Pumpkin Spice Everything 🎃 (part of the BigBang & Friends writing challenge)
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I have also added the OC version of Trajectory to Ao3 in case anyone would like to read it there as well😊 I know x reader fics aren’t for everyone so now it’s more accessible💜
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Trajectory: Seunghyun x Original Female Character Version
Complete-Rewritten version of Trajectory with an original character (not x reader). This version has added material & storyline if anyone is interested!
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Summary: An unexpected reunion catches you off guard.
Content Warnings: None, just Fluff
Author’s Note: A bonus chapter to officially wrap up this series. At this time, I don’t have any other stories in the works. So I’ll be taking a little writing break until I come across something inspiring. With everything TOP has planned, I am sure inspiration will strike at some point. Thank you all for reading🩵
6 years later…
You’re standing outside a park entrance with your dog on Jeju island waiting for Seunghyun to join you. He went to grab coffee from a shop around the corner so you could have an afternoon together as a family. Suddenly, you hear the squeal of a tiny voice and footsteps barreling towards you.
You turn to see a young girl, about three years old, running towards you with outstretched arms. “A doggie!”
She’s followed by who you assume is her brother, a boy around the age of five.
You immediately crouch down to catch her. “Woah there little one. It’s never safe to run up on a dog. You never know if they’re friendly or not.”
“See? I told you!” The boy scolds. “Not all dogs are friendly.”
“I am so sorry.” A woman, presumably her mother says, walking swiftly towards you. “We were in the shop and she got away from me as I was paying…she just loves dogs and I’m not as quick on my feet when my hands are full…”
You smile warmly back, noting the sleeping child in her arms. “This is Rembrandt. You can call him Remy.”
“I’m Ji-An.” She smiles.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile as you help the little girl get properly acquainted with your Shiba. “If you ask your mom you can play with him here in the park.”
“Pleeeeeaaaassse Eomma?” Ji-An begs.
“If it’s okay with…”
“Y/N.” You reply warmly.
“If it’s okay with Y/N we can wait here for Appa. But take your brother with you.” She adds as you hand the children a ball. “I’m Chae-Yeon by the way.”
They follow you into the park, the two children running off to play, while you and Chae-Yeon take a seat on the bench.
“Are you here on vacation?” You inquire looking towards the entrance for your husband.
“We live here.” Chae-Yeon smiles. “It’s quiet, away from the city. Just how we like it. What about you?”
“Vacation. My husband is a producer and I run my own dance studio so it’s nice to disconnect every now and then. But we love the hustle and bustle of Seoul.”
“My husband and I prefer the opposite. He was once in entertainment and I was a museum curator. Now, I’m a full time mom and loving every moment.” She laughs, shifting the child in her arms.
“I can hold her if you’d like a break.” You smile. “It seems like you have your hands full.” Chae-Yeon passes the baby to you with appreciation. You take in their tiny features.
“It’s the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done…but being a mom of four out and about is difficult sometimes.” She exhales. “Just not enough hands.”
“Four?” You say surprised.
“Twins. My husband has the other one. He went to the bakery nearby for the kids.”
“It sounds like the two of you make a good team.”
Chae-Yeon smiles. “We do. We just…click. We got married within three months of meeting. It just felt right. We both wanted a big family, so we got started right away.”
“You can’t deny connections like that.” You say, thinking of Seunghyun.
“Have you and your husband been together long?” She asks.
“Over 20 years in some capacity…”
“So the two of you have a connection too.” She smiles. You note her face lighting up at the recognition of only who you can assume is her husband. “As a matter of fact, here comes my husband now.”
“Making friends or trying to give our daughter away to a stranger?" The man jokes, placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek.
You freeze, it can’t be…
“This kind stranger so graciously gave my arms a break. Our oldest daughter got up close and personal with her shiba and the rest is history. We became fast friends.”
“We welcome any help we can get.” His laugh turns into a cough as turns to face you.
Jae stands before you. A bit older, hair longer, a baby in a carrier strapped to his chest, happy.
You look up, bouncing his child on your lap. “Hi Jae.”
His eyes are wide, caught off guard. Jae scans your left hand looking for a wedding ring. Fair, you think, it’s only natural that he would hope you ended up sad and alone.
“You know each other?” Chae-Yeon asks.
“We did.” You say, looking to him for the correct way to continue.
“This is…she and I…dated before I met you.” He stumbles on his words, looking to his wife.
Chae-Yeon looks back at you wide eyed. “Wait…you’re the one who left him all those years ago at TUDUM?”
“Guilty.” You say, awkwardly as you wonder where the conversation is headed.
Suddenly, Chae-Yeon pulls you into a hug. “Thank you. I owe this beautiful life to you. You made the right choice.”
You pull back and smile, still holding their baby. “This is a show of gratitude I was not expecting…”
“She’s right…” Jae begins. “I think we both know this wasn’t where our relationship was headed. Ending our relationship…”
As messy as it was…you think.
“It was the right thing to do.” Jae is quiet a moment then asks, “So…you’re here with your dog on vacation? Alone?”
Before you can answer you hear one of your favorite sounds echo across the park.
”Eomma! We found you!”
Jae looks surprised as your son runs towards you carrying a paper bag, Seunghyun not far behind.
“We got hotteok!” He grins, leaping onto the bench beside you.
“So that’s what took you so long to get here.” You smile, taking the bag. “You and your Appa love to sample a food stall…”
Seunghyun comes up beside you, handing you a coffee. ”Sorry for the delay. We took a detour.” He surveys the situation and clears his throat. “Um, it's good to see you Jae.”
Jae extends his hand. “Seunghyun…you’re…”
“Still around? Yeah. Not planning on going anywhere.”
Jae clears his throat as your son approaches him.
“Hello, I’m Taejoon.” He bows politely.
“Hello I’m…”
“This is Jae.” You add. “He’s…”
”An old friend.” Jae says, extending his hand to the boy. “It’s great to meet you. This is Chae-Yeon and this little one is Jungwoo, your mom has Ji-Ah, and over there playing with your dog is Ji-An and Ji-Woo.”
Taejoon looks towards Ji-An and Remy then to the baby on your lap. “You have a lot of kids.” Your son says without missing a beat.
Seunghyun takes a sip of his coffee, stifling a laugh before stating “Kids say the darndest things…”
Can I play with them?” Taejoon asks, changing the subject.
“Of course, go on.” You say encouragingly.
“He’s…yours?” Jae asks, watching him run off to play.
“I suppose it’s hard for you to believe, but yes. He’s our son.” Seunghyun adds, placing a protective hand on your shoulder.
He looks between you and Seunghyun as if he’s absorbing the reality that the two of you remained together after all this time. “I’m happy for you...really I am.”
Chae-Yeon picks up on the tension. “Seunghyun, why don’t we go check on the kids?” She grabs the baby from you with a hopeful smile.
You nod, signaling to your husband it’s okay to go.
“I think we both ended up where we belong.” Jae says quietly, sitting beside you on the bench. “I was angry for a long time, even after Chae and I got married…but when my son was born…”
“You realized your life was so much better without me.”
“Something like that…” Jae adds. “Chae loves kids and the countryside and this whole life we’ve built. It’s…”
“Everything you dreamed of.” You say, taking Jae’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “And I love the life Seunghyun and I have built. Like you, it’s everything I could’ve dreamed of.”
He nods, smiling. “I think I was angry because…you were right.”
His confession takes you off guard.
”I know…it was a shock for me too, but its the truth. We…weren’t compatible in the way that Chae and I are. Those things I said to you that day…you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.” Jae’s voice is sincere.
“I forgave you long ago, Jae. But thank you.”
“I wasn’t expecting this kind of reunion.” He sighs. “Running into you after all these years…I’m glad we were both able to come out on the other side.”
“Happy and whole.” You grin.
The two of you watch as Seunghyun approaches, out of breath from playing with the kids alongside Chae-Yeon. “Tag is a bit different when there's so many children involved.”
The three of you laugh.
“Not everyone is cut out for a team of children.” Chae-Yeon adds bouncing the baby on her hip. “I do envy the ease of having the right amount of hands to parent…But Jae and I like to have our hands full.”
Seunghyun takes a seat beside you, placing a comforting hand on your leg, knowing where your mind has wandered. The thought of two children. Taejoon playing with an older sibling…
“One child or ten, what’s important is working as a team with your partner.” Jae says, sensing your sadness. “I appreciate you sending the Hockeney piece.” He adds, changing the subject.
“It was rightfully yours...and our attempt at a peace offering.” You say, placing your hand on your husband’s.
”He’ll never admit it, but the day it arrived ranks up there with our wedding day and birth of our children.” Chae adds.
“Okay, that’s a bit dramatic…” Jae counters.
”You almost cried.” She adds.
”Let me guess, he has a framed photo of him with the painting as a kid hangin beside it?” You jest.
Chae-Yeon breaks out into laughter. “You would be correct.”
The awkwardness of meeting subsides and you all catch up on the past few years while the children play with Remy. Jay and Seunghyun talk about art curation while you and Chae-Yeon talk about life and motherhood. The conversations solidify the choices made years prior. These are the lives Jae and I deserve. Before you know it the sun is setting. As the four of you wrangle the children Jae leans in.
”I know I didn’t get it at the time but I’m glad we ended it…I’m glad we didn’t settle. And I’m glad you became the mom you deserved to be.”
Tears prick your eyes as you smile back at him appreciatively, then pull him into a hug. ”Me too. It was really good to see you Jae. I wish you all the best.”
”You too.” He says as his wife and kids return, thanking you for the time with Remy.
“It was a pleasure talking with you Y/N. If you all ever find yourselves in Jeju again, please reach out. We would be happy to host you at our home.”
”Please bring Remy too!” Ji-An adds.
“Of course.” Seunghyun smiles. “We will visit again soon.”
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On the walk back to the hotel, you walk Remy as Seunghyun grabs Taejoon, dramatically throwing him over his shoulders. Your son wraps his arms tightly around his father’s neck, riding piggy back.
His intense laughter brings a bright smile to your face as you lean into Seunghyun and release a sigh, processing the impromptu reunion.
“What’s the sigh for, Princess?” He asks, slinging his free arm around you.
”I’m just thinking how everything turned out just as it should.” You say looking up at your boys with pride. “Seeing him again with his wife and kids…”
”They have TOO MANY kids.” Taejoon says innocently.
