kept Jiyong on his toes reminding him about his daily tasks , some he wished you would even forget. But that’s what he got, he wanted a badass assistant who would be able to keep up with his hectic lifestyle and he finally got one.

It’s been ten months and you couldn’t help but sense the sudden change in the atmosphere whenever Jiyong stepped foot into the building.

You thought it was just your head messing with you or the sudden paranoia that something was actually bugging him- Jiyong.

It became at times unbearably how his eyes would linger on your frame.

The intensity of his dark browns would send your world upside down, then he would casually do that tongue thing. You know, the one where he lazily licks the corner of his lips as his eyes are burning into yours.

Yeah that one.

It made goosebumps appear all over your body and you weren’t sure why. I mean, yes he is a handsome man. Internationally known and wanted, so what was so wrong with the way he was now paying attention to you?

You didn’t want to turn into another of his one night stands, you’ve sent too many ‘thank you’ notes to those poor girls who thought they meant something to this playboy.

But G-Dragon wasn’t evil in that sense, he was a sweet talker and he would let them know what it was from the beginning. So as Jiyong put it, it was merely their fault for wanted more from him.

Maybe it was the small fear that he wasn’t G-Dragon with you…

In the office, in the studio… even in the limo ride to events- he was Kwon Jiyong. A silly man who never really got to enjoy his youth.

Jiyong was at times lost and you enjoyed the raw extremity of his inner beauty.

You feared it but something about it made you long for him in a way you’ve never longed for anyone in your life. He made you question life itself and at times you left him pondering what life would be if he wasn’t the famous Idol he was now.

You both had a strange connection and you knew it… the alarming gut feeling was that so did he.

Your phone chimes in with a text.

GD- Studio in ten. Bring coffee

The studio? Was he serious, you just left the YG building, currently on your way to your car when that damn message came in. you glanced up at the sky, the dark clouds slowly coming in with sharp winds. Tonight was going to be a long night.

YOU- Coming.

You sharply reply and head towards the coffee shop just down the block, it served his favorite brew since he stopped drinking the coffee from the YG cafe. He said it was too watered down, you sigh at the thought. He could be such a drama king sometimes.

It took you about fifteen minutes before you were walking into the studio, music blaring through his speakers, two coffees in hand.

If you were going to be here all night, why not fuel up on caffeine too, right?

You tried to slowly close the studio door without making a noise, Jiyong had his head between his hands. He seemed pensive so the last thing you wanted to do was disrupted his thinking stage.

“You’re late,” he hummed just as the song ended.

You cocked your head, surprised that he knew you were there.

You glanced around wondering how he saw you or even heard you.

“Sorry, the line at Sky’s Coffee was insane. But here you go,” you smile as you hand him his coffee. Jiyong carefully raised his head to glare at the coffee, then up to you.

He did that about three times before reaching for the cup itself. His eyes kept a strong lock on you, like as if he still didn’t believe it.

What’s not to believe?

You’ve been getting him coffee from Sky’s for a month now, why would it shock him now?

His eyes not once leaving you, he brings his cup to his mouth. His lips gradually lining the rim of the cover, the steam of the fresh brewed coffee was coming out from that tiny vent.

He took one quick sip then another longer gulp.

Like he needed time to savor the coffee on his tongue.

The swipe of his tongue on his lip made you involuntarily lick your own. Not knowing that he was still watching you as you watched him drink.

With a sly smirk he leaned back on his chair, eyes still observing you.

There it was. That strange, thick tension that would make you wish you were nowhere near him. Or in this case, nowhere near this damn building.

“Honestly, i thought you were just going to go downstair and get me the same boring coffee that everyone drinks in this place.” he snorts, lightly enjoying his statement.

“But you don’t like it.” You say as you casually lean into the console for support as the conversation continues.

“That’s true, i don’t.” He nods, accepting what you said being correct.

“Then why would i get you something you don’t like?” You were stumped on why he was being this strange with you getting him coffee. This was never an issue in the past, so why now?

Jiyong tilts his head, his eyes tracing your frame once again. From your black booties, up your legs surpassing your thick thighs and hips which were covered by a flowy red plaid skirt. As his eyes traveled higher, it seemed as if the buttons on your black blouse were being undone with how he was observing you. Once his eyes landed on your chest, you were able to feel your throat dry up.

