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howsit-going-toend · 5 years

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Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong x Reader AU series featuring Kim Jiwon and Choi Seunghyun

Genre: Crime/Mafia/ANGST

Word count: 4,700+

Summary: You joined the police force years ago to help clean up the streets of Seoul and rid the city of organized crime. You’ve seen some shit. You’re surely prepared for anything…but how are you supposed to feel when the big bad crime boss you’ve been after turns out to be a familiar (to say the least) face?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(A/N: WOW it’s been a while. Buckle up because this one’s a doozie. Doosie?...Duzey? Anyway, this part finally breaks down the past and lays it all out there. I’m truly happy with this and I hope you all understand why it took so long to finally post/write. As always, enjoy!)

Eleven Years Ago

“And his laugh! Oh my god, don’t get me started about that damn laugh.” You groaned, taking a sip of wine before imitating a laugh that sounded a little too much like Tommy Wiseau.

Jiyong covered his mouth with the back of his hand, chuckling uncontrollably at the impression of your now-ex boyfriend.

“See, THAT’s genuine laughter! You know why? Because I’m hilarious god damnit.” You took another frustrated sip.

“Y/N, I know you’re kind of worked up, but maybe slow it down there.” Jiyong suggested between his giggles.

It was your nineteenth birthday; the day you were finally of legal drinking age and the same day that you decided to break up with your most recent boyfriend. The two of you dated for just a little over three months. To you, it was three months that you hardly paid attention to, focusing more on yourself and finishing your first year of university and feeling as though texting him back was more of an obligation than a joy. You decided to break things off before getting too serious. But evidently, to him, the last three months were nothing short of incredible.

You assumed your words would be met with immediate acceptance; the end that was inevitable from the beginning. But no. He was devastated. And after he drove away, and you immediately felt like garbage, you took a quick trip to pick up a bottle of wine and call your best friend over.

It was the first time Jiyong had seen your apartment, since the two of you got accepted to different universities. Here he was after gladly tossing aside his own deadlines and driving the two and a half hours it took to reach you. His parents always said “Jiyong would cross oceans for Y/N at any hour of the day or night,” and they knew you would do the same in a heartbeat.

You’d known each other since you were children, so it didn’t surprise you when Jiyong made a comment on you drinking that reverted back to more of an older brother mentality.

“Hey, uh, how about maybe you don’t tell me what to do?” You replied with your sassiest expression.

“My bad, I forgot who I was talking to.” He smiled, taking a sip from his own glass. “So why’d you do it today anyway?”

You groaned. “Because he was planning to take me to some wine and food festival tomorrow that was probably going to be super expensive. And knowing how long I’ve been debating on breaking up with him, I knew it had to be today. But I didn’t expect him to bring me gifts too! I tried to emphasize to him so many times that I don’t like presents and yet he brought some up tonight.”

Jiyong smirked. “Wow he wanted to buy you gifts. He sounds awful. Good riddance!”

“Ji, I swear t-.”

“I’m kidding! You shouldn’t be expected to reciprocate feelings just because the guy buys you things. What did he try to give you?”

You winced thinking back to just a few hours prior to this. “A pair of slippers, some fancy candles, and this foot scrub because ‘you always said your feet hurt.’ But he gave it all to me after I broke up with him so of course, he said that to me with his head down like I just kicked a puppy. Also just putting it out there that I’ve literally never said that to him about my feet.”

You paused to let out a frustrated exhale and drink a little more. “But the worst was honestly the cupcake. I was pacing in my room before he got here, trying not to lose my nerve because I felt so bad already. Then he emerges from his car and walks towards my door with a stupid cupcake. One with a single lit candle that he was holding his hand up around to keep the air from blowing it out. When he got to me, I said ‘oh no, you didn’t have to do that.’ And he laughed and said ‘yes!’ Then I basically leaned over, blew the candle out and said ‘No really, you shouldn’t have done that. Listen, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Y/N!” Jiyong laughed out loud, failing to cover it up with his hand once again in attempts not to ridicule this poor boy. “That’s borderline cruel. You said it before he could even get inside?”

“I had to! It’s my birthday and I needed to.” You stated and took a long last sip of your glass.

“No, I know. I know. But you know what I’m going to say.” He smirked.

You stuck your index finger out at him. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” You got up to get a refill and shouted once you reached the kitchen. “I mean it!”

“Ok… how about I call you heartbreaker instead?” He squeezed his eyes shut, silencing a chuckle, knowing the look you were about to give him once you returned to the couch.

You didn’t disappoint. You blew around the corner, almost spilling your new glass just to stare him down. “Oh you want to throw that word around? If anyone deserves that nickname it’s you and you know it!”

“Wow, didn’t even bother to ask if I needed a refill.” He pouted.

“Yeah, well too bad. Don’t avoid that title!”

He chuckled, knowing he hadn’t lost his touch with successfully pushing all the right buttons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sprang up from the couch to reach the wine.

“Of course you don’t… What about that girl you were telling me about a while back? You haven’t said a word about her since you’ve been here. You already broke up with her, didn’t you! Let’s point the right fingers here.”

“All right, yeah, I did.” He uttered from the kitchen over the sound of his glass filling.

“Ha!”

“On her birthday.”

You nearly choked on your own drink. “Ji, what the hell!”

“Kidding! Stop taking everything I say so seriously. Who are you?” He returned to the couch with a plop, gracefully avoiding spilling anything. “It was Valentine’s Day.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

You bantered back and forth for a couple more hours, polishing off the bottle of wine before making a quick on-foot journey to get another. It finally being your nineteenth birthday created a nice change to you and Jiyong’s usual strategy involving you entering a store separately; you purchasing snacks while he dilly dallies around the alcohol aisle, waiting for you to leave. Tonight, the two of you could blissfully waltz up and down the place without a worry.

