MGU
MGU
MIGHTY GEM USERS
(Tribute of Steven Universe X JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Chapter 1
Meet Green Pearl
Yo! I’m Jaylen, that guy who lives in empire city, got fired from the pizza place, and got a gem on me.
It’s been 14 months already since I been possessed by gem named Green Diamond, I was scared that day, until something changed me, something way cooler than I ever imagine. Now I got Green Diamond’s powers on me, it feels like I became some kind of...a superhero, like Superman or goku. Green Diamond said that her power was multiplied by two because she’s controlling me, and the weird thing was I was controlling her, so made a idea and we can control each other in the same time as a team. So we became partners, and protecting empire city in the shadows.
“Day by day” I train hard “over and over again” to become a strong man, and I made it through over the past 14 months. The old Jaylen was no more, now the new Jaylen begins.
I am a first Gem User who been possessed by a Diamond!
In the nice spring day, I was on my way to college going to my producing dance for producers, until the girl with a green hoodie walking near behind out of nowhere. I don’t know where she come from and I don’t why, but I have a hunched that it might be a enemy in my mist, so I’m going ninja mode, hit pass to the corner, and jumped in mid air at the top of the building so the unknown enemy will walk through the alley to get it to the old abandoned park-in-lot where no driver or walker park here.
So I make my appearance by jumped down and make a nice soft landing.
Jaylen: excuse me ma’am! Did you know that walking near at people is rude, we got rules in empire city and we don’t break that rules!
Unknown Person: *menacing* oh my....who of thought that I seeing a human who was making a nice landing, how beautiful.
Jaylen: human? Wait...are you?
*Green Diamond hologram appeared on my shoulder*
Green Diamond: hold on the second Jaylen....I know that voice....is that you?
Unknown Person: yes...it’s me....*hoodie take off* Green Pearl! Green Diamond’s assistant!
Jaylen: *Shocked* WOWIE!!! That’s her?
Green Diamond: yes! That’s my pearl!
Jaylen: whoa....she’s kinda hot actually
Green Diamond: Focus Jaylen!
Jaylen: oh...right!
Green Pearl: How dare you takin my diamond as a prisoner, get her back immediately or I had to use force! *Her sword appeared*
Jaylen: whoa! Take in easy! She’s not a prisoner, she’s just a friend.
Green Pearl: Then why is her gem stuck in your back?!
Jaylen: because she want me to put it on so she can live
Green Diamond: that’s right pearl! If it wasn’t for Jaylen, I’ll be lost forever. So please pearl, stand down now! There’s no reason to fight!
Green Pearl: .....*her sword disappeared* really? All this time, you were protecting my diamond?
Jaylen: yes, I trying to make to her live, beside...if I die...she’ll die as well
Green Pearl: ....*silence with sad face* oh my stars....My humble apologies.... I have no idea
Jaylen: apology accepted!
Green Diamond: no wonder my diamond was missing because...I was worried, when I to your planet, I been searching my diamond for a very long time so we can have our time in lives. But until now, I see a human, who risk his life to protecting my diamond. So therefore, I shall return a favor by protecting all of you!
Jaylen: um...sure
Green Diamond: that will be in honor pearl, thank you for finding me
In so GP come live in my apartment, and we was so touching, now I got two partners...and man, who if thought that I met a beautiful girl from outer space who was looking for GD, walked home with me, and of all...grabbed my shoulder. *me blushed*
Green Pearl: Sir Jaylen, your face turn red, is everything all right?
Jaylen: uh...yeah, everything’s fine...but please, call me Jaylen
Green Diamond: wait Jaylen, what about class?
Jaylen: don’t worry, I’ll call in
Green Pearl: what a....class?
Jaylen: uhhhhh
[To be continued]
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Across the Hall Part 2
Here’s the second part! More to come soon. You know I had to lay on the angst. I hope you lub it.
Kwon Jiyong x Reader
Fluff, Smut, Angst
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The next morning, I was awoken to an empty bed and the light sound of the shower drifting from the bathroom nearby. I smiled to myself, remembering everything that happened the night before, and realized I was very underdressed. I couldn’t believe that I was staying at the same hotel as Kwon Jiyong and that I had even gotten close enough to touch him, let alone sleep with him. His eyes were softer in person, his skin smoother. The lines on his face were more evident, but they made him even more attractive and real. He was shy, a sharp contrast to the playboy image he held up under his stage name. He was everything and more than what I thought he would be in person, and I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.
As I pondered on who Jiyong was in real life, I missed the sound of the shower cutting off, and before I could dress myself properly, he waltzed back into the room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. My eyes must have been slightly bulging out of my head as Jiyong smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed near me.
