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WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating, cursing, just general being mean.

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Jiyong had no idea why, but the sight of you always annoyed him. The way you smiled without a care in the world. He never did like you. He never tried to think about why either, because he knew the moment he tried to analyse it, it would all fall to bits. And no matter how curt or rude he was to you, you were always nice to him. He used to try and ignore you, because you were just his little sister’s friend. Why should he care? Why should he pay attention to you? But it was impossible. If you were around, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t stop watching you from the corner of his eye. And he fucking hated it. Which is why he went out of his way to try and talk to you as little as possible. He didn’t want to have to talk to someone he hated. Which is why things sucked when he had to pick both you and Mirae up weekly after drinks. He owed Mirae a favour and that is how she cashed it in. Both of you were going through a rough time and you guys needed that little destressing weekly. And Mirae usually passed out from drinking (she was both a lightweight and a sleepy drunk), which is why he had started talking to you. And once he started talking to you, he had even fewer reasons to hate you the way he did, because he liked talking to you. He really did. Which is why that night, when you called him, drunk, at 2 am, asking him to come to a diner, his first instinct was to worry. And he didn’t like that. He drove there as soon as he could, and found you waving happily at him from a booth. He felt so relieved, but so angry at the same time. Why was he so fucking relived that you were okay? He slid down in the seat across from you, just about to ask you what the fuck was wrong with you when you said,

“Jiyong, I like you.”

His heart jumped out of his chest when he heard that. He had no idea what to say. He hated you. How could you possibly like him? More importantly, how could he possibly like you? He didn’t. But if he didn’t, why was his heart pounding the way it was? No. He definitely did not like you. His heart had to be pounding because of the surprise, or the distaste. He looked at you again. He was about to say that he hated you, but looking at your expression, he couldn’t and switched to telling you that you were confused last minute. His heart started pounding even more when he heard that you had liked him for years. It must have been the disgust. He said whatever he had to quickly and left, not wanting to see your crestfallen expression anymore. He left as quickly as he could, just wanting to be away from there, not realising that he had left you, a drunk girl, alone at a diner at 2 in the morning. It only struck him later. Which is why he sent you that text. He was sure you’d respond. He had been mean to you so many times and you had never minded. He knew it wasn’t okay, but he was sure you were going to be the same. In fact, he was sure that you would continue to like him. He was certain that nothing would change, no matter what he said, because it had never changed before and you were always the same around him. He didn’t realise how hurt you were this time round though. He didn’t realise how serious you were about liking him. He didn’t realise how hurtful he was being.

After sending that text, he stared at his phone for two hours straight, hoping, praying to god that you would reply. If something happened to you after he left you there alone, he would never forgive himself. Which is why, when he didn’t get a response after two hours, the worry got to him, and at 4:37 am, he jumped out of bed and drove back to the diner, to see whether you were there. You weren’t. He walked over to the table where you were sitting, just to double check. You weren’t there, but a crumpled-up piece of paper was. He opened it up. It was soggy, presumably from your tears. He didn’t know why that made his gut twist a little. The writing was a little blurred, but he could read what you’d written. It was practice for what to say to him when he showed up. He crumpled it again. And as he took out his phone to call you and see if you were okay, although he had no idea why, he found himself folding that piece of paper and putting it in his wallet. He told himself then that it was only so that he doesn’t litter and he would throw it in the trash once he got home, but three years later, the paper was smudged with greasy fingerprints, from all the times he would take it out and stare at it while he was drunk, and was still very much in his wallet.

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You stared at Jiyong as you moved closer to Minho, grateful for his presence. It was like Jiyong never even heard the question, because he couldn’t stop staring at you in shock. Mino’s grip on your waist tightened. He could see that you weren’t happy. Tone a little harsher, he tried again.

“Hyung. How do you know Y/N?”

Jiyong’s head was spinning. What had happened? What happened to you? Why had you changed so much? How were you here? Why did Mino have his arm around you? Why was the girl who would always turn and grab his sleeve during horror movies holding on to someone else?

One look at him and you could tell he wasn’t doing okay. You knew he wasn’t going to be able to answer Minho’s questions. Seeing Minho’s jaw clenched, you tried to defuse the situation. Putting on a smile you knew was fake, and you knew Minho could tell was fake, you said,

“Minho, you know Mirae, right? He’s Mirae’s brother. We’ve known each other for ages, but we hadn’t seen each other in a while, so he must have been surprised to see me here.”

Jiyong’s head was still reeling. He wondered whether Mino knew that your smile was fake. Or that you hated horror movies. Or that you had a fear of swimming pools from almost drowning when you were seven. He could feel his lips curling in disgust. Mino knew nothing about you. But before he could think about why that mattered, Mino spoke. Sounding uncharacteristically emotionless, he said,

“Oh okay. That’s great hyung! I had no idea. Well, if you’d excuse us, we have some things to take care of.”

Mino’s heart lurched when he heard that. great. Not again. His ex-girlfriend cheated on him with Jiyong hyung. She confessed the next day and she promised that Jiyong had no idea who she was, because they’d never met or been introduced, and he didn’t even know her name. Mino could only ask, laughing through the tears,

“You were okay with sleeping with a drunk Jiyong hyung who didn’t even know your name? Were you that unhappy with me?”

Her eyes widened and she tried to lie, saying that it wasn’t him, it was her and that none of it was a reflection on Mino, but Mino couldn’t hear any of that. He just heard that he wasn’t enough. That he wasn’t satisfactory. All his love meant nothing. He didn’t date anyone for two years after that. He couldn’t. But when he saw you, with your bright smile and carefree happiness, you drew him in. And now, he was scared this was all just going to repeat itself.

The rest of the night, you could tell something was off with Mino. None of his smiles reached his eyes. His adorable excitement was gone. He stopped touching you. And you were worried sick. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you hated that he was feeling sad. You wanted to hold him, reassure him, tell him everything, but he wouldn’t even look at you.

You thought Jiyong would leave the party immediately. You were wrong. He stayed out on the balcony, still unable to believe anything he just witnessed. All he knew was that he had to talk to you. He waited until guests were slowly starting to leave. You were at the door, seeing them off while Mino was on the couch, talking to some of his friends. Jiyong walked over to you, moving as close as he possibly could and talking in a low, hushed tone, he said,

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why would you date Mino? He’s not the right guy for you. You won’t be happy with him.”

If you had heard him, you would’ve gotten mad. You would have fought back, asking him what he knew about your happiness. But you didn’t. You just murmured a half-hearted goodbye and continued staring at Minho, worried sick about why he was upset. Jiyong looked back at Mino, fists clenched. He had never felt so much anger towards him, and he still didn’t know why he was angry. He looked back at your worried face, and he knew you weren’t going to listen to him, and so he left, furious, without even knowing why.

After everyone left, you finally got a chance to talk to Minho alone. He was still sitting on the couch, head in his hands. You walked over and sat down next to him, putting your hand on his back.

“Minho, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

He looked back at you with haunted eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Jiyong hyung Y/N?”

“I didn’t know you knew him either, otherwise I’d have told you about it when you met Mirae.”

“Y/N, is there something I don’t know about you and Jiyong hyung?”

You could see Minho spiralling as he asked you that. You softly decided to ask him another question.

“Minho, is there something I don’t know about you and Jiyong?”

He turned away, eyes red. You waited. You knew he would talk to you. He just needed a little time. And sure enough, he did. Voice hoarse, he began.

“My ex cheated on me with Jiyong hyung.”

You couldn’t control the gasp that left your mouth.

“He didn’t know who she was. He had never met her. He didn’t even know her name. He was drunk out of his mind that night, and never bothered to learn her name, but she still wanted to sleep with him. She was sober. She never drinks. Even at his worst, she wanted him more than she wanted me.”

Your heart broke for Minho. Your poor boyfriend. He didn’t deserve that. And he was so shaken. But you did owe it to Minho to tell him about how you used to like Jiyong. You were just scared it would hurt him more. You gently peeled his hands away from his head and pulled his head to your chest. Minho stiffened at first, but then he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tighter. His body began to shake with sobs. He needed to let it all out. And you let him. You just held him close, gently massaging his head, telling him to let it all out. You could tell him after that.

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I Don’t Know (Ft. G Dragon and MINO) (1)

Part 1

When Jiyong goes for Mino’s part, he sees someone he never expected to see

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WARNINGS: Nothing in this part really. Rejection maybe?

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“Y/N, I think you’re just confused.”

You laughed, unable to keep the bitterness from it.

“Jiyong, I’ve liked you for years. Years. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried getting over you. I’ve tried rebounds. I’ve tried denial. I’ve tried avoiding you. None of it works. I know I’m definitely not confused. Kwon Jiyong, I like you.”

He paused and looked at you with dead serious eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

You felt your heart break, little by little.

“Jiyong, I thought there was something here. Was it all me?”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never felt that way about you Y/N, and I’m never going to.”

He got up to leave, but you grabbed his hand.

“Why? What is it about me that makes you feel like you’ll never like me?”

He shot you a scathing and pitying look at the same time.

“Everything.”

And he got up and left you there, alone at the diner at 2 am, slightly tipsy.

Half an hour later, you got a text from him

“Y/N, I don’t think we should talk anymore.”

And god it hurt, it hurt so much. And you knew you still liked him, even after all that.

You still liked him, but you knew he would never see you that way. He had made that abundantly clear. So, you stopped hanging out at places he would go to. He never asked you to, but you didn’t want to see him. It would make things a million times worse. You avoided him like the plague. You stopped going to parties he would be there for. You became a recluse and the only one allowed into your shell was Mirae. She didn’t know who the guy was. She just knew what happened and how that made you feel. And she was there for you every step of the way. She would have been supportive of you liking him. You just didn’t tell her because you didn’t want her to be caught in an awkward place if you were rejected by her brother, which you were. You avoided him so much that you didn’t see him for three years after that. Even though you live in the same city. Those three years, you dedicated to you. You still liked him, but you buried that at the back of your mind, forgetting that it existed. Out of sight, out of mind. You were your priority. Which is why, when you met Mino, things were different. You were determined not to let Jiyong ruin this aspect of your life as well.

You met Mino when you were walking your dog and your dog got away from you only to attack Mino with cuddles. That’s when you offered to buy him coffee to make up for it. He laughed and said that there wasn’t much to make up for and he prefers tea anyway. The moment he said that, you knew you had to find out more, because you were a tea person too. You were just about to offer to buy him tea at this great place you knew when he interrupted your thoughts with a light cough and a small blush.

“Actually, I’m a little messy right now, so I have to go home and change. Do you want to come home with me? I make a great cup of tea. Of course, no pressure, but”

You cut him off. You didn’t usually like to go random places with strangers, but you decided, on a whim, that this guy was worth getting to know. And you were right.

“I’d like that. I’m Y/N. Please to meet you.”

With an adorably shy smile, he responded.

“I’m Minho.”

Mino liked you, right from the start, but you were a lot more cautious when it came to liking people in general. And the thing is, Mino wasn’t like any of your rebounds. You cared about him. He was a really nice guy. So completely refreshingly different from Jiyong. Mino was sweet, adorably nervous and Jiyong just oozed cold confidence, the utmost surety in anything he did. You weren’t comparing. You didn’t even think about Jiyong anymore. Mino had given you the ability to forget him. For the first time in seven years, you stopped liking Jiyong. Which is why things with Mino were different.

You were just friends with Mino. Close friends. But one day, things changed. It was his birthday. There was going to be a party in the night. You went over a little earlier to spend some time with him and give him his present. He knew you were going to. Which is why he was so nervous. Because he planned on asking you out that night. He knew it was a bad idea. If you rejected him, on his birthday, it would really suck. And he was having second thoughts about it until you walked through the front door. You were wearing an oversized t shirt and some shorts, and you had a gigantic bag with you. You would change into your clothes for the party later. You wanted to be comfortable around him. And you took his breath away. You always did. What you were wearing never mattered. He knew he had to tell you.

“Hey hon, I got you brownies. And that’s not even your birthday gift.” (You had a habit of calling people terms of endearment.)

Before you could turn around and tell him about his birthday gift, that you were super excited about, he grabbed you hand and turned you around, so that you were facing him. One look at him and you could tell that he was nervous.

“Hey, what’s wrong Minho?”

He took in a couple of deep breaths, telling himself that he should just get it over and done with.

“Y/N, I like you. Will you go out with me?”

You froze. You knew he liked you. And if he had asked you any earlier, you would have said no, because you didn’t want him to get hurt because of your unresolved issues. But you were sure now, Mino helped you get over Jiyong. Because without even thinking about it, Jiyong stopped being a suppressed part of you that you never thought about. The part of you that was toxic for yourself. And just left. It was gone. For the first time in years, you took out that old phone where Jiyong texted you about not talking anymore. Whenever you used to look it, it always used to hurt. But now, you felt nothing. You were taking a bit of time to answer without realising it, and suddenly, you looked up, realising that Minho had stopped holding your hand. His face had fallen. It was obvious what he thought you were going to say.

“No, it’s okay Y/N. Don’t worry. I get it.”

“What? Minho, no, listen to me.”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

You couldn’t stop the light smile from appearing on your face.

“Why do you look so sad if you know I’m saying yes?”

It took him a second to register what you were saying and when he did, he jumped up, eyes lit up and mouth wide open.

“Wait, Y/N, are you saying?”

“Yes, Song Minho. I like you. And I would love to go out with you.”

And before you knew what was happening, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek and kissing you.

You got ready for the party after that. Minho was adorably hyped about introducing you as his girlfriend to all his friends. You put on your dress. It was a teal satin slip dress, with spaghetti straps and a cowl neck, with only two straps criss-crossing for a back. Yeah, you were planning on seducing Minho earlier but now you didn’t have to. It went down till the middle of your thighs, and you were wearing black thigh high net stockings with it with these gorgeously strappy black heels. You put on some minimal gold jewellery and you stepped out of the room, to show Minho, wanting to know what he thought. He was in the living room, in some ripped jeans, a black vest and a Burberry blazer. He looked great, especially since he brought out the lip piercing and his really nice Burberry tartan boots. Suddenly, you felt rather shy. Coughing softly to get his attention, you waited for him to turn around. Mino was on the phone with a friend, giving him directions to his apartment when he heard you cough and he turned out. He was mind blown. God, you looked so fucking beautiful. He was speechless.

“Yeah, I’ll have to call you back.”

And he cut the call, looking at you in awe. You felt a little shy.

“Is this a bit too much Minho? Should I change?”

