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I Need You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You used to date Youngbae but as the years have gone by, you’ve grown closer to Jiyong and have developed feelings for him. Word Count: 2.3k  Warnings: None! Author’s Note: Here’s day 6 of the April challenge. I added some healing in for all of us OT4s/Gtop fans. I felt we could use it after this last week.

Youngbae followed your gaze, watching his best friend make a fool of himself as he took the camera for the live feed, yelling into it with a grin on his face. His brothers had been through so much over the last 7 years, it was good to see them all laughing and smiling together. His eyes scanned the room, finding Daesung and Seunghyun hiding in a corner, so that the oldest member of their band wouldn’t accidentally get caught on camera. Seunghyun made eye contact from his hiding spot and raised his drink towards his friend. Youngbae smiled, happy to have one of his oldest friends back with them in public. He raised his glass in response before turning his attention to you.

“It’s ok, you know?” He nudged your shoulder and you turned to face him.

“What’s ok?”

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𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖲𝗒𝗋𝗎𝗉 & 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: BIGBANG APRIL WRITING CHALLENGE I wrote like four different versions of this but I'm glad I challenged myself! So fun :) Shout out to @ldydeath & @wcnderlnds for this fun event <3

prompt: Day 3 - One of them is sick and the other takes care of them

warnings: fluff, Jiyong being a sick baby <3

wc: 3.5k+

The harsh sound of coughing jolted you from sleep, dragging you out of a dream and straight into worry. It wasn’t just a casual throat-clear—it was deep, relentless, painful. You blinked against the faint pre-dawn light spilling through the curtains and reached for your phone on the nightstand. 4:45 a.m.

Your heart sank. He’d probably been up for a while.

You listened for a moment, the wheezing behind the bathroom door growing louder with each ragged breath he took. The sound of his suffering was impossible to ignore. You kicked off the covers and crawled out of bed, padding across the cold floor and toward the door.

You knocked gently, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of concern. “Ji? Are you okay?”

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