“Good morning, like what you see?”
I smiled and rolled my eyes as he leant down to rest his hands on either side of my pillow.
“Good morning,” I replied, making a face at the ugly, manly morning voice betraying me.
“Oh my god! That was so cute!” Jiyong mocked, smiling as I covered my face with my hands from embarrassment.
When I finally removed my hands, Jiyong was waiting patiently in the same position he was in before, smiling brightly. He leant down and gave a small peck to my lips before kissing my forehead.
“You really are just as pretty in the morning,” he whispered, making me feel like I was going to burst from the gushiness of it all.
“Thanks,” I replied quietly. “You’re just as pretty, too.”
He smiled and flopped down next to me, reaching towards his side table to fiddle with his phone. Suddenly, I remembered I had a friend across the hall who would probably have a meltdown if she woke up and I wasn’t there.
“Oh my gosh, what time is it?”
“It’s like…five minutes before eight. Why?” He looked over, confused.
“First of all, what the actual fuck am I doing awake before eight? And also, Ash. Remember her? Yeah, she might actually die if she wakes up and finds out I’m not there.”
He laughed and nodded his head, agreeing that I should probably go back to my own room.
“Do you guys want to go to breakfast, though? I can get your soundcheck tickets and passes for you then. Unless you would rather sleep, I understand that.”
I smiled and nodded. “Sure, give us like thirty minutes? I’ve got to wake her up if she isn’t already. And maybe get a shower.”
“Okay, good idea. Give me your phone, I’m going to text myself so I can have your number. And I promise I won’t stare too hard while you find your clothes,” he winked.
As soon as I handed my phone over, I was rushing to find my clothes. My cheeks heated up at the slightest thought of Jiyong seeing my naked form, even after the night we shared caressing each other’s. I grabbed my phone from his grip before giving a shy goodbye and rushing across the hall to my own room. Unsurprisingly, Ash was still soundly slumbering in her bed.
I rushed to jump on her still figure, screaming to pull her back to consciousness.
“ASH! Wake up, Ash! Get up and get dressed! We’re going to breakfast!!” I shook her slightly, and she groaned with every jump to her bed. “And you’ll never ever guess what happened last night! Oh, and also who we’re going to breakfast with.”
Finally, Ash sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What are you talking about? And what time is it?”
“Um, it’s about 8, I think. Anyways, I did something kind of bad last night. I hooked up with someone.”
“WHAT?! Y/N, you can’t just hook up with people! And it had to have been after like 1 am, and people looking for hook ups at that hour are nothing but trouble! I can’t believe yo-“
“It was GD. As in G-Dragon. As in Kwon Jiyong. The guy we’re supposed to be going to see in concert tonight. The one across the hall,” I rushed, hoping it would catch her up to speed. She froze in place, and I continued. “And he offered us sound check and backstage passes. Oh, and we’re supposed to be going to breakfast with him in like thirty minutes, so get your ass up. I need a shower.”
“I bet you fucking do, you sneaky bitch,” she smiled, the excitement growing on her face. “I can’t believe…I don’t even know how you…you know what, it doesn’t even matter, let’s get going. I’m about to piss myself, I’m so excited.”
“Oh my god, I know! We talked forever last night, and I would get these stupid crazy moments when I would realize who he was and almost cry with joy. He’s totally not as glamorous as his stage presence projects.” I grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt before running to the bathroom to shower. Whoever I saved in my last life sure as hell must have been an important person.
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The rest of the day whipped by in a blurr. Breakfast was nice, but I found myself increasingly shy in front of him and his entourage. His manager and body guard apologized for the day before, but as they knew I was a fan, they still seemed weary of Ash’s and my presence.
We went our separate ways after breakfast for him to go to the venue and us to put on nicer clothes for the soundcheck and the concert. Soundcheck was even cooler than I had expected in seeing Instagram videos, and throughout the day before the concert, we saw Jiyong every now and again. He texted me casually when we weren’t together, and it took everything I had in me to keep from screaming every time my phone dinged with a message.
When the concert began, I was on a cloud way higher than cloud nine. I could never have picked a better concert to attend as my first, and it seemed to rush past me. I was so engrossed in the experience, that I hadn’t noticed one of Jiyong’s body guards approaching Ash and I to take us back stage as the credits rolled.
“Holy shit,” I whispered to Ash as we walked slightly behind the body guard. “This is un-fucking-believable.”
“I know, oh my gosh.”