“What?! No, Y/N, so look stunning. Change if you’re uncomfortable, of course, but I think you look amazing.”

You turned around, letting him see the backless part of the dress.

“You don’t think this is too much?”

He came up to you from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss at the nape of your neck.

“I think it’s lovely.”

You blushed. You liked your outfit, but something didn’t seem right to you. you turned around and looked at Mino. Bingo. You knew what was missing. Sounding a little sheepish, you asked him,

“Minho, can I borrow a black leather jacket to go with this?”

His eyes lit up.

“Sure Y/N.”

He loved it when you wore his clothes.

The party was going great and Mino was so excited and happy the whole night. He was so happy things worked out. He was busy introducing you to all his friends, and you were so busy trying to talk to them and remember their names that you didn’t realise that someone you knew has just walked in.

Jiyong walked in a little late, because he had to go pick up a present for Mino. He knew it was a little lazy, but he just picked a good bottle of wine. Mino was like a brother to him. He could just pick up something nicer for him later. As he smiled at the people he knew and got himself settled with a drink, he tried searching for Mino, wanting to wish him in person. He smiled when he saw him. He had the brightest smile Jiyong had ever seen on his face. He was talking to a few of his friends, blushing a little at something one of them said. There was someone else there with them too. A girl. Jiyong could see her heels and a bit of her hair through the crowd. The crowd parted a little. Okay, wow. A really hot girl. He still couldn’t see her face because of Mino’s friends, but he could see that Mino was looking at the girl with pure adoration and had his arm wrapped around her waist. Jiyong smiled. Maybe Mino had finally gotten a girlfriend. Good. Jiyong was happy for him.

Mino suddenly turned and saw Jiyong. His face lit up and he grabbed your hand and wove through the crowd.

“Hyung, I’m so glad you’re here!”

Jiyong raised his glass and leaned in for a hug.

“Happy Birthday Mino!”

Mino smiled and finally helped you through the crowd. He turned to Jiyong, beaming, and said,

“Hyung, meet my girlfriend Y/N.”

Both of you were in shock.

You recovered pretty quickly and smiled, extending a hand to greet him. Did you want to see him? No. But did that change the way you felt? No.

You smiled and said,

“Hi. I’m Y/N,”

and you were about to introduce yourself when he turned to Mino, and said,

“Sorry, Mino. Give me a few minutes.”

Grabbed your hand, and yanked you away, onto the balcony.

He grabbed your hand so hard that it hurt.

“What the hell GD?”

His face twisted in confusion.

“GD? When have you ever called me that?”

“We’re practically strangers to each other. What else would I call you?”

His face darkened with an uninterpretable expression.

“Why’re you here? How did you meet him? Why did you disappear? I tried texting you and calling you, but you blocked me.”

“New number. And why did you call?”

“Why didn’t you come home?”

“I didn’t want to see you.”

“You hate me that much?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Does Mirae know?”

“Yeah, she loves Minho.”

Minho walked out onto the balcony, for the first time being vaguely assertive. He was worried about you.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively and raised an eyebrow,

“What’s going on? You know Y/N, hyung?”

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Let’s stitch this up (ft. G Dragon)

Jiyong draws the line.

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Features appearances from OC Mirae and Kwon Dami.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, surgery (Appendectomy)

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You sighed as you looked down at the counter, face slightly pale, thinking back to your doctor’s visit earlier today. You were scared. You had never had surgery before and you didn’t know an appendectomy was an emergency procedure. You shuddered lightly before groaning, putting your face in your hands. It was early, but you had had a long day. You just wanted to hit the bed and get a good night’s sleep, but the only problem with that was you wanted to discuss your health with your boyfriend Jiyong, but he wasn’t home yet. He was working and, on some nights, he would go out for a drink, and get late. You were just about to change into your pajamas and lightly complain about him not being home to yourself when you heard the front door open. Through all your worry, you felt a light smile spread across your face. Jiyong was home. You just needed a little comforting, and no one was as good at comforting you as Jiyong. You walked towards the front door, smiling and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hi Ji. How was your day?”

You were more than surprised when he shrugged you off harshly and turned around looking furious. You took a few steps back, shocked at his reaction. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he said very sarcastically,

“I don’t know Y/N. You tell me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, too shocked to say anything. He rolled his eyes and started off.

“Why did you ditch my sister, Y/N? You know how important she is to me. Even if you don’t like her, just be civil to her! Why can’t you even do that?”

Your face furrowed up in confusion.

“What? Jiyong, no. I love your sister. I didn’t ditch her. What happened-”

Jiyong got even angrier.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N. Don’t lie to me. Why did my sister call me asking where you went?”

He paused to glare at you. Running his fingers through his hair, he said,

“All you had to do was have lunch with her Y/N. Why was that so hard?”

You were on the verge of tears. You had a long day. You didn’t ditch his sister. Halfway through lunch, your stomach began hurting furiously, so you apologised for leaving and left for the hospital, where you got diagnosed with appendicitis and had your surgery fixed. You were scared, you were in pain and you didn’t mean to hurt his sister’s feelings.

“Ji, sweetheart, listen to me. That’s not-”

You paused when you saw the look of sheer disbelief on his face. He rolled his eyes again and scoffed. His voice furiously low, he said,

“Oh, come on. Don’t give me that crap. You know you crossed the line here.”

You could hear this ringing in your ears and you felt your gut twist a little. You voice soft, you asked,

“There’s a line?”

He snapped.

“Of course, there’s a line Y/N. This is my family we’re talking about.”

Your voice was still deadly quiet, so much so that he couldn’t hear the small break in your voice when you said,

“And I’m not?”

And when he didn’t reply, you knew you were both on different pages.

You stood there, frozen in shock, trying to comprehend everything that was happening, but Jiyong sighed and said,

“I’m going to go talk to my sister and fix this.”

And he left. Just like that, he left you. You knew what you had to do. You knew you needed to end the relationship. If Jiyong drew a line and never considered you his family, then you were both worlds apart when it came to where you wanted things to go. You wanted nothing more than to start a family with him, but this wasn’t right. He didn’t even let you tell him what actually happened. He didn’t notice that you were sick and in pain. You scoffed. Wow, what a day. You didn’t want to dwell on what happened too much, so you went to pack your stuff for the hospital. You could ask your best friend Mirae to pack up the rest of your stuff later. She was super busy with work, so you couldn’t ask her to stay with you for the surgery and while you were in the hospital, but you also knew she would kill you if you didn’t tell her about this. So, you called her. She answered on the third ring with a groan.

“Oh my god Y/N. Get some sleep!”

Normally, you would have had a snarky comeback ready, but you didn’t have it in you.

“Hey.”

Immediately, Mirae was more alert.

“What’s up? You okay?”

And that’s when it all came rushing back to you. You choked on a sob.

“No, no I’m not.”

Mirae, perpetually ready with sarcastic comebacks, could only say,

“Oh honey, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do you want to stay on the call with me?”

You managed to get out a muffled no, telling her to focus on her driving and to be safe, opting instead to just let yourself cry for a while. You didn’t even realise when Mirae got there until she slowly hugged you and pulled you up from the floor.

Mirae patiently waited until you finished crying and calmed down before asking you what happened. She also waited patiently until you were done and didn’t even say anything. She just hugged you and helped you relax. When she finally spoke, she said,

“Listen, Y/N. I’m always going to be here for you. No matter how busy I am with work. I can’t believe you weren’t planning on telling me about the surgery. I’m going to cancel my flight to Japan right now and then we can go to the hospital.”

Oh no. You couldn’t make Mirae miss out on the huge project she so painstakingly planned over three months. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head.

“No, Mirae. You have to go. Your flight is only in the night. My surgery is in the morning. You can wait for that and make sure I’m okay and still make it in time.”

Mirae eyes lit up, because the project meant a lot to her, but she still sounded a little unsure.

“Y/N, but what about moving all your stuff out of here? And staying with you in the hospital?”

You shook your head.

“You’ll only be gone for twenty-hour hours. I’ll be in the hospital for three days after my surgery. That’s plenty of time to get all of my stuff from here. And I’ll be fine staying in the hospital alone. It’s not a big deal. You’ll be there for the scariest part, the surgery.”

“Y/N, are you sure?”

Hiding just how scared you were, you nodded.

“Yup. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Jiyong groaned as he slammed his car door shut. He was irritated by you, but he was angrier at himself for having said those things. He just hadn’t realised it yet. He walked into his sister’s house, not realising it was late. She jumped up from the couch, nearly spilling her hot chocolate.

“Oh my god Jiyong. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

Jiyong couldn’t stop pacing.

“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to apologise for Y/N. I don’t know what got into her. I’m so sorry she ditched you.”

Dami looked very confused.

“What’re you talking about?”

Jiyong couldn’t help the eye roll he let out.

“You told me on the phone earlier today that she left halfway through lunch.”

Dami groaned.

“You cut the call before I could finish talking, didn’t you? Jiyong, she didn’t ditch me. She apologised so many times for having to leave. And I didn’t call you because I was mad. I called because it looked like she left because she wasn’t feeling well, and I think I heard her ask the taxi driver to take her to the hospital. I called because I was worried about her. It looked pretty bad. She was so pale and tired.”

Jiyong froze for a minute, slowly trying to process everything Dami just told him. He suddenly looked up, eyes widening.

“Fuck.”

“What have you done?”

But Jiyong left before she could complete that sentence. Jiyong was so frustrated. Why was he so mean? Why did he have to do that? Were you okay? He didn’t remember what he said. He just knew that he hurt you.

“Fuck Jiyong. What did you say to her?”

He got back to your apartment at around 5 am the next morning. It was a really long drive. And he walked in, heart sinking when he didn’t see you on the couch. Usually, when the two of you fought, both of you would wait for the other to calm down and talk things out on that very couch. Well, he had fucked up very, very badly. Jiyong nervously wrung his hands as he walked closer to the bedroom. “

Y/N, love, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said and why I said it. I’m so sorry for taking everything out on you. I heard you aren’t feeling well. What’s wrong, love?”

There was no response from you. The panic in him rising, he opened the door to your shared bedroom and when he saw you weren’t there, he felt his heart stop for a minute.

After his brain started working again, he rushed to check whether you had taken your things with you. You couldn’t leave him.

“Please, god, let her things be there”

was the only thing he could mutter to himself over and over again as he checked your closet. What he found just confused him further. Most of your stuff was there, but your favourite hoodie, that you wore nearly every day, was gone. he was just about to try calling you for the millionth time when he heard the front door open. He rushed out, hoping you were back, but he only saw Mirae walking in. His heart sank again, but he knew she would know where you were.

“Mirae, where is she?”

Mirae gave him a sympathetic smile before saying,

“I’m not telling you.”

“What?! Mirae please.”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

She shot him a pitying look.

“I’m here to start packing up her stuff.”

Jiyong just fell to the floor, in shock.

“A-are you saying she’s leaving me?”

“Yes.”

“Mirae, no. Please just tell me where she is. I need to talk to her. I need to apologise. We can fix this.”

Mirae sighed before turning to face Jiyong.

“Look. I’m mad at you for the way you treated her, but I told her that I think she should talk to you first. That she shouldn’t just leave. That if nothing else, she needs closure. But she refused. And she told me she doesn’t want you knowing anything about where she is. So, while I don’t think she’s doing the right thing, as her friend, I will do everything she wants me to. I’m sorry.”

Jiyong didn’t get up from the floor. He couldn’t. he couldn’t stop thinking about losing the relationship that finally felt right. Mirae started packing and left, but he was still there, on the floor, head in his hands.

2 months later

Jiyong was in the supermarket. It was 2 am, and he desperately wanted those snacks he tried a while ago. At least, that’s what he came there for. Somehow, he found himself in the wine aisle.

“Ah, should I get one more? “Fuck it, let’s buy it. Just another night of having sad grocery store wine and falling asleep on the couch crying.”

He was about to reach out to pick the wine bottle when he felt someone else also reach for it. He jumped back, apologising immediately.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise- Y/N?”

You froze like that, but then quickly pulled your arm back down. In your cropped hoodie, he would have been able to see the scar from your surgery if you waited too long. You were too late though. His eyes were wide and his voice was serious when he said,

“Y/N, what was that?”

You looked away, refusing to answer. His voice rang a little louder.

“Y/N, please. What was that? Did you get surgery?”

You sighed, not wanting to talk to him. You managed to cut him out of your life, but you weren’t over him. In fact, you were very much in love with him and wanted a bottle of wine to get drunk and rant your woes out to Mirae. You didn’t want to talk to him and spiral again. He reached for your hand, only for you to back away. Jiyong’s eyes were hurt when you looked up. You gave in.

“Fine. I guess I owe you that. We can go back to your place for a bit.”

He winced when you said that. His voice was obviously pained when he said,

“Our place Y/N. That’s home.”

You missed him too. You didn’t want to do this either, but what you had wasn’t a good relationship. You forced yourself to sigh and look bored.

“Jiyong, it’s been two months since I left. We’re done.”

His face fell and he could only whisper,

“Y/N, please don’t just write us off yet.”

You remained silent. You didn’t have it in you to lie and tell those trusting eyes that you didn’t love him when you clearly did.

The car ride back was silent. Jiyong was driving and you were staring out of the window, thinking about how you were going to manage to pull this off. As soon as Jiyong shut the door behind you, you were about to turn around and say,

“Listen, Jiyong, I can’t do this. We can’t be together.”

But you never got around to that, because Jiyong’s hand gently brushed against your hip, feeling for your scar.

“Did it hurt?”

You gasped lightly when you felt his hands on you after so long. Only Jiyong could make you feel that way. Although you wanted to let your knees cave and let him hold you, you didn’t. You tried to stay strong. You reached around to grab his hand, but you couldn’t throw his hands off you. You didn’t have it in you. All you could manage was a pained whisper.

“Jiyong, please don’t.”

Jiyong’s thumb lightly brushed over your scar again before turning you around to face him, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, love. I ‘m sorry I wasn’t there for you throughout all of this. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry I took out my frustrations on you.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you then. That was all you wanted during the surgery. You were scared and you just wanted your boyfriend there.

“I know you’re hurt. I know I said some horrible things. But can we please try talking about this? I can’t lose you.”

You took a deep breath and tried to gather your thoughts.

“Jiyong, I can’t do this again. You made it very clear that you didn’t think I was as important as your family. Which is fine. It really is. But I can’t be in a relationship like that, because if things are already like this, the family I start with you will also never be as important to you.”

Jiyong looked taken aback.