Seunghyun chuckles. “More children than they have hands…but every family is perfect in its own way…”
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Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who made it to the end of this story! I really enjoyed writing it and sharing it with you all.
FYI: This chapter begins in the past, transitions to the “present” and then ends in the future.
I will be posting a bonus/epilogue style chapter to officially close out the story in a few days🩵
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Seunghyun purchases the painting on your behalf and gets you on the first flight back to Seoul, with him. Since the argument with Jae you’ve been left feeling numb and in limbo. Your whole life is upside down and you really aren’t sure what direction you’re going anymore. You just want to stay afloat.
Seunghyun’s presence has been grounding. He’s always been one that can sit in silence and just be present in the space with you. For now, that’s enough. When the car pulls up outside of your building he helps you gather your suitcase.
He speaks for the first time since the plane landed. “I need some time.” He says in a reassuring tone. “I have something I need to do…for you…us.”
You look up at him dazed. After everything, you’re not in a headspace to make any sort of commitments or life altering decisions so you just nod and whisper, “Okay.”
“Jiyong has everything ready for you when you get packed. Just text him and we will have a moving company take your things to storage. Your room is already set up at his place.”
You simply nod again. Realizing the last 4 years of your life is about to be evicted from the building before you.
“We are going to get you through this.” He says, kissing your forehead.
A faint smile crosses your lips as you grab the handle of your suitcase and turn to head inside.
When you cross the apartment threshold you realize the home you once considered a sanctuary now feels sterile. You place your suitcase at the door, no reason to unpack if I’m just getting ready to leave again…for good, and begin walking through the rooms, taking mental inventory or what you need to pack and what will stay behind. When you finish, you're exhausted and realize the person that moved in was just playing house. You never truly let your guard down with Jae. You tried, god did you try, but you just couldn’t do it. Your heart always belonged to someone else, Seunghyun.
As you work throughout the week, you realize nothing in the apartment is a reflection of your true self. Those things are still packed away under the bed or in the back of your massive shared closet. You gather those things first, as they are the most important to you. Your days are the same, pack and organize all day, followed by a long hot dissociating shower, then ending with a night of fitful sleep.
As expected, Jae cuts off all contact with you leaving communication solely between you and his manager. One morning, you wake to a formal email ending your relationship officially.
Miss Y/N,
The relationship and affiliation you once held with Kim Jae-Joon has been terminated, effective immediately. From this point on, he requests no contact.
Mr. Kim prefers to not call attention to the situation that occurred in hopes the two of you can move forward with your lives quietly and separately. No formal statement of your breakup will be made and he requests that you do the same.
Mr. Kim also requests that you vacate the penthouse by August 1st. Anything remaining in the home after his return that is deemed unacceptable will be trashed or donated. He will not speak ill of you in the media under the condition you agree to the above terms.
Thank you for your time.
The office of Kim Jae-Joon
The last few years of your life are reduced to those lifeless paragraphs and a handful of boxes picked up to be stored at a facility arranged by Jiyong and Seunghyun. After a few weeks of organizing and packing you find yourself once again living out of a suitcase in Jiyong’s guest room.
Zoa and Iye are curled up beside you as you lie in bed on your back, staring at the ceiling. My life is a dumpster fire…
Jiyong knocks, peeking his head around the doorframe. “You hanging in there?”
You don’t move and continue to stare. “My life has spiraled back to square one, I’m just great.” You say sarcastically.
Jiyong crawls into the bed beside you, propping himself up on his elbows. “You and I both know you’re not starting from the bottom. You’re just…picking up where you left off 6 years ago.”
You cover your face with your hands. “I shouldve been more upfront with him. His reaction…”
“I think his response made it clear he couldn’t handle the truth.” Jiyong adds supportively. “When you told him it wasn't going to matter, his response would be the same. The fact that it involved Seunghyun made him too insecure. You can’t erase the history you have with someone.”
You turn towards him. “Ji, what if this happened after we got married? Or we actually had a baby together? Things would’ve been so bad…I really fucked this up.” You groan into his chest.
Jiyong pulls you close to him, squeezing you tight. “You and I both know you’re right where you’re supposed to be. Seunghyun is going to make things right.”
You chuckle, cautiously. “See you say that, but Seunghyun hasn’t so much as breathed near me since I got back. He’s probably spiraling about how he’s yet again ruined my life. I’m going to die alone.” You whine. “Honestly? I deserve it.”
“I can assure you that’s not the case. He’s…working on something and you’ll find out soon enough.” Ji says cryptically.
“Whatever you say Mr. Dragon.”
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A week later, you're on Jiyong’s balcony, chain smoking and indulging in a bottle of vintage red. Jiyong was in America for his Übermensch tour, leaving you on cat duty. As you're polishing off the bottle, you're completely oblivious to what is going on inside the penthouse.
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Seunghyun entered quietly, using the spare key Jiyong had given him years ago. Initially, his plan was to just surprise you, but when he noticed you seemed preoccupied outside, he took it upon himself to up his game.
Utilizing the spare candles in the cabinet, he decided to set the mood. Zoa and Iye watch with skepticism from one of the chairs.
“You’ll be happy to know, I’m finally making things right.” Seunghyun says to them. “So you can wipe that look of judgement off your face Zoa.” Zoa meows and turns away from him as she catches your movement on the balcony.
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After finishing your last cigarette, and last glass of wine, you head inside to find the living room covered in candles. Zoa and Iye watching cautiously from the armchair in the corner.
You approach one of the candles just to make sure they’re real. Oh good, I’m drunk, but not to the point I am imagining things…You walk over to the kitchen, place your glass in the sink, then turn to find Seunghyun standing in the middle of the room.
“Surprise.” He says in his deep voice.
The sight of him causes you to become overcome with emotion. You don’t ask questions, you simply walk over to him quickly and melt into his arms.
He kisses the top of your head as you get lost in his cologne. “I want to say something before I get too emotional.” He smiles into your hair. “Can we sit?”
You look up at him, eyes glassy from tears and wine. “Whatever you want Tempo, I’m yours.”
He leads you over to the couch, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “You’re a little drunk…”
”Only a little.” You smile.
He clears his throat. “I should’ve done this years ago but I was too afraid. Too concerned about what YG would think, or impacting the career I thought I wanted but that time is over now and it's time for me to do what I want. What’s best for me…for us.”
”Us?” You breathe.
“There has always been an us Y/N. I am done running from it. Done watching you walk out of my life. Done pushing you away. I want you forever. Through the worst, the best, everything in between. You are my life.”
His words sober you instantly. “Seunghyun…are you…”
He slides off the couch onto one knee in front of you. “Will you…”
”YES!” You practically cry out, falling forward into his arms, pushing him backwards onto the rug. ”A million times yes, Seunghyun.”
He lets out a graveled laugh as he looks up at you. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
“We have been together too long for formalities. I will absolutely marry you.” You say kissing him for the first time in months.
”I was actually going to ask you to move in with me, but marriage works too.” He grins.
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you push yourself off of him, standing. “But…you got on one knee…”
”Shhhh.” He smiles wide back at you, pulling you into a hug. “I’m kidding. I was proposing to you.” He pulls a small ring box out of his pocket. Inside is an intricate white gold and diamond band with an interlacing design. “It’s more of a wedding band…I thought we could just skip the engagement…”
”I love it.”
“But I do want you to move in with me…in fact, all your things are already there. I…had your boxes dropped off at my place and just…”
”Put them back where they once were?” You say, tearfully.
He nods with a small smile. “Yeah…it's all back where it used to be…home.” He says leaning in to kiss you.
“I love you, Tempo.” You say, jumping up, wrapping your legs around him. “Take me to the bedroom?” You smile at him, breathlessly.
“Hmm, need some privacy…away from the kids.” He laughs in reference to the cats, as he heads down the hallway.
The two of you shed your clothing and climb under the covers.
He pulls you to him, propping himself up with one arm while caressing your face with the other.
“Things will never be like they were after my enlistment.”
You reach up, taking his hand. “Seunghyun, I forgave you long ago…”
“No.” He stops you, kissing your knuckles. “I need you to know that how I treated you was not okay. I hurt you. Emotionally…physically. I promise to keep you safe moving forward. Love you the way you deserve.”
“I know you will.” You whisper as he positions himself on top of you as you open yourself to him.
He sinks into you slowly, his mouth capturing your moan.
His pace is cautious, as if you might break or disappear from beneath him at any moment.
You lace your hand with his, lifting your hips to meet him, taking in every inch of him.
Tonight is a reset of your entire relationship, a clean slate. For the first time, you both decided on each other, in unison. No more backing out, no more running. From this point forward it’s you and him, hand in hand, headed towards a future you forge together.
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Returning to Seunghyun’s apartment was as if you’d never left. He returned everything to its rightful place. You’d learned later on that when you moved out all those years ago he had left everything as it was. The drawers, cabinets, and closet you once occupied just had empty space as if waiting for your return.
The two of you wasted no time and eloped as soon as possible at the local district office as soon as the paperwork was filed. You both choose to wear your wedding bands on your middle fingers to keep the mystery. Korean media had yet to get wind of your break up with Jae-Joon and due to his sudden retirement, they had lost interest him. For the first time in a long time you were back to how life was long ago and it was everything you and Seunghyun could ever imagine.
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The deep notes and Seunghyun’s dulcet tone of Desperado pull you out of the memory. Where is Seunghyun? The album is over half way through and you’ve yet to track him down. Finally, you see him standing, cornered by two people you can’t quite place. You decide to head over when an arm links with yours.
“Real bold of you getting married and having the audacity to not invite me.” A familiar voice teases.
“Chae-Rin! Oh my god!” You all but shout, embracing her. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Oppa knew better than to not include me. It’s so good to have him back.” She smiles.
“You have no idea.”
“But seriously, congratulations. A secret elopement that even the media hasn’t caught on to…that’s so…”
“Us.” You grin. “We just wanted it to be quiet, intimate.”
“Yeah, yeah. He’s all about the quiet life these days. He deserves it...alongside you.” She smiles. “But with an album this fire, I doubt he will be able to keep a low profile for very long. He’s about to be a very busy man.”
“Like everything he does, it’s a work of art.” You say proudly. “Catch up soon? I have yet to see my husband tonight…”
“And you two are still making up for lost time.” She winks. “I’ll call you soon.” Chae-Rin smiles. “Go get your man.”