As we made a corner down a long, people-filled hallway, we were led into an almost empty room furnished lavishly with top-notch couches and chairs. Tae Hee, Jiyong’s manager, lounged on a chair in the corner, quickly looking up from his phone as the door opened. His face was blank as he registered who was coming in the door, giving a small nod before going back to his phone. Ash and I sat awkwardly on one of the couches closest to the door, ready to make a run for it if the situation got too weird.
When the door to what I assumed was the bathroom opened, Ash and I jolted closer to the edge of the couch than we already were.
“Ahh, it’s the ladies from across the hall!” Jiyong’s voice rasped out, a little hoarse. His smile seemed to meet his eyes as they locked with mine, and he soon had his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. When he pulled away, he patted Ash on the shoulder with a warm smile.
“I’m glad you guys were still here when I sent for you.”
“Oh, yeah. Y/N was still awestruck when he came for us,” Ash ratted me out, making Jiyong chuckle.
“Well, what can I say? It really was an amazing show. I was deeply impressed,” I said, trying to lighten the fangirl in me. Unfortunately, Jiyong seemed to think it was fun to torture me.
“Oh? What was your favorite part?”
“I mean, I really enjoyed all of it. I loved your band, great musicians. If I had to choose, I would probably say the part after the monologue when the spotlight suddenly highlights you in the director’s chair. Like, it really had me shook,” I rushed, getting more fan-girlish as I talked.
I could hear Tae Hee scoff, but Jiyong’s laugh made my small frown instantly flip. “So you liked it that much, huh? I’m glad I could make your first concert experience a good one.”
“You made it a great one! She’ll never forget it, believe me,” Ash responded, backing up to sit on the couch and pull out her phone.
Jiyong glanced around the room, noting everyone’s attention being on anything but him and me. He gave me a shy smile as he took my hand and led me to a large chair in a secluded corner of the room.
“Gosh, you’re so pretty,” he said quietly, taking his phone out of his pocket before he sat down. I looked away, mentally taking note of what I was wearing. It was simple; just a pair of rolled up floral embroidered jeans with a KISS 89’ tour t-shirt courtesy of my father’s closet and a pair of simple black vans. It was nothing fancy, yet I felt like the prettiest girl in the world in that moment. I wore little makeup with a small winged eyeliner, and my hair was French-braided at the top of my head in two sections. If anyone else had complimented me in that moment, sweaty from the body heat of the concert, I would have scoffed and rolled my eyes. With Jiyong, however, I couldn’t help but blush and smile widely.
“Oh stop,” I said when I noticed him still staring at me. “It’s not polite to stare, you know.”
“I can’t help it! Besides, you spent all night staring at me, so now it’s my turn.”
“Oh really?” I laughed and he kissed my cheek, us both smiling widely at each other.
“Ugh, I’m so tired,” Jiyong stretched before leaning his body against me with his head on my shoulder. I patted the side of his face and leaned back in the chair.
“I know, I’m tired and I wasn’t even the one putting on a two-hour show. I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling right now.”
He looked back at me and scowled, finally leaning back as well to place his cheek to my chest, lazily putting his arm around my waist. I chuckled and let my hand fall to his head, gently weaving my fingers through his damp hair and massaging his scalp. It was bizarre to me, that I had just met my favorite idol the day before and I frequently found myself in such intimate moments with him. I was far from complaining, sure, but I thought it was just a dream.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Tae Hee spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached Jiyong and I. I made a move to detach myself from him, but Jiyong stayed put, turning his head towards his manager. “We need to get going if we want to get you something to eat.”
“Yes, I agree, you really should go get some food. You need it after the show,” I said, patting Jiyong softly on the head before sitting up.
“Do you guys want to come with us? Are you hungry?”
“No, actually, I think we’re going to go straight back to the hotel. We might order a snack from room-service, but we’re not incredibly hungry. Plus, you guys probably have a lot to go over for your schedule.”
“Ugh, I guess so. Well, you know what, I do have something I need to talk to Tae Hee about. Okay, I guess I’ll see you later. Text me when you get back to your room,” he said, gently grabbing my chin to face him and pressing a small kiss to my lips.
“Uhh, yes, sir.”
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When Jiyong texted me later that night that he had gotten back to his room, Ash was already asleep and I had almost drifted off to dreamland with my phone clutched near my head.
Ji: Come to my room?
Me: Sure, be there in a minute.
As soon as I knocked on the door, it was being swung open and I was being tugged inside. His mouth found mine quickly, and we kissed until I finally had to pull away to catch my breath. Jiyong’s eyes were hooded, and I could tell he was beyond tired, so I pulled him to his bed.
“Jiyong, you need to get some sleep. You look so tired, sweetheart.”
He smiled at the pet name and laid himself on the bed, holding out his arm for me to crawl into.