You were all too eager to show your ID to the cashier when it was time to pay. “Bam!” You stated before the man could even finish asking you for it, making Jiyong smack his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered as he held the door open for you, referencing your slight drunkenness in the least stealthy way possible.

“Well, I’m sure he does now.” He laughed.

The two of you walked back to your apartment, giddy from the wine you’d already consumed meanwhile anticipating the next bottle and arsenal of snacks that you were about to. You were blissfully drunk, with a full stomach, before you knew it. All along, you both babbled on with random life updates littered among childhood memories. There was no birthday celebration that could compare to this.

“Oh hey, you brought up the record player!” Jiyong exclaimed, having made his way to the corner of your living room; where you stored all the hand-me-down vinyls you’d both grown up listening to.

“Nope that’s a new one actually. My aunt bought it for me before I moved out. She actually said ‘you can’t have mine but this one looks like it, ok?’”

You both laughed. “I actually saw her last weekend when I visited my parents.” Jiyong said as he ran his index finger along the edges of every vinyl.

“Awh, you did? God she was probably so happy to see you. When I visit, I just get scolded for not calling enough.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Listen, it’s the same thing when I see my parents. If you visit them, they’re both so cheery, especially my mom.” Jiyong laughed.

You beamed. “I love your mom! Does she ask about me?”

“Literally every time I’m home. She and Dami always ask when we’re getting married.”

“My aunt does the same thing!” You started laughing in hysteric unison. Your families always wanted you to end up together and they’d brought it up for years; always giving the two of you something to laugh about.

Jiyong shook his head and smiled as he pulled out a record, having finally decided to put some music on. “All right. We’ve got to play this throwback.”

“You know: Technically they’re all throwbacks. Neither of us were alive when any of thes-.” You stopped and laughed drunkenly at the look he turned to give you for the stupid remark.

“Oh wait wait!” You announced when a certain record got your attention. “I think we should put this one on and reliv-.”

“Nooo no!” He brushed your hand away from reaching for The Temptations’ “My Girl.”

“Oh come on, Ji. I’m the only one here. Please! Just do the dance, you don’t have to sing!” You begged.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Fine. You better not record this though.” He held out his pinky to you with narrowed eyes; what might as well be a binding contract with how you both treasured it in the past. You hooked your pinky around his and used your other hand to place your phone down. “Promise.”

He took to a position that offered the most open space while you dropped the needle on the outside of the record. As the song began, you crossed your arms and stared at him with a huge smile as he reluctantly began to step back and forth.

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May…

It was a performance perfectly reenacted from when you were kids; you were five and he was hardly seven. It was one of his mom’s most cherished home movies; little Jiyong performing his heart out at a family party, winning the hearts of all those around as he danced this adorable doo wop routine while gesturing to you with a bright smile.

Tonight was only a little different; that bright smile being replaced with one of red cheeked embarrassment as he extended an arm to you on each “My girl!” line. You snapped your fingers along, amused at how he remembered just about every step. When the song came to an end, you cheered and clapped proudly.

“All right, all right. We’re done with that!” He exclaimed, diving back into the rows of vinyl.

You both agreed to assemble a playlist; taking turns stacking your favorite singles out beside the turntable, one on top of the other, ready to be played in that order. Each one had a different memory attached to it that would light both of your faces with nostalgia within their first few seconds.

“Ah, ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!’” You exclaimed as Jiyong’s next choice began to play. “Your mom used to play this when she took us to school in the morning, right?”

His smile expanded as he started to lipsync along.

Listen baby,

Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low

Ain’t no river wide enough, baby

You started to snap your fingers back and forth before you joined in on your part.

If you need me, call me

No matter where you are, no matter how far

Jiyong extended an arm out to you dramatically: Don’t worry baby

You grabbed his hand and spun into his arms just in time for the chorus. Giggles escaped your chest, preventing either of you from continuing to sing along. This closeness was nothing out of the ordinary for you two. You’d danced together like that for as long as you can remember. Your fingers intertwined with smiles so wide they’d hurt if you weren’t a little intoxicated; it was harmless.

When the song came to an end and your next choice was readied, you naturally returned to each other’s arms. This time was a slow song, but neither of you missed a beat.

Put your head on my shoulder

You smiled at each other once more before obeying the opening lyric. You lowered your head to rest comfortably above his collarbone while the two of you swayed back and forth. “God, what a song.” You grinned.

“I know. This song’s helped me put the moves on someone at least three different times.”

You lightly smacked his chest, making him laugh. “Shut up.” You sighed back into him and closed your eyes. “I swear though, wine and slow dancing go together too well. And this is the best song for it.”

“Really? Better than Elvis? I don’t think you really believe that.” He argued. You lifted your head to see him holding his index finger up towards you, silently telling you to wait a second. He scurried back to the collection. He found what he was looking for in seconds, grinning widely at you over his shoulder before interrupting Paul Anka.

You smiled sadly at him as the gentle acoustic guitar came in and he pulled you closer once again. “Aw, Ji you’re gonna make me cry.”

Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

It was your favorite record. And he knew this better than anyone. You’d fallen in love with it ever since your aunt showed you your parents’ wedding reception video. Their first dance as one being to none other than Elvis Presley.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

You removed your hands from Jiyong’s and instead wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his own arms to hold you just barely above the waist, bringing you even closer together. You nestled your head into his shoulder once again, allowing the song to run away with your emotions. He hummed along to each line, creating a soothing vibration against your cheek

“Are you crying yet?” He whispered.

“No.” You whispered back. “I’m smiling.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too.”

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

As your favorite lyric soon began to close out the song, you lifted your head to look at him. Maybe it was the wine, or the late hour, or just the sheer romance of Elvis’ voice, but you really looked at him.

It felt like the first time you had ever seen just how dark his hair was. Or how many different shades of brown made up his eyes, and how well his brows complimented them. Stubble lightly dusted across his cupid’s bow and cupped around his chin, making you wonder if you’d ever actually seen him with facial hair before. His full lips made you smile wider, remembering the awkward dinner moment when you’d met his first girlfriend, and she’d said Jiyong and you have the same lips. His were pulled perfectly from either end, making the smile you’ve known the best all these years.