After what feels like a lifetime, you finally approach Seunghyun. “There you are.” You breathe, linking your arm with his. ”I was beginning to feel like you weren’t actually in attendance tonight.”
”I am the man of the evening, remember? I’m meant to mingle.” He grins before leaning in to kiss you. “You okay?”
You nod. “Being here, seeing old photos…it’s brought back a lot of memories all at once.”
He frowns. “There’s been a plethora of good times and bad. Especially here…”
“Hey…” you reach up, touching his face. “We are going to replace that memory with a new one. A happier one. Celebrating your first full length solo album…”
“With my wife.” He says, pulling your waist closer to him.
“Mmhmm, I love it when you call me that. My husband…” you whisper as you press your body into his.
“You know, I originally wrote this song about you.” He says, referencing Desperado playing in the background. “It’s had some updates…but I still remember the thrill of trying to impress you.” He says, his hand sliding down your thigh.
You blush. “Lucky for you I’m right here…always and forever, no more chasing.”
“Sometimes I miss the thrill of the hunt.” He says, nibbling your ear, grabbing your ass.
“We can play pretend a little later.” You wink, palming him discreetly over his pants. “You have guests to mingle with…remember?”
The upbeat melody of FOR FANS snaps you both out of your daze as Jackpot approaches with Sora. You carefully position yourself in front of your husband as he adjusts himself.
Sora’s face is telling. “Wait. Are you two…”
Seunghyun clears his throat. “Together? Um, yeah.”
She looks between the two of you surprised. “Well shit. It’s 2006 all over again.”
“And all those years in between.” You add.
“I’m shocked, really. Not long ago, the tabloids were going crazy with you and…”
“We ended things last May.” You say confidently. “Quietly…but It’s over.”
She nods, getting the message loud and clear.
“Right. Well, I’m happy for you both. In all honesty, everyone knew deep down the two of you were end game…we just weren’t sure if either of you realized it yet.” She smiles warmly.
“It took a lot of work, but we finally got there.” Seunghyun smiles, his hand finding your waist. “Come with me, I want to be sure you hear the next two songs.”
The two of you excuse yourselves and make your way up to the front area of the studio.
Stendhal Syndrome begins and you can’t help but smile wide at the intro.
Born again it’s the new Tempo…
You look up at Seunghyun who is blushing just enough that you can see it at the tops of his ears.
As you listen, you realize the song is about you…mostly.
Ya Good morning lady
You woke up with my killer Taste
Coffee, yeah, it’s deep
Truffle over Egg benedict Gonna make money for Us
You lean into him. “Is this song about me or Jiyong?” You tease.
He wraps his arms around you from behind and leans in close. “Let’s just say, it’s about the two most important people in my life.”
“Regardless, it’s perfect.” You smile.
When the song ends, Seunghyun grabs a fresh glass of wine and approaches the front of the studio, gathering everyone’s attention.
“I just want to say thank you to everyone who came tonight to celebrate my first album. It has been a long time coming and there’s no one else I’d rather share this moment with than all of you.”
Attendees shout out words of endearment and raise their glasses in celebration as you watch carefully.
“There’s one last song on the album. One I began writing years ago and was only recently able to finish. I want to dedicate this song to the person who has been with me since 2006 when I first debuted. Someone who has seen me at my worst and, thankfully, now at my best. We have been many things over the years. In 2019 our relationship almost evolved into something completely different, which was the original inspiration for this song, Be Solid. I wanted to be solid for the chapter that was to come. Unfortunately, we weren’t given that opportunity…” He trails off, making eye contact with you.
Be Solid is the song he was writing for…our baby…
“Now the song symbolizes what I want to be for her…for us…moving forward. Y/N, I dedicate this song to you and promise to be a more solid friend, partner, and husband to you as we build our future together.”
The crowd turns to look towards you, tears already pricking your eyes as you smile back at the love of your life.
“Thank you for coming, enjoy.” Seunghyun takes a bow before heading straight over, taking you in his arms, dipping you backwards in a passionate kiss…On display for everyone to see. You hear Chae-Rin shout, “It’s about damn time!” as onlookers applaud.
The two of you stand hand in hand as you let the lyrics wash over you.
Tryna be someone better for you
Wanna be someone you come home to
Write these poems all for you
Tears fall down like rain
Tryna be someone better for you
I wanna be more solid, solid, solid
Boda Pogeun-pogeun solid, solid, solid wanna be more solid
wanna be more solid
A faith I can’t explain- screaming into the air, writing out a brand new scene
Me and you — we matching
No more pain, just moonlight, moonlight
On steady path, you my Vaccine Vaccine Vaccine
Anywhere you go
NANA NANANA NANA NA
I am on it, “BE SOLID”
While the road was long and difficult to get to this point, it led you both back to each other, where you belong. You look up at your husband as you listen to his promise.
You know in your heart the best is yet to come.
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A few Months later…
Seunghyun slipped into your studio lobby unnoticed. His beanie on, hoodie up with his jacket zipped tight. The cold December air was bone chilling in Seoul. He had just returned from his Fan Meet in Taiwan. Originally, you had planned to attend with him but decided against it last minute. You just weren’t feeling up to it. These days, you have been saving most of your energy for your classes. He’d only been gone a week but it felt like an eternity away from you. As soon as he landed, he dropped his bags off at home and came straight to your studio.
Seunghyun approaches the glass window where the other parents have gathered to watch as their sons and daughters follow along with your instructions. He can’t help but smile watching you. Your hair in a messy bun, wearing leggings and one of his oversized hoodies, your face full of animation as you attempt to command a room of five year olds. Seeing you in your element makes his heart swell with pride.
“Which one is yours?” The woman next to him asks, gesturing to the children gathered around you.
“The instructor.” Seunghyun laughs. “She’s my wife.”
“My daughter, Seo-ah, absolutely adores her. She has such a gift for dancing and working with children. We are really going to miss her during her leave. The other instructors are great, but your wife is outstanding…Congratulations by the way.” She smiles up at him.
“Thank you.” He says with a small bow. “Dancing is her passion. I am sure she won’t stay gone for long.”
Seunghyun watches as you arrange the children in their respective rows, then start the music. You dramatically count down then prompt them to begin, stepping back against the mirrored wall to take them all in. One hand rests on your growing bump as the other helps guide students back in line as they get out of step with their peers.
The past few months have been a whirlwind for the two of you. Marriage, an album release, a fan meet tour, the unexpected pregnancy test…
Seunghyun remembers the morning vividly.
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The day started as it always did with coffee and breakfast typically followed by small talk and plans for the day. That morning was…different. Recently, you held yourself differently, a softness creeping in that he couldn’t quite place.
He watched as you came into the kitchen, his Pink Floyd shirt hanging loosely from your shoulder, a look of weariness on your face.
“You okay?” He asks, placing his hand on your forehead before handing you your coffee.
“I’m fine.” You insist. Placing the mug down instead of taking a sip.
Seunghyun looks back at you quizzically over his mug. “Something is bothering you…”
You play with the corner of the napkin under your coffee cup, leaning on the island. “There’s a possibility…” You begin, avoiding eye contact. “I…we…” Like all those years ago, you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence.
He puts his mug down and closes the space between you, pulling you into his chest. “We don’t keep secrets between us.” He says, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Whatever is bothering you, we can talk about it. I’ve noticed you’ve been…off.”
You look up at him. “You have?”
He nods, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “Did you get some news at work or did Jae find out about our…”
”I think I’m pregnant.” You cut him off quickly before losing your nerve.
His body tenses, but not in the way it did before. He looks at you intently before finally speaking. “You think or you know?”
“Think…I took a test but…it’s in the bathroom. I can’t bring myself to look at it.” Your voice is small, shaky. “I don’t want to get your…our hopes up.”
You both wanted this so badly, but you knew being older, it may no longer be in the cards for the two of you. This was the first time since getting back together you had missed your period. It could be nothing or it could be everything…
“We will look together.” Seunghyun says, hiding his nerves. “Whatever the result, it changes nothing between us.” He then takes your hand and leads you to the master bathroom where the plastic stick holding your fates is waiting.
At the count of three, you both peer over the counter to find two bright pink lines staring back at you.
“I’m…we…” You stumble back in disbelief.
Seunghyun takes you into his arms, his cheeks already wet with tears. “We’re having a baby, Princess.”
The road to the present was a long one. The fear of losing what you both wanted so badly took over the first trimester. Every scan and appointment was a reminder of the trauma you endured all those years ago. In the new territory of the second trimester, you both settled into the reality of becoming parents with a little more confidence. Painting and decorating the nursery, making lists and registries. Seeing your baby and hearing the heartbeat at appointments gave you both peace of mind in a way you never imagined. Now in the third trimester, excitement has taken over. Buying necessary items, involving friends and family, and preparing to bring your baby home.
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Seunghyun comes back to reality when the door opens into the lobby and a mass of children enter.
”All right, friends! Remember, two more weeks until our recital. Practice, practice, practice!” You announce in a sing-song voice.
”Yes Miss Choi!” They all say in unison. Some choosing to give you hugs, others high five as they depart to find their parents.
”Bye bye baby! Be good to your Eomma.” Your last student says, patting your stomach before leaving with his mother.
You can’t help but smile as you lock the door behind them, finding your husband’s reflection in the glass, admiring you from across the way. You turn to face him, “What are you doing here Tempo? I was planning on meeting you at home.”
”I couldn’t wait to see you, Princess.” He says, kissing you.
You wrap your arms around him, tight. “Hmm, it’s good to have you back. We missed you.”
“How’s our boy?” He asks, his hand caressing your stomach.
“Active. He’s been giving off a lot of main dancer energy this week…like his dad.” You wink. “And…we’re hungry.” You smile up at him. “How about I grab my stuff and we enjoy some takeout on the couch?”
