#power 2

You’d been nervous all week, worried that maybe the magic would wear off when he got to spend more than just a few hours with you. It was already arranged that you’d be taking the three weeks off training the future Olympians and staying at the AirBnB with him. Your time would be spent showing Jiyong and Daesung around when they weren’t rehearsing and spending all of weekend one at the festival. You’d never be to Coachella before and getting to experience it for the first time together would be special. 

You were at the airport, a bunch of daisies in hand, sunglasses piled atop your messy ponytail and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach - so big it felt like moths flying around. You were seated in his car, the driver and you had been making polite conversation since he’d picked you up from your house an hour ago.  And then you saw him - well, his security detail pushing people out of the way before he appeared. You couldn’t help the grin spread across your face. Suddenly the butterflies were gone. 

Jiyong slid into the car a few minutes later, Jaeho standing in just the right spot so that nobody could see inside the car. He looked at you, your heart skipped a beat and then he leaned in, his lips covering yours in a soft kiss. 

“Hi.” He smiled, forehead resting against yours, his hands still cradling your face. 

“Hi.” You went in for another kiss, but Jaeho had slid into the car, the trunk slamming shut and the driver took off.  “For you.” You pushed the daisies into his hand as he scooted back into his seat and he let out a laugh. 

“They’re perfect, thank you.” He placed them next to him, his hand reaching for yours. 

The drive to the house was met with comfortable silence, you sneaking glances at Jiyong every few minutes. His eyes were closed, head leaned back on the seat and you could only imagine how exhausted he was. Jaeho was alert though, upfront eyes looking in every direction. You’d gotten to know him a little bit in Milan and thought about talking to him. Something told you he was on the clock until Jiyong was safely where he should be and you shouldn’t bother him. 

“What were you doing?” Jiyong’s eyes were closed but he had a smirk on his lips, as if he could feel your eyes on him. 

“Nothing.” You shrugged, suddenly feeing embarrassed. Jiyong popped open an eye, his brow raised. 

“I promise I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Mostly just making sure you’re real.” You teased, causing Jiyong to bark out a laugh. 

“I’ll show you just how real I am.” Jaeho cleared his throat and you both held back a laugh at the reminder that you weren’t alone. 

You fell back into a comfortable silence, your eyes peeled to the window now as you tried to quiet your mind. You hadn’t remembered being so nervous then first time he’d ever face timed you, or when you finally met in person. Maybe that was because there was no label attached, you were friends who felt something more but hadn’t acted in anything. Now you knew what it was really like to be with him and you worried that maybe now that you were an average everyday nobody he wouldn’t be interested anymore. Maybe your comeback and determination had been what had drawn him in and without the Olympics you wouldn’t be interesting. 

You didn’t know that Jiyong thought about you nonstop since you’d gone your separate ways. That the thought of seeing you at Coachella had kept him going during late night rehearsals and the sleepless nights. You had completely turned his world upside down in the best possible way. He just wished there was a world in which you lived closer and he could see you all the time. But he would never ask you to uproot your life, not for him. 

You pulled up to the place you’d call home for the next couple weeks, it was gorgeous, not that you were shocked by that. Jiyong had exquisite taste, of course he stayed at only the best of the best. The home was big enough for all his security and for the rest of BigBang to stay without being on top of each other. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about meeting Daesung and Youngbae, but Jiyong had reassured you they were the nicest guys on the planet. Daesung had arrived first and ran outside to greet his leader like they hadn’t just seen each other hours before. 

Jiyong returned the younger man’s hug with a laugh before turning his attention to you. Daesung followed Jiyong’s movements, his eyes widening when he saw you, a smile on his face.

“Y/N it’s so nice to meet you!” You bowed in response and Daesung shook his head. “No, no, none of that!” The next thing you knew he was pulling you in for a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” You smiled as Daesung released you. Jiyong’s arm wrapped around you loosely, pulling you gently to his side.

It was a small gesture, but one that silenced the doubt in your mind for a minute. You relaxed against him, listening as Daeung babbled on about the house and his flight and how bummed he was that his girlfriend wasn’t able to come until next week. He assured you that you’d love her though and he was fine fifth wheeling for the week. 

Jiyong finally pulled you away from Daesung with a promise of dinner together later that evening. He was tired, he needed a nap and he needed some long overdo alone time with you. He led you into the master suite, which sat on the opposite end of the upstairs from all the other rooms. He closed the door behind you, locking it. He wished for a do not disturb sign to hang on the door but he knew it would just be ignored anyway. 