You realized he was analyzing your features as well, making you giggle in embarrassment.

“What are we doing?” You whispered.

Without missing a beat, keeping perfectly in line with the last few guitar chords, Jiyong and you both made a move that neither of you had ever expected to make. Somehow in that millisecond of silence, your minds came to the same conclusion. Quickly, but softly, your lips met.

The only remaining sound in the room was the low muffle of the turntable, serving to amplify just how exhilarating of a moment this was. You’d never pictured yourself kissing Jiyong before, and your present self couldn’t possibly imagine why.

His lips moved with yours in perfect synchronicity, gentle and warm but also eager to take lead and set a perfect pace, like the dance you’d just finished. Beads of sweat began to form at your hairline as you felt one of his hands cup your cheek, before tracing just below your ear and firmly hold the back of your neck.

You were swooning, entirely enthralled in him. Whatever this feeling was, it was completely alien to you. You didn’t even care that it was Jiyong. You were honestly impressed. As your best friend, and the person who knows you the best in this world, just how the fuck did he know you’ve always wanted to be kissed this way? All this made you smile into the kiss. You felt him smile back before reforming his lips to yours, taking shapes that felt all too natural.

To both of your dismay, it didn’t last forever. You returned to Earth after one or two last pecks, ending it with your foreheads pressed together. You lifted your gazes to meet one another, giving an identical look of wonder.

As you stared at him, he lowered his lips to yours once more. This time was just a simple, soft peck. You both kept your eyes open; joined in awe that this moment was real.

And that’s how it happened. There wasn’t anything remotely awkward about it. The following morning, when the booze had completely worn off and all of your senses restored, the two of you simply laughed, before holding each other tight. There was never any talk of “so, now what?” or “what does this make us?” You both just knew.

And it was the easiest thing that your hearts had ever accepted.

It was your little secret for a few months; keeping the official beginning just between the two of you to ensure it really was what you both wanted. After everything was settled, you had your fun slowly sharing the news with your family and friends. Jiyong would playfully argue that you might have had a little too much fun with it. But their looks of surprise and heart bursting excitement would stick with you forever.

You’d take turns joking about how stupid you were to never realize it sooner: being together just made sense. Your friends and family always knew. (Your exes most definitely always knew.) As cliché as it seemed, you both had just been looking for love everywhere but right in front of you.

You both soon finished out your undergraduate degrees. You were this close to finishing the same semester as him, but in true Jiyong fashion: he beat you to it and finished early. Following your graduations you bought a puppy (a gift from you to him; he immediately named him Gaho) and moved in to an apartment together; something that surprisingly took very little convincing from Jiyong’s parents. (He’d claim there wouldn’t have been a damn chance if it was anyone but you) You were allowed to live in sin so long as you both moved back to Seoul and entered solid internships.

All along you treated each other better than any partner either of you had ever had; demonstrating incredible patience as you learned and grew together in ways you’d never imagined. Family members would boast about the two of you proudly, while close friends would fight the urge to scowl jealously. It was borderline sickening just how natural and blissful everything truly was. They made up some of the best four years of your life.

And never, in your wildest nightmares, did you ever think they would end.

“I’m home!” You announced.

You hummed to yourself as you slipped off your shoes and hung up your coat. The law firm had finally granted you an easy Friday workload, and you had all intentions of using the next couple of days to celebrate.

“Ji, are you here?” You spoke up as you made your way to the kitchen so that, if there, he could hear you from the bedroom. You hadn’t heard from him all day, but that was nothing out of the ordinary; lately his own internship had been especially demanding of his time. He was probably still at the office. You sighed sympathetically and decided some soup would be a nice surprise for him.

“Gaho!” You called, assuming the wrinkly monster was sound asleep in the other room. You reached for the notepad and pen attached to the fridge and began thinking of just how much you would need to pick up before Jiyong got home.

You tapped the pen on the notepad as you looked around the kitchen. You opened cupboard after cupboard, noticing just how much needed to be replenished. “Aish, did he make stew for the whole building today?” You rolled your eyes before writing down each missing ingredient.

“Gaho! Come here!” You repeated, knowing he usually slept as heavily as Jiyong. Shaking his food usually does the trick. You thought to yourself with a smile.

But as you walked over to its usual location you stopped. “Oh come on, we can’t be out of his food too. I swear we just bought some.” You put your hands on your hips out of frustration. “Awh, Gaho, I’m sorry. I hope you have at least something left in your bowl.” You muttered to yourself as you turned the corner out of the kitchen to check.

“Ok, this is weird.” Your brows furrowed. His bowls were gone. You checked the sink and saw no sign of them. Your pulse quickened as you speed walked to the bedroom.

“Gaho?” You called, hoping to see a pile of wrinkles on his bed or hear the sound of his little nails tapping on the hardwood floor. But as you stood in the doorway, his bed was nowhere in sight.

Your chest began to hurt as tears budded beneath your eyes. Gaho had spent weekends at Jiyong’s parents’ house before and even with your aunt. But you knew this weekend was never discussed to be one of them. And even if it was, they had bowls and a bed for him there. Something must have happened. You frantically reached for your phone and dialed Jiyong.

No answer.

“Ji. Ji, please call me. I don’t know where Gaho is. Please tell me you know.” Your voice shook as you left the message. There wasn’t a single sign of a break-in either. Or at least none that you were aware of.

You started pacing in the living room, thinking of all the possible scenarios. Whoever took him must have taken all that food too. You wouldn’t expect burglars to steal vegetables and bean paste, and leave behind the flatscreen, but it was the only explanation. You sped to the bedroom closet, fearing for your and Jiyong’s safes.