“Y/N, what did I say that would make you think that? Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s not what I meant. At all. I want a family with you. And you are important to me. You’re the most important person to me.”

You couldn’t help the small stray tear the slipped out when you said,

“That’s not what you said then Jiyong.”

He held your hand, trying to look into your eyes.

“Y/N, love, I know this is going to sound bad, but I don’t remember what I said to you that night.”

You laughed. A biting, hurt laughter.

“You said all those horrible things and you don’t even remember them? Wow, guess that makes it clear how much I mean to you then.”

He winced, but persevered.

“Y/N, that’s not what it is and you know it. You know I love you. And I really am sorry I hurt you. I hate myself for that. But you know the reason I don’t remember anything is because I didn’t mean a word of it. You know I remember things that I mean. I was being an asshole, not listening to everything that happened and trying to pick a fight with you. But can you please tell me what I said? I want to know so that I can apologise properly.”

The two of you sat on the couch in silence for a while, you sipping on the cup of tea he made you while he waited nervously. You finally started.

“You told me I crossed a line when I ditched your sister.”

His eyes widened.

“And I was hurt, so I asked you whether there is a line I can’t cross, and you said that they’re family. I asked you whether I wasn’t family and you never responded. You just left for your sister’s place.”

Jiyong looked shocked beyond measure.

“Love, I’m so sorry. I promise I didn’t mean any of it. You’re my number one priority and I want a family with you too.”

His voice turned small.

“I wanted to propose, but I didn’t because I didn’t think you wanted to get married and I didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”

You sighed, looking at him for the first time, and continued.

“I ditched her because the pain got too much for me and I had to go to the hospital. They told me I had to get an appendectomy done the very next day. I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than your unconditional love and support, but you left me alone. Mirae was there for me, and I know she always will be, but where were you when I needed you? You never let me tell you what happened. You never listened. Jiyong. Why shouldn’t I break up with you?”

You wanted to hear his reason, whether he’d be able to find one, because deep down, you wanted him to. Jiyong moved a little closer to you.

“Well Y/N, for starters, we both still love each other. I never stopped caring about you. And I was not there for you when you needed me, and believe me, I regret it. But it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I didn’t know. My fault again, but I want you to know that I care. I will change. I will be more careful about the things I say, and I will definitely never snap at you for no reason again. But I know I love you and I want you to be my home. I want us to start a family together. I know you used to want that. And I think it’s tough to find love like that in the world. So, please. Let’s give us another shot.”

You looked into his eyes and you knew he was being earnest. You still hadn’t forgiven him completely but those small glitches could be worked out in a while. You gave him a very light smile before saying,

“Well, marriage and family is a bit much for now, but let’s try and work this out and see where we go, hmm?”

And before you could put your cup of now cold tea down, Jiyong roughly pulled you onto him, kissing you deeply as though starved. Your tea had spilt all over the two of you and Jiyong ended up pushing a book off the couch by accident, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the smile on both your faces as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back, letting him sink back into the couch.

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Let’s go home (ft. Hanbin)

When Hanbin makes both his and your worst fears come true.

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Hey guys, I know I haven’t been writing much and I ‘m sorry :(( I just have a lot on my plate right now. But thank you to the anon who sent me that message asking whether I was okay cause I think that motivated me to write this :) I hope I’ll be able to write more soon, so yeah :) Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, cursing.

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You hugged yourself a little tighter, grateful for the warmth of Hanbin’s sweater. You had just stepped out of your apartment to go drop off some food for him. Hanbin was working on an album, and had basically locked himself up in the studio. You only saw these glimpses of him whenever you went to drop off stuff for him, and although you really missed him, it was okay. You knew how important the album was to him. You knew that he cared about you and once the album was out, things would go back to normal again. And so, although you missed him, you made do with wearing his clothes and looking through old pictures instead of interrupting his work. Today was just one of those days you had decided to give in to your cravings and go see him, even if it was just for ten minutes.

You reached the building, and as you made your way down the hallways to his studio, you let your mind wander into thinking about your relationship. You were happy. The two of you had only been dating six months, but Hanbin made you feel so comfortable and secure that it felt like much more. You trusted him with your all. You loved him and you were so grateful that he was in your life. Lost in thought, you didn’t realise you were standing in front of the door to his studio. You only snapped out of it when you heard Jinhwan’s teasing voice.

“So Hanbin, how are things going with Y/N? Any plans on moving in?”

You smiled, a little nervous for his answer, because you were planning on talking to him about him living with you. Hanbin remained silent. You knew how awkward he could be and your heart swelled at the thought of Hanbin going adorably red, but just when you were about to walk in, you heard Hanbin start to talk. In the most detached, bored tone you had ever heard him speak in, he began.

“Hyung, that’s not how things are between us. We’ll probably end up breaking up soon.”

You felt your heart stop. Were the two of you on different pages about the relationship right from the start? You were thinking of moving in together while he was thinking of breaking up. But why? You thought he was happy with you. Things just weren’t making sense. He continued and you listened to him, heart sinking further with every word.

“I’m just dating her for the sake of dating someone, not because I genuinely like her. It just doesn’t feel right.”

His voice had a weird quality to it you didn’t recognise, but then again, that wasn’t surprising. This entire side of Hanbin wasn’t something you recognised. Jinhwan sounded unsure about things.

“Hanbin? Are you sure? The two of you seemed so happy.”

With that same weird quality in his voice, Hanbin responded.

“That’s how it was in the beginning hyung. Things have changed.”

And with that, you were done. You didn’t want to hear anymore. Every single bit of trust, comfort and security you had in your relationship was gone; completely shattered. You couldn’t believe Hanbin would lie to you like that. You hated how foolish he made you feel. You were in love with him and he didn’t even like you. You hated how you didn’t notice any signs of this earlier. You hated how happy you were in the relationship while he must have been looking at you like you were a fool. But most of all, you hated the fact that the Hanbin you knew and fell in love with was gone. You felt so desperately alone. All you wanted was to crawl into his arms and cuddle until things got better, but you couldn’t stand the sight of him. You walked back home in a daze, trying to wrap your head around everything you heard Hanbin say.

Curled up in bed, you stared down at your phone, wondering whether to call Hanbin. You needed to end things. You couldn’t put up with this farce anymore. But you were also angry. Extremely angry at the way he lied to you and made a mockery of your relationship. You threw your phone aside, deciding that you wanted to hear him say those things to your face. You deserved an explanation.

That same night, Hanbin pushed his chair back and stared at his phone, willing for you to text him. You usually checked in on him every evening to see whether he was okay or he needed something. He needed to talk to you. The guilt of having said all those terrible things was eating away at him. Hanbin never wanted to break up, and he loved you from the bottom of his heart, not simply dating you for the sake of dating someone, but the boys had been teasing him a lot, and when Jinhwan hyung teased him, it was the final straw. In that irritation, he said a whole lot of stuff he didn’t mean, and broke down the moment Jinhwan left the studio. God, how could he say those things? He had no idea you heard him, but the guilt was eating him alive. He was just nervously waiting for you to text him first, as usual, so that he could call and apologise. But your text never came.

Hanbin waited, jumping to check his phone with every notification, but it was never you. He had a bad feeling about it, but he didn’t have it in him to text you first so, he comforted himself by thinking that you must be busy. He was sure you’d text the next day. You didn’t. And no matter how much he waited, you didn’t text him for the following days either. Hanbin knew something was wrong, and he was worried sick about you, he never imagined that you heard his horrible words. Every time he tried calling, it just felt wrong to explain that over the phone, and so, Hanbin waited desperately until he was done with his studio work to head to your apartment.

You were done. You didn’t want to have anything of his in your apartment. Your happy space was filled with pictures of the two of you. In a day’s time, it all changed. You took down all the photos and threw them into a box. He had left a lot of his clothes at your apartment. All of those went into the box as well. You stared down at your phone. It needed to change too, and so, although it broke your heart to do so, you changed your wallpaper and lockscreen to random quotes instead of the pictures you had taken with him when you went camping. The only thing you couldn’t bring yourself to change was his contact details. It was a simple ‘Hanbin♥️’, but somehow, you couldn’t remove that. It would really be over then.

When you heard the doorbell ring, you didn’t think much of it. It must have been the pizza you ordered. Which is why you were shocked to see a very sad looking Hanbin standing outside your door. He didn’t know what to do, so he tried to keep up the semblance of normality. Struggling to put a light smile on his face, he asked,

“When did you change the passcode?”

You just shrugged. You had changed it that very day. It used to be his birthday. Now, it was your sister’s.

He looked around once he sat down on the couch with you. Something was definitely wrong. And he couldn’t quite put his finger on why the apartment looked different. He turned to look at you, sitting at the other end of the couch, keeping a solid distance from him, refusing to even look at his face. Still desperately trying to cling on to the semblance of normalcy, he smiled and said,

“Come a little closer Y/N. Why so far away?”

You didn’t respond. You were beginning to fume thinking about how he dared to ask you that. Choosing not to address you ignoring him, he continued.

“Y/N, have you done something with your place? Things look a little different now.”

You turned to stare at him incredulously. He didn’t even realise that you removed all pictures with him? You couldn’t help the scoff that left your mouth. Watching you, Hanbin grew increasingly nervous. He didn’t know what went wrong, but it was as though the world was punishing him for saying that crap in the first place. Sounding nervous, he said,

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

You ignored him. Hanbin felt a sort of panic building up in him. He was about to ask you again when your phone buzzed from a notification. You simply picked it up and typed out your response, but Hanbin was left shaking. When he saw your new lockscreen, all of a sudden, he realised what was different in your apartment. You had changed your lockscreen. It wasn’t that picture with him anymore. He looked around. All the pictures the two of you had so happily put up were gone. Hanbin couldn’t take it anymore.

It was also tougher for you to take it, because you could see Hanbin slowly realise what had changed. You knew he didn’t know why, and you didn’t regret your decision or the way you were feeling at all, but you did feel pain at seeing him so hurt and confused. You turned away, not wanting to risk changing your mind about Hanbin, when you felt him get up from the couch. You still refused to turn. You only looked back at him in surprise when you felt his wet cheeks on your lap. Out of pure shock, you spoke.

“What are you doing Hanbin?”

“Y/N, are you breaking up with me?”

You looked down at the sobbing man in your lap, your gut wrenching a little before tightening your lips.

“Yes, I am.”

Hanbin looked up at you, confused and hurt, and something in you just snapped. You turned away, your voice sounding like a whip.

“You don’t fucking get to look at me like that.”

The look of confusion on his face just hurt you even more. How dare he try and act confused after everything? He, poor soul, had no idea why you wanted to break up with him. He sobbed even harder and wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your lap.

“No, Y/N, please. I love you.”

You couldn’t keep the bitterness from your voice when you scoffed and said,

“I thought this is what you wanted Hanbin. Why’re you so upset now?”

Hanbin froze, slowly letting everything click in his head. Still crying, albeit silently, he got up from his knees and sat beside you. Trying desperately to keep his voice calm, he said,

“Y/N, look at me.”

You refused to, knowing that your strong façade would just crumble.

“Y/N, please!”

His voice had an urgent, desperate quality to it that made you turn towards him. He looked broken, so utterly lost and devastated. His voice was soft when he spoke.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Look at me. Do I look like I want to break up? I didn’t mean a thing I said that day, and I am so sorry for saying it. I was sorry for saying it before I knew you heard me, and I’m still sorry for that. I’m sorry for putting you through this kind of pain. You don’t deserve it. I’m so sorry, and I hate myself for saying what I said.”

He paused, voice shaky. He looked at your face with the tears streaming down and felt even worse.

“Y/N, I love you. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you’re confused. I love the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. I love the way you think and always challenge yourself. I love every part of you, and I hate myself for saying that I didn’t actually like you. I hate myself for saying that we were going to break up because even as I said it, I realised that was my greatest fear. Y/N, I know I’m a flawed man. I know that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I should never have treated our relationship and you like that.”

Your voice was a faint, hoarse whisper when you said,

“Why? Why’d you say it Hanbin?”

He couldn’t look you in the eye when he replied.

“I said it because I was upset with hyung for teasing me about you.”

You just looked very drained when you responded.

“So, you jeopardised our relationship and hurt me because of that?”

Hanbin didn’t have an answer to that. You sighed, gently wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

“Hanbin, it’s nice to know I wasn’t the only one invested in this relationship, but clearly, I am more invested. You risked our relationship over something like this. I don’t think I can take that again.”

Hanbin’s heart dropped when he saw you turn towards him and say,

“Let’s break up.”

Hanbin couldn’t comprehend it. He held your hand, begging you.

“Y/N please. I promise that you will never have to take something like this again. I will never, ever do something like this. Just please, don’t do this. We both love each other!”

This time, it was your turn as you refused to look at him when you said,

“Hanbin, all your things are in the box over there.”

His hand went slack. He slowly got up to go get it, but he paused before leaving. His voice was weak but determined.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. And I will keep trying to get us back.”

And he left, leaving you to break down after he was gone.

One month later, and things weren’t any easier for you. God, you hated to admit it but you missed him. So much. He called everyday for the first two weeks, and texted too, but after that, it died down. Like you knew it would. If he was serious about the relationship, he would never have said something like that in the first place. You refused to give in and call him, no matter how lonely you were, opting instead to just cry yourself to sleep. Which is why you were surprised when he called you after having said nothing for a month. And you were even more surprised by how you answered it. Maybe it was a moment of weakness. Maybe it was because you missed him. Or maybe because it was three in the morning and you were worried about him. Hesitant, you answered.

“Hello?”

You never felt more worried than when you heard a strange man’s voice reply. What happened to Hanbin? You felt your heart quicken. God, please let him be okay. Before you could say anything, the man on the phone began speaking.

“Excuse me Ms, you’re listed as his emergency contact, which is why I called you. This is Ms. Y/N, right?”

Emergency contact? No. Fuck no. You closed your eyes, praying as you replied,

“Yes, that’s me. Is Hanbin okay?”

The guy must have heard the panic in your voice because he suddenly seemed very flustered.

“Yes, he’s fine. Man, I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have led with emergency contact. He’s fine, he’s just passed out from drinking too much.”

You felt like you were able to breathe again.

“Yes, please lead with that next time!!”

The bartender gave you his address and you left to go pick up Hanbin.