His arms wrapped around your smaller frame, pulling you into him as his face angled down to yours. You angled your neck, reaching for him and your lips met in a soft kiss. It didn’t take long for him to deepen it. He wanted you to know how much he missed you, how much he needed you. His tongue darted out, licking your lower lip, begging for access. You obliged, your mouth parting and your tongues met, massaging together. 

He walked you backwards toward the bed, lowered you gently and hovered over you, his lips staying on yours the entire  time. He broke the kiss as you moved back on the bed, a whine escaping your lips. He chuckled as his lips moved to your neck, up to your earlobe. He bit down gently and you gasped, a shudder running through you. 

“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.” He whispered before his lips continued their way down your body. 

He gently lifted your shirt up and you helped him remove it completely. You felt a little nervous, you’d only ever been this intimate once before. But the way Jiyong was looking at you? You had nothing to be nervous about. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes locked on yours.

 He removed your bra in one swift movement before his lips made their way down your breasts. His eyes stayed on yours as his tongue darted out, swirling around your nipple. Your breathing hitched as your back arched. He smirked, his mouth moving to your other breast and repeated the motions before he continued his way down your body. 

He moved to your shorts and pulled them and your panties down, you kicked out of them the rest of the way and Jiyong positioned himself between your thighs.  He lowered his head, his tongue darting out, moving between your slick folds. He moaned at how wet you already were as he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. His tongue swirled around your clit slowly and you let out a moan. Your back arching even more. 

Your fingers moved to curl into his hair, moving him to just the right spot. His tongue was relentless as your hips rocked back and forth. You came embarrassing quick, but you blamed it on the fact that I’d had been a few months and it was just the nature of the game. 

Jiyong moved to hover over you again, your lips connecting in a hungry kiss. You helped him remove his clothes, and he pushed into you slowly. 

“God, Jagi.” He groaned as he began to move inside of you. “You feel so good.” 

His movements were quick, but gentle. You both were just excited to finally be back together. Phone sex only did so much. You wished it could always be this way, you just didn’t know how. Not when you both lived in such different worlds. You tried to turn your brain off, focus on the moment with Jiyong. Your hips moved to meet each thrust. 

Your nails digging into his back, holding him close as he moved in and out of you. Everything about this moment was perfect, you didn’t want to leave it. Your legs locked around his back, the heels of your feet pushing into his back, urging him to move deeper inside you. He obliged, his movements quicker as he hit your sweet spot. 

Your head fell back on the bed and Jiyong reached out, his hand on your chin so that you’d look at him. You got the silent message he was trying to tell you and you locked eyes with him. He wanted to see you come undone, and you’d give him the best you had. 

You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing with each movement before you finally came. Your nails dug into his back as he worked you through your orgasm. He came with you, his release filling you up. He kissed you slowly before pulling out of you. You laid there for a minute before a giggle escaped your lips. Jiyong raised a brow and turned on his side to look at you. 

“What?” You giggled again and shook your head. 

“We wasted no time.” You managed between giggles. Jiyong gave you a lopsided grin as he laid back down on the bed. 

“Can you blame me? I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” 

You both stayed like that for a while, your brain thinking of all the ways this would hurt when he left in a couple weeks. You tried not to think about it, but you knew it was a losing battle. You loved him and you knew how much it sucked to wake up and not see him, to not get to go on dates. Your relationship was phone calls and text messages and trying to find times that overlapped. Sometimes it almost didn’t feel real, not as real as your feelings for him anyway. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m not.” 

“You have a worry dimple.” 

“I don’t have a worry dimple. That’s not a thing.” You turned to face him. 

“You do and it’s right there.” He poked the spot in between your eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. “I got very familiar with it before the Olympics but I’ve never seen it in person before. It’s fascinating.” 

“Shut up.” You laughed. You moved ever so slightly to bury your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around you and you could feel him relax against you. “I just don’t want you to go.” 

“I just got here! I’m not going anywhere.” His chin rested on the top of your head. 

“Yet.” 

“Let’s not think about it, not until we have to. Let’s just enjoy the time we have.” 

And you did. You spent every possible moment you could together, tagging along to rehearsals and outings with him and Daesung. You became fluent in pretending to just be friends. Fans already knew he’d watched you skate, it was easy to assume you’d become supportive friends over the months. They didn’t know you were dating. 

You spent the first two days of Coachella blending in with the crowd, dancing together to songs you loved, kissing in private vip lounges. Weekend one was for the influencers and celebrities and nobody cared about your relationship with Jiyong. It was a perfect weekend.

On Sunday, you hung out in his trailer, hiding when cameras came into view. You watched his pre show interview - the only one he’d done for Coachella, with his friend Kwanghee. It was amazing to see how many people had flown in from Korea to see and support the boys. Your heart swelled with pride as you watched from the sidelines. 