As you illuminated the walk-in space, the sight before you brought you to your knees. Everything on your side remained unruffled and unbothered. Nothing was even close to being out of place. Even your safe and few pieces of jewelry. But on Jiyong’s side, every last item was gone.

Every suit, every pair of pants and shoes, and even every fucking hanger was missing. As you gazed at the storage space above his side, and saw no sign of his luggage either, you collapsed.

“What the fuck.” You cried out, shaking and sobbing from uncertainty. You reached a trembling hand for your phone and tried calling him once again.

No answer.

You threw it to the side and somehow managed to pull yourself to your feet. You walked slowly to the bathroom, silently repeating “No, no, no…” to yourself. You closed your eyes as you turned the light on, nowhere near ready for what was there.

Every product, every personal hygiene tool, even his toothbrush, everything that was his: gone. And once again, whatever was yours, remained untouched. You gasped out loud and covered your mouth as sobs pulled themselves out of you. This had to be some kind of sick joke. It just had to be.

As you turned back to face the bedroom you saw through cloudy eyes the very last thing that you didn’t want to see. The item that debunked the miniscule shred of hope you were clinging to; that someone just had to have broken in so cleanly and so precisely, cleaning out everything that belonged to Jiyong, including Gaho and all of his belongings as well. You could have hung onto that ridiculous scenario for just a little while longer if you didn’t see it. There on the bed laying perfectly, and all too intentionally, was a folded piece of paper.

This time, when your body crumbled to the floor, it stayed there for nearly half an hour. You couldn’t stop crying. And for the life of you, you couldn’t move a muscle. When you finally found the strength to, you crawled to your phone. Before illuminating the screen, you begged the universe to grant you at least one text message from him.

Nothing.

You spent the next couple of hours there on the floor, endlessly sobbing and making phone call after phone call; each one feeling more useless than the last.

When you finally got a hold of yourself, you instead called a friend that lived nearby and begged her to come over. You spent that night, and the following week, at her place. It took that long for you to even walk back into that apartment. And it took even longer for you to finally read that letter.

“I love you too much to allow you to be put through what I’m going to put you through. I’m so fucking sorry. Take care of yourself and please: be the person you want to be. -Jiyong”

You ripped it into shreds on the spot. That was it. That was the only glimpse of an explanation that he ever granted you. Just like that, he left.

And you were never the same.

His disappearance came just as much of a shock to everyone else. No one could make sense of it. Not his parents, or even his best friends. They were all furious with him and could hardly speak about it. No one could give you answers.

And that’s all you tried to obtain for the next year: just some fucking answers. You were desperate and angry, lonely and above all you were ungodly depressed. When you couldn’t find him yourself you waited. You waited for so long. You lived each day as if it would be the one that he’d come back through the front door and back into your life.

But it never came.

You became self-destructive, going through every stage of grief at least three separate times. All along you begged the universe to show you even just one reason. Anything that could have shown what the fuck you did that was so wrong. Just come back and tell me why. You mumbled this phrase to yourself a million times, and when family and friends grew worried you mumbled it to psychiatrists a million times more.

It was some of the worst and most confusing pain you’d ever experienced. You endured it for nearly two years, until one cathartic appointment allowed you to finally accept it. You were done waiting. You couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. But you had to get your life back.

You met Jiwon the following week. It was the very same week that you decided to change your focus back to your childhood dreams. You didn’t want to be a lawyer. (Though you ended up marrying one) You wanted to be a badass detective.

You now thought deeply about everything that had changed in just seven years.

You stared at Jiyong through the one way mirror completely stone faced, trying your hardest not to laugh at the fucked up irony. Even though you didn’t know it until that night in the warehouse, when he’d reignited that deep emotional pain with a matching physical pain at the hand of his crony you realized: you’d never truly stopped looking for him.

And now, seeing him sitting there before you, wanting your superior’s attention and wishing to make a deal with your boss…your rage was unfathomable.

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bigbanggot7stories · 7 years

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After Exodus (3-FINAL)

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“Y/N? Jiyong? Hey, Amee and I are going back to my place. Are you in there?” CL yelled through the frosted door.

I looked at Jiyong in a panic, and he put his finger to his mouth to signal me to be quiet. After a couple of minutes, it was clear that CL had made her way back to the party to continue to look for us. My phone and Jiyong’s buzzed with texts from CL and Amee telling us they had left. I pulled a hand through my hair anxiously and began to move from his lap before he pulled me back to face him.

He grabbed the back of my neck to guide my lips back down to his, and the rest of the night went by without a single protest from me. We silently held each other for hours, eventually falling asleep in my office after the party had long been over. The next morning, however, I awoke to an empty office and a pounding headache.

Jiyong left not a single trace of himself from the night before, and I would have thought it all to be a dream if I wasn’t so underdressed. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be seeing much of Jiyong for a while, and my heart felt like it couldn’t take much more of it.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality and out of my head. My cousin, Red, was calling, and I brought a palm to my forehead as I remembered brunch plans.

“Hey pumpkin, just wanted to remind you about brunch. Do you want to meet us here at the hotel in about half an hour?” her southern drawl was definitely coming out in this foreign country, and I felt comforted by it.

“Yes, I guess so. I’m at my office, so it should only take a few minutes to get there.”

“Y/N…I’m sorry about last night. Aunt Bev is a real bitch, ain’t she? I thought she would just say ‘congrats’ like momma did. I mean, momma’s no saint, either, but at least she kept the passive aggression to the minimum. Don’t worry too much about it, darlin’. Christine and I are planning on staying a couple more days to have some actual fun with you! We’re gonna slap them two through security at the airport and say good riddance for a bit after we have brunch.”

I chuckled and went straight to the small wardrobe I kept in my office after hanging up the phone. I felt so grateful for the extra stash of clothes I kept in case I had an unfortunate encounter with a cup of coffee as I occasionally do before meeting with clients. I quickly changed into something brunch and southern-lady appropriate before tidying up my face and hair. Somethings a lady should always keep in her purse: concealer, pressed powder, mascara, and lipstick or lip gloss. I was so grateful to my grandmama that morning for instilling this principle in us granddaughters.