It was a long drive and it gave you time with your thoughts. It had been nearly two months. And you still worried about him like this. You still texted Jinhwan weekly to check in on Hanbin. And you were worried with good reason. Hanbin never used to drink this much. Was it worth it? Was staying away from Hanbin worth it? Would Hanbin hurt you again? You thought about things for a while. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you knew you had to get Hanbin home. You finally reached the obscure bar he was drinking at and walked in. It was closed and one harassed looking bartender was cleaning up the bar when he saw you and suddenly looked visibly relieved.

“Oh Y/N! Good that you’re here. He’s been crying in his sleep, and I don’t know what to do about that.”

Your worry skyrocketed. He was crying in his sleep? You hated that thought. You let the bartender point you towards the bundled heap in the corner that was Hanbin, shaking from the occasional sob. As you got closer, you realised he was saying something.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please come back.”

You melted. You never wanted him to get to this stage. You thought he would move on. You heard Leo, the bartender remark,

“You know, he’s been doing that everyday for a while now.”

And with that, you were gone. You had both missed each other enough. You went up to him, gently brushing the hair off his face. He stirred.

“Y/N? Please be Y/N.”

And he whimpered.

“Oh Hanbin.”

His eyes scrunched before moving towards you.

“Y/N, can we go home now? I miss you.”

You teared up a little, placing a light kiss against his forehead before saying,

“Yes, Hanbin. Let’s go home.”

Leo locked the door after the two of you left, jokingly muttering to himself.

“I’m the real hero here, just saying.”

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 6

You receive your punishment.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. SMUT. This chapter is mostly hardcore smut. Includes Master kink, Name calling, Degradation, over-stimulation, light bondage.

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Before doing anything else, he asked you for your safe word.

“Popcorn.”

He nodded.

“I can get a little rough, so let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded, watching him with rapt eyes, waiting for him to do something. He tied your hands behind you, eyes still dark with lust.

“One last thing. Degradation or praise?”

You practically moaned out

“Degradation”,

enjoying the way his smirk deepened and he said,

“Good”

when he heard that. He sat down in a chair across from the bed, crossing his legs to watch you with those eyes.

“What was my whore doing before master came back?”

You quickly caught on, only too happy that he shared that kink.

“Your little whore was masturbating to the thought of you master.”

You gulped hungrily when you saw the growing bulge in his pants.

“What were you thinking of, my little slut?”

“I was thinking of you punishing me master.”

“Didn’t I say I would take care of you when I got back? Did my little slut disobey me?”

You moaned, loving the way he sounded when he called you his slut.

“Yes master, I did. I was just too horny to bear it.”

His voice turned harsher, making you so wet that you were starting to drip down your thighs.

“If you’re going to behave like a bitch in heat, you should get yourself off like that.”

You looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He didn’t offer an explanation.

“Shirt off, slut.”

You happily removed the shirt, waiting for more. His eyes darkened when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He slowly spread his legs and gestured for you to come and sit on his lap. Only then did you understand what he meant. He wanted you to ride his thigh until you came. You nearly jumped with eagerness. How had he known? You slowly sat down on his thigh, enjoying the feel of those firm muscles below you in the best possible way. He gestured for you to go ahead and you slowly began riding his thighs, barely managing to sit up straight with the little shocks of pleasure it sent up your body. You tried to speed up, feeling so close to cumming. It only made you more desperate when Jiyong, staring at you coldly throughout, started rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and his forefinger and started sucking on the other. You wanted to just grab his head and keep it there, but your hands were tied. You were shaking from how close you were and you were about to fall off, when Jiyong grabbed your hips, so hard it would leave bruises, and moved you against his thigh, harder and faster, enjoying watching you become a moaning mess just over his thighs. You could hear yourself sloshing against his thighs, and that incredibly lewd sound just got you even more wet. You were so incredibly close. Jiyong took one look at your head thrown back, flushed and moaning, and he added his finger to the mix, pressing down hard on your clit. And with that, you were gone. You began shaking and you came, falling forward onto his chest, your thighs weak. He slowly moved you off his thighs and pushed you back onto the bed, pausing to enjoy how beautiful you looked. Your hair messed up, your lips red, your cheeks flushed, panting as your breasts were thrust forward because of the way he tied your hands. Jiyong looked down at his pants, which were soaked because of you. In an icy cold voice, he said,

“You dirty slut. Look how disgustingly wet you were. Look what you’ve done to my pants.”

You looked up at him, excited and scared for more.

“I’m sorry master.”

He eased out of his pants and moved closer to you.

“I’m going to have to make sure you regret that.”

He roughly grabbed your hand and pulled you upright, making you sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you, smirking at the wide-eyed look you gave him, and forced your thighs apart as far as he could. He looked up at you one last time and said,

“You’ll definitely never dirty master’s clothes after this.”

And he began. You were already sensitive from having cum, but he just harshly latched onto your clit and began sucking. He swirled his tongue over your clit, enjoying the way you were writhing beneath his grip. You were too sensitive. You screamed out.

“Oh my god, Jiyong, I can’t take this.”

He looked up for a second, his face glistening from how wet you were, eyes dark. And he went back in, sucking on your clit even harsher, and spreading your thighs apart even wider.

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to call you that. But oh, I can’t take this.”

He ignored your protests and while swirling his tongue around your clit, he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it gently. That pushed you over the edge. You were twitching and bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself. And when he added the second finger, and slowly curled that in as well, you lost it. Trembling from your second orgasm that night, you moaned out

“Jiyong”,

starting to see spots at the back of your head.

You would have collapsed onto him, but even through your orgasm, he never stopped licking, in fact, licking even faster than before. One of his hands reached up to play with your nipples while the other one desperately pumped two fingers in and out of you. You were the most sensitive you had been in your life. It was too much for you to take. You were screaming from how intense it was. But that never stopped Jiyong. He just continued to move his tongue in the most brilliant manner. He swirled his tongue around your clit one last time before pressing the flat of his tongue down on it, increasing the pressure. You were crying from how sensitive you were and by now, you were seeing spots. When he added one more finger to pump in and out of you, and lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it really harshly, it was too much for you to bear and came again, for the third time that night. Head spinning, you fell forward on to him. Jiyong gently caught you and held you up, the caring way he was holding you contrasting drastically with the cold look on his face. He gave you just enough time to be able to open your eyes and not have the world spin before he was back to his harsh, dominant self. He then roughly held your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You were flushed, eyes glazed and unfocussed, and panting from everything that just happened. He harshly whispered against your ear,

“My little slut forgot to call me master, didn’t she?”

You knew there was more coming your way, and you were both dreading it and longing for it at the same time. He smirked.

“Well, you know what to do for your punishment. Get down on your knees, slut.”

You were barely able to sit up straight, but you were relieved that it wasn’t anything for you. You got down on your knees, patiently waiting for Jiyong to strip. He slowly did, and he approached you. Without him even saying anything, you already had your mouth open, waiting for it, wanting it more than he knew, because of your dream. As you gently took his dick into your mouth, he gently ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed it, pulling your head back so he could see your face properly. You fixed your eyes upon his and ran your tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it around the tip, enjoying the way he pulled your hair and closed his eyes. You hollowed your cheeks and began sucking, letting your tongue focus on the tips. You gently licked off the little bit of precum there, enjoying the way he shuddered slightly.

“Is this what my slut wanted all along? Is this why you couldn’t wait? You enjoy this don’t you?”

His voice turned harsher, and he began bucking his hips into your mouth slightly. You gagged a little, but after getting used to it, your gag reflex went back, and you took him in even deeper. He groaned, rolling his eyes back.

“Oh, you little slut. You don’t even have a gag reflex. You just love having master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

You moaned from his words, feeling your tired body get turned on again. He let out a slight hiss from the vibrations from your mouth, and then, he grabbed your hair even tighter and began fucking your mouth. You loved it. You could feel that he was close, and because of everything he said, you were getting wet again. He suddenly pulled away, panting, incredibly close. You looked at him, disappointed, wondering what he was going to do next. You wanted to make him cum all over your face. He cursed, and said,

“Fuck, I can’t take this anymore.”

He roughly picked you up, threw off his shirt and threw you onto the bed. He undid the belt he had tied around your wrists, pausing to rub the sore skin underneath. You looked at him, surprised, wondering what he was going to do next. He spread your legs and stood between them, desperately trying to open the condom packet in his hands. He quickly rolled it onto his cock and pushed one of your legs over his shoulder. You had started shaking your head, realising what he was doing.

“Master, I won’t be able to take this.”

You hissed as he pushed into you, loving the way he filled you up, but feeling way too sensitive.

“But sluts like you love it.”

He continued thrusting into you, enjoying the way you were writhing under him.

“Now pinch your nipples for me, like the little slut you are.”

Barely able to think straight through the over-stimulation, through your tears, you led your hands to your erect nipples, pinching them and pulling them, just like he told you to. You were moaning from how good it felt, when suddenly he pulled out completely. Pausing to smirk at you for a minute, enjoying the way he had made you a moaning mess on his bed, he rammed back in, thrusting harder and faster. Your back arched when you felt him hit the perfect spot and you screamed. Your walls tightened around him. He groaned, throwing his head back. His thrusts got faster and more desperate. You could tell he was as close as you were. And with his next thrust, you were gone. You walls clenched around him and you threw your head back to moan,

“Jiyong”,

falling back onto the bed, exhausted, tears running down your face. He came soon after that. The way your walls clenched around him had just sent him over the edge. He just threw off the condom and lay down on the bed next to you, leaning in to pull you into a soft kiss.

You opened your eyes slightly to see that he was smiling at you, eyes so full of care and affection, before closing your eyes again. You felt him get up from the bed. He returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth, gently wiping you clean. He lay down next to you and gently pulled you into his arms. He sounded worried when he said,

“Hey… was it too much? Are you okay?”

You could barely open your eyes, but you did, and you smiled.

“No Jiyong. It was amazing. I loved it.”

You slowly turned to face him, burying your face in his chest, mumbling,

“Best sex ever.”

He had a large grin on his face when he heard that.

“Same here.”

He pulled you in even closer and gently stroked your hair. He frowned when he saw your red wrist and your bruised hips, wincing a little at how hard he gripped you. He got up and got some lotion. He gently pulled you up, letting you lean against his chest while he gently massaged your hips and your wrists with it. He smiled when he saw the light smile on your face with that. He slowly pulled you closer and scooped you up in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and carried you to the bathroom. He gently put you down into the bath he had drawn, smiling when he saw you relax because of the warm water. He slowly got in as well and he moved you so that you were resting against his chest. You were exhausted and your eyes were closed. He slowly started massaging your head, knowing you relax that way. You leaned back into him even more, loving the intimacy of the moment. After a while, he got out and towelled himself dry, putting on a pair of boxers and a t shirt. He came back with another towel for you, helping you stand and holding you up while he gently dried you off before picking you up and carrying you back to the bed. He knew your legs were too weak to stand on your own. You wrapped your arms around him like a Koala bear, loving the way he smelt so fresh and so incredibly him. He smiled and slowly unwrapped your arms. He held your arms up and slid his t shirt onto you. It was practically a dress on you, but you loved the comfort of it. He towelled your hair and then ran his fingers through it, gently detangling it for you. You had moved under the blanket, making yourself comfortable near the pillow. He climbed in next to you, gently moving the hair that was falling in your face. You tiredly smiled and snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his chest. He also smiled when his head hit the pillow, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The two of you fell asleep like that, bodies intertwined, with smiles on your faces. Neither you nor Jiyong had ever felt that comfortable around other people like that before, but you knew, it with different here. You knew that the next day, things with EXO were going to blow up, but for now, being in his arms were enough.

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 5

Jiyong finally asks you about Jongin.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. This chapter has the beginning of hardcore smut. In this chapter, we have masturbation and slight degradation kink.

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Jiyong held you a little closer before he pulled the trigger. Your legs gave way and you fell to the ground. Jiyong quietly knelt next to you and lifted you up in his arms, checking with you to see if it was okay to do that. Your hands were shaking as they wrapped around his neck. You turned around, half scared to see Minhyuk’s body when Jiyong tilted your head back towards him.

“Don’t Y/N. I’ve made you see enough blood already. You shouldn’t have to see this as well.”

You didn’t argue with him, just trying to gather yourself. He paused before his door, and hesitantly, he asked,

“Y/N, I don’t know if you’re okay with staying in this room. If you aren’t, we can go to my room.”

You gave him a barely perceptible nod for him to go ahead and he took you to his room, gently laying you down on the bed. He was about to move back to give you your space, but he stopped when he heard your soft voice whispering,

“Jiyong?”

He sat back down next to you immediately, gently holding your hand.

“Yes, my love?”

He didn’t even realise the switch when he called you that. It felt so natural to him. You did though, and you couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He looked at you with so much love, but he managed to shoot you. You just couldn’t understand him. He snapped you out of your thoughts when he carefully asked,

“Y/N, why is EXO’s Jongin looking for you?”

You raised your eyebrows.

“EXO? What’s that?”

Jiyong sighed and leaned back.

“So, you didn’t know Y/N.”

You snapped.

“What didn’t I know Jiyong?!”

He looked away and mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“Jiyong, I can’t hear you.”

He slowly said,

“Jongin, your friend, is part of a mafia gang called EXO.”

You started laughing. Jiyong just stared at you uneasily, not quite knowing what to make of your laughter.

“Oh my god, why does this kind of stuff have to happen to me? How is it that Jongin is part of the mafia? The Jongin who can barely work a printer on his own?”

Jiyong just held your hand, knowing that you were actually upset. Calming yourself down, you asked,

“What role does Jongin have in EXO?”

Jiyong carefully watched you and said,

“He’s the guy you go to when you want to get rid of someone discreetly.”

You shuddered, unable to believe it. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the better of you.

“Jiyong, who does that here?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, unable to hide his surprise at your curiosity. He answered with a cautious smile on his face.

“Seunghyun hyung does.”

And you know what? Somehow, you weren’t surprised. You had expected it.

“What does Hanbin do, Jiyong?”

“Hanbin’s in charge of covering up. Making up a believable cover story for our jobs.”

You nodded. The two of you sat there in silence for a while, the sound of Jiyong’s breathing and the scent of his cologne comforting you. Jiyong suddenly jumped up, remembering something. He called Daesung.

“Dae, take care of the body in Y/N’s room. Find out how he got in and up the security. We can’t have something like that happening again.”

He cut the call and called up Mino.

“Mino, find out why Jongin is looking for her. Find Hanbin. He was with Jongin. Make sure he’s okay.”

He looked at your worried face. You were terrified for Hanbin, but you were also scared for Jongin. You knew he lied to you, and you weren’t going to forgive him for that anytime soon, but you still didn’t want him dead. You had seen how ruthless they were.