“I know, but I just really wanted to see you again. I know I told you I wanted to take you to that art gallery my friend told me about tomorrow, but I wanted to talk to you about something first tonight.”
He rubbed my arm as I laid my head on his chest, playing with his other hand he had laid on his stomach.
“Yeah? What about?”
“Well, you know that I really like you, right? And I really want to get to know you better, but it’s kind of going to be hard to do with the rest of the tour and the different time zones.”
I hummed in response, gently caressing his larger fingers with mine.
“But, I have an idea,” he continued. “You don’t have to answer tonight, but I will need an answer by tomorrow morning. I was thinking—what if you came with me for the rest of the North American tour? I mean, you can work while you’re traveling, and we could really get to spend some time together. If you don’t want to, I understand, but I just thought it would be cool if you joined me and kept me company. I talked to Tae Hee about it tonight at dinner. And I’ll cover all of your expenses, you’d just have to take extra money if you wanted it. You could go home tomorrow, pack, and take a flight to meet us in Chicago tomorrow night. It’s just a thought, but I do get lonely on tour when I’m by myself, and I really want to spend more time with you so…”
I sat up and stared at him for a second, processing what he was asking me.
“And you can think about it, honestly. It might get a little annoying, because you can’t really be seen too close to me or anything, so if you can’t handle it all, you should take that into consideration. But I’m just really not the type to hook up with someone once. I’m not saying I want to be serious, we did just meet yesterday. And I don’t even think we should be that serious, I just feel like I have to get to know you more…” he rambled on, but I wasn’t entirely focused on what he was saying.
All my life I had made every decision after carefully calculating the outcomes and who it might affect. I’ve been a people pleaser, and I never did anything my parents didn’t want me to. I put myself behind everyone else, just because their smiles seemed to be more important than my own. I wanted to be that person, but deep down, I wanted to be the person who made themselves happy more. I wanted to explore, to learn new things and embrace new cultures. I wanted to live without constantly looking over my shoulder or trying to read people’s emotions. I wanted to experience myself in setting where the only one I needed to worry about was me.
So before I could stop myself, I interrupted Jiyong mid-sentence. “Yes.”
“And I-wait, what? Yes? Does that mean you’ll come with me?” I could see his grin out of the corner of my eye.
I turned my head towards him, finally looking him in the eye. “Sure, why not? I could use a few new sceneries to do my boring job.” But I need a getaway more.
He smiled and grabbed my face, placing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m so happy. You don’t know how lonely tour gets sometimes. It’ll be great to have someone accompany me.”
I smiled back, mentally shaking the thoughts and worries that started to swell up inside. “It’ll be fun. But hey, you ought to get some sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted. See you in the morning?”
“Definitely.”
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The next day went by in a flash, and I was quickly boarding a flight to Chicago. As I sat down in my first class seat, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you on the plane yet?” I chuckled at Jiyong’s question, remembering all of the questioning texts he had sent me throughout the day.
“Yes, Jiyong. We just boarded. I texted you.”
“Oh…I just saw it. Well, okay! Did you get packed and everything all right?”
“I guess so. If not, I’ll just be buying some new panties,” I said, trying to make myself sound more chipper than I was feeling.
“Uh, well. You can still do that if you want. And if you need any help deciding what looks good on you, just let me know,” he laughed. “Hey, are you okay? Did it go okay with your parents?”
“Not really, but I’m fine,” I tried to chuckle. “Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just a naïve girl who can’t make smart decisions.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. That morning I had told Jiyong how hard it was to even get to the concert. I had traveled across the country for work multiple times, but somehow, doing something I would find enjoyable for the first time in my life was not okay. I had always been known to act according to what my parents approved of, but this was the first time I actually acted on the ��you’re an adult’ part instead of the ‘but we really don’t like that you’re doing it’ part. I knew their intentions were good somewhere deep down, but on the surface it was nothing but hypocritical small-town fear of the big world. This time, I was going to show them that I was more than someone who had to rely on other people’s opinions.
“Don’t be, it really isn’t your fault. I’m not regretting the decision to go, I’m just upset at how my parents react to anything. Don’t worry about it, really. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Jiyong. Now I better let you go, we’re about to take off. See you soon!”
“Alright, I’ll be waiting. Bye.”
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The moment I walked into the hotel room, it was as if all my worries and troubles had flown out the window. The room was dimly lit, but the sense of luxury was far from lost. On the bed sat the softest robe I had ever touched, a bottle of wine in the ice bucket, and a menu for room service. On the dresser was a small bouquet of bright flowers and a card addressed to me.