I slid into the back of a taxi with a few minutes to spare, and I made it to the lobby of the hotel in record time. Luckily, my aunts had a very limited time before their flight back to the states, so brunch was a quick meal before rushing them to the airport. As much as I try to be understanding of my aunts and civil enough to have a meal with them, I was relieved to spend time with my cousins without their mothers looming over our (meaning my) every move.

“Are you excited? I’m so excited! The demons are gone!” Christine, the youngest of the three of us, exclaimed from the back seat. I had asked my assistant to bring my car to the hotel, and it ended up being the best idea, as it would have taken too long to call a taxi for my aunts. There was no way in HELL we were going to let them miss their flight and have to cater to them any longer than necessary.

“I’m so glad we decided to stay! Y/N, how was the rest of the party last night? I hope you were three sheets to the wind by the end of the night!” Red asked, reminding me of the events that took place the night before.

“Actually, I stayed in my office most of the night. I wasn’t really in the party mood after your moms left,” I admitted, leaving out the part where I slept with Jiyong, who attended the party with another woman.

“Ahh…I’m sorry. Then we’ll have to buy some booze and get super drunk tonight! Unless you want to go out, I guess. We could find you a boy!”

“Yeah, unless there is someone you’re hiding from us?” Christine added.

There was someone, Jiyong. Although, technically, I had no right to claim him as someone I was romantically involved with. If I told the girls who he was, they probably would have remembered that he was with another woman at the party, and if I told them what really happened at the end of the night, I would just be reliving my shame. I didn’t think they would judge me for my unorthodox relationship, but I would definitely be judging myself, and it wasn’t something I was prepared to do at the moment.

“No,” I laughed it off. “But it isn’t any fun when I’m the only one on the hunt. I’d rather just stay in and drink.” It was true; Red was happily married with a toddler back home, and Christine was entering her second year in a relationship with some football superstar. In fact, I was the only grandchild, out of 12, who was “single”.

“That’s true. How about we do a little shopping, go to dinner, pick up some alcohol, and lounge in our PJ’s the rest of the night?” Red suggested, flashing me a mischievous smile.

It was a plan. We spent the rest of the day shopping and laughing like we always did when we were together. I was having such a great time that I almost forgot how sad I had been that morning. I took them to all of my favorite shops, ate some of the best street snacks, and went on a little tour of my favorite parts of the city. By the time dinner came around, we were famished and ready to get our night started.

We entered the restaurant laughing as always when I felt my heart come to a screeching halt. In the corner building sat Jiyong with Youngbae and Seunghyun, drinking a glass of wine and chatting amongst themselves. Before I could direct my cousins out the restaurant to a different one, Youngbae caught my eye and waved our party over, talking to the waiter while pointing in our direction.

“Isn’t that some of your friends from last night?” Christine asked.

“Yeah, it is! They were dressed really nice last night. The tall one is pretty hot, to be quite honest,” Red commented, digging her fingers into my wrist as she drug the three of us over.

“Hey, Y/N! Here, sit with us. We just got here! These are your cousins from last night, right?” The three boys stood up and greeted us before sitting back down.

“Are you sure? We really don’t want to intrude on your dinner…” I trailed off, dipping my head when my eyes accidentally met with Jiyong’s.

“It’s okay,” Seunghyun smiled. “We really didn’t get to see much of you last night, anyways. Not after…” He cleared his throat, realizing he was talking about my cousin’s mothers. “Sorry.”

“No, no, you are totally okay. Our mothers are major assholes, aren’t they? Don’t worry, we forced them onto a plane this morning after brunch,” Christine chuckled, lightening the mood.

The six of us ordered our food and drank wine while chatting about the award I had won and the party the night before. It felt good to be appreciated, and I was having a great time until we started talking about our plans for after dinner.

“Oh, we’re going to go buy a lot of alcohol and get Y/N drunk, since she didn’t get to drink much last night as she should have,” Christine laughed, slapping me in the arm.

“Sounds like a lot of fun, there,” Youngbae chuckled back. “I haven’t seen Y/N drunk in, like, months.”

“I’m not sure if this is frowned upon in Korea, but would you guys like to join us? I mean, you could bring your girlfriends, too. And Y/N’s apartment is big enough that you could stay if you didn’t want to call someone to pick you up, right sissy?” Red suddenly asked, the old nickname catching me by surprise.

“I mean, sure, but you guys probably don’t want to hang out and watch movies all night with us,” I said, trying to discourage the idea.

“I think it sounds like a great idea,” Seunghyun spoke up first. “And I think my girlfriend would be stoked to. She really likes Y/N.” Youngbae agreed and everyone’s eyes turned toward Jiyong.

“I mean, I don’t know if she’d want to come with me two nights in a row…” he trailed off, making me turn my head away to try to plaster on a fake smile. “She’s not really my girlfriend, so I think two nights would be a little overwhelming to her.”

“Yeah, especially since you didn’t even leave the party with her,” Youngbae shifted to nudge Jiyong in the shoulder and I froze.

“Trouble in paradise already, huh? Besides, it’s not a big deal. You’re Y/N’s friend and that’s all that matters,” Red spoke.

I focused on the wine in my glass before taking a rather large sip. I could feel Jiyong’s eyes on me before I heard him speak.

“Sure, I guess that’s right. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

Jiyong had driven with the three of us girls back to the apartment while the other two men went to fetch their girlfriends. He and my cousins talked about their purchases they had made while shopping earlier in the day, and it wasn’t as awkward as I anticipated it being.

When the girls and I changed into something more comfortable to watch movies in, Jiyong spoke directly to me for the first time since the night before in my office.

“Um, I have clothes here, don’t I? These jeans are getting a little uncomfortable,” he asked after opening the door of my bedroom enough to poke his head through.