“Don’t harm or capture Jongin, even if you can. We don’t want to start a war with EXO.”

Mino winced and let out a sigh.

“Hyung, I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Hanbin is fine, and he’s on his way back, but EXO has called for a meeting. All nine of them are going to be there. We don’t have much of a choice this time, Jiyong hyung. They’re saying we’re trying to start a gang war by abducting Jongin’s girlfriend. They’re jumping at this opportunity, because ever since they lost some of the Hongdae area to us, they’ve been looking for an excuse to do this. We’ll all have to go. It’s going to be soon.”

Jiyong didn’t hear anything Mino said after

“Jongin’s girlfriend.”

Jiyong turned to look at you in shock, wondering whether it was true. You looked back at him, wondering what he was thinking about. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to know whether you had lied to him. His voice sounding angry, he said,

“Y/N, are you dating someone?”

You don’t know why you didn’t just reply saying, “No.” Maybe it was because he was incredibly hot when he was angry, but you got distracted. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline after the attack. Maybe it was just because you liked him, but you wanted nothing more than to pepper that gorgeous jawline with kisses. You then got distracted by his tattoo, yet again. You couldn’t stop imagining that tattoo on that beautiful skin, glistening with sweat as he lay down next to you after a night well spent. You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your mind. It didn’t work particularly well. All it did was make Jiyong look even angrier. Without meaning to, he moved closer and lowered his voice.

“Y/N, were you lying to me? Are you with Jongin?”

Again, because of his proximity to you, you zoned out. Without meaning to, you shivered a little and you had goose bumps running up your hands. It was only when Jiyong moved back, thinking he was scaring you, that you realised he had asked you a question. You turned and looked at him, slightly flushed.

“I’m sorry Jiyong, I zoned out. What did you say?”

Jiyong looked a little disappointed. He thought you zoned out thinking about Jongin. He sighed, and said,

“Although I feel like I already know the answer, I’m just going to ask you one last time. Y/N, are you dating Jongin?”

You moved a little closer to him, feeling bad that in the process of fantasising about him, you had hurt him.

“Jiyong, I promise I am not dating Jongin, and neither do I have any interest in doing so.”

He froze, a slow smirk coming across his face.

“Say that again Y/N.”

You said it, looking a little confused. Why was he smirking?

“I’m not dating anyone.”

The smirk only deepened.

“No Y/N. The first part of the sentence. Say that again.”

You stared at him, confused, until it finally dawned on you. You had said that bit about fantasising about him out loud. You turned red. You blushed, trying to look for an escape from the incredibly embarrassing situation you were in. He leaned in really close, smiling and said,

“As much as I would love to do all that and more, right now, I have to go attend a meeting, and before I leave, we need to discuss a few things.”

You couldn’t hide the disappointed look on your face as he moved away. He reached for your hand and kissed it.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

But then his face turned serious.

“Y/N, I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, because for the first time in my life, I’m going to be honest with someone.”

You nodded.

“Y/N, why is EXO saying you’re Jongin’s girlfriend?”

You shook your head.

“I honestly don’t know. I mean, yeah, he used to flirt with me, but that was just friendly flirting. He was always like that. It was never serious.”

“So, you never said yes to him, right?”

You nodded in agreement.

“Do you like him?”

You just turned to him incredulously.

“Jiyong, I literally just said I was fantasising about you. What more confirmation do you need?”

He hid a smile.

“Okay then Y/N. Would you prefer for us to hand you over to EXO? Because that’s what they’re asking for.”

You shook your head.

“No Jiyong. I wouldn’t.”

He took a deep breath.

“Y/N, do you want to be with me? I should warn you though. Once you agree to be with me and become my girlfriend, your life isn’t going to go back to normal.”

He winced.

“Actually, it’s never really going to go back to normal, because my enemies have figured out what you mean to me, so because of me, you’re constantly at risk. I’m sorry.”

You blinked, trying to take in all that information.

“I’m sorry, and even if you choose not to be with me, I’ll make sure someone will always be protecting you, because you got into this because of me. You’re not a captive here any more. I’ll give you back your phone and wallet once Hanbin gets back. You can leave now if you want. Just please don’t tell anyone anything about us.”

“Jiyong, I want to be with you. I want to stay here with you.”

And again, you saw that smile of his you loved the most. The innocent, gummy smile. Not the sinful smirk or the icy glare. Just a smile radiating happiness.

“Okay then my love.”

He suddenly shifted to a glare.

“Now, I’m going to go make sure EXO knows not to mess with you.”

As he was leaving, you got really mad at Jongin. He never told you he was part of the mafia and then he goes around telling people you’re his girlfriend. You felt a little bad about how worried he would have been, but anger and irritation won over in the end. You started muttering.

“Hmph. Bloody self-entitled pricks. Who are they to decide for me where I want to go? I’m fully capable of deciding for myself.”

Jiyong laughed as he headed over to his closet, pulling out a loose, slightly translucent white shirt. He casually began telling you to use his room while the guys took care of Minhyuk and your security, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that he was changing in front of you. You could only focus on those beautiful arms and that toned back, wonderfully tan. You had to stop yourself from drooling. He was just humming to himself as he took out some piercings to put on from the drawer. He didn’t wear all his piercings all the time, but oh good lord, when he did, he practically looked like the embodiment of sin. He slowly strapped a few daggers to those beautifully toned thighs and because of that, you couldn’t get those thighs and the thought of riding them out of your head. Finally, he slipped on a jacket and was about to leave, coming close and kissing your forehead first.

“Sweetheart, you stay here okay. No one other than me can enter these rooms from the outside. You’ll be safe here.”

And as he left, you got a whiff of his cologne, driving you insane. After he left, you shook those dirty thoughts out of your head. You really needed to get laid. You knew if you stayed awake, you wouldn’t be able to stay sane from those thoughts, so you just buried yourself into the bed, desperate for sleep.

Your eyes watered as you gagged, feeling him grab your head and buck his hips into your mouth more forcefully, making the definite transition from getting a blowjob to fucking your face. You loved it. You were getting wetter and wetter and you desperately needed some relief. Your hands travelled down your body, finding their way to your clit and rubbing frantically for some relief. You felt your hands being grabbed harshly as Jiyong pulled them away, holding them above your head with one of his hands while the other one harshly pinched your nipples. He bent down and harshly whispered in your ear,

“My little slut couldn’t stop touching herself huh. Don’t you think you need a punishment?”

You had just moaned out a

“Yes”,

when you woke up, finding yourself alone on the bed in Jiyong’s room, flushed, breathless and incredibly wet. You were desperate. You needed relief. You couldn’t remember the last time you got laid. And the thirst trap that is Kwon Jiyong wasn’t helping. Just thinking back to his toned body made your nipples hard. You were so bloody desperate that you decided to be reckless. You took one quick look around and slipped off the pants and panties you were wearing and leaned back against the pillows. You closed your eyes, trying to relive that dream. You let your hand gently run across your thighs and your breasts, enjoying the stream of goose bumps that followed. You slowly let yourself go, tricking yourself into believing they were Jiyong’s. He would never not tease you, so you slowly starting twirling your hands around your nipples, waiting until they were almost painfully hard before actually touching them. You let out a moan from how good that felt. Slowly, you let your hands travel down, letting it reach for your clit. You didn’t allow yourself to put pressure on it, no matter how much you wanted to. You moved in teasing little circles around it, slowly feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. You moved on to slowly sliding your fingers up and down, relishing the increased pressure. Slowly, you started putted more pressure and you moved on to your clit, you slow rubbing turning more frantic by the second. Your other hand slowly moved up to pinch your nipples, harder and harder, still not hard enough for you. When you were at a frantic pace, and it was really hitting the right spot, you arched your back, threw your head back and moaned,

“Jiyong”.

You nearly died from the shock when you heard him say,

“Yes?”

You opened your eyes, shivering from anticipation of what you knew was going to come when you saw him standing there, a foot away from the bed, eyes dark with lust, lips curled in a smirk. He slowly uncuffed his shirt and rolled his sleeves up, his eyes never leaving you. He walked over to you, unbuttoning a bit of his shirt as he did. Eyes incredibly dark, he removed his belt and finally took your hands and said, “Looks like someone needs to be punished.”

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 5

Jiyong finally asks you about Jongin.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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“Don’t Y/N. I’ve made you see enough blood already. You shouldn’t have to see this as well.”

You didn’t argue with him, just trying to gather yourself. He paused before his door, and hesitantly, he asked,

“Y/N, I don’t know if you’re okay with staying in this room. If you aren’t, we can go to my room.”

“Jiyong?”

He sat back down next to you immediately, gently holding your hand.

“Yes, my love?”

“Y/N, why is EXO’s Jongin looking for you?”

You raised your eyebrows.

“EXO? What’s that?”

Jiyong sighed and leaned back.

“So, you didn’t know Y/N.”

You snapped.

“What didn’t I know Jiyong?!”

He looked away and mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“Jiyong, I can’t hear you.”

He slowly said,

“Jongin, your friend, is part of a mafia gang called EXO.”

You started laughing. Jiyong just stared at you uneasily, not quite knowing what to make of your laughter.

“Oh my god, why does this kind of stuff have to happen to me? How is it that Jongin is part of the mafia? The Jongin who can barely work a printer on his own?”

Jiyong just held your hand, knowing that you were actually upset. Calming yourself down, you asked,

“What role does Jongin have in EXO?”

Jiyong carefully watched you and said,

“He’s the guy you go to when you want to get rid of someone discreetly.”

You shuddered, unable to believe it. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the better of you.

“Jiyong, who does that here?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, unable to hide his surprise at your curiosity. He answered with a cautious smile on his face.

“Seunghyun hyung does.”

And you know what? Somehow, you weren’t surprised. You had expected it.

“What does Hanbin do, Jiyong?”

“Hanbin’s in charge of covering up. Making up a believable cover story for our jobs.”

“Dae, take care of the body in Y/N’s room. Find out how he got in and up the security. We can’t have something like that happening again.”

He cut the call and called up Mino.

“Mino, find out why Jongin is looking for her. Find Hanbin. He was with Jongin. Make sure he’s okay.”

“Don’t harm or capture Jongin, even if you can. We don’t want to start a war with EXO.”

Mino winced and let out a sigh.

Jiyong didn’t hear anything Mino said after

“Jongin’s girlfriend.”

“Y/N, are you dating someone?”

“Y/N, were you lying to me? Are you with Jongin?”

“I’m sorry Jiyong, I zoned out. What did you say?”

Jiyong looked a little disappointed. He thought you zoned out thinking about Jongin. He sighed, and said,

“Although I feel like I already know the answer, I’m just going to ask you one last time. Y/N, are you dating Jongin?”

You moved a little closer to him, feeling bad that in the process of fantasising about him, you had hurt him.

“Jiyong, I promise I am not dating Jongin, and neither do I have any interest in doing so.”

He froze, a slow smirk coming across his face.

“Say that again Y/N.”

You said it, looking a little confused. Why was he smirking?

“I’m not dating anyone.”

The smirk only deepened.

“No Y/N. The first part of the sentence. Say that again.”

“As much as I would love to do all that and more, right now, I have to go attend a meeting, and before I leave, we need to discuss a few things.”

You couldn’t hide the disappointed look on your face as he moved away. He reached for your hand and kissed it.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

But then his face turned serious.

“Y/N, I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, because for the first time in my life, I’m going to be honest with someone.”

You nodded.

“Y/N, why is EXO saying you’re Jongin’s girlfriend?”

You shook your head.

“I honestly don’t know. I mean, yeah, he used to flirt with me, but that was just friendly flirting. He was always like that. It was never serious.”

“So, you never said yes to him, right?”

You nodded in agreement.

“Do you like him?”

You just turned to him incredulously.

“Jiyong, I literally just said I was fantasising about you. What more confirmation do you need?”

He hid a smile.

“Okay then Y/N. Would you prefer for us to hand you over to EXO? Because that’s what they’re asking for.”

You shook your head.

“No Jiyong. I wouldn’t.”

He took a deep breath.

“Y/N, do you want to be with me? I should warn you though. Once you agree to be with me and become my girlfriend, your life isn’t going to go back to normal.”

He winced.

“Actually, it’s never really going to go back to normal, because my enemies have figured out what you mean to me, so because of me, you’re constantly at risk. I’m sorry.”

You blinked, trying to take in all that information.

“Jiyong, I want to be with you. I want to stay here with you.”

And again, you saw that smile of his you loved the most. The innocent, gummy smile. Not the sinful smirk or the icy glare. Just a smile radiating happiness.

“Okay then my love.”

He suddenly shifted to a glare.

“Now, I’m going to go make sure EXO knows not to mess with you.”

“Hmph. Bloody self-entitled pricks. Who are they to decide for me where I want to go? I’m fully capable of deciding for myself.”

“Sweetheart, you stay here okay. No one other than me can enter these rooms from the outside. You’ll be safe here.”

“My little slut couldn’t stop touching herself huh. Don’t you think you need a punishment?”

You had just moaned out a

“Yes”,

“Jiyong”.

You nearly died from the shock when you heard him say,

“Yes?”

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Hatred and Love(ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 1

When you get abducted, your captor is someone you would never have expected.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

Taglist:

If there is anyone else who would like to be tagged, you can comment or leave me a message :))

I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know immediately.

Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino and Hanbin. It will also feature EXO’s Kai in the later chapters.

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Eventual smut, Sexual abuse, Abduction, Guns and Knives

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Jiyong. G Dragon. GD. The same person. Such drastically different sides. A living legend. A pathbreaker in kpop. A trendsetter in fashion. Just all round incredible. For more reasons than one. The man had a side job. He was the head of a mafia gang. It was a well-kept secret, but there was no denying that Jiyong, the mafia boss, was a terrifying man. He had absolutely no emotion when it came to running the gang, and that’s what made him terrifying. There was no appeal either his gang members could give him, or his victims could give him that would work, because he would never empathise with them. The whole image of Jiyong being a shy, cute guy was a clever front for his side business. Whatever deals he made, he never went back on, so he quickly became the best in the business. It wasn’t for nothing that he became the richest kpop star, you know.

He was sitting in his room, leaning back and just about to close his eyes when he got a call.

“Is this Mr.Jiyong?”

With his eyes still closed, Jiyong responded.

“And if this is him, what do you need?”

This rather frantic sounding voice replied saying,

“I have a job for you. I need you to abduct someone.”