“That sounds like a picture perfect night to me.” He replies as you grab your dance bag and close up the studio. He helps you put on your coat, then wraps his arm around you as you head into the chilly city of Seoul towards home where you’re life together is just getting started.🩵
About Story: You meet Jiyong in a private club and let one reckless, alcohol-soaked night pull you into his penthouse before either of you has time to think. When Seunghyun, who is staying at his place for the night, overhears you and chooses to watch, Jiyong notices him but refuses to stop. What begins as a spontaneous encounter soon turns into something far more intense when Seunghyun joins you. By morning, however, Jiyong’s jealousy and regret leave you hurt and rejected, while Seunghyun’s quiet interest makes it clear that the night may have opened the door to far more than a single mistake…
Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x reader x Seunghyun (T.O.P)
Word Count: 6,891 | oneshot
Content Note: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, voyeurism, MFM threesome, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, handjob, deepthroating, simultaneous oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, dominance, possessiveness, jealousy, cum on body, aftercare, morning-after regret, emotional rejection, hurt feelings, crying, angst, love triangle, open ending
A/N: [request]
A/N 2: My first ever attempt at a threesome fic, so please go easy on me. I'm a bit nervous but I really hope you enjoy the reading ❤️
The lights of the cars flowing through Seoul far below the windows of the luxurious penthouse pulse like tiny stars from this incredible height. So small and completely untouched by what is happening inside the penthouse right now, and by the storm of sensations that is yet to come...
The heavy front door has barely clicked shut behind you before Jiyong presses your back against the hallway wall so hard that he nearly knocks the wind out of you. His curious, relentlessly wandering hands first cup your face before his fingers roughly slide into your hair, tugging firmly at the roots and pulling you into a wild, urgent kiss. The moment your lips meet, you taste the bitterness of the expensive alcohol you've been drinking together all night. Jiyong claims your mouth without warning, first tracing your lips sensually with his tongue before pushing deeper. A quiet growl rumbles from his throat and vibrates directly against your lips when you accept his challenge, flicking your tongue against his.
The muffled sounds from the VIP lounge of the exclusive club where you first met only a few hours ago are still echoing in your ears. Close your eyes, and you can see it all again... You were sitting there, tired of the shallow conversations around you and the men trying to hit on you with their pathetic pickup lines, when the doors to the lounge opened and Jiyong walked inside... A man with tousled hair, a half-unbuttoned shirt, and a gaze so intense that when your eyes met for the first time, you forgot how to breathe. You forgot how to breathe for the second time when he sat down beside you and politely asked if he could order you another drink. His powerful aura and charisma made it hard to tell whether you were drunk from the alcohol or from his mere presence.
Between drinks, you talked so naturally that it felt as though you'd known each other for years rather than minutes. Before leaving, you laughed as you swapped phones to save your numbers. The alcohol you consumed throughout the night only shattered the final restraints you both still had.
When Jiyong leaned toward you at the bar and whispered into your ear in a slightly slurred voice that he wanted to leave right now and take you home with him, you couldn't say no. In fact, you'd been waiting for that moment ever since the first drink you shared... and since the moment he began slowly tracing your bare thigh beneath the table. His fingers had circled over your skin, forcing you to stifle your quiet moans against the rim of your glass. The attraction between you was like a gravitational pull that simply couldn't be resisted.
And now you're here, in his territory...
Jiyong doesn't give you even a second to catch your breath. His kisses become hungrier and far more urgent. His tongue glides over your lips, which are already unbearably sensitive, and he bites them, forcing you to surrender completely, which doesn't take much effort on his part. With a quiet, drawn-out moan, you give in entirely of your own free will, and if he stopped now, you'd probably lose your mind.
Your coat falls to the floor, and Jiyong's heated palms slide from your hair, down your neck, and toward your hips. His fingers dig into your skin through the fabric of your clothes as he pulls you tightly against him. You can feel every tense muscle in his body, feeling his hardening cock pressing urgently against your stomach, desperately wanting you. You pull him closer by his shirt, and Jiyong presses his full weight against you, grinding his crotch against your lower belly as another quiet growl rises from his chest, making you moan directly into his mouth again.
“God, I think you’re going to drive me insane,” he mutters against your lips between breaths. His voice is deep and rough with uncontrollable desire. “I’ve been wondering what you taste like this entire time...And now I’m finally going to find out.”
You begin moving blindly down the hallway toward his bedroom without pulling your lips apart. Not even for a second do you separate from each other. Your mouths remain connected in a wild, wet rhythm that makes your knees weak. Jiyong bites down on your lower lip, presses his body against yours, and lets his impatient hands wander down your back to squeeze your ass firmly. In his drunken urgency, his hip slams hard into a console table, sending a set of keys crashing to the floor. The sound echoes through the space around you, but neither of you pays it any attention.
Jiyong leads you farther into his bedroom until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the enormous bed. You lose your balance and fall backward onto the soft, cool silk sheets. Jiyong immediately moves over you, trapping you between the mattress and his body. His hungry, darkened gaze nearly consumes you.
“Now I finally get to see what you're hiding under here,” he whispers hoarsely as he undoes the buttons of your blouse with jerky movements, the strained fabric quietly stretching beneath his fingers. “I want to see every single inch of the body I'm about to claim…”
His fingers slide lower toward your stomach, and when his warm palm touches your bare skin for the first time, an electric jolt shoots through your body. Your hips arch upward and a trembling moan escapes your lips. You bury your fingers in his hair and pull him back toward you. Jiyong immediately nips at the sensitive spot on your neck, lifting you slightly and unfastening your bra with one practiced movement before tossing it beside the bed. He sucks on the skin of your neck so hard that you know he'll leave a mark, one you'll have to carefully hide under makeup the next morning. Your breathing quickens and your moans fill the quiet bedroom. Jiyong’s palms travel upward again, cupping your breasts as his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, pulling another wave of soft moans from you.
“You’re so soft, so perfect, made just for me...” he growls against your neck before lowering his mouth to your breasts, teasing one of your nipples with a gentle bite. His hands move to the zipper of your pants, unzipping them before pulling them down your thighs along with your panties. His fingers brush against your pussy, feeling the wetness waiting there. “Fuck, you’re already so wet, and I haven’t even given you all of my attention yet... What are you going to do when I’m inside you?”
His fingers slide directly between your thighs, touching your pussy for the first time as his fingertips glide over your folds, spreading your wetness over your clit. You throw your head back and dig your hands into the mattress as your trembling exhale turns into a loud, uncontrollable moan.
It's wild, drunken, sensual surrender. Jiyong kisses you and bites your sensitive nipples until he forces moan after moan from your lips. Meanwhile, your hands move to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them impatiently before pushing the fabric from his shoulders. The material slides over his skin, revealing his perfect body.
“Touch me, please,” he whispers desperately as your palm glides down his chest. “Show me how badly you want me...”
Jiyong pulls away for a moment to rid himself of his pants. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans with a sharp sound, shoving them down along with his boxers and tossing them onto the floor. Now there's nothing left between you. Your fingers finally touch his hard cock. He's big, pulsing in your palm. Jiyong moans when you grip him firmly and begin stroking him in long, smooth motions. His hips instinctively press closer, thrusting into your palm.
“Fuck... That’s it, babygirl,” he breathes, closing his eyes as a satisfied smile spreads across his face. At the same time, his fingertips glide along the inside of your thigh. “Keep going. I’m so fucking ready for you... Show me what you can do before I ruin you.”
Everything melts into one heated blur. Your ragged breathing, the scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol, and the uncontrollable desire between you all blur together. After a moment, Jiyong pulls away, settles between your thighs, and fixes his gaze directly on your face. His fingers continue tracing your inner thigh before moving higher to slide two long fingers inside you. He begins stretching you slowly, preparing your body for his cock while his thumb circles your clit, creating a wave of mutual pleasure that makes your head spin.
“So wet for me,” he hisses when he feels you tightening and trembling around his fingers. “You’re milking my fingers... I want to taste you so fucking badly...”
Before you can answer, Jiyong slides down your body. His palms firmly spread your knees apart before he buries his face between your thighs. Your quiet cry of surprise disappears into the dim bedroom when you feel the warmth of his breath against your sensitive pussy.
Jiyong doesn’t wait. His tongue drags over you for the first time in one long, slow stroke directly across your pulsing clit. Your hips arch upward and your fingers desperately clutch the sheets as a sharp wave of pleasure surges through you. Jiyong growls in satisfaction at your reaction, devouring you with predatory intensity. His lips close firmly around your clit while his tongue flicks over it relentlessly, and two of his fingers push back inside you, setting a merciless pace.
“Jiyong... Oh God, Jiyong,” you moan breathlessly, intoxicated by desire and the alcohol still flowing through your veins. You feel the strength of his shoulders beneath your thighs and the persistent pressure of his mouth and tongue driving you insane. With every new stroke of his tongue, you feel the tension inside you rising closer to the breaking point.
Just as he brings you to the edge, he suddenly pulls away. He looks up at you, his lips shining with your wetness and pure triumph burning in his eyes.
“You taste incredible,” he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. “Sweet, hot, and completely mine... I want you. I want to fuck you so badly.”
You look into his eyes, trembling, turned on, and bold from the alcohol that's washed away your final restraints. “Then talk less and do more,” you breathe, even though your voice shakes with impatience and the lingering heat of his teasing.
Jiyong smiles dangerously. “Dirty girl.”
Without hesitation, he grabs your hips and pulls you directly beneath him. He spreads your knees even farther apart, settles between your thighs, and looks at you one last time to make sure you want him just as desperately as he wants you. When you impatiently roll your hips against his, he tightens his grip and thrusts into you in one sharp movement, burying himself to the hilt.
A loud, uncontrollable cry tears from your mouth and catches in your throat. His size completely overwhelms you for a moment. He's so big and hard that it feels as though he's stretching you from the inside beyond your limits. Jiyong immediately stops. The muscles across his back are tight, and he breathes heavily against your shoulder, giving you a moment to adjust to him.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t expecting this,” he growls hoarsely into your ear when he feels your pussy pulsing around him, desperate to take every inch of his cock.
The moment he notices your hips beginning to relax and you arch against him, he stops holding back and begins thrusting into you. Your eyes close in pleasure, your fingers dig into his shoulders, and all you can feel is the way he drives into you, every new thrust forcing you to gasp for breath.
“You like that?” Jiyong pants as he buries himself all the way inside you, his body slamming hard against yours. A rough moan rises from his chest while he watches you writhe helplessly beneath him with every thrust.
“Yes,” you breathe, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. “Go faster, give me more...”
Jiyong smiles in satisfaction and immediately increases both the speed and depth of his thrusts. His pace is relentless. Every thrust fills you with his entire length, striking the sensitive spot deep inside you. The bedroom fills with the sound of your bodies slamming together in a steady rhythm, his rough moans, and your broken gasps.