I gave a slight nod and signaled him into the room silently. I went into my closet and emerged with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats he had left there what seemed like years ago. I grabbed my night clothes and held them up to my chest as I watched him take off his jewelry to set them down on his “spot” on the dresser.

“Right, well I’m just going to uhh…” I cleared my throat and turned towards the bathroom.

“Don’t you think we’re a little…past that?” I bit my lip and hovered at the bathroom doorway before slipping inside without a word.

I splashed some cold water onto my flaming face as I fought back the tears. I was so ashamed. I was ashamed for my feelings for Jiyong. I was ashamed that I had slept with him while he was on a date with someone else. I was ashamed that I couldn’t even cause a flicker in his eye. I wasn’t his type, and it was clear he didn’t see me in a romantic way. He didn’t want any type of relationship besides that of a sexual nature with me.

When I finally left the bathroom to find the rest of my party, Jiyong was no longer in my bedroom, only his clothes neatly folded in a pile on the usual chair.

We soon found our group two people larger and in the living room of my apartment, sipping on ridiculous drinks Red “personalized” for us. In other words, with the wine we had consumed at the restaurant and these heavy-handed drinks, we were closer to drunk than sober. The tension between Jiyong and I went unnoticed by the rest of the group, and I was beyond thankful. I let Red feed me drinks all night, and by the end of it, I was feeling pretty good.

At around 3:30 AM, we were beginning to fall asleep. We found out Seunghyun’s girlfriend actually lived in the same apartment building as I did, so they decided to make their way to her apartment for the night. Christine and Red decided to sleep in the same room so Youngbae and his girlfriend could stay in the other guest bedroom, which I commended them in my drunken state for being such nice people. I was eventually left with Jiyong on opposite ends of the couch, staring blankly at the credits of the movie that had just ended. He sighed loudly and stretched his arms with a yawn.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want,” I slurred. I knew he hadn’t had more than a couple of drinks, and I was very conscious and embarrassed of my intoxication. “I can sleep out here. It’s a comfortable couch, you know.”

He scoffed and got up from his spot and moved closer to me. “I’m not going to sleep in your bed with you sleeping out here on the couch, Y/N.”

I turned to face Jiyong, and I actually looked at him for the first time since that Friday morning. He was gorgeous, but he looked physically tired. He smiled, a genuine smile, and placed his hand on my bare knee.

“I can sleep out here, Y/N.”

“No, you can’t. You don’t like sleeping on this couch, remember? I want you to sleep good. This is the stress-relief zone, remember?” I said in between hiccups. I was starting to not feel so great, and the reminding thoughts that I was nothing more than a quick fuck was eating away at drunk me. My eyes started to water and Jiyong’s started to widen with the realization that a drunk hysteria was about to take over.

“Y/N, it’s not like that at all. You have no idea…” he cooed, pulling me closer to calm my drunk tears.

“You just don’t understand, I’ve loved you for, like, ever, and I backed out of telling you the truth when we first kissed and I just want to go back to before all of this happened,” I hiccupped again. “And I ruined your date last night. She was so pretty and so nice, you should have gone home with her. The two of you would make like gorgeous, model babies. I’m serious, Jiyong, stop laughing. Like, they would have the greatest hair and the cutest baby shoes.”

I cried and talked for a few more minutes before Jiyong could get me out of the living room and into my bed. As he climbed in on the other side, I smiled and ran my hand up his stomach beneath his shirt.

“Oh, no, you don’t. It’s time to sleep, I’m tired, you’re tired. Let’s sleep.”

I pouted but turned over to face the opposite wall, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

“I love you, too…”

The next morning, I had the hardest time opening my eyes. They seemed glued shut, and the little light I did let in made me moan in pain. I turned over to pull my blanket back over me, but, to my disappointment, I had to race to the bathroom to hang my head in the toilet. I sat on the bathroom floor for probable a good ten minutes before I could muster up the strength to get back into bed.

As I slipped under the covers, I noticed the man I had been sleeping with for months slightly awake on the other side of the bed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said turning over to get comfortable, not fully processing the past couple of days of fighting with him. Suddenly, I sat up again. I was a little too quick, so my head fell into my hands as I looked back slightly at Jiyong.

“What are you…? How did you get in my…?”

“Hey, slow down. Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything last night…if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I closed my eyes and laid back down, scooting to the very edge of the bed away from him.

“Hey, Y/N. I, uh, need to talk to you. It’s about something you said last night, and something I probably should have said a while ago.”

“Oh, no. What did I say?” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“You don’t remember?” When I shook my head, he continued. “Well, you said something about ruining my date the other night, and I, uh, thought I would come clean and tell you it wasn’t really a date.”

I looked over at him, my eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, we were just at dinner as friends. After CL mentioned the party, I told her about you and that it was a special party for you, so we went. We don’t really even see each other as possibilities. And I…I told her about us. I don’t know why, but I had to tell someone. And maybe it should’ve been someone else, but I felt so guilty about that morning and not going to the party…” He trailed off, sitting up and looking at his hands.

“Jiyong…”

“Hold on, I’m not exactly done. I also told her that…that I have feelings for you, that I have been hiding them for too long, but I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

I’m pretty sure my face showed the amount of shock I was in, because he quickly continued to tell me why he was coming clean.

“Last night, you got a little drunk-emo, and dramatic, I might add, and you told me that you have had feelings for me since before we even started this…thing. So, although I had already known I wanted to tell you the truth, I knew today would be a good day to tell you everything.”

“I, uh, I really said that?”

“Actually, you said you loved me, so…” He flashed me one of his gummy smiles, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“But what you’re saying is…you love me back?” I asked, slowly inching toward him.

“Not to be gushy, but yeah, I love you back.”

I giggled as I pulled him into the tightest embrace I could give him, showering his face with loads of kisses.

