Leave, I’m Working
(A/N): No one requested this, but I’ve had this scene in my head all day. The only way to get it out of my head is to write it, so here it is. Please enjoy! ~ ㅅ.ㅅ 재 Jae
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Member: Kwon Ji Yong (G Dragon); BigBang
“Jiyong?” You called out into the recording studio. You turned the corner to see your boyfriend of a year with his headphones on, staring at a computer screen intensely. Ambling over to him, you placed a hand lightly onto his tense shoulder.
Jiyong snapped his head around to you, his headphones falling to his neck from the motion. “Jesus, (Y/N), don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“I called you, but you didn't answer, so I brought your dinner here for you. You shouldn’t work yourself to hard, oppa, it isn’t good for your health.” You said in a stern tone. You pulled out multiple covered bowls, containing kimchi, ganjang gaejang, rice, and a bit of bulgogi. “Eat well, Ji.”
“Just set it down and go home.” Ji replied shortly, beginning to lift his headphones back into place.