The way he was looking at you was uncalled for but something behind his whiskey colored eyes made you melt within. You enjoyed the way he was watching you.

After a moment of silence, he abruptly stood up in front of you. You were now between him and the mixing console which was gradually keeping you up. Having Jiyong this close was tempting, so wrong but very inviting.

Jiyong casually placed one hand in his pants pockets while the other skimmed his chin, still observing you but this time with more of a thoughtful look.

“I appreciate how you know my likes and dislikes, y/n.” he speaks easily, his thumb going up to graze his own bottom lip.

A gleam of desire passed by his features and you shivered with anticipation.

“What kind of assistant would i be if i didnt…” you lightly giggled as he took one step towards you. His eyes bore into you, it was becoming impossible to look away.

You were his assistant but he was now pushing the boundaries of something unknown that you were genuinely freaking out.

“A horrible one, but then again, what kind of boss am i not knowing my employees likes and dislikes.” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your lips.

You curse yourself realizing that you just so happened to lick your lips instinctively.

“A very busy man, no need to worry about your employees. You’re job is to be the number one self produced idol, with a chain of brands under your belt. I’m sure you know some of my dislikes, like, you know i don’t like peanut butter because im allergic to-”

“Nuts… yes, i know that. But that’s not what im talking about y/n…” he closes his eyes contemplating his next words, which gives you a two second window to run for it.

Trying to side step Jiyong should have been quick and easy, you should have been by the door and out into the empty hallway in no time.

Not stuck between Jiyong’s lower half pinning you to the console as his arms rest on the top of the mixing table, completely caging you from that sweet escape you wished for.

You swallowed hard as his head dipped down lower, coming extremly close to yours. His nose being just mere inches away from yours.

“You know me so well, at times it’s sort of intimidating. Other times…it’s kind of exciting.” he almost whispered into your space, the scent of the coffee was still fresh on his tongue you were able to smell it.

“Jiyong, it’s my job-” you try to justify but was interrupted by a gust of wind as he blows out an exasperated breath.

“Cut the crap y/n, that’s not what I’m talking about…” he goes on and you are about done with this sudden guessing game that he wanted to play.

“Then what in the world are you talking about?” You harshly question, needing to find out what he was up too and to just get it over with.

“Pop quiz- what is the one thing i despise from a one night stand?” he questions and you are struck with the sudden realization that this could either go really well or really bad.

“Hickeys. You don’t like proof of the night, besides it’s not a good image for you. If paparazzi spot that, its game over.” i reassure him.

Jiyong smiles wide.

“Good girl, now, what’s one thing i fucking love from a one night stand?” he goes on and your flesh heats up with need.

It’s sickening how you know so much about him, at first you thought it was just your job but as he asks you such personal questions about his life, you finally know that his life has now become yours.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you’ve gone mute in front of him. Jiyong finds this amusing as his eyes go to your lips and a lustful smile appears on his face.

“Here i’ll give you a hint. It has to do with your pretty little mouth.” his voice drops to a more sensual tone, making your skin burn.

“M-mouth, uh, 0-oral?” you shyly reply as Jiyong nods his head, pleased with your words.

“You’re such a good girl y/n…now, here is the final question for the win. Do i like to receive or give? Answer carefully, because you could either get a trick or a treat.” his grin has maliciously taken over his handsome face, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

He was enjoying this and you couldn’t help but enjoy it too.

You quickly lick your lips.

“You like to give.” you answer bravely, letting him know that you do indeed want the treat and not the trick.

Jiyong, pleased with your answer, gave you a chaste kiss.

The sudden heat from his lips made you freeze up.

“You’re such a good employee, always pleasing her boss,” he taunted you as his arm snaked around your waist, catching you off guard.

This wasn’t like Jiyong to act out like this.

“I think it’s time to return the favor, don’t you think?” he murmurs bringing his mouth near your jaw, inhaling your perfume and nearly growling.

You’ve suddenly closed your eyes, still in shock that this was happening to you.

“Jiyong, i think i should go-”

You’re cut off again as his free arm traces your abdomen, then hip until it reached the edge of your skirt. Sluggishly lifting it enough to send his finger up your flesh, you can feel his nose skim your neck as he takes another whiff of you.

Your mind was going a million miles a second as he continued to caress your skin.