Unexpectedly, the door flung open, and the four other apartment guests came filing in.

“I KNEW IT!” Red exclaimed, charging in with her finger up in accusation.

“Finally!” Youngbae commented, taking a seat in the sitting area.

I looked at Jiyong questioningly, and he blushed.

“He’s known.”

I laughed, as I slid back down into a laying position, remembering my killer hangover.

“So, uh, is anyone going to make us some hangover food? I feel like actual death,” Christine spoke up after Red was through gushing about Jiyong and I.

“I’ll order something, actually,” Jiyong replied, and I knew everything was in it’s place.

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After Exodus (2)

It had been almost an entire year since I had spent the first weekend with Jiyong, and we had become quick best friends. We spent most nights out of the week together, aside from weekends, cooking and simply enjoying each other’s company. We rarely left the comfort zone of my apartment, and the few times we did, it was to private art showings and a couple small fashion exhibits.

Jiyong didn’t take me around many of his friends, and I soon realized that if Seunghyun and Youngbae hadn’t been there when I first met them, I wouldn’t have ever been introduced. It was clear that I wasn’t like his other friends, and at first I liked the feeling of having such a private friendship. The first time Jiyong and I kissed after having one too many glasses of wine, the thought that it was the beginning of a mistake was quickly dismissed. It became the typical friends with benefits relationship—secretive and unattached.

How could I be unattached? How could I not have even an ounce of feelings for someone who fit so perfectly into my life? I had fallen for Jiyong before that first kiss, and had I not been so delusional, I would have opted to tell him my feelings instead of agreeing to the no-strings-attached relationship we created.

As I watched the morning sun fall on the peaceful face of the half-naked man asleep next to me, my heart ached with the thoughts circling my head. His arms draped upwards around his head, the sheet almost expertly arranged low on his hips, and his face dotted with stubble that he rarely uncovered for anyone. He was literal perfection on the outside, as G-Dragon, but he was even more perfect on the inside and in moments like this. He was kind and considerate, he gave more than he took, and he had flaws. Like when he smoked one last cigarette in bed after brushing his teeth, or how he tended to tune out the people most important to him on stressful days. He avoided talking about his stresses, and let it build up until he struck a small fight that lead to a breakthrough and a few tears. He could go right to sleep after an argument, but he was always full of regret and love the next morning.

I couldn’t help but to fall in love with each and every piece of him, positive or negative. As much as I hated the taste of his goodnight kiss after than last cigarette, it was familiar. It bugged me that he held so much in, but I loved him more when he cried in my arms like a little boy when the dam finally did break. I was so lucky to even be within five feet of him, but it didn’t feel enough. I was so close to him, yet he was so far away from me.

After about five minutes of watching Jiyong sleep, he peeked open one eye to look over at me.

“God, could you stop staring? It’s uncomfortable,” he smiled, closing his eyes once again.

“What? Me? People stare at you every day of your life, Jiyong. Don’t tell me you aren’t used to it,” I smiled, moving closer to his side.

He chuckled as he moved to cuddle me closer, kissing my shoulder. “Yeah, but usually I’m awake. And fully clothed.”

“True. What a shame, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

I could feel him smile into my neck as he peppered it with kisses. It was a typical Friday morning in bed with Jiyong, my worries seeming to always fly away with a smile from him. This Friday morning, however, was different. My mind was flooded with anxiety and anticipation for the evening’s event. My company had just won a highly renowned award in Korea, and my aunts and cousins would be at the party that was being thrown in my honor at our newest showroom. My cousins and I have always been close, but my aunts were very critical of anything I did because of their arguments with my parents. I wouldn't have the security blanket of my parents to hide behind tonight, and I was afraid of any scene they might create in front of my new friends and employees.

“What are you thinking about so early?” Jiyong asked, pulling away slightly to get a look at my face.

“Nothing I just…I'm worried about tonight, is all. Are you going to be there?”

He pulled away and ran a hand through his hair. “Y/N, I told you I really don't think it's a good idea.”

“Why not? It's not like we’re going to be having sex right there on stage in front of everyone! You don't even have to be next to me the whole time.”

“Then why do I have to be there at all?” He argued, getting up from the bed and pulling on his jeans. “Besides, I have a date tonight.”

“A…a date?”

“Yup.”

I watched him silently putting on his clothes and gathering his things. I knew I shouldn't have brought up the conversation, our morning together would have lasted longer, like usual. If I hadn't, though, would he have ever told me about his date? I was hurt. I knew I shouldn’t have been, but I was hopelessly in love.

I grabbed the bed sheets and pulled them up to my neck along with my knees, suddenly very aware of my lack of clothes.

“What's she like?” I meekly asked, watching him sit on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. He turned around to glance back at me before continuing to tie his boot up.

“She's a model. Japanese. I don't know, she's a friend of a friend. Does it matter?” He was being cold, and I didn't know how to react.

A model. Japanese. Probably gorgeous, friends with his friends. It sounded like a perfect match, and I was scared. I struggled to keep the tears from flowing and Jiyong was heading towards the door to my bedroom. I grabbed the robe that laid on the back of a chair to throw on before reluctantly walking him to the door.

“Well…you could bring her if you want? Just to swing by maybe. No one would think anything about us if you're with her,” I suggested hesitantly.

“What about us?” He shook his head, almost as if to shake off the thought of there being an us. “I don't know, maybe. I don't think any one from our group of friends will be there.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You're right, none of your friends will be there, just me. I'm glad you don't think supporting me is important enough. Goodbye,” I said, opening the door to my apartment. I was hurt and tired. I wanted Jiyong to leave so I could hurt in peace.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You're ridiculous! I always support you. I sit here every night and listen to you talk about—you know what, I don't care. Bye!”

“Goodbye! Have fun on your stupid date!” I slammed the door behind me and did nothing but cry until it was time to dress for the party.

