#eym

He made his way over to you, the smirk ever present on his face, once his glam team was done. You peaked up at him through your lashes, setting your phone down as he sat down next to you. He waved out his team before his lips were on yours. You kissed him back hungrily as you moved to straddle his lap. You’d lost count how many times you’d already been in this position today but you didn’t care. He pulled back just slightly, his eyes scanning your face. 

“I go on in ten.” He whispered and you nodded.

“I won’t touch your hair then.” He smirked, shaking his head before pecking your lips lightly.

“Save it for after, when people can’t walk in on us.” You pouted, crawling off his lap. 

“Come on.” He stood up, reaching for your hand before leading you out the room.

The crowd was loud, they had been every night and you tried not to think about how tired Jiyong was every day of this tour. Some of it was your fault - not being able to keep your hands to yourself, but most of it was his. It was his last tour before enlistment and he wanted to ensure he left it all out there for his fans. You stood by as his team made sure his outfit was perfect, a small smile tugging at your lips. It was unfair how he rocked everything he wore. 

He turned to you as he slid his jacket on, winking - if you could call it that at you before holding his arms out. As if silently asking you what you thought. You’d seen this look every night and somehow it still made you weak in the knees. You nodded your approval and he grinned. He made his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands before kissing your lips gently. A tease for later, but you’d take it. 

“See you in two hours.” And then he was gone. 

You stayed backstage, watching from a little screen as Jiyong did his thing. No matter how tired he might be, his fans would never know. He left everything on that stage every night, it was so fucking hot watching him transform into G-Dragon every night. You didn’t like to think about the fact that all of that would be changing in a few short months. 

You wished there was a way you could keep him from going to the military, but it was mandatory and he’d put it off for as long as he possibly could already. The door to his sitting room swung open and you turned to face him. A worried look instantly covering his face when he made eye contact with you. 

“You okay?” His hands cupped your face as his eyes searched yours. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You nodded, giving him a once over. He’d lost his jacket and had his arms on full display. “Let’s get out of here. Don’t change.” He grinned.

In what seemed like super speed, Jiyong had gathered your things and his and led you to the waiting car. Opting to just get room service at the hotel, the car sped off towards your home for the night. This really was the perfect way to spend these last months together. A new city every few days, like a mini adventure before he left. 

It only took a few seconds before you were all over each other in the car. You had taken up your previous position from early, Jiyong’s hands on your ass. You broke the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw and towards his neck. You bit down lightly, sucking on his skin, your tongue darting out to taste him. He let out a low groan in your ear and you shifted ever so slightly, returning your mouth to his. 

You sighed into the kiss your hands finally made their way to his precious hair, tangling in them as he pulled you closer. Your hips rocked against him and he groaned again, his hand steading you against him. 

“Ok love birds, we’re here.” You broke the kiss with a groan, Jiyong smirking at you in return.

As you slid off his lap, his hands roamed your thighs and you let in a sharp inhale. Yeah, you needed him in that room now. Jiyong grabbed your bags and held his hand out for you. You happily entwined your fingers as he led you inside. After checking in at the desk, you waved goodnight to his security team and made your way to your room. 

“Should we order food?” You smirked, jumping onto the bed. 

“I’d rather just have you.” Jiyong crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. Your arms moved up to wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you.

“Perfect.” 

Your lips met his roughly, nicking at his lips slightly. He parted his lips,  your tongues massaging together in a battle of dominance. Neither of you wanting to accept defeat. Jiyong’s hands roamed your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. He shifted his weight ever so slightly and slid his hand up your shirt, he let out a goan when his hand met your breast, surprised by the lack of bra.

“Fuck.” He whispered, causing you to giggle. 

His hand massaged your breast as you broke the kiss, continuing your assault on his jaw and down his neck. You ran your hand over the mark you’d left in the car and flicked your eyes to his. He smirked at you as if to say he wasn’t worried about it. He liked it best when the world knew he was yours. 

“Do you want to talk about what you were thinking about earlier?” 

You shook your head, sitting up just enough to get the advantage on him pushing him backwards into the bed.

“Really don’t want to.” You moved to straddle his lap, your hands moving to the end of his shirt and pulling it up over his body. 

“Come on, what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” You looked down at him and sighed.

“Right now, I’m just thinking about fucking my boyfriend.” He smirked, his hands going to rest on your waist. 

“And before?” 

“Just, how much I’m going to miss you when you go.” You leaned back to take him in. 

You didn’t have much time left once the tour ended. It was all going too fast, you hated thinking about it. Jiyong tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a small smile as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing against your skin. He didn’t like to think about it, either. It was only eighteen months though and you’d still be able to see each other on the weekends. It wouldn’t be the same but he knew you’d both make the best of what time you had together. 

He leaned in, kissing you slowly. Wanting to convey all the love he felt for you and you whimpered into the kiss as he pulled you closer. As if any amount of space was too much. Who needed air when he could just breathe you in anyway? Your hips grinded against him and he groaned. He lifted your hips ever so slightly to help you remove your pants as he kicked out of his. 

Pushing your panties down, he slid a finger inside your slick folds and you let out a moan. Sliding a second digit in, he started pumping slowly. Your hands frantically pushed his boxers down, his hard member standing free and you wrapped your hand around him loosely, pumping slowly. Jiyong wrapped his free arm around your back and swiftly flipped you both over. His knee pushed your leg further apart and he removed your hand from him before he lined himself up against your entrance. He ducked his head down, his lips dragging over your skin as he kissed up your body to your lips, meeting yours hungrily as he entered you. 

Your walls clenched around him and you arched your back as he pulled out of you completely. Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked on yours as he entered you again. His hand roamed down your body, grabbing your leg and lifting it slowly to rest on his shoulder. He turned his head, kissing the inside of your thigh before repeating the same for your other leg. Positing himself comfortable, he set a slow pace, hitting your spot perfectly with each thrust.  

“Ji.” You moaned as he picked up the pace ever so slightly. 

His eyes flicked towards yours and you leaned up to capture his lips again. He kept the pace slow and steady, knowing the slow pace would drive you crazy. 

“Ji, please” You moaned against his mouth.

He responded by thrusting into you faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and you arched more, meeting every thrust. You were both close now, your nails digging into his back as he reached down, his thumb rubbing small circles over your clit, taking you over the edge. 

“Come for me.” He whispered against your lips. 

That was all it took for you to come undone. Your body tensed as your orgrasm came in waves. With one final thrust, Jiyong came alongside you, filling you up completely. Removing your legs from his shoulders, he laid you back against the mattress, his body hovering over yours as he stayed inside you for a minute longer. Your breasts flush with his chest as you both fought to catch your breath. 

“I love you.” He kissed you slowly. It was the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. That there would never be anyone else.

“I love you too.” 

Jiyong pulled out of you slowly before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. It was a mess of tangled limbs and sheets. 

“You still going to want me when I have to cut the mullet off?” He teased.

“Oh I don’t know, it’s a strong selling point.” Your hand ran through his now messy locks and you let out a sigh.

Picking up on the mood shift, Jiyong held you closer, placing a kiss to the top of your head. He didn’t like to think about what would be coming up in a few months.  He didn’t want to be without you, he currently didn’t even like being a few hours from you. How was he supposed to survive only getting to see you for a few hours once a week for the next eighteen months. 

“It’ll go by fast.” He murmured against your hair and you nodded. 

Maybe right now it was best to just pretend that was the truth, that it’d go so quick you’d hardly miss each other. So when he leaned down to press his lips to yours again, you met his eagerly. You’d spend every free moment you had kissing him, who cared about swollen lips or food when you’d not be able to kiss him like this in a couple months?