Y/N,
I’m sorry I’m not there, we called a quick meeting to talk about the show tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I will be there by the time you land and get to the hotel. I want you to relax and wind down, because you deserve it. Take a hot shower or bath and get comfortable in the robe. Order something from room service and have a drink. Don’t worry about saving me any, we’ll just order another bottle when I get back. Don’t worry about anything else for today.
I hope you enjoyed the flowers, it was difficult to choose.
-Jiyong
I couldn’t control my smile as I read the last line of his note. I sat down my bags before picking up the flowers and bringing them to my nose. The entire flight, I was internally fighting with myself about whether I should just turn back around and be the good girl I had always been. As I took in the flowers, the note, the robe, and the room in general, however, I was convinced that it was going to be way worth it.
I took the robe into the bathroom to start the water for my shower when I heard the sound of a key being pressed to the door. The moment Jiyong closed the door behind him, I had him in a tight squeeze.
“Oh, hey, I see you made it in alright,” he giggled, placing his hands on my hips.
“I just got here,” I said into his neck. “Thank you for everything. For inviting me, for the flowers, for trying to get me to relax. You don’t know how much I need this. I can’t even explain it to myself.”
Jiyong patted my hair before pulling away to walk further into the room. “Have you eaten yet? Or were you getting in the shower first?”
“No, I was going to get in the shower first. Do you want to order something while I finish up?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. What would you like to eat?” he asked, moving the wine onto the side table before flipping open the room service menu.
“Hmmm. You pick for me,” I said, skipping into the bathroom to quickly take a shower.
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And that’s how the rest of the North American tour went, Jiyong becoming more and more romantic as the time flew by. When it was time to separate again, we kept in touch, texting or calling or even FaceTiming every day. It would have been a lie to say I didn’t grow feelings for him.
He was there through the arguments with my family. He was there when I was asked to become the new CEO and designer for the furniture company my late grandfather had directed to me. He was there when I told my parents I was moving out for good.
He was there for so many events in my life, yet after a good six months talking every day, his texts and calls became less frequent. At first, I thought I understood. He was a busy guy, and I couldn’t blame him for having to prioritize other things over me. When I was relocated to Seoul and found myself at his front door, however, I quickly realized life wasn’t always a fantasy.
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“Y/N, what are you doing here? How did you get here? Why are you in Seoul?” No hello, no how are you. He rattled out questions as soon as he opened the door to his condo.
“Umm, well hello to you, too. The company relocated me here, our market is considerably larger in Europe and South Korea. I just thought I’d drop by and see if you were home,” I replied shyly.
“Yeah, okay, but I mean how did you get here, to my apartment?” the way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable, like I had done something wrong. Or, like I was some crazy fan that followed him all the way back to his home.
“I, uh, you had given me your address last time when I sent you that painting? My grandfather’s apartment, well mine now, is like right across the street, so I thought I’d come by while I had the chance. Should I not be here?”
“No, I mean, it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting you is all. I have a bunch of friends over so maybe we can go to lu-“
“Hey! Y/N, right?” One of Jiyong’s friends popped their head out the door just over his shoulder. We had met in New York, and I was surprised when I heard him say my name. “I haven’t heard much about you in a while. How’ve you been?” He asked, slightly moving himself in between me and Jiyong.
His manner wasn’t as friendly as it had been in New York, and I was beginning to think this was a bad idea. His words stung, and the way he stepped in front of Jiyong had me deducing that he thought me as a possible threat.
“Oh, I’ve been fine. Just moved here on business. Anyways, I guess I better get going,” I said, keeping my eyes anywhere but on Jiyong or his friend. The lump at the bottom of my throat got higher as the seconds passed, and I could feel myself panicking. “I’m sorry I just showed up, I just had the thought and should have called you first. Anyway, I’m gonna go.”
And without waiting for a goodbye, I swiftly made my way down the stairs and across the small street that ran between the two buildings. What was I thinking? And why did my grandpa have to have his apartment so close to Jiyong’s? As soon as I closed the door behind me, the tears and the anxiety crashed down like a ton of bricks.
I laid on the hardwood floor for a couple of hours until my assistant came to make sure I was settled in. It was hard to interact with someone so nice while feeling so shitty, but Mi Na made it so easy talk to.
As I walked Mi Na to the door, my phone sounded with a message notification. I opened up my phone and my stomach flipped with nerves as I read who it was from.
Jiyong: Y/N. We need to talk. I’m at the café downstairs with some friends if you would come down.
Me: If you’re sure.
Jiyong: Please. Tae Hee wants to talk to you, too.
Fucking great. I knew it wasn’t going to be good, but I shakily took myself downstairs anyways.
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I’ll see ya next time! I hope you guys enjoyed this part! Please let me know what you think!
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