Bigbang had always been that group for you - the one that had saved you when you were younger, the ones that had always been there. It was surreal now that you were friends with them all and dating Jiyong. Somehow you’d managed to get the rights to skate to Bigbang and Ji’s songs and win gold because of them. No matter what happened after this trip, they would still remain the group that saved you. He would still remain the guy who inspired your comeback. Who cheered the loudest as you skated into retirement. Someone you would love and cherish for the rest of your life. 

You watched their set in awe. They didn’t miss a beat. Even if they didn’t look the same as they had pre hiatus, they found a way to make it work with three and the crowd was eating up every minute of it. You could tell Jiyong was nervous, this wasn’t the same show you’d seen in LA all those months ago. 

You watched closely as the show came to an end, saw the tears in his eyes, and knew how much this moment meant to him. How much he wished for one other person to be on that stage with them. The way he was coming to terms with the new era of his group. You met him off stage as soon as the show was over, your arms wrapping around him. He held you close for what felt like hours. 

“I’m so incredibly proud of you, Ji.” You whispered. “You were amazing.” 

“I could’ve been better. I’ll make sure it’s better next week.” He loosened his grip on you, his hand finding yours as he led you backstage. 

Everyone cheered for the guys, champagne flowing freely between everyone. The atmosphere was party mode and after everyone got the social media pictures they needed you were finally able to cuddle up with Jiyong and enjoy the night together. 

The next week went by in a blur and before you knew it, you were back at Coachella. Watching exactly what Jiyong had promised. You knew the comments of his performance, the lighting, the songs had bothered him, even when he tried not to let it get to him. 

He’d spent the last week between public appearances perfecting everything that had gone wrong, picked out new outfits, arranged songs differently and it was paying off. You were left standing there amazed and in awe of his talent, yet again. 

He found you the second the show was over and he greedily took you away from the crowd. He’d celebrated last week and tonight was his last night before he had to go home. He wanted to spend it with you. Of course he was proud of what he’d accomplished during his stay, but none of that mattered right now. The woman he loved wouldn’t be within arms reach for much longer and he needed you. 

You spent most of the night tangled in the sheets, trying to convey how much you meant to each other, how much you’d miss each other. How much you loved each other and when morning came you had a teary goodbye. 

“I hate this.” You sniffled as you angrily wiped at your eyes. 

“Me too.” Jiyong’s hands cupped your face, and his forehead rested against yours. “We’ll find away to make this work.” It was a promise. 

He couldn’t picture a world without you in it, but he wasn’t selfish enough to ask you to uproot your life for him. You sniffled and leaned up, your lips meeting his in a kiss. He held you there for a while, not wanting to let go but knowing he had to. 

You waved goodbye to him as he got out of the car. He didn’t look back again after that, keeping his eyes fixed in front of him. His sunglasses hiding the tears in his own eyes as he made his way to his gate and further away from you. 

You settled back into your routine, Jiyong called as soon as he landed and everything was as it was before he’d arrived in Los Angeles. Except that your heart ached in a different way. 

It took exactly a week before you started making calls. You didn’t mention any of your plan to Jiyong in case it didn’t work. It was late on a Friday when you got the call. You could coach in Korea. 

You broke the news to your boss and the girls you were training the following Monday. The rest of the week was spent packing. Just essentials for now, the rest of your stuff could move later, once you found a place to live. 

It was a normal Sunday evening in Seoul, as normal as it got for Jiyong. He’d just finished feeding the cats and had settled down for the night, his phone in his hand about to call you when he heard a knock at the door. He didn’t remember making plans for the night and decided to ignore it. Calling you was a nightly tradition and sacred and he wouldn’t miss it. You picked up on ring two. 

“Hi.” 

“You sound tired, Jagi. Are you ok?” 

“I’ve been up for what feels like days. Why don’t you open the door and let me in?”

“What?”  

He was on his feet and running to the door. You could hear him echoing both through the phone and his apartment as he made his way closer to you. The door opened and you ended the call, your phone falling into your bag as Jiyong wrapped his arms around you. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I got a new job. I’m moving here.” 

“Wait. What?” He leaned back to take you in, his eyes wide, hopefully. 

“I don’t want to be away from you anymore.” Jiyong grinned before releasing you were still in the hallway and moved to let you into the apartment. 

“I love you.” He mumbled before his lips connected with yours. 

“I love you too.” 

For the first time in a long time, you finally felt hopeful. Everything had aligned perfectly, giving you the dream ending you’d always wanted for your career, and now you could have the dream life with the man you loved.