His fingers went higher, you could feel your thighs clench instinctively. You didn’t want him to know that you were growing needy of him, you didn’t want him to know you have been wet for him for some time now.

You don’t want him to know that you too have fallen for his charm, you don’t want him to know.

“Let me just show you my gratitude y/n, i think it’s long overdue.” he breathes you in once again, his lips lightly hovering over your skin.

You hiss unexpectedly as his fingers reach your panties.

“Jiyong, we shouldnt.” you can barely speak as all the air you had in your lungs has suddenly evaporated. You feared if you moved even the slightest, it would be game over.

But once his long slender fingers start to trace figures over your panty line, you couldn’t contain it. This was wrong but it felt so right.

You couldn’t stop him now, he was already there.

Why not enjoy it?

“You’re not going to stop me huh? You want this just as bad as i do, huh y/n?” Jiyong’s voice is dark and throaty as his teeth ghost over your collar bone, his eyes closed as if admiring the scent.

Your scent.

“I’ve been dying to taste you since you started wearing these fucking skirts,” he grunts into your chest, his nose skimming the buttons as he inhales your Dior perfume.

The same exact perfume G-Dragon gifted you for your birthday two months ago.

“Fuck, and these fucking blouses. Seriously y/n, were you not expecting me to crave you? I’ve been going crazy trying to stay back and contain myself but not anymore. I’m sick and tired of waiting around to touch you, taste you and fuck you. I’m going to take what’s mine and you are not going to stop me, huh?” he was glaring at you, his tall stance making you lift your chin up to him.

His beauty was truly breathtaking, especially in that position. You couldn’t deny him.

Not now, and not when his hand taking place between your legs sweetly massaging your folds through the lace.

You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he wants.

“No,” You breath just in time as his fingers push your panties to the side and his fingers find you wet and warm.

“So wet. Have you always been this wet for me y/n, tell me.” his lips were so close to yours, so you went for it just as his finger dipped into your juices.

A slight moan escaped your lips but Jiyong quickly took over, being as passionate as ever, control was his strength and you were enjoying it.

Your morals flew out the window as your arms went around his neck, bringing him closer to you like as if you needed him to breath.

The slow, tender pace his fingers were pumping into you was making you tremble with a need that you haven’t felt in so long. As his thumb strokes your nub, you inhale sharply causing him to bite your bottom lip.

Jiyong was relentless as his mouth continues to attack your skin, from your neck to you chest just as he rips your blouse open making buttons fly off. He groaned to himself as his free hand goes to palm your swells, clearly taking over the full breast with his large hands that you are becoming addicted too.

His black hair glimmered with the lights above you, the silent studio was only portraying sounds of breathings and his constant grunts of approval.

His mouth began making a trail downward, going between the valley of your breast and lightly nipping at your skin as he got closer to your skirt.

At this point, your breath was coming out in pants awaiting his next move.

You wanted him there, at your opening as you drip just for him. You wanted nothing more than to have his tongue taste you.

The waiting was killing you.

“Jiyong, please,” you hiss out trying to calm your racing heart. Jiyong, on the other hand was enjoying it as he eyed your reactions.

“What do you want y/n, tell me what you want.” his voice was velvet smooth that that alone sent you into a euphoric state, making you groan deep.

Carefully, he dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes trained again on you awaiting your command. Both his hands were under your skirt, both thumbs hooked to the lace of your panties. You can see the desire radiating from his eyes alone, he wanted this- but for a moment it seemed like he needed this.

Jiyong came close to your pelvic bone, rubbing his nose on your skirt becoming anxious for you.

Your mind went blank for a second, while the consequences ran through your mind with a dull ache to your soul.

You need to walk away, this was your job- this was G-fucking-Dragon.

You couldnt mess that up with your silly wants.

But you can’t unhear the way his groans would turn your insides to a heated mess.

“Touch me,” your voice was airy and low but it was there for his ears as they perked up, a sly smile creeped onto his features as he sent you a nod.

“Where y/n?” he asked as his hands began to descend down your thighs, panties and all. As soon as the lace is gone, you were able to feel the cool air whip into your skirt. You were so open and it made you shiver with expectancy, with the simple promise that Jiyong was going to please you like no other.

“Right here, touch me here please.” you moaned louder as you start to get your voice back. Reaching down to grab one of his free hands and guiding it back to your core.

