𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑂𝑛 𝑀𝑒
Summary: After Jiyong puts you on stage, he definitely falls for you.
Warnings: None, just fluff.
Other notes: I saw that you liked the previous part but I apologize again for being short but I promised that this chapter would be longer so I hope you enjoy it (English is not my native language so sorry if there are any errors)
Not just because of the crowd, or the way G-Dragon had looked at you on stage like you were the only one in that stadium —
But because he told you to wait.
You were literally standing behind some black curtain with tape on the floor and random wires everywhere, wondering if you were about to throw up or pass out.
Mel, your best friend, had basically freaked out the second you came back from the stage. She hugged you so hard you thought your spine cracked, and screamed in your ear,
“BITCH—what the ACTUAL FUCK was THAT?!”
You were still trying to process. So she did the talking.
“Girl, he sang to you. Like—looked you in the soul and sang. That’s not fanservice. That’s like… dating with extra steps.”
You laughed, barely. “I think I blacked out halfway through.”
Then you both screamed together in silence, like gremlins.
That’s what you loved about Mel—she never judged your freakouts. She joined them.
The guards hadn’t said anything to you except “Wait here.”
And that was fifteen minutes ago.
You were half convinced this was a prank or some weird misunderstanding and at any second they’d kick you out and post it on TikTok with “delusional fan moment” written across your forehead.
“He’s gonna come. I saw the way he looked at you. If he doesn’t show up, I swear on my Spotify Wrapped I will personally find him and fight him in platform heels.”
That’s when a voice said, “You can come through now.”
You and Mel turned your heads so fast it probably counted as a neck workout.
It was one of the crew members—headset, black tee, classic all-business. She pointed toward a hallway lit by neon lights.
“Just you,” she said to you.
Mel’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me—rude?? She needs emotional support, she just got personally serenaded by a K-pop GOD.”
But the woman smiled. “Don’t worry. She won’t be alone.”
You looked at Mel, panicked.
Mel grabbed your shoulders. “Okay. Deep breath. He’s literally just a guy. A hot, insanely famous, ridiculously talented guy who made eye contact with you and might be obsessed with your vibe. But still. A guy.”
The hallway felt like something out of a dream—dark walls, echoing footsteps, posters of past concerts, the faint sound of the band still playing far away.
Leaning against a metal doorway, black hoodie over his stage outfit, black hair slightly messy like he ran his hand through it too many times.
That lazy, guarded smirk he always had with press? Gone.
Instead, his eyes lit up like you were someone he was genuinely happy to see.
He laughed softly. “You came.”
“You told me to,” you said, trying to play it cool, though your heartbeat was throwing a full rave inside your chest.
Like, too close to process.
“I’m sorry for the weird mystery vibe,” he said. “I just… couldn’t stop thinking about you. After I saw you in the crowd.”
Your brain short-circuited.
“I—I wasn’t even trying to stand out.”
He tilted his head. “Exactly.”
There was a pause. An insane amount of tension. And then he smiled. Playfully.
“You don’t think I do this with every concert, right? Pick a random girl and make it a whole secret mission?”
He chuckled. “No. You’re the first.”
He glanced at the hallway behind him.
“Come on. The others wanna meet you.”
Y/N Blink in confusion “the other?Wait—like, the others others?”
You were not ready for this. Not even slightly.
But he already started walking, so what could you do?
Your feet followed before your brain could decide.
He led you through a heavy black door.
The hallway turned into a lounge — warm lights, low music, water bottles everywhere. It felt like backstage, but not messy.
Your stomach flipped when you saw them.
T.O.P sat slouched on a leather couch, scrolling through his phone with sunglasses still on.
Daesung was sipping something from a cup labeled “not water :)”
And Taeyang — Taeyang was halfway into doing push-ups, because of course he was. You stood frozen like you accidentally wandered into someone else’s dream.
But jiyong just nudged you gently forward.
“This is Y/N,” he said, voice low and casual. “She’s cool.”
Seunghyun raised one eyebrow. “This the girl you almost fell off stage for?”
Daesung leaned forward with a grin. “Ohhh, so this is the girl. We’ve been hearing about you for the last twenty minutes.”