Jiyong finally opened his eyes. So this was a serious call after all. Jiyong’s tone icy as ever, he asked,

“Are you aware of my rates?”

The same frantic voice answered, sounding a little irritated.

“I’ll give you as much money as you want. I don’t care about the cost. Just get the job done.”

Jiyong started to get annoyed. Was this client implying he wouldn’t be able to get the job done? Jiyong didn’t bother reassuring him, because Jiyong never reassured people. He simply said,

“Anything else you want me to do?”

The man’s voice dropped.

“Abduct her. Torture her. Send a video to her father. I need him to sign some papers, and he keeps refusing. He won’t refuse if his daughter’s life is on the line. If he still doesn’t sign,”

he paused,

“kill her.”

Jiyong nodded, jotting down the details. This was standard stuff. Must be some business partner’s daughter. This client didn’t sound like it was his first time asking the mafia for something. Maybe this girl was also part of a mafia family. The client sighed.

“I wouldn’t have gone this far if my brother had just signed the damn papers.”

Jiyong froze. Even to a beast like him, family was family. There were some of his family and friends he would do anything for. He felt disgusted for a second, but shook it off. Business was business.

“Okay, we will be able to do that. Send me her details and where to find her.”

You had only gotten to Korea a few months ago, barely settling into your new job. You were struggling a little with the new place and the new culture, but you were enjoying the freedom from your family. At home, things were always complicated. Your father and his brothers were constantly fighting over money and property, and somehow, being around that negative environment was never good for you. You knew your uncles. You knew they were in the wrong. You knew how they were constantly coercing people and blackmailing people. You knew how they constantly cheated people. You knew how they ill-treated your grandparents. You knew your father was fighting for the right thing, but it was exhausting to be around. Which is why when you got a new job in Seoul as a PR rep for a company, you jumped at the chance to go. Your father was very worried about sending you away, but you never fully understood the worry, confident that you’d be fine in a new place. As you sat in the trunk of a car, gagged, cuffed and blindfolded, you finally understood why he was worried.

When they finally removed the cover off your head, you were sitting, tied to a chair, in the middle of a dimly lit, crowded room. There was a man sitting a few feet across from you, legs crossed and staring at you. As you blinked to adjust to the light, you slowly started to make out the features of his face. You recognised those features. You were a fan, or at least, you used to be. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw him. Some of his men at the back laughed when they saw that, but his expression remained unchanged. Unflinching, uncaring, intense. After that though, you clamped down on yourself. You made up your mind to refuse to speak. You father had enough and more problems on his hands. You were not going to be one of them. You were certain you’d survive this. You didn’t know why you had that implicit faith, but you just did. You had to.

Jiyong looked at you, trying to gauge you. He was expecting more fear or even anger in your eyes, but he was not expecting a stubborn obstinacy to be there. A determination that was rare in such situations. His eyes slowly raked over the rest of you. His men and their looks, comments and whistles had already established that you were attractive, but he surprised himself when he looked at your face and found himself thinking you were stunning. He had abducted plenty of women before, and a good number of them were attractive, and he had never thought that before, but somehow, the sight of you sitting there, your hair dishevelled, your white shirt crumpled, your shorts torn and your eyes glaring at him with that insane determination did something to him. Constantly maintaining his poker face, in his low, cold voice, he said,

“Call her father.”

There was a slight pause.

“Daesung, torture her. Nothing too serious. Just enough to make her scream. Don’t touch the face though.”

He paused to smirk lightly.

“She’s a pretty thing.”

At that moment, you looked up at him and decided that you loathed the man.

Jiyong held the phone while they dialed your father’s number and Daesung stepped forward with a whip. You bit down on your lip determined not to scream. You knew they wanted to make your father hear you scream. You knew that if he heard you scream, he would go insane with worry. And so, as the first lash hit you, the pain searing through your thigh, you kept quiet, even though your body felt like it was on fire. They expected you to give in and scream with the first three lashes, but after you still hadn’t screamed with 10, they switched it up. You were crying from the pain, and your lips were bleeding from how hard you bit them, but you felt oddly exalted. You weren’t screaming. Daesung undid the ropes tying you to the chair and picked you up, and began punching you in the stomach, and although you desperately wanted it to stop, and you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, you held on, not screaming. Finally, Daesung took out a switch blade. Jiyong felt a slow sense of panic rise in him, and just as he cut the call, and said,

“Enough.”,

Daesung stabbed you in the stomach. It wasn’t too deep a cut, but as you watched the blood stain your shirt, you felt the need to laugh. Jiyong, still maintaining the poker face, said,

“Everybody out. Hanbin, Youngbae and Daesung stay.”

They, along with Mino and Seunghyun hyung, were part of Jiyong’s inner circle. They weren’t just his men. They were his friends. They were his family. They knew something was off by the way Jiyong said that. Still maintaining the poker face as the leader, Jiyong said,

“Hanbin, get the other room ready. She’ll be kept there. You will be in charge of getting her food and water. Tell the boys that no one is to touch her.”

He turned to Daesung and Youngbae.

“Put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding. Bring her up to my room.”

And he left for his room.

Daesung helped you up while Youngbae applied pressure on the wound. You were wary of them, especially Daesung, but he was surprisingly gentle when helping you, almost apologetically. They left you in Jiyong’s room, Youngbae giving you instructions on how to stop the bleeding, and Daesung slowly whispering,

“Sorry”

before leaving. You looked around you, wincing from the pain and the smell of blood. You were just about to sit when Jiyong entered the room. He looked different. His blazer was gone and his sleeves were rolled up. He was holding a first-aid kit. He looked at you, and said,

“Strip.”

You were annoyed with the man, but you were curious. Was the same man who ordered them to torture you going to give you first-aid? In the same detached tone as him, you replied,

“Why?”

He gestured to your wound.

“That needs to be taken care of.”

You looked at him, trying to figure him out. You also had a feeling he wouldn’t answer any more questions, so you just shrugged and slipped out of your shirt. He slowly walked over to you, and started disinfecting the wound. He was being surprisingly tender. He had never done this before. This wasn’t like him. He found himself looking at the lashes and the bruises, and feeling sad, which was definitely not like Jiyong. He never sympathised with the victims. He also couldn’t look up, because already, without looking at your face, there was a slight blush across his face from seeing you like that. He dressed your wound in silence, and after dressing it, he just walked out of the room, leaving you alone there to wonder what exactly was he thinking until Hanbin came to get you.

After that, things changed a little. You were moved to a room of your own. Granted, it had no windows, and all it had in it was an old couch and a study table, but it was still an improvement. At least it had an attached bathroom. Although they kept you locked up in there, Hanbin, on Jiyong’s orders, removed your gag, blindfold and handcuffs. It was much better for you this way, and you were doing okay. Jiyong had your phone with him, and you were dependant on Hanbin for pretty much everything, but it was better. You liked Hanbin. He was a nice guy. He would talk to you and check in on you even when he didn’t have to. From talking to him, you gathered that he was a nice guy. More sensitive. Always got attached to people when he shouldn’t have. Jiyong had warned him about that countless times, but Hanbin, being the sweetheart that he is, always did anyway. It was late in the evening the next day, and you were just peacefully relaxing, when you heard someone opening the door. You knew it wasn’t Hanbin, because he always knocked, so immediately, your guard went up. It was a man you didn’t recognise. He came in and smiled at you. It was a menacing smile. It made you nervous. Trying to keep your voice steady, you said,

“What’re you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

His smile grew wider. He came closer to you, until his face was only a few inches away from yours. In a second, before you could even react, he caught your hands, and held them painfully tight above your head. He pushed his knee between your legs, holding your legs in a vice-grip. He leaned in, close to your ear, and said,

“Look at you. Who do you think you are, you little bitch?”

He slapped you.

“You think you’re in a position to order me around.”

He laughed.

“Well, you’re not, and all you managed to do is make me angrier.”

He pushed his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue through your lips, and running his hands all over you body, groping you. He was just about to unzip his pants, when the door slammed open. It was Jiyong. As usual, he had his poker face on, but immediately, that man dropped your hands and stepped away from you, trembling. He knew Jiyong didn’t like being disobeyed. Jiyong slowly reached for his gun. He looked at the man.

“Joongi. Stay there.”

Joongi could only nod, trembling in fear. Jiyong took out his gun and pointed it straight at your forehead. He moved closer to a shocked you. He handed you the phone and said,

“Call your father. Tell him you’re here.”

Jiyong had been bothered by how he stopped them from torturing you all day. It wasn’t like him. It was more like him to send a picture of you, all bloody and bruised to your father. He didn’t like this new found vulnerability. He didn’t like the uncertainty of emotions. He thought about it all day and finally decided to make you call your father and tell him. He had no idea why you were being so stubborn, but he was sure he could make you crack. He couldn’t afford to disappoint a client, after all. He walked down to your room, feeling oddly nervous about what he was going to do. All of that disappeared though, when he noticed your rooms was unlocked and the lock had been picked. He started to feel worry rising in him. Hanbin wasn’t careless enough to make that kind of a mistake. He walked into the room to see Joongi kiss you and grope you while you tried to fight him, but failed. Jiyong felt this anger boil in him. He had killed many people in his career, but he had never felt this intense a desire to make someone feel pain and suffer. He would deal with Joongi later. For now, he had to make you call your father. He held a gun to your head, and told you to call your father.

You were shaking from what just happened, and you were scared because of the gun to your head, but you were determined to sound normal for your father. You called him. He answered on the first ring.

“Hi Sweetheart. How are you? How is the job?”

You took a deep breath. You looked at the gun and shrugged. If it was your time to go, you would. You looked straight into Jiyong’s eyes and decided you weren’t going to give in to this kind of pressure.

“Hi Dad. Everything is okay. I’m just getting used to things here.”

And just like that, with a gun to your head, you lapsed into your normal conversation with your dad. You smiled and continued talking to your dad as usual while staring into Jiyong’s cold eyes the whole time. Your dad suddenly asked something unusual.

“So, did you get to see your favourite kpop star? That Green dragon guy?”

You smiled. Jiyong’s eyes changed slightly.

“Dad, G Dragon. Not Green dragon. And yes, I did see him.”

“Why do you sound so disappointed Darling? Not as handsome as the pictures?”

You paused for a minute. Still looking into Jiyong’s eyes, you said,

“No Dad. He’s every bit as good looking as the pictures, it’s just his personality and values. I’m disappointed.”

And something in Jiyong just went off. He grabbed the phone from you and cut the call. Within seconds, he moved his gun to Joongi’s direction and without even looking away from your eyes, shot him straight in the middle of his forehead. He grabbed your face and pulled you closer until you were only an inch away from him. Teeth gritted, he asked,

“Why’re you disappointed in me?”

Refusing to back down, you replied, with your eyes blazing.

“Because I used to like you. I used to admire you. But now, I hate you.”

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Hatred and Love (ft.G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 2

Boundaries begin to blur between you and your captor.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino and Hanbin. It will also feature EXO’s Kai in the later chapters.

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, one mention of the word ‘rape’.

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He held you there like that for a while, just staring at you with cold eyes. You had no idea what he was thinking. You had no idea what you were thinking either. You shouldn’t have said that. You didn’t have a death wish. You didn’t have to be so rude to the man who held your life in his hands, although you weren’t lying when you said what you did. But of course, now that you had said it, you weren’t going to apologise for saying the truth. You glared right back at him. All Jiyong could think about however, was how soft and utterly kissable your lips looked. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way. Why hearing you say that you hate him affected him so much. How that was all he could hear repeat over and over in his head. Plenty of people had hated him and done plenty worse in the past, but somehow, hearing you say that made him feel like utter trash. He knew he was a terrible person, and that never really bothered him, but when you called him out on it, it killed him. He was so frustrated. He was feeling the worst and the best he had ever felt at the same time. He took one last look at your face, and let go. You hadn’t realised it, because you kind of got lost in his eyes while glaring back at him, but he was holding your jaw so tightly, it hurt. You rubbed your sore jaw, cursing him under your breath. He turned away from you and stared at Joongi’s lifeless body in the corner. Jiyong picked up his phone and called Hanbin. Hanbin got there in minutes. He walked in, breathless, and he just stared around in shock.

“What happened here Jiyong hyung?”

Jiyong, without taking his eyes off Joongi’s corpse, said,

“Hanbin. Move her to the other room. The one upstairs. Tell Mino and Daesung to get rid of the body.”

Hanbin hesitated for a second before saying,

“Boss, we give the bodies of our men back to the family for their last rites.”

Jiyong, still staring at the corpse with utter hatred, said,

“They aren’t my men after they disobey me. Burn it.”

And he walked out of the room.

You didn’t see Jiyong for three days after that. Hanbin moved you upstairs, but he seemed very nervous about it. It was a genuinely nice room. It was well furnished, with a bed, closet, chairs and windows. It was amazing. You smiled when you entered the room, happy that you’d moved to a nice room, but Hanbin seemed nervous. There was a door in your room attached to another room. You looked at it and asked Hanbin,

“What room is that?”

He gulped and looked around nervously.

“Jiyong’s room.”

Your jaw dropped. You laughed uncertainly.

“That’s a good one Hanbin.”

He also laughed equally uncertainly before replying,

“I’m not joking.”

You didn’t step out of that room for the next few days. You were still locked in, and the only people who could access you were Hanbin and Jiyong, but that wasn’t the only reason. Hanbin said that Jiyong told you to use the clothes in the closet, but they were all clothes left behind by his one-night stands. They were washed and clean, but since they were all clubbing attire, they were rather…scanty. You weren’t exactly very comfortable in neon booty shorts and bodycon tops, but they were your only option, so you had to wear it. Three days after you moved to that room, Jiyong opened the door. With those ever-cold eyes, he said,

“Y/N. come with me.”

You didn’t want to seem weak, but that damn dress you were wearing barely covered your ass, and you were embarrassed. When you got up from your chair, he raised an eyebrow at your outfit. Without saying a word, he just shut the door and left, leaving you waiting there. Five minutes later, a very confused Hanbin walked into your room with a big bundle of clothes. He opened up your closet, took all the clothes out of it and replaced them with the clothes he was holding. He gave you an odd smirk, as though he had finally understood why Jiyong was behaving oddly, before saying,

“Jiyong told me to take all these clothes and burn it. He said to give you these instead.”

He turned to leave before pausing to add something, his smirk deepening.

“Those are Jiyong’s clothes, by the way.”

And he left, laughing to himself at your expression when you heard that.