He chuckled to himself as he nodded.

Lifting your skirt higher and diving between your thighs, his lips went to your sides first. Licking your skin around that one special place, you could feel your body scream for him.

Just…a little closer

You thought as he continued to taste and admire you.

“Please,” you protested, letting him know that you were on edge. You needed that blazing hot touch on your sweetest part and you needed it now.

You could feel his lips quirk into a wide smile as he lazily reached lower, throwing your right leg over his shoulder swiftly and he was there.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his tongue surged through your folds, savoring your juices which were flowing at this moment. He wasn’t remorseful, his mouth was passionate yet full of rage as he began to devour you.

“Yes,” you finally spoke up.

“Fuck yes,” you went on as he dove deeper, his tongue being the perfect size to trespass into your delicious spot within your folds. He knew what he was doing, he was a pro; a fucking genius when it came to the anatomy. He knew your body inside and out, and he just barely got to tease you, taste you.

His tongue was working wonders, keeping you on cloud nine with his assault on your most sensitive area. It wasn’t till you felt something else invade your haziness, your adrenaline was spiking and Jiyong invited his firm slender fingers to join his eloquent tongue.

“Don’t stop, please dont stop.” you hummed into the air, mentally speaking to him but it may have seemed you were having an outer body experience with the exhilitated events.

Bundle of nerves in your abdomen bunched up, heating up to his actions. His tongue and his fingers playing with your clit were driving you over the edge and you were almost ready.

“You taste so fucking good y/n,” he muttered into you, while your core pounded with devastatingly delicious lashes that would send your whole being in a spiral of endless bliss.

“Jiyong.” you hissed loudly, and for once you were delighted the studio was soundproof because the more he ravished you, the louder you became.

Your moans were animalistic, you weren’t able to put words together besides the constant curse words that seemed to fuel his wicked feast.

“Thats it y/n, who is making you feel like this.” he groaned loudly as he heard you exhale a loud moan, he knew you were coming close, he was able to feel it on his tongue and as soon as his fingers entered you; your walls demanded release.

This was becoming too much to handle for you.

His tongue.

His fingers.

His breath on your skin and his subtle incoherent words which would send your world on fire. He was pure sex and it was making you go wild.

“Jiyong, i can’t.” you complained as you began to feel your whole body constrict with such power you weren’t sure how far high you could contain this warmth.

The same warmth that you were now swimming in, the room seemed to be becoming smaller. Everything about the studio was all Jiyong, the air tasted like him, smelled like him. Everything swirling around in your head was taking over with the common sense that you now belonged to him.

Kwon Jiyong.

It kept building as his tongue lapped up your juices, every once in a while you heard him slurp and it made you moan a little louder for him. Something about knowing how much he likes tasting you made you grin like a pornstar who knows she has bomb pussy.

“Are you going to cum on my tongue y/n?” he spoke into your wet entrance, his fingers pumping you deeper as they suddenly hit that perfect spot making you arch more into my face. Your fingers went to his hair, roughly pulling him closer to your cunt.

“Yes,” you hissed just as his fingers sped up and his mouth sucked your clit into his mouth, lightly rubbing his teeth on your sensitive piece of skin.

That was the last straw, you were already on the edge but that pushed you over. A shrill scream with his name on our tongue was how it ended, his other hand gripping your ass harder to him as you came undone.

A sexual feast that once took over the noisy studio was now you panting and Jiyong grinning to himself as he gently let you go.

Slowly coming to his feet, setting your skirt back down and grabbing your panties. quickly placing them into his pocket and fixing himself up.

Your head was still buzzing that you didn’t notice him turn around and walk away from you.

“Where are you going?” you asked out of breath and confused with his actions.

With a sly smile, Jiyong responds.

“A meeting. I really didn’t need to be in the studio.” he replied with a shine to his eyes. You, still sprung off of the adrenaline of lust this man just sent you through, you were not sure what to reply.

Was this a good thing?

Before he reached the door he turned over to you, as you went to zip up your sweater since your blouse was tore up thanks to him.

“Same time tomorrow?” he winks as he opens the door, your mouth drops as the realization sets in.

“Oh, and don’t forget the coffee.”

And he was gone.

As you stood there in an eerie silence, a question came to mind- does this mean you’re not just a one night stand?

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