I was exhausted. I felt worthless and like I didn't belong anywhere near Jiyong. I wasn't a model, and I wasn't anything like their mutual group of friends. There was nothing about me that would make him love me, so why bother?

Later that night, the party was filling up rather quickly. As I waited to give my speech at the top of the loft, I could see Seunghyun and Youngbae enter with their girlfriends and begin to mingle with the other guests. People were dancing and having fun, while I felt numb. I could see my aunts and my cousins being escorted into the showroom, and I began to sweat. The pressure was real.

As the MC began to introduce me to my guests, I saw him enter with her on his arm. She was gorgeous, nothing less than expected of a supermodel. She looked suave as they moved through the crowd to meet up with his band members and CL. As I was handed the mic, Jiyong and I made eye contact, to which I was granted a small nod. I looked away and gave my speech without a hitch, grinning at the applause as the party resumed.

I greeted and thanked guests as I made my way to the main floor of the showroom, finally meeting that group of friends. I greeted them and was introduced to her, Amee.

“Congratulations on the award and the new line! The party is fabulous!” CL commented. She was the only friend of Jiyong’s I had met, and he had no idea. She had become a client of mine when my company was asked to design the set for one of her music videos, and we had become close ever since. “I met up with Jiyong and Amee before we came and made them come with. Isn't the party great?” She turned to the couple and they smiled back.

“Oh. Great, well I'm glad you two could come. I'm sorry if I ambushed your plans.”

“It's no problem!” Amee smiled. She was definitely genuine. “I've heard about you, and I told Jiyong we had to come! He didn't want to ruin our date, always the gentleman, but I knew we could have fun here, too!”

My heart ached. She had no idea who I was to him, yet every word she said and every touch she gave seemed intended as punishment. I smiled and nodded, looking towards Jiyong to find him already staring at me. His eyes were unreadable, and I found myself wanting—no, needing out.

“Well guys I thi-”

“Y/N.” the sound of my aunt’s voice vibrated throughout the group as the four women broke into our circle.

“Aunt Bev, Aunt Holly. I'm glad you could make it,” I responded a little too cheerily.

My cousins greeted me with a kiss and stood somewhere between the two women and me, forcing me closer to Jiyong. The group tried introducing themselves to my cousins, but the static atmosphere was almost unbearable.

“Well, Y/N. The party was good. Congratulations on the award,” Aunt Holly said, giving a small smile.

“Yes, well it was. I just find it interesting that you won the award yet your profits for this year are only at 4%. Maybe it works differently here,” Aunt Bev spew, her voice filled with venom. The group grew silent, and I laughed to cover my embarrassment.

“Well I think we ought to get mom and Aunt Holly back to the hotel, don't you think Red?” Christine stepped in. I was grateful for her, but I had already begun to detach myself from the party.

“We’ll see you at brunch tomorrow?” Red kissed my cheek. “Congratulations kiddo. I love you, don't worry about it,” she whispered, stroking my cheek before turning to help my other relatives out of the party.

By this point, my friends had tried to engage with other guests, but the intensity of the recent conversation still stood in the air. I stood for a moment, sort of in shock, and gathered my thoughts. I was reminded that I wasn't good enough by my own aunt, and it was deafening. I didn't hear my friends ask where I was going or the guests congratulating me as I passed by. The weight of the day suddenly crashed down on me at once and I was panicking. I couldn't find my way out and my heart was trying to rip out of my chest. I felt tears coming as I tried to smile my way through the crowd. It seemed as though I was trapped in a sea of people and they were all staring at me, just waiting for me to fail once again.

Suddenly, a hand grasped mine and I was being pulled through the crowd of people. When I looked down at the hand clasped around mine to find a small smiley face tattoo, I couldn't hold the tears in any longer. I silently cried with my head hung low as we made our way towards my office on the top floor of the building. He pulled me in, locked the door behind us, and sat us down on the couch. He let me ugly cry in his lap for what seemed like an hour, stroking my hair and whispering comfort words in my ear.

“God, why am I being like this? I knew they would say something like that. I know I'm not good enough to be running this company, but do they have to remind me every time they see me?” I sobbed into Jiyong’s neck, trying to calm myself down.

“Hey, hey look at me,” he pulled me back so that our eyes could meet. “You're more than good enough. You've built a fucking empire! They have no idea what you do and how great you are. You're the most hardworking person I know, and you have always been so kind-hearted. Maybe that's why you let them get to you. Stop putting yourself down.” He pointed to my chest before reaching to cradle my cheek in his hand.

“Yes, sir!” I said, sniffling as I situated my face back into his neck. “Thanks. Thanks for being here, Jiyong.”

He hummed in response, and a comfortable silence fell over the room. It was the first time since that morning I had felt at ease in my own skin. My body began to relax into his familiar scent, and my arms fell to his waist. My eyes started to feel heavy, but before I could doze off any sooner, Jiyong cleared his throat to speak.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. I'm sorry for leaving like that this morning. I shouldn't have acted like that, and I should have planned on being here in the first place. I'm just…I'm an asshole. I'm fucked up.”

“It's okay, I forgive you. You don't have to beat yourself up over it. You know nothing would have changed if you hadn't come, either.”

He was quiet for a moment before pulling back to search my face. I didn't know what he was searching for until his lips were quickly placed on mine. It was an urgent kiss, as if he had to do it before something stopped him. He kissed me with purpose, his tongue begging for entrance and his hands ran up my sides. It reminded me of the first night we slept together, rushed and passionate as if we were afraid our better judgement would stop us.

He found the zipper to my dress and slowly pulled it down, kissing his way down my neck. My dress finally pooled around my waist, and I busied myself with his tie and the buttons on his shirt. My hands traced his muscles underneath his shirt and his found their way to the clasp of my bra when there was a sudden knock at the door.

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I stayed up past 5 am this morning writing this. It was hard and emo, but I had fun writing it. I have one more chapter to finish they story-line almost done that will be up in a couple of days.

Thanks for reading!

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