When Jiyong first walked into your room, it was to take you to his study and try and figure out why you were determined to not let your father hear you. He had to get the job done after all. He couldn’t help the feeling of anger towards your uncle though, for ordering him to torture you. He walked into your room, fully determined to prove a point, but when he saw you sitting there, in a short, strappy red dress, that clung to your curves, he could barely manage to breathe. There was no denying that you looked breathtakingly gorgeous, but he was more bothered by how uncomfortable you seemed. He stepped out of the room, taking deep breaths to calm his mind. He didn’t like the thought of you being uncomfortable. He gave you around half an hour to change and then he entered your room again, and this time, you drove him insane in a completely different way. Jiyong had never seen anything more beautiful than you sitting there in his shirt and shorts, and he hated that he loved it. Struggling to keep thinking straight, he just gestured for you to follow him. He was frustrated with himself, and around you, it was always tougher for him to keep his poker face and remain emotionless. You sat down across from him in his study, waiting for him to make the first move. You didn’t want to make a mistake and ask him something that would make your situation worse. He sat down and crossed his legs, staring at you. He took out a cigarette and slowly, taking his time, lit it up. You hated him. He knew that the long silence would make you antsy, and you hated the smug reassurance he had about him, but you could not deny that in that suit, in that lighting, and with a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips, he looked dangerously sensual. You forced that thought out of your head and glared at him. He smoked the cigarette, making you wait the whole time, and finally, after crushing it, he looked at you and asked,

“Why don’t you want your father to know that you’ve been abducted?”

You quickly thought things through. You weren’t in a position of power, and neither did you have anything with you to make him wait. You quickly decided that you might as well be honest, and you answered.

“My father has way too much to worry about already. I can’t add to his troubles.”

You paused,

“I’m sure it was my uncle behind this. My dad is already suffering enough from trying to stop them from doing too much harm. If he finds out this happened, then he’ll have a weakness for them to exploit. I can’t let that happen.”

You paused again, looking up to try and gauge Jiyong’s reaction, but there was none.

“Also, if I survive this, and my father gets to know, out of worry, he’ll never let me leave home. I need to have a life of my own.”

Jiyong played with the lighter in his hand, keeping you waiting for a while.

“Y/N, isn’t it better to just ask him to give in and sign the forms? Do you think he’ll be happy if he knows his daughter died because he didn’t sign something?”

This time, it was your turn to keep him waiting. After a long pause, you said,

“I see. So you plan on killing me if my father doesn’t give in.”

You glared at him, eyes defiant,

“So be it. If that’s what is meant to happen, it will, but if you think I’m dumb enough to fall for your sloppy attempt at emotional manipulation, you’re sorely mistaken.”

You got up, still glaring at him and walked off. Jiyong sat there, in shock. He wasn’t trying to manipulate you. He just desperately didn’t want to kill you. He would much rather your father just did whatever they wanted and saved you. It surprised and confused him that he felt hurt when you said that. He never felt hurt. He groaned and sank into the chair. Why was this one job so difficult?

You went back to your room and cried. You had so much admiration for Jiyong. You loved G Dragon. He was so talented, hardworking… he was practically a genius. You loved all of that about him. Now, you couldn’t believe that you were disappointed by the kind of man he was. You felt so dejected at the fact that you hated him. What made everything worse was even through all of this, you found him attractive. It was worse because he had saved you. He stopped them from torturing you. He stopped Joongi from raping you. You hated the fact that you were grateful for that. You hated the fact that even through all this, you were finding things to like about the man. You hated that you were growing attached to him.

Jiyong didn’t approach you for a while, and you were only too happy to leave it that way. Hanbin got you everything you needed, and you could manage in that room. That is, until something with incredibly bad timing decided to hit you. You got your period. And yours was always painful. Always. You called Hanbin after you realised you got your period, because you needed pads, but you didn’t have any with you.

“Umm Hanbin, I need you to get me something.”

He sounded kinda wary, because he knew your odd demands. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“No, Y/N, I cannot get you a life size Pikachu toy. It doesn’t suit the mafia.”

“What?! Hanbin, no. I need you to get me pads.”

You expected him to grossed out, and you were fully prepared to roll your eyes and give him a lecture on how there is nothing disgusting about them, when he sounded relieved and said,

“Oh is that it? I’ll get you some. Give me 5 minutes.”

He was in your room in five minutes, with a packet of pads and a bunch of chocolate. He smiled as he dumped all of it on your bed.

“You can never go wrong with chocolate Y/N. Never.”

He sat on the bed, waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom. You did and you immediately took one of the chocolates and began eating.

“Hanbin? You aren’t grossed out by periods?”

He looked confused.

“Why should I be Y/N?”

You just nodded and handed him a chocolate, trying to hide your smile when he reacted that way.

Later that night, Jiyong was in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of an upcoming deal, when he began to hear soft crying sounds through the walls. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but feel concerned. Were you okay? What happened? Were you scared? Those were all the thoughts running through his head as he picked up the phone and called Hanbin.

“Hanbin, what’s wrong with Y/N? Why is she crying?”

Hanbin, having been woken up, sounded extremely sleepy when he replied,

“Hyung, she’s on her period. She’s in pain.”

Jiyong cut the call, this time thinking of how to get you to feel better. He slowly got up, remembering what his sister would do when she was having period cramps. He heated up some water and filled up his hot water bag with it, wrapping it in a sweater, before slowly opening the door leading to your room.

When both of you saw each other, you were both left with a blush on your respective faces. He slept shirtless, while you were only wearing his shirt. For the first time since you met him, he forgot to have the poker face on, and he just blushed wildly. You met his eyes, wary, although your face was also red as a tomato. Why did he have to be so incredibly hot? And those tattoos. You had always had a thing for tattoos. He cleared his throat and looked away. He hated how vulnerable he was feeling. In an attempt to be mean, he said,

“It was too noisy to sleep with all your crying.”

He gruffly handed you the hot water bag.

“I better be able to sleep in peace now.”

And still blushing, he left, just as abruptly as he had entered. And for once, an interaction with him hadn’t left you thinking, “God, I hate him.” Instead, it left you blushing, with a small smile on your face.

After that night, Jiyong would first come and give you a hot water bag before heading to bed. The first two days, he just kept the cold exterior, dropped the bag off with you and left, but the third day was different. There was a storm. A terrible storm. Trees were getting uprooted kind of storm. And you were scared of thunder. He came into the room, expecting to see you on the chair, waiting with a glare, but instead, you were shivering under the covers, huddled up on the bed. His eyebrows shot up. Not wanting to let on that he was worried, he said in a bored tone,

“Oh god. Are you falling sick on top of all of this?”

And before he realised what he was doing, he sat down on the bed and pressed his hand against your forehead to check if you had a fever. You didn’t. He was just talking to himself, saying it was weird that you were shivering so much without a fever, when a sudden peal of thunder hit. You jumped, shivering even more. Desperate for some sort of comfort, and although you were sure you’d regret it and he’d push you off, you held his shirt, silently begging him to stay. Jiyong froze when you did that. He also thought he’d just push you off and walk back to his room, but he surprised himself when he slowly pulled you onto his lap, gently patting your head. The two of you just stayed like that, a mafia boss and his abductee, until the storm stopped. Strangely enough, it comforted you. Jiyong paused before leaving. He hesitated, and without the cold voice, and in a softly comforting voice, he said,

“Y/N, next time, just come and find me.”

Things changed after that. Jiyong had more trouble restraining his emotions around you, and you had more trouble convincing yourself that you hated the man. The two of you settled into a new routine after that. Every night, at around 11:30, Jiyong would come to your room and sit there for a while. He would just sit there and think while you read. Sometimes, he would randomly ask a question. “Black or red?” and equally randomly, without questioning it, you would answer, “Black.” “Knives or guns?” “Knives.” “Mountains or beaches?” “Mountains.” You felt safe around him, which was incredibly odd, because he was the one who abducted you. And Jiyong, he felt calmer around you. He shouldn’t have liked it, but because of you, he was becoming more sensitive and more thoughtful, and he did like it. The both of you looked forward to it, but neither of you would ever admit it.

One night, as usual, you were waiting for Jiyong to come and sit with you. At around 12:30, you started getting antsy that he wasn’t there. By 1:30, you were definitely worried. You were pacing up and down, wondering whether he got back, but had fallen asleep. You tried to check for any sounds indicating that he was back, but there were none. Worried sick, you decided to go to his room and check. Terrified, of his reaction and of what you may find, you slowly opened the door connecting your rooms. You were half-expecting the door to be locked, so you were half-surprised when it opened. You were too worried to notice the intricate details of his room, but it was beautifully decorated. You sat down on the plush bed, worried sick. There was no sign of him. You just sat there watching the clock, hoping that nothing had happened to him. Finally, at 3:00 am, he walked in, but it wasn’t a huge source of relief for you, because he was hurt. His white shirt was stained with blood along the sides, and he was holding the cut there, trying to prevent blood loss. He also had a gash on his forehead. You couldn’t stop yourself from whispering,

“Fuck.”

when you saw him. He looked up, wincing when he saw your expression. In a hoarse voice, he asked,

“Why’re you here?”

You looked at all the blood in horror, and asked in a whisper,

“What happened?”

Seeing how worried you were, he tried to joke. He cracked a smile and said,

“You should’ve seen the other guys.”

You glared at him.

“Jiyong, if you weren’t already injured, I’d have hit you myself.”

He smiled, trying to reassure you. You just glared at him and went and got a first aid kit to help him. You pointed at him to sit down on the bed and you said, “Remove your shirt. I need to clean up the wound on your side.”

“Y/N, this is no big deal. It’ll heal on its own.”

You stopped him by glaring at him.

“Jiyong, strip.”

He shut up and removed his shirt, deciding not to argue with you. You were glaring at him the entire time, but he could tell how worried you were by how gentle you were being while dressing his wound. You finished dressing the wound on his side and moved on to the gash on his forehead. You tried from a few different angles, but it just wasn’t working well. Frustrated, you pushed him back a little, suppressing a smile from how wide his eyes got when you did. No one had ever pushed him back like that before. You climbed on to the bed and lightly straddled him to get the right angle for dressing the wound on his forehead, too focused to notice how sexual it was. Jiyong on the other hand, could only think about that. How you were only wearing his shirt. How gorgeous the line of your neck looked with your hair tied up. How innocently seductive it was when the shirt slipped off your shoulder. How you innocently bit your lips, trying to concentrate, not realising how it was driving him insane. He wanted nothing more than to just pull you into a kiss. He was just staring at your lips, when suddenly you froze and looked down at him. His tattoo was distracting you. Just a peek of those wings beneath the crisp white collar on his shirt. It made you feel very, very distracted. You finally stopped to look at it. As you slowly looked up, you made eye contact with Jiyong. Slowly, without bothering to think about what he was doing, Jiyong grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. Your breath hitched as you held his shoulders to steady yourself. And as you stared into those eyes, the eyes of the man who confused you beyond measure, he pulled you into a hungry, all consuming kiss, and with that, you lost the ability to think straight, only doing what you body told you to, which was to move closer and kiss him back.

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Part 13

Jiyong doesn’t take too well to being cut out of your life.

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At most, smut is lightly implied in this one.

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Jiyong emerged from his studio a couple of hours after Mino spoke to him, looking insane. His hands were all cut up from throwing and smashing things, his hair was messed up, his eyes were red, clearly from crying and he reeked of alcohol. In an odd contrast, he was barely able to walk straight, but was making his way over to his manager with the most determination he had ever had in his life. He found his manager standing in a corner, talking to Mino. Jiyong stumbled and grabbed his manager, making him turn around in shock.

“Jiyong? What happened to you?”

Not paying any attention to his manager’s question, he grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“Where is Y/N? Why is she not here yet? Tell me where she is.”

Jiyong practically screamed out.

His manager shook him off, absolutely shocked. He hadn’t seen Jiyong this way since he last did drugs. Suddenly, his manager felt a sense of foreboding, mentally begging god not to let him relapse. He was about to try and calm Jiyong down, and break the news to him gently, when Mino scoffed. Jiyong turned towards Mino, and grabbed him by the collar.

“You know where she is, don’t you?”

Mino just pushed him off. Screaming and grabbing his collar again, Jiyong, with red eyes and a bloody mouth, asked Mino,

“You know where she is, don’t you? You sorry piece of shit. Answer me.”

Mino looked him straight in the eye and without flinching, said,

“I’m the piece of shit here?”

Mino laughed and moved back.

“She resigned to get away from you.”

Again, Jiyong’s world froze. He couldn’t comprehend it. He didn’t want to comprehend it. Did he drive you away from here? Did you really hate him so much that you left? Jiyong’s hand started shaking. He turned to his manager.

“Hyung, tell me he’s lying. Tell me she’s just taken a day off. Please hyung.”

His voice turned pleading.

“Hyung, please.”

His manager looked panicky. He recognised these signs. He gently held Jiyong’s shoulder and tried to take him inside a room. Jiyong broke out of his hold. He went up to Mino and grabbed his hand.

“Mino, I trust you. You wouldn’t lie to me. She hasn’t actually resigned right?”

He looked up at Mino, crazed, knowing the truth but hoping that Mino would say it wasn’t so anyway. Mino just shook him off with a disgusted glare and walked off. Jiyong had to see you. He had to talk to you. He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t get your face out of his head. Before his manager could hold him and try and calm him down, he ran. He didn’t know where he was running, but he knew he was running away from something. He didn’t know how, but he knew he had to find you.

Back at Yeon-Seok’s apartment, you pulled back, suddenly withdrawing from his grasp. He looked a little hurt, but you were too shocked to react any other way. You laughed awkwardly, trying to lighten up the situation.

”You’re kidding me, right? I can’t possibly move in with you.”

Yeon-Seok grabbed your hand and held it eagerly, looking at you earnestly and said,

“Why not? It’s a great idea. You don’t have to worry about rent, and that piece of trash won’t know where you live either.”

You sighed and rubbed your arm.

“Oppa, you can’t possibly think that’s a good idea. We’re just starting out in a relationship. If we suddenly start living together, it won’t go well.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I can think of a hundred worse things than living with you.”

You moved out of his arms, feeling a little annoyed.

“Oppa, it’s not a joke.”

And still with that earnest look in his eyes, he said,

“I know it’s not. I’m being completely serious here.”

Pulling you back into his arms, he kissed your forehead.

“Y/N, I know it’s a big step to take. I know we’re just starting out here. But I think we’ll be fine. I think it’s a good idea. We can do this.”

He held your hand.