Taeyang stood and offered you a quick, polite bow. “Nice to meet you.”
You bowed too, muttering a small “you too” that sounded like a mouse.
You turned just in time to see Mel barreling into the room.
G-Dragon turned to the crew girl who brought you in. “I said one guest.”
“She refused to leave,” the girl shrugged. “Threatened to cry. Or throw something.”
Mel grinned. “I wasn’t about to let her meet her future husband without me.”
You mouthed “I’m gonna kill you” to Mel, who mouthed back “worth it.”
G-Dragon chuckled under his breath. “She’s fun.”
You could feel his eyes on you again. That soft focus, like he was watching more than just your face — like he was seeing your energy.
And you hated how warm that made your chest feel.
His hair was different tonight.
Longer, falling just above his jawline in soft black waves that framed his cheekbones.
It wasn’t the platinum you’d seen in interviews — it was black. Natural. Real.
And somehow, that made this whole thing feel even more intimate.
“Wanna step outside for a sec?” he asked you.
“If you make her pregnant I’m gonna kill you dragon” Mel scream in the side of the room.
He led you to a tiny side balcony. Just a few steps and you were outside, in the night air. You could still hear the hum of the crowd in the distance.
He didn’t speak at first. Just stood beside you, elbows resting on the railing, looking out at the skyline.
“You have no idea how weird this is.”
You blinked. “What do you mean?”
He smiled, but not like before. This smile was… almost sad.
“I don’t do this. Like—ever. I’ve had fans cry, scream, faint. But you just… looked at me like I was a person. Like I wasn’t on a stage or a screen. I don’t remember the last time someone did that.”
You stared at him, heart in your throat.
“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.
He turned toward you then. Fully. No stage lights, no backup dancers. Just him, real and too close.
His gaze dropped for a second — to your lips. Then back up.
Your whole body felt like it was vibrating.
“I should probably say something smooth here,” he murmured.
You laughed nervously. “Like what?”
He shrugged. “Something flirty. Mysterious. The usual idol bullshit.”
He leaned in — not enough to kiss you, but enough that it made your breath catch.
“But the truth is, I don’t know what this is. I just know that when I saw you… I didn’t wanna let it go.”
You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything.
You just looked at him — and he looked right back.
And somehow, that silence felt louder than any scream from the concert.
After a moment, he leaned away slightly, taking a deep breath. “They’ll probably think you left.”
You nodded. “Mel’s probably already planning our wedding.”
He laughed. “Honestly, I respect that.”
You turned to head back inside, but then—
You blinked. “Like—see me again see me, or…?”
He smirked. “See you again, secretly.”
And that was when you knew.
This wasn’t a random moment.
This was the beginning of something dangerous.
And you were already in too deep You said nothing. Just nodded once. A small, nervous, real nod.
And that was enough for him. Back inside, the energy hit you again like a wave.
The guys were still chatting, Mel was comfortably arguing with T.O.P over which era had better fashion, and the room smelled faintly of coffee, hairspray, and something electric.
Daesung noticed you first. “Ohhh, the lovebirds are back.” You gave him a look. “We were just talking.”
Taeyang raised an eyebrow. “On the balcony?”
G-Dragon just smiled faintly and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, like this was all completely normal. Like your heart wasn’t still running marathons in your chest.
You sat beside Mel, pretending to be chill, when in reality your brain was screaming something like: What is my life, what is happening, is this real, do I exist??
She leaned over. “You okay?”
“On a scale of 1 to holy shit?”
Jiyonh phone buzzed. He glanced down, then looked at the group. “We’re heading to the hotel soon. Van leaves in ten.”
You looked up instinctively.
He caught your gaze — and held it.
That silent question again.
But your whole body felt the tension in the air. You didn’t answer yet. You weren’t sure you could.
Mel must’ve felt it too. “We should probably go,” she said casually, standing. “Before I get tackled by security.”
The guys laughed. Even ji.
You both said your goodbyes, polite bows, casual waves — trying so hard to act normal.
But when you passed him — just for a second — his hand brushed yours.
That night, you couldn’t sleep.
Mel passed out on your couch one of your earbuds in her ear, random playlists running
But you were just staring at the ceiling, heart still wired.