“Touch yourself,” he suddenly commands, his eyes dark and focused. “I want to watch you rub your clit while I fuck you...”
Without the hesitation, your hand slides between your bodies and your trembling fingers find your sensitive clit, slick and swollen with desire. You begin rubbing yourself in rhythm with his thrusts, immediately feeling yourself approaching the edge again, tightening harder around him.
“That’s it,” Jiyong breathes with a quiet growl when he sees you writhing beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut. “Come for me... I want to feel you tighten around me when you come. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Oh fuck, Jiyong, it feels so good…” You're in an absolute trance, your body pulsing with pure pleasure while the last traces of alcohol pleasantly blur the inhibitions you'd normally have during sex with a man you've only known for a few hours. You're so completely lost in the moment and the effort to reach your orgasm that you don't even notice someone has been standing in the half-open bedroom doorway for a while, watching what's happening on Jiyong's bed.
Jiyong, however, pauses almost imperceptibly in the middle of one deep, slower thrust, and the muscles across his back stiffen. He slowly turns his head toward the door, raising one eyebrow as a smirk appears on his lips. You're still lying beneath him, breathing heavily, and you're too far gone for it to pull you out of the moment. Your hips lift instinctively, and you don't understand why he's stopped. You want more, and his stillness is destroying you.
Then a deep, raspy voice cuts through the silence, instantly sending goosebumps across your entire body.
“You’re rushing, Jiyong. You always rush everything... Neither of you is going to enjoy it properly like that,” Seunghyun’s low voice says.
Your eyes fly open, and you tilt your head back enough to see Seunghyun’s silhouette in the dim doorway. He's leaning against the frame, wearing a loose black T-shirt and matching dark boxers. The thin fabric can no longer hide how hard he is, or how much the sight of the two of you has turned him on. Slowly, without a single hurried movement, he grips the hem of his shirt, pulls it over his head, and lets it fall to the floor. His dark eyes never leave yours for even a second. He sees you completely naked, vulnerable, and spread beneath his best friend, his gaze locked on the hand that was moving between your thighs only moments ago...
Instead of panic or shame, a wild wave of heat spreads through you. The thought that Seunghyun's been watching you like this, and that he clearly wants you, makes your heart pound even faster with desire and alcohol.
Jiyong lets out a quiet, amused laugh, watching Seunghyun before lowering his gaze to you. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he deliberately drives into you again, slowly and deeply, right in front of Seunghyun’s eyes. A long moan escapes your lips as your body adjusts to the renewed pressure of his thrusts.
Seunghyun takes one slow step toward the bed, his presence instantly filling the room. He watches Jiyong thrusting into you as though Seunghyun isn't even there. He watches your thighs tremble, seeing how desperately you react to every thrust.
“She really is beautiful... Were you seriously planning to keep her all to yourself?”
Jiyong tightens his grip on your hips and lets out a soft laugh. “No. I just knew we’d probably wake you up and that you’d invite yourself in...”
“Can I join you?” Seunghyun asks, tearing his gaze away from Jiyong and looking down at you.
He waits for your answer before moving any closer.
“Yes...” you breathe, unable to stop your gaze from dropping to the hard outline beneath his boxer briefs. You bite your lower lip and impatiently reach toward his thigh.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, Seunghyun slides his boxers down his long legs and kicks them aside. Your eyes follow his every move, your breath hitching as his fully erect cock springs free. He's thick, heavy, and pulsing with anticipation, entirely bare before you now.
Seunghyun’s lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he tilts his head slightly. “Do you like what you see?”
You part your lips, but your voice catches in your throat.
Seunghyun kneels on the mattress beside your head, his long fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from your damp forehead before his fingertips glide across your cheek.
“You're really going to let us both have you, princess?” he asks in a low, dangerous murmur.
When you nod and pull him closer, only then does his other hand slide along your inner thigh to spread your legs a little wider, giving Jiyong enough space to thrust even deeper. The new pressure makes you throw your head back and moan.
Seunghyun leans down toward you, finding your lips to silence your moans with a kiss. His tongue takes possession of your mouth with calm dominance while Jiyong moves inside you in a steady rhythm. You're trapped between the two of them, surrounded by their scent, their heat, and their presence...
When Seunghyun finally pulls away from your lips, his gaze drops toward your hips. Jiyong seems to know exactly what he wants. Slowly, they guide you into a new position together. Jiyong carefully slides out of you, making you moan quietly at the loss, as their hands turn you over onto all fours.
Your knees sink into the soft silk, your hands tremble, and your head spins pleasantly as you find yourself face-to-face with Seunghyun, who is kneeling directly in front of you. Jiyong doesn’t waste a moment behind you. He moves close, running his palms over your hips to squeeze your ass gently before his hands grip them firmly. From this new angle, he guides the tip of his cock back inside you in one deep thrust.
An helplesscry tears from your mouth. Jiyong holds you firmly, his thrusts deeper and more forceful in this position. You arch your back beneath the pressure, pushing yourself even closer to Seunghyun, who's kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard cock several times before moving closer. You lift your hazy gaze to meet his, his eyes dark, hungry, and focused entirely on you, on your eyes and your mouth.
“Princess...” Seunghyun whispers hoarsely, his deep voice driving you crazy. One hand slides into your hair, gently forcing your head back. “I want to feel your beautiful mouth around my cock... Do you want that too?”
Behind you, Jiyong thrusts even deeper with a low moan. The angle is perfect, every thrust striking your most sensitive spot with absolute precision. You feel his fingers digging into your hips, stretching you, taking you with his entire length. The sound of skin slamming against skin mixes with Jiyong’s uneven breathing, his expression far too easy to imagine even though you can't see him, because your eyes are locked only on Seunghyun.
“I do...” Your voice shakes, and your throat feels tight and completely dry. “I want your cock deep in my throat... right now.”
Seunghyun growls in satisfaction and pushes his hips closer to your face before gently tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip. “Then open up. Open that beautiful mouth and take me... Show me how badly you want it.”
Your lips part and you exhale shakily when the smooth, wet tip of his cock touches your tongue for the first time. Salty drops of precum spread through your mouth, and you lean forward without hesitation. At first, you only circle his tip with your tongue, sucking gently and enjoying his taste. After a moment, you press your tongue against the slit at the tip before slowly beginning to take more of him into your mouth.
“Fuck,” Seunghyun breathes, his head falling back as pleasure surges through his body. “That feels so fucking good... Give me more, princess. Take me deeper...”
Seunghyun’s large palms slide into your hair, his fingers weaving through the hair, but he doesn’t pull. He only holds you firmly, controlling the depth while adjusting his hips to the pace you set by moving your head back and forth. You raise one hand and place it against his thigh to let him know if you need to breathe, feeling the muscles beneath your palm tightening and his breathing growing faster. You hollow your cheeks, sealing your lips around Seunghyun’s cock and sucking him tight as you move your head faster, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.
Behind you, Jiyong growls in satisfaction, taking in the perfect view of both of you. His thrusts are short, sharp, and merciless, driving into your body one after another. The bed creaks beneath the weight of your passion as his heated skin slams hard against yours.
“Fuck, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Jiyong pants through his teeth, his voice rough as he begins losing control. “I can feel you tightening around me... Do you want to come that badly?”
You have no chance to answer, only moaning around Seunghyun’s cock, which makes him begin meeting your pace more eagerly. His hips move in a calm, steady rhythm that creates a torturous contrast to Jiyong’s wild thrusts. You feel him against your tongue and deep in your throat, your muscles instinctively tightening around him every time you swallow. His moans remain low and rough, but with every thrust, he loses more of his careful control.
“Princess,” Seunghyun groans again, this time completely undone by your mouth. “God... You suck me so fucking good...”
Jiyong hits your most sensitive spot every time he drives into you, sending you racing uncontrollably toward the edge. The pressure, the intensity, and the knowledge that you're filled from both sides, surrendering to two men at once, drives you insane. Every deep thrust from Jiyong rubs exactly where you need it until tears of pleasure fill your eyes.
Seunghyun’s moans grow louder and his fingers tighten in your hair as his hips move faster. “Come with me, princess,” he urges in a hoarse, desperate voice. “I want to feel your throat tighten around me when you come...”
Jiyong’s thrusts grow rougher behind you, his self-control completely shattered. His pace is deep and fast, his grip on your hips so firm that his knuckles turn white. The bedroom fills with the raw sound of skin slamming against skin and your broken breathing.
The unbearable intensity in your lower stomach, Jiyong’s relentless pace, and Seunghyun deep in your throat, his hoarse moaning finally throwing you over the edge. A violent spasm surges through your body. Only a muffled, strangled sob escapes around Seunghyun’s cock as you arch into a breathless orgasm. Your inner muscles clench wildly around Jiyong while your mouth tightens around Seunghyun, forcing both men to moan loudly at almost the exact same moment.
After a while, when your frantic breathing begins to calm, Seunghyun straightens above you, pulling back to let you breathe. His eyes are darker than ever, but his movements remain surprisingly gentle. One palm strokes your cheek while the other supports your shoulder to help you steady yourself after the shattering orgasm.
Jiyong remains inside you for a moment, still hard, just like Seunghyun. His hands slowly slide from your waist along the curves of your hips, his thumbs drawing soothing circles over your sweaty skin to give you time to recover. Then he grips your hips firmly, slowly pulling out of you, and with Seunghyun’s help carefully turns you over to lower you onto your back against the silk sheets. His gaze remains predatory, his lips trembling slightly, his entire body clearly ready to continue as Jiyong and Seunghyun exchange positions without a word.
Seunghyun moves between your spread thighs. Unlike Jiyong’s, his movements are slow, deliberate, and perfectly controlled. His large palms slide beneath your thighs, lifting your hips higher as his cock presses against your entrance.
“Ready for another round?” he asks in a quiet, deep voice that makes your lower stomach tighten while he continues stroking your trembling thighs in slow circles.
All you can do is nod and shift your hips closer to him. With parted lips, you watch as he slowly pushes inside you, his size filling you relentlessly, inch by inch. You feel his entire length stretching you open, claiming you all the way to the deepest part of your body. His pace is almost hypnotic, completely different from Jiyong’s but equally perfect. He gives you one deep thrust, pausing for a moment to look into your eyes before pushing a little farther than before.
“God, can you feel it too, princess? How deep I am and how completely I’m filling you?” he asks hoarsely, buried so deeply inside you that there's almost no space left between your bodies.
“Yes,” you breathe, desperately clutching the sheets beneath your fingers. “It feels so good...”
Jiyong doesn’t stay still for long, kneeling beside your hip to watch in fascination as Seunghyun drives into you with deep, slow thrusts. One hand wraps firmly around his own cock, still pulsing with the need to come, as he begins stroking himself in long, firm motions. He watches Seunghyun’s muscular body move rhythmically between your legs, drinking in the way pleasure transforms your expression.
“You’re so beautiful, so perfect... I feel like I could come right now just from looking at your face and your body...”
His other hand slides over your tight, sweaty stomach toward your clit, extremely sensitive and swollen after your first orgasm. Jiyong’s fingers begin rubbing it in perfect rhythm with Seunghyun’s deep thrusts.
“Still so sensitive...”
At the same moment, Jiyong bends low over you, his rapid breathing warming your skin. He presses his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your kisses are hungry and wet while Seunghyun maintains his focused rhythm between your thighs, pushing you closer to another orgasm. Jiyong pulls back just enough for his lips to still brush yours as he whispers so quietly that only you can hear him.
“Do you like it, babygirl?”
You nod desperately, completely lost in the heated chaos. Your fingers slide into his hair, pulling him back into another hungry kiss to drown your loud sob of pleasure in his mouth.
Seunghyun watches the two of you from his position, his gaze fixed on Jiyong’s fingers and your tangled lips. The sight drives him wild, his hips moving a little faster while maintaining the depth of his thrusts, forcing you to arch your back every time he drives into you.
Jiyong presses harder against your clit, teasing you in a perfect rhythm, pushing you helplessly toward the edge. You're trapped between Seunghyun’s deep thrusts, Jiyong’s mouth, and his fingers working your clit.
“Please,” you breathe against Jiyong’s lips in an agony of pure pleasure, your hips twisting uncontrollably beneath the weight of both men. “I’m... I’m so close...”
“Not yet,” Seunghyun commands, immediately slowing down. “Hold on a little longer. We want you to enjoy this as much as we are.”
Jiyong pulls away from your mouth but doesn’t release you, taking your hand to guide your fingers directly around his cock, pulsing firmly in your palm, hard and heavy.
“Not yet,” Seunghyun commands, immediately slowing down. “Hold on a little longer. We want you to enjoy this as much as we are.”
Jiyong pulls away from your mouth but doesn’t release you, taking your hand to guide your fingers directly around his cock, pulsing firmly in your palm, hard and heavy.
“Stroke me, baby,” he whispers, his gaze fixed on your lips. “I want to feel your fingers. Make me come...”
Your hand closes firmly around the thick length of his cock. You begin stroking him smoothly and firmly up and down, skin sliding over skin slick with your combined fluids. Beneath your fingers, you feel the frantic pulse of his blood, realizing that he's racing toward his orgasm too.
“That’s it,” Jiyong breathes, his breathing quickening. “Squeeze me properly…harder...”
At that moment, Seunghyun drives into you harder, his pace quickening as his careful self-control breaks at the sight of you. His large hands roughly grip your hips so tightly that you know his fingers will leave dark bruises tomorrow. His thrusts are steady and fast, driven by a single goal.
“I'm close, princess,” Seunghyun pants, his eyes tightly closed as the muscles in his neck strain beneath the force of his pleasure. “So close, princess…”
Meanwhile, Jiyong’s fingers work your clit at a wild, slippery pace. Your body coils tight, and a new, deeper, burning wave explodes in your lower stomach. Seunghyun feels your pussy tightening around his cock, knowing you're going over the edge.
“Now,” Seunghyun growls through his teeth. “Come for us...”
A violent spasm surges through your body, your inner muscles clenching rhythmically around him as another orgasm floods you. Seunghyun lets out a hoarse cry. At the final second, he pulls out, gripping his cock to stroke it quickly until he comes with a deep, guttural moan directly across your bare stomach. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splash against your skin, pooling around your navel. Seunghyun trembles all over, gasping for breath as he looks down with dark satisfaction at the mark he's left on you.
Jiyong lets out a low, ragged moan beside you, his fingers still pressed against your swollen pussy, frozen as he focuses entirely on his own orgasm. Your grip tightens around his cock.
“Fuck...” Jiyong gasps, his back arching, and in the next second his own hot cum spills across your hand and over your breasts. White drops run over the sensitive skin of your chest, mixing with Seunghyun’s mark on your stomach, perfect proof that none of this was merely a creation of your drunken mind.
All three of you collapse into the silk sheets moments later, completely exhausted, sweaty, and breathing heavily. After a while, Seunghyun reaches toward the nightstand with a quiet exhale, taking a few tissues to gently and carefully wipe your stomach and breasts clean. Then he wraps one strong arm around your waist to pull you against his warm chest, where you can still feel the frantic beating of his heart. Jiyong immediately presses against you from the other side, wrapping one leg around you as he places a tired but unexpectedly soft kiss against your temple.
Your eyes begin closing on their own as the alcohol slowly fades, absolute exhaustion taking over. You're trapped in their embrace, surrounded by the warmth and scent of both men. Seunghyun slowly strokes your side with his large palm in a soothing rhythm while Jiyong’s fingers move gently across your bare back, drawing invisible patterns over your skin.
“Get some rest, baby,” Jiyong murmurs into the quiet bedroom, his voice completely calm and rough with sleep.
Seunghyun only hums softly in agreement, kissing your shoulder. Feeling completely safe and satisfied between their bodies, you slowly fall into a deep sleep…
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When you open your eyes the next morning, the first thing that hits you is the sharp, cold light slipping through the curtains and directly into the penthouse bedroom. A heavy silence fills the room. Your head throbs from the leftover alcohol, your entire body sore in the most satisfying way you've ever experienced. Every muscle reminds you of the wild intensity of the night...
You turn your head to find Seunghyun is no longer in bed. The space beside you is empty, the sheets on his side cold. You remember his lips, his touch, and the way his palm moved over your side before you fell asleep, but in the morning light, all that remains is a strange sense of regret that the private bubble surrounding the three of you has burst.
Jiyong is sitting on the edge of the bed with his back turned toward you. He's completely naked, his face buried in his hands as he exhales heavily and unevenly. The atmosphere in the bedroom is thick, the alcohol gone, and with it the carefree passion of last night, leaving only the raw, cold reality.
Pure desperation races through Jiyong’s mind. You only met last night, but the conversation flowed so naturally that he'd been completely captivated long before you ever left the club. You had so much to talk about, and he liked you more than he's liked anyone in a very long time. Now that he's sober, he's paralyzed by the fear that he's lost you for good. He hates himself for being so drunk and turned on that he allowed Seunghyun to join you. The thought that last night might've been the first and final moment you would ever share completely destroys him. He has no idea how to save the situation, so instead, he closes himself off...
You reach out to touch his tense back. “Jiyong...?” Your voice is hoarse and quiet.
The moment your fingertips touch his skin, Jiyong shifts away. He straightens, avoiding your gaze, his profile hard as stone. He can't bring himself to look into your eyes, expecting to see his own failure reflected there, along with the rejection he fears so much.
“You should get dressed,” Jiyong says in a quiet, exhausted voice. He sounds irritated, but beneath the coldness, there's only helplessness.
You freeze, a painful lump forming in your throat. “What?”
“This shouldn’t have happened...” He finally turns toward you, his expression unreadable and evasive. “We were really drunk. Just... get dressed and leave... please.”
The words cut deep. You feel awful because the spark between you last night had been so intense, and now he's pushing you away because of his own guilt. It wasn’t just sex... was it? You talked for hours. You laughed together. Even leaving the club, you felt as though something real had formed between you. Despite the brutal hangover, you find the last pieces of your pride, refusing to let him see how deeply his words have hurt you.
Without a word, you climb out of bed, ignoring the ache throughout your body to gather your clothes from the floor. With trembling hands, you pull on your blouse and fasten the buttons. Jiyong remains seated on the bed, staring at the floor, giving you space to leave in silence.
When you walk through the enormous, modern living room, your steps slow beside the kitchen counter.
Seunghyun is standing there.
He's already fully dressed in a clean, perfectly fitted white shirt, leaning against the marble counter with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. Unlike Jiyong, he doesn’t hide his gaze. His deep, calm eyes immediately catch yours, following your every move, searching for any small sign that might reveal how badly you're truly feeling...
“I made breakfast...and coffee. You should eat something before you leave.”
You turn toward him while the morning hangover continues throbbing against your temples. You really need to drink and eat, you‘re incredibly hungry, but the thought of sitting here having breakfast with Seunghyun while Jiyong waits in his bedroom for you to leave doesn’t let you consider the kind offer for even a moment.
“Thank you, Seunghyun,” you breathe in a quiet but steady voice. “But I’m not hungry. I want to go home.”
Seunghyun nods in understanding, making no move to persuade you. He places his coffee on the counter and walks toward the barstool where your coat is draped over the back. You vaguely remember it lying on the hallway floor last night, exactly where Jiyong stripped it from you. Seunghyun must've picked it up this morning, bringing it into the kitchen.
He approaches you with slow, calm steps. Lifting the coat from the chair, he holds it open to help you slide your arms inside. While adjusting the collar, his hand pauses briefly near your neck, as though he wants to stroke your face, or perhaps you're only imagining it because your desperate mind is searching for any small sign that last night wasn’t a mistake, that it wasn’t something you should regret.
Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Seunghyun is treating you incredibly kindly, and if Jiyong weren't in the penthouse, you'd be grateful for both the breakfast and Seunghyun’s presence.
“Jiyong gets these nasty hangovers, especially when he starts overthinking. He gets moody and pushes everyone away. Don’t take it personally,” he says, interrupting your thoughts, his voice calming you in a strange way.
He walks you toward the door and opens it.
“Take care of yourself, princess.”
The way he addresses you sends heat to your cheeks, forcing you to lower your face into the collar of your coat. His words echo relentlessly inside your head, returning again and again, and you don’t have the strength to answer him.
You step into the mirrored elevator.
Only when the doors close and the cabin moves downward with a quiet hum does your proud mask finally fall away. Tears spill over your cheeks, the same tears you fought so hard to hold back inside the penthouse. The sight of your reflection in the mirror is miserable, your eyes tired, your hair disheveled, and your lips a raw reminder that they belonged to both of them only a few hours ago.
Jiyong’s cold words about a drunken mistake still burn in your chest. All the chemistry between you at the bar had felt so real...
Or are you genuinely that naive and stupid?
The phone you've been clutching tightly suddenly vibrates.
You flinch and look down at the screen, where a new message is waiting.
From Jiyong...
Seeing his name reminds you how you laughingly swapped phones at the club to save your numbers, promising that you absolutely had to see each other again.
Your heart pounds in your throat. With a trembling finger, you open the message, and before you can even finish reading, another notification appears beneath it.
Then another...
J: I’m sorry about this morning.
J: I fucked it up...
J: I was so fucking drunk last night... Now that I’m sober, the thought of sharing you is destroying me...
J: I want to make it right. Just you and me. Will you give me another chance? Please..
You release a deep breath, leaning your back against the cold mirror of the elevator. The heavy knot inside your chest slowly dissolves. It wasn’t rejection caused by a lack of interest, but possessive jealousy, fear, and a man’s ego that couldn’t handle waking up the next morning. His messages explain why he changed so suddenly, but they don’t erase the way he sent you away only moments ago.
Relief mixes with pain and the remains of your justified anger, and yet a faint, tired smile appears on your lips… You'll answer him when you're safely home and have had time to calm down.
You turn off the screen, sliding your phone into your coat pocket. But at that moment, your fingers touch something else inside, something that definitely wasn’t there last night...
Confused, you reach deeper to pull out a small, neatly folded piece of paper. You open it, your eyes moving over the sharp handwriting. There's a phone number written there, and beneath it:
Some sins are worth repeating. And I don’t like giving up things once I’ve had a taste of them. I’d like to see you again, this time without Jiyong. Call me.
Seunghyun
Your breath catches.
Seunghyun must've slipped the note into your coat pocket this morning when he went into the kitchen... While Jiyong was drowning in his own regret and is now asking you for a second chance at a normal beginning, Seunghyun is making it clear without hesitation or apology that he's interested in you.
The memories of last night immediately resurface, two completely different energies tearing you apart. Jiyong... wild, impulsive, and burning. His lips against your neck, his hoarse whispers, and the hunger that drove you insane.
And Seunghyun... his calm strength, firm hands, dominant kisses, and deep voice that sent goosebumps across your skin...
Both of them tasted you, both of them marked you... And you want both of them, each in a different way.
The elevator reaches the ground floor with a quiet chime, the doors opening into the spacious lobby. Beyond the glass walls, the busy morning streets of Seoul are already alive. You hide the note back inside your pocket beside the phone that vibrates again, and for the first time, you take a proper breath.
You're caught exactly in the middle.
Between two sins
And which one you eventually surrender to is now entirely up to you…
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CH 7
More people have arrived, including Chae Kyoung-Sun, the art director from Squid Game and Seunghyun’s Studio54 music video. The last time you saw her was in LA when things were…less than ideal.
“Y/N!” She calls out to you. “I didn’t think I’d see you here. Is Jae-Joon with you?”
“Um, no. Not tonight.” You say quietly.
“His announced retirement from acting was a shock. What are you two going to get up to with all his free time? The tabloids mentioned a baby on the way…” She winks, before her eyes drift to your midsection. You raise your wine glass, taking a long sip, shutting down her theory.
”Oh, well. You know how the media loves rumors.” Her attention is drawn to the intricate diamond band on your middle finger. “Your ring is stunning. Jae really out did himself. It’s clear that he is dedicated to curating the most beautiful life for the two of you. I look forward to seeing it unfold.”
You smile back at her. “He is very dedicated to making his dreams come true.” You say convincingly, when you hear Seunghyun’s graveled laughter across the room, grabbing you attention. “If you’ll excuse me.”
The chimes of Seoul Chaos followed by Seunghyun’s harmonizing vocals send a chill down your spine as you recall last year.
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Your trip to LA was going to be a fresh start. You would wipe yourself clean of Seunghyun for good and move towards your new life with Jae. No more wavering.
The lust you once had for Seunghyun had been replaced with anger, which fueled your desire to make Jae’s dreams a reality, propelling the narrative forward. Jae was vocal in interviews about settling down with you and starting a family and you no longer denied it. Instead, you committed to the bit, showing affection publicly and speaking candidly about your future together when on the red carpet. The media loved you as a couple and the tabloids loved making predictions about your lives together, giving you motivation to keep going. What you didn’t know is that every wedding prediction and baby watch post was ripping Seunghyun’s heart out.
You and Jae ring in the New Year of 2025 in LA where he is filming what is said to be the biggest film of his career.
It will also be his last. After much deliberation, he’s decided to retire from acting and follow his dream of pursuing a simplistic life.
In a strange chain of events, that you could only chalk up to fate, you run into Seunghyun while at lunch with Jae. He’s telling you about the property he is purchasing when he notices someone familiar enter the restaurant. You prepare yourself for an introduction.
“Hey babe, this is IRKO. He’s been working on the sound mixing for the film soundtrack.”
“A pleasure.” You smile, extending your hand.
“So you’re the infamous Y/N.” He smiles. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Jae.” He then turns his attention behind him. “This is TOP.”
You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
”Hey, Seunghyun!” Jae stands, hugging him. “Good to see you again. Your work on Squid Game was amazing. You here for promotion?”
“No, working on music actually.”
His solo album.
”You two know each other? Small world!” IRKO exclaims. “Have you met Jae’s lovely lady?”
“It’s good to see you too.” You mumble as he turns to walk towards their table.
IRKO follows after a friendly wave, oblivious to the awkwardness of the situation.
“He’s an interesting one…standoffish. No wonder things didn’t work out when you met for that art acquisition I asked about.” Jae chuckles, reflecting on the interaction. “He’s become such a recluse. It’s hard to believe he once shared a stage with G Dragon. Now that’s an idol...”
“Speaking of GD. He’s invited us to the opening Übermensh show in Korea next month…I thought it would be a good break from work.” You smile wide.
“No way! That’s awesome, babe.” He says, genuinely excited. “It’s still so wild to me that you have that kind of relationship with him.”
“I told you we were close. You just can’t seem to wrap your head around it.” You grin. You’ve been trying to allude to the impact BIGBANG has had on your life in hopes of coming clean with Jae about your past. Each time you bring it up he seems to brush it off, not wanting to fully hear what you’re saying.
Jae then jumps into a long spiel about the land he’s closing on in Jeju Island. The secluded, off the grid style location is beautiful, just not really your vibe…but it will be, you tell yourself. Your mind wanders as you look around the cafe just in time to lock eyes with Seunghyun. You remain emotionless and you can tell by his expression it hurts. Good.
As you and Jae stand to leave you pull him into a kiss. He grabs your ass in response and you let out a playful giggle in hopes of drawing attention. You look back to see Seunghyun’s jaw clench before leaving the cafe hand in hand.
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A month later, you and Jae have the time of your lives at Jiyong’s concert. The after party is filled with you making introductions for Jae who is astounded by the amount of people you know in the music industry.
“My girl is a celebrity!” He says kissing you deeply. “This has been the best night. I’m so glad you pulled me away from filming. LA was really dragging me down.”
“You deserve it.” You say kissing him back. “Besides…gotta get out while we can right?” You wink, feeding into his ‘let’s start a family’ plan.
Jae is whispering something about finding a coat closet to hook up in when you look up to see Jiyong spot you from across the room. He heads directly towards you.
“Shit, that’s G Dragon.” Jae says enthusiastically. “Do you think he’s coming this way to talk with us?”
“I’m sure he is.” You say apprehensively, knowing Jiyong is coming for you.
When he reaches your table, Jiyong puts on a show. “Infamous actor Kim Jae-Joon, good to finally meet you in person.”
Starstruck, Jae grips his hand tightly. “The fact that you have heard of me floors me. It’s truly an honor. Your show was outstanding.” He looks to you, nervously. “I-I guess you know my girlfriend already?”
“I could never forget her.” Jiyong says, emotionless. “I actually need to borrow her for a moment. Hope you don’t mind Jae.” He says, flashing his million dollar smile.
“Oh, no, of course…by all means.” Jae smiles awkwardly.
“It’ll only take a minute.” Jiyong links his arm with yours and leads you towards a back hallway.
“Ji…slow down…” You prompt as he all but pushes you into the hall.
Once secluded, he lays into you. “What the fuck are you doing Y/N?”
“Good to see you too Ji…”
He stares back at you. “Are you having fun in your delusional world, playing house with your Korean actor Ken doll?”
You cross your arms, angrily. “I am living my life like he told me to Ji. If you have questions, maybe you should take it up with Seunghyun.” You see Jae searching you out in the crowd.
“Oh trust me, we’ve talked. Plenty.”
“Then you would know that HE made this choice. He’s done with me.”
“That’s not true.” Jiyong shakes his head in disagreement. “Every article released about you two, every tabloid hinting at a wedding or baby is killing him. ”
You look back at him in confusion. “He told me to choose Jae. I was fully prepared to leave but Seunghyun told me not to. He said he was bad for me. That he would just hurt me again and that I had to let him go for good. He ended things, Ji, not me.”
Jiyong stares back at you.
“I know it’s easy for you to blame me and think that I am the reason for all this after everything we have been through but this time I was all in and ready to throw this life away. Seunghyun didn’t give me the option.” You say sternly. “He doesn’t want me, Ji.”
Jiyong’s face falls. “He didn’t mean what he said…he wants to be with you. He’s just too scared to admit it.”
“He’s had a lot of time to step up and be brave.” Jae locks eyes with you across the way and waves. You put on a smile and wave back to the man that is now your future. You then pause, letting your guard down. “I never stopped loving him.” You say, breaking your gaze, returning it to Jiyong. “I love him more than he will ever understand….”
“I know…” he says quietly. “I know he’s still in love with you too… he always will be.” He pauses, then adds, “What if he told you to leave and be with him? That would change things…right?”
You shake your head. “In a perfect world…but we both know he won’t do that. I can’t keep playing this game. Jae is going to be my future now. I am going to marry him and start our life together sooner rather than later. Seunghyun has to live with that. Unfortunately, you are going to have to just pick up the pieces.”
Jiyong looks at you, sorrowfully, and nods, knowing in his heart, it’s done.
“Thank you for a great night G Dragon.” You say before turning away, back to Jae.
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When May comes all eyes are on Jae. The day of TUDUM is hectic. At the event, Jae is presenting the teaser trailer for his new film and planning to announce his retirement after its release. As a celebration, you scheduled the pick up of the David Hockney piece Seunghyun helped you acquire for that night.
The plan was to hit the red carpet, do pictures and press, enjoy the event, and then head out to pick up the piece around 8pm. Jae was elated when you told him.
“What a coincidence…I have quite the surprise arranged for you tonight as well.” He says into the crook of your neck, his hand sliding up your thigh.
“Control yourself.” You blush. “We are next on the press carpet.”
He doesn’t stop. His hands are all over you for every paparazzi photo. When you get to the press line, every question is the same. Marriage, family, future acting roles…and then Rolling Stone Korea steps in.
“Jae-Joon, you’re at your peak popularity. Your fans look forward to what you have to share with them tonight. But I think they are all wondering if the rumors are true? Is there a little action star on the way for you two?”
Jae, loving the attention, feeds into it, placing his hand just right on your waistline. “It’s all we’ve ever wanted, so only time will tell.” He winks before pulling you away.
“They are going to have a field day with that babe.” You say through laughter as you head towards the other photo-ops.
“Let them talk. We will manifest it together.” He grins.
Seunghyun lingers back in the pressline. You hadn’t noticed he was behind you and had heard the whole exchange. He saw the way Jae held onto you protectively, kissed you, touched you. And now you were…he didn’t want to think about it. He made the choice to let you go. It shouldn’t be surprising to see you moving on. He had no one to be angry with but himself. So he takes a deep breath, and does what he does best. Pretend.
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Jae leaves you to find the green room space you’ve been assigned backstage. He had his manager track down some boxes of old photos from your apartment back in Seoul so he could find the picture of himself as a kid with the painting. He wanted to bring it for good luck later tonight when the two of you picked up the painting together. You laugh at the thought of his manager lugging boxes of photos into a Netflix event.
“I apologize in advance, there was a mix up and we had to create a shared space for you and Mr. Kim with another actor.” One of the backstage managers tells you as she escorts you down a long hall.
“It’s no problem. Really.” You assure her, reaching the door. “I appreciate all your hard work. Jae and I are easy going, we are happy to share the space.”
“Please let me know if you need anything.” She replies, relieved. “Their segment is one of the first to go on so you’ll have some alone time while they’re on stage. Mr. Kim will be called for when his time arrives.”
You nod graciously and enter the room to find your bags containing your change of clothes for tonight already waiting along with…Seunghyun.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say out loud.
“I was just as surprised as you are when they told me.” He says coldly, not looking up from his phone.
He’s wearing sunglasses and a black on black Alexander McQueen suit with star embellishments. He looks…sexy.
You grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take a long drink to distract yourself. “You didn't think to tell them it was a bad idea?”
“They didn’t give me much choice.” He says standing. “You know I prefer not to ruffle feathers if I can help it so I just let it be. I wasn’t aware being in the same room with me would be so triggering for you.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” You say approaching him. “A certain Dragon told me not too long ago that you’re the one who can’t handle it.” You say raising your voice.
“I’m not trying to upset you…” He says, his demeanor changing. “I go onstage soon so I’ll be out of your hair.”
You look at him, frustrated, and begin pacing. “Fine. Whatever.”
“Hey…Take a deep breath, sit.” He says gesturing to the couch. “Stress can’t be good for you and the b…” He doesn’t finish the sentence but his gaze settles on your figure.
You instinctively cross your arms over your midsection. “I’m not pregnant, if that’s what you’re insinuating. You of all people shouldn’t believe everything you see or read in the news.”
You note a flood of relief that crosses his face as there is a knock at the door.
“Mr. Choi? You’re on stage in five.” The stage manager calls through the door.
“See? I’m already gone.” He says, hands up, turning towards the door.
“Break a leg.” You tell him, as he turns to leave.
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When Jae enters a few moments later, he’s carrying a duffle bag and his demeanor has changed drastically from when you left him.
“Aw babe, you couldn’t find the photo?” You ask, disappointed for him.
He tosses the bag into the couch and looks at you. “Oh, no…I found it…along with some other memories I wasn’t aware of. Care to take a look?” He questions, gesturing to the bag.
You walk over, peering inside. What you find is your own box of photos. The one once hidden under your side of the bed. His manager must’ve misunderstood and grabbed both…You didn’t do the best at hiding it honestly. You knew this day would come, you just weren’t expecting the conversation to begin here in LA at TUDUM of all places.
“This is my photo box from when I was with YG.” You say, opening the lid.
“Sure.” He says, firmly. “But I’d say there’s more than just old dance memories in that box. Looks like you and Seunghyun were a lot closer than you initially led on.”
He went through all of them? You think to yourself as you pick up a Polaroid capturing you in Seunghyun’s lap, kissing him passionately, his hand on your hip and your hand buried in his bleached white hair.
“There’s a lot like that. Some are even more provocative. I’d say your relationship was more than a fling. ” He says, his voice laced with anger.
“I never said it was.” You attempt to keep your voice calm. “Those were your words, not mine. I just never really had the chance to…”
“Tell me you were madly in love with him?”
“Jae…some of these were taken over 15 years ago…”
“But this wasn’t.” He says holding the ultrasound photo up at you.
You open your mouth, but you can’t quite find the words to respond.
“Do you have a secret love child out there that I don’t know about? God, Y/N this is…a big thing to keep from me for so long…” He says, frustrated. “You hid a pregnancy from me…”
“I…I found out I was pregnant in 2019.”
Jae looks at the photo and back at you. “By whom? A one night stand? Tell me it was a stupid mistake.”
You look back at him, silent.
“If that baby was his Y/N…it changes everything. Tell me the baby wasn’t his Y/N…Tell me!!!”
Seunghyun returns from his Squid Game segment just as Jae’s voice intensifies.
“Oh great! This is perfect timing.” Jae’s laugh is unsettling as he turns to Seunghyun. “Maybe you can shed some light on this situation. Does this look familiar?” Jae asks, holding up the ultrasound photo. “Did you knock her up? Was this yours?” He prods.
Seunghyun winces at his words but does his best to maintain his cool. “Jae, you need to calm down. We are all adults here, we can talk about this calmly.”
“Fuck! Your expression tells me all I need to know.” Jae groans in frustration as he shifts his focus between you and Seunghyun. “So what happened to the baby?” He asks, sticking his finger in Seunghyun’s chest. “Did you make her get an abortion because the infamous TOP from BIGBANG couldn’t handle fatherhood? Didn’t want a baby throwing off your idol success?”
Seunghyun keeps his composure and says nothing, but his eyes are locked on you.
Silent tears stream down your cheeks as you gather the nerve to say your piece. “It was unexpected…but…I…”
“But what? Couldn’t fathom the idea of being a mother?”
“Don’t talk to her like that.” Seunghyun says sternly, coming to your defense, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“You ran from responsibility and gave it up? Or…”
“We lost the baby.” Seunghyun finishes the sentence so you don’t have to. “Is that the answer you wanted to hear? She would’ve been an amazing mother but was robbed of the opportunity. If you would shut up for five minutes then maybe she could explain things to you.”
Jae looks at you, recalling the story shared before. “That story you told me…about your friend…”
“I wasn’t truthful…it happened to me.” You say quietly.
The color drains from his face. “Is this why you recoiled every time I brought up starting a family? Because of the baby you almost had with…him?” He points angrily at Seunghyun.
“Jae…” You sob. “I didn’t know how to tell you…I tried but…”
“You chose to lie instead. God I am so stupid!” He paces. “You’ve always acted strange around him but I just thought it was his idol status influencing you…You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”
You’re silent as Jae continues to berate you.
“You don’t want a family with me…you want one with him!”
“ENOUGH.” Seunghyun erupts. “At the end of the day, she chose you. Are you that insecure of yourself that you can’t move past this? Yes, she withheld this from you but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s WITH you. She chose YOU.”
“The two of you had a whole life together! She’d throw it all away in a heartbeat if you would take her back!” Jae shouts.
Seunghyun looks to you, eyes full of sadness.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” Jae exclaims. “Tell me I’m overreacting and paranoid. That you want a family with me. Tell me he’ll never cross your mind ever again and I’ll let all of this go. Make your choice, him or me.”
You sink to the floor where the box of photos has tumbled to the ground. The memories of a life that left you feeling fulfilled with the man you truly love are spread out before you.
“I would choose him.” You say looking up through your tears. “I would choose him a hundred times over.”
Seunghyun stands still, absorbing your words as Jae clears his throat and straightens his suit.
“I thought you might say that…”
“I tried Jae…”
“You did a great job pretending…wasting 4 years of my life.” He exhales, gathering his things. “You know…I was going to propose to you tonight. Everything was falling into place. The marriage you told me you wanted, our kids, the house in Jeju…all the stories you told me to keep hanging on. I was going to make it a reality.”
“I’m sorry…I can’t keep pretending anymore…”
“No, not that he’s here now.” He says, patting Seunghyun on the back as he approaches the door. “So thanks for setting up this acquisition for her Seunghyun, in hindsight, I guess that painting saved me from living a life of lies.”
Seunghyun crouches beside you and begins picking up the photos.
“I am going on stage soon. I’m sticking to my plan. I will announce my retirement. My life will stay on course, yours no longer concerns me. I need you gone, Y/N. Go back to Seoul and pack your things. We are done.” His voice lacking any emotion.
“But your painting…it belongs to you now.”
“They can keep it. I don’t want to remember this night.” He exhales as he stops at the door before turning to face you. “You’ve ruined that memory for me along with so many others. I’d prefer to forget you completely. This conversation is over.” He then leaves, slamming the door behind him.
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Hey, is this a story about the present time, but the reader remembers events from the past? I did not understand very well, but I hope you understand my question ☺️🩷
Hi😊 You are correct! The story takes place in present day 2026 at a release party for Another dimension. Each chapter, the reader reflects on a moment in time from their past where the story develops.
I tried to break up the present from the past by using the ✨✨✨ emoji. When you see ✨ it means the we have entered the past.
I hope that makes sense😅 the time jump has been an interesting element to incorporate
The story will eventually catch up to present day and no longer move back and forth through time🩵