“Baby, we can do this. See, Jiyong knows where you live.”

He held you a little tighter when he saw you wince at the mention of his name.

“He will definitely land up at your place looking for you. He doesn’t know where I live. There’s plenty of place for the two of us here. Also, this would be a good chance for us to get to know each other better.”

But looking straight at you, he said,

“But of course, it’s completely your choice. No pressure.”

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair.

“I don’t know Oppa. You’re right, but somehow, I just don’t know.”

He picked you back up, wrapping your legs around him.

“Hey, take your time to think about it. There’s no hurry princess. Besides,”

he smirked and nipped at your neck,

“we were in the middle of something, weren’t we?”

unbuttoning your shirt as he slowly pushed you onto the bed.

You woke up the next morning, completely spent, exhausted, but happy. As you looked over at a sleeping Yeon-Seok with his arms wrapped around you, you decided to give it a shot. You knew it was a huge leap to take, but something told you it would all be okay.

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Jiyong woke up, not knowing where he was. His head was spinning, and he could see that he was wasted because there were at least 5 empty bottles strewn around him. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He knew he was being really careless by leaving joints strewn around like that, but he couldn’t care less. He looked at his phone, wondering why it was covered in blood, only to realise that the blood was from all his cuts. He took out the stickers he had in his pocket, seriously considering putting one on his tongue, before groaning and putting it back in his pocket. He couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t break his promise to you. At this point, all he had left of you were the conversations and old promises you made before things went wrong. He groaned, trying to think through his splitting headache. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. As recognition dawned in his eyes, he desperately looked around for a bottle with some alcohol left, so that he could use that to get away from reality. He was at your place again. He had been coming to your place every night for the past one year. When he started to run away, he realised he was running away from reality. He had to see you, but you cut him out of your life completely. You blocked him and changed your number. You deleted all your social media accounts. You deleted your blog on tumblr. You moved. And you got a new job. Mino obviously knew where you were, and was still close to you, but ever since then, he refused to even converse with Jiyong, treating him like he was filth. And you know, that helped Jiyong, because someone was treating him the way he deserved to be treated. But no matter how much Jiyong begged Mino, Mino refused to tell him anything about you. He refused to even deign his countless pleas with a reply, just shooting him disgusted glances every time. And so, Jiyong turned to alcohol. And weed. He would’ve turned to hard drugs as well, but he couldn’t break the promise he made you to not do that ever again. He loved losing himself in alcohol, because while it burned, it distracted him from his own pain. It let him see you in his memories, because when he was sober, it was too painful to think of them. It was the only way he could see you. The only way he could numb the pain. And every single night that he drank, he would turn up at your place. He used to go to your place in the beginning, hoping to somehow find you and apologise, but even when he realised you weren’t going to be there, he continued to go there, because that was all he had left of you. And as he turned to the side of the road, he looked up at the moon, desperately begging the universe for a second chance, before puking his guts out.

You were working the night shift at the spa you had joined. Yeon-Seok was in the middle of filming a drama, and you were texting him, lecturing him about how he should take better care of himself. You were happy with him. It took a while, but slowly, you started to forget Jiyong and devote all your affection towards Yeon-Seok. Yeon-Seok was completely different from Jiyong, and so were your feelings for him. your affection for Jiyong was something quick, something enamouring, something that completely took over you. Your feelings for Yeon-Seok, on the other hand, had to be developed, were long-lasting, and ever present. You were a complete mess after what happened with Jiyong, because it broke you, but Yeon-Seok slowly put you back together. He was the sole reason you hadn’t lost your ability to trust. You finally loved him the same way he loved you. You were smiling at his whiny response begging you to take care of him instead, wanting nothing more than to be on a couch with him at home, cuddling and watching a movie, when you heard a commotion outside. Putting your phone back into your pocket, you headed out, worried because you heard someone screaming for an ambulance. As you walked out, the first thing you saw was not the crowd, but Yeon-Seok, standing there, with flowers in his hands, his expression going from happy to absolutely point-blank terrified. His eyes went from you to the crowd back and forth, and he looked so terribly sad. Following his line of sight, you went to the crowd and peered to see what happened. And as the crowd parted, you saw Jiyong, lying there, covered in cuts, reeking of weed and liquor, on the verge of collapsing. And as his eyes met yours, his eyes widened, and he smiled, thinking that the universe had finally given him another chance. The last thing he saw was you, standing there in shock, before he collapsed.

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Change(ft. G Dragon and Yoo Yeon-Seok)

Part 8

Jiyong finds a way to get close to you, but he feels bad about deceiving you.

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Jiyong was numb after figuring it out. He sat there and stared at the screen for at least half an hour before groaning,

“Fucking hell Jiyong. Trust your luck to be this bad.”

He looked back down at the phone, scowled and threw himself into the couch. He wanted to somehow make it up to you. To explain to you what happened. For a reason he was not yet willing to accept, your opinion mattered to him. Still speaking into the couch, he said,

“If she was mad enough to use it in her fanfic, I’ve fucked up pretty badly.” And he groaned again.

After staying like that for 10 minutes, he slowly got up, picked up his phone and looked at the blog.

“Oh well, I might as well find out what she likes from the blog.”

And he scrolled all the way down to your first post and started reading. He stayed up the whole night reading your posts. And your rants. And your Fanfics. And reading up on the random things you liked. He laughed and chuckled at some of your posts, and felt his heart ache for you because of others. At the end of it, he had a pretty decent idea of what kind of person you are. Still feeling down from having snapped at you, and running on days of sleep deprivation, he made a spur of the moment decision that he was sure he’d regret later. He messaged you on tumblr.

You woke up the next morning to see a message from one of your followers. You were still hurt and upset from what happened with Jiyong, but you loved talking to your followers and the message cheered you up. You opened it up and saw that it was that follower. The one who read every single one of your posts and left notes for each one. You recognised this follower. This follower was your first loyal fan. Feeling even more excited, you opened up the message. It was a message asking about the inspiration for the last thing you posted. You instantly felt some sort of connection with this follower. You felt as though they just knew how you felt and how GD snapping at you made you feel. Normally, you wouldn’t have explained what happened, but because of who was asking and the connection you felt, you explained what happened without using any names.

After messaging you, Jiyong immediately felt the waves of nervousness coming. He sat there by his phone, waiting anxiously for a reply, but finally, nerves got the better of him, and he left his phone there and went to his home studio to try and work. Hours later, when he came back to check on his phone, he jumped up when he saw that you actually replied. The feeling was bittersweet. His heart sank when he read your explanation of what had happened and how it made you feel, but he was elated to see that you replied. Not only had you replied, but you also asked him about himself, and told him about how you had always wondered about him, your first fan. He decided to jump at this opportunity and try and get to know you.

A month later, Jiyong nervously sat in front of a beautiful notebook, stretched out his shaky hands, picked up his pen, and started writing his apology to you. In that month, things had changed drastically. You and Jiyong got really close, all over text, of course. The two of you had really gotten to know each other well, and as for you, you had started to like him. You had never seen the man, and you didn’t know anything other than his name, Ji, but you knew you liked him. In fact, that morning, you were the one trying to build up courage to ask him out on a date. You liked the way he simply got everything you said, from all your vague and obscure references, to all your random rants. You liked the way he knew just what to say to you at all times. Things never felt forced with him. You liked the way he would go out of his way to educate himself about things, and was willing to learn. You liked the way he was honest with you, even when the truth was harsh. And to top it all, this was the first time you had ever felt such a connection over text, because for the most part, you were and are, a terrible texter. Somehow, he just understood.

Jiyong also finally accepted that he liked you. Of course, his playboy ego didn’t want to accept that he, the ‘Kwon Jiyong’ liked a someone so deeply that just the sight of her smile, or the sound of her voice, or her soothing touch would put to rest his troubled emotions, and his perpetual unease, but for the time being, he had accepted that he liked you. Just not the extent to which he did. He definitely found you attractive, and absolutely beautiful at all times, but it baffled him that he didn’t find himself looking for only sexual gratification with you. He also wanted an emotional connection, something unprecedented for the one and only GD. He knew that the desire he felt for you was deeper, but again, he didn’t want to accept it. All he knew was one simple fact. “I want to be with her and make her happy.”

Jiyong was still trying to talk to you every day at work, but you had put up a barrier, still sticking to the ‘Sir’. You had no idea that the Jiyong you were texting was the same man who was your employer. There had been so many days where you’d be smiling at your phone, with an utterly stupid grin on your face, texting him, not knowing that he was in the same room as you, with the same stupid grin. Jiyong wanted nothing more than to tell you. He wanted to be able to share the same equation with you even at work. He wanted to be able to talk to you, touch you, be with you, but he was deadly scared. He was scared you’d just push him away. He knew he had to make things up to you somehow, but he had no idea how. But one day, when he saw you scribbling down ideas in your old battered book, the idea came to him.

He immediately went home and called a friend of his who makes notebooks and asked for his help. Jiyong knew what he was going to do. He would get you a birthday gift, albeit much belated. He would make you a notebook. A custom made, personalised notebook, with a vintage leather cover. He would design it himself. He would print your favourite quotes on every page. He would add pictures you really loved. He would add the small things you truly loved. He would write you an apology letter on the first page and tell you the full truth. He would make it up to you. He threw himself into the work that went into making the book, never stopping to think about how he had never put in this kind of effort for anyone else.

The same day he decided to give you the book, you decided to ask Jiyong to meet you for coffee. You were nervous the whole day at work, terrified that he would rebuff you. Scared that you would lose him. Caught up in all of that, you didn’t notice the thousand nervous glances Jiyong gave you. You were just about to leave for the day when Jiyong asked you to stay back as he was working late. Irritated, but having no other choice, you stayed back grumpily. Jiyong noticed your mood, and felt even more desperate. He waited for everyone to leave, and around 1 in the morning, he decided to bite the bullet.

You were looking at notes you had jotted down in your book, and frowning, hating the fact that you were still at work. Jiyong gulped, bit his lips and got up and walked over to you. He sat down next to you and waited for you to notice him. You looked up after a minute and realised he was there.

“Sir, is there a problem?”

He took a deep breath, looked you in the eye and placed the notebook in your hands.

Annoyed and suspicious, you started flipping through the book. You thought it was something he needed to spellcheck. You got even more annoyed seeing the blank pages. A nervous Jiyong was watching you, wincing as your frown got a little deeper. You were about to ask him about the book when you slowly noticed the pictures and the quotes. Your eyes widened a little. Those were all your favourite quotes, all your favourite pictures. You flipped it over and looked at the cover. It was full of things important to you. Things that inspired you. Things that were so personal to you, you had only ever told one person about it. Your head was spinning.

“No way. There is no way he is the same guy.”

As you were frozen in shock, Jiyong gently guided your hands and flipped the book open to the first page, where he wrote his apology.

“Dear Y/N,

It’s me, Ji. I thought I’d make a special gift for a special someone, especially since I was stupid enough to not know her birthday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. There are so many things I wish I could change. I wished I never ignored you. I wish I hadn’t snapped at you. I wish I had explained what happened that night. I wish I could be there for you, because I know things have been rough. But I also know I’m part of the reason things are rough. The days you would come home and text me, upset because of how your boss was being an ass, my heart would break. It would break for two reasons. Firstly, that I was the reason you were upset. Secondly, for not being able to console you. You know me Y/N. You know how I’ve mentioned I hide the fact that I read fanfiction because of the bad rep it gets. That’s what happened that day. I was reading a fanfic when you asked me what I was reading. I was scared. I was vulnerable. I was worried. I jumped and hurt you and your feelings in the process. It’s not an excuse. I know what I did was wrong, and believe me, I regret it so deeply, that I’ve tried everything under the sun to try and get you to talk to me. I also want to apologise for something else. I’m sorry for keeping it from you that I’m the same Jiyong as your asshole boss. I didn’t have the courage then, but I’ve finally worked it up now. I’m terrified that you’ll stop talking to me with this letter, but you deserve to know the truth. I’m sorry. I never want to have to have a life without you in it, but at the same time, I will respect whatever decision you make, because after all, I want you to be happy.

Jiyong (both your fan and your asshole boss)”

Jiyong waited nervously for your reply. That letter was the sincerest he had been in his life, and it was killing him. He waited, his nervous leg shaking the whole time. You, on the other hand, were frozen. You were frozen for multiple reasons. firstly, you could not believe it was the same man. The man you liked and the man you thought you despised are one and the same. Secondly, the fact that you forgave him. The moment you read that letter, you knew that it was heartfelt. You knew that Jiyong wanted your forgiveness. And you had given it to him. You hated yourself for forgiving him so easily. You knew he hurt you. You knew that you should be more wary of him. You knew he could hurt you again, but somehow, the Ji you knew convinced you to take that risk of forgiveness. As it is, the world judges people harshly for their choices. Keeping that in mind, you decided to stop bashing yourself up for your choices and told yourself to focus on your happiness. Thirdly, the fact the Jiyong had read all your fanfictions, and all your posts, including the ones about him. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cover your face. You couldn’t possibly look him in the eye after that. Fourthly, the fact that you liked him and were about to ask him out. Again embarrassed, but thanking god for not having asked him out yet. But then the embarrassment returned, because your texts had definitely been flirty. In your panic, you forgot that he had also been flirting back. And lastly, his physical proximity to you. Without realising it, Jiyong had moved closer to you to try and gauge your reaction. Now, he was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. And it did things to you. Your body stiffened and a shiver went down your spine.

The wait was killing Jiyong. you were still looking down, at the letter. He waited for five minutes, and unable to take it anymore, he moved even closer and asked,

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

You stayed frozen, refusing to look up because you knew your cheeks would be cherry red. Getting more anxious by the second, Jiyong tried to bend down and look at you, but you turned your face away. Jiyong was going insane, and was about to burst out in despair, when he realised your ears were turning red. He froze, confused. And then slowly, he remembered all the fanfictions you wrote, and all the flirty texts the two of you had exchanged. The anxious look slowly morphed into the smirk you knew so well. The same vaguely arrogant one that made people weak in the knees. But there was something different about the smirk. There was some amount of care in those eyes. Leaning in a little closer, he reached for your chin, and slowly tilted up your blushing face. You were refusing to look at him. he held your chin, and gently made you look at his smirk and the raised eyebrow. You could already feel the goosebumps on your flesh. The smirk only deepening, he leaned in even closer, so much so that his lips were practically against your ear, and whispered,

“You know that smut you posted about me a week ago? That’s not even close to half of the things I’d do… to you.”