🩷✨🌙 QUIET NIGHT 🌙✨🩷
G-DRAGON (Kwon Jiyong) x READER
pairing : boyfriend!jiyong x girlfriend!reader
genre : fluff - quiet couple routine - soft - flirty teasing
description : After a long day on set, Ji-yong is met with an unexpected presence waiting just outside. In the quiet comfort of late-night van rides and a warm penthouse, exhaustion melts into soft laughter, tender care, and the kind of silence that feels like home.
This is the first time I’ve ever written something like this or even posted anything like it, so feel free to let me know what you think. I had this idea for a scenario and thought, why not write it out and share it with you all. So… here it is !
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00:11 a.m
/Back entrance, KBS studio lot/
It’s late. The kind of late where even the air feels like it’s trying to sleep.
Staff are scattering fast, assistants dragging garment bags, producers giving tired handshakes, stylists zipping up overstuffed suitcases.
You’re standing by the black van, hoodie zipped to your chin, his jacket folded over your arm. You’ve been here a while, not that you mind.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
You told him you’d stay home tonight. But when you saw his schedule, a full MV shoot from morning until now, you couldn’t resist.
You came anyway. Quietly. A surprise.
Just to take him home yourself.
And when he finally walks out the KBS doors, hair flat, shirt untucked, smile completely gone, you know you made the right call.
He’s saying goodbye to staff, bowing out of habit, voice hoarse from hours of performing, but his eyes are searching. And when they land on you, they change.
His shoulders drop. His whole face softens.
You don’t say anything. You just walk up to him and pull him into a hug.
He exhales into your neck like he’s been waiting to do that all day.
“You came?” he mumbles.
You nod. “Surprise. »
He lets out a quiet laugh, low and cracked. “You’re unreal.”
You smile against his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
He slides in beside you and doesn’t bother with words. Just leans into you, heavy, warm, all worn edges and quiet sighs, and rests his head on your shoulder.
Your hand finds his hair instinctively, brushing through the strands softly.
“Long shoot?” you ask.
“Felt like twelve years,” he mumbles.
“You still look good,” you whisper.
He huffs a soft laugh. “Liar.”
You smile, kissing the crown of his head. “Maybe.”
The streets blur past in gold streaks, but all you focus on is the way he sinks further into you. He finally murmurs, “I like when you pick me up.”
“I like it too.”
“You make everything feel finished. Like I can shut down for real.”
You pull your hand down his back in slow circles. “You’re off now.”
“Mm,” he hums, eyes closed. “Good. Take me home.”
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You help him out of the van, his steps slow, lazy, legs heavy from the day. The elevator ride is quiet, just his hand wrapped around yours, thumb brushing softly.
Inside, the penthouse is dark, peaceful. The city sparkles faintly beyond the glass, but he doesn’t look. He’s already kicked off his shoes and headed toward the bed with zero hesitation.
“I need a shower or I’ll actually die,” he groans.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“Correct.”
“Go to the bathroom, i’m coming !,” you grin, already pulling out your phone. “I’ll order fried chicken. And tteokbokki.”
He turns around mid-step, eyes wide. “I’m marrying you.”
“Shower first,” you wink. “Proposals later.”
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After placing your order, you set your phone down on the counter and head toward the bedroom. When you walk in, you find Jiyong sprawled out on the bed like a starfish.
“You’re seriously going to sleep in your stage pants?”
“Mhm.”
“You have glitter in your hair.”
“Let me die.”
You snort softly. “Not allowed.”
You move into autopilot, pulling out the clean shirt he always reaches for, fishing out your pouch of makeup remover pads, running hot water in the bathroom.
You come back to find him in the exact same position.
You sit on the edge of the bed and tug gently at his sleeve.
“Come on. Up.”
He groans something unintelligible into the blanket.
“Ji-yong…”
He finally flips over, slowly, eyes barely open, hair a mess across his forehead, lips parted in the most pitiful pout.
“Why are you always bossy when I’m vulnerable?” he mumbles.
You smile. “Because you’re cute like this.”
“Oh?” His eyes open a little more, voice low and teasing. “So you admit you like me helpless.”
“I didn’t say—”
“You did,” he grins. “You’re into tired rockstars. I see now.”
You shove the folded t-shirt into his chest. “Shower. Before I dump water on you.”
He groans but sits up slowly, takes the shirt, and presses a lazy kiss to your cheek on the way past.
“I love when you take care of me,” he calls over his shoulder. “Makes me wanna marry you.”
He lets you wash his face for him.
Eyes closed, head tilted forward into your palms. The bridge of his nose resting gently against your hand.
He’s still. Warm. Trusting.
“You’re being very obedient,” you whisper, gently wiping the corner of his jaw.
“I’m being seductive,” he mutters, eyes cracking open.
“That’s what this is?”
He grins, slow and tired. “This is me seducing you with vulnerability.”
The doorbell suddenly rings in the backgroung, dinner’s here !!
“Babe.”
“Hurry up ! Food’s here ! ”
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You’ve set the food out, crispy fried chicken, extra spicy tteokbokki, the pickled radish he always fights you over. The place smells like comfort and midnight cravings.
When he returns from the bathroom, his hair is damp, a hoodie clinging to his shoulders, and his skin still flushed from the heat of the shower. He looks ten times softer, eyes drooping, smile small and real.
“You even got the sauce I like,” he says, collapsing onto the couch beside you.
“I know you.”
He reaches for the chicken like he’s starving and bites in dramatically. “Better than anything on set today.”
You grin. “Should I start charging you for emotional catering?”
“Don’t ruin this for me.”
He keeps eating, slow, quiet, fully in bliss, his socked feet nudging yours gently.
You’re curled into the couch cushions now, bowls empty, both of you full and fading.
He points at your bowl with his chopsticks, mouth half-full, and mumbles, “Feed me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m baby.”
You feed him anyway.
And he smiles like you just gave him the best bite in the world.
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He’s clean. Full. Warm. Sleepy.
And now, completely unwilling to let go of you.
You’re under the blankets, trying to type out one last message on your phone, when he slides his arm under your waist and buries his face into your stomach.
You freeze.
“Ji—?”
His voice is muffled. “Shh. You smell nice.”
“You’re such a menace.”
“I’m in love,” he whispers dramatically. “It’s fatal.”
You laugh. “You’re delirious.”
“I’m devoted.”
He presses a kiss to your bare skin just above your waistband. Soft. Warm.
You tug the covers up higher and place your hand gently on the back of his head.
“Go to sleep, loverboy.”
“I will,” he breathes. “If you stay right here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He exhales, soft and steady, sinking into you like you’re the only real thing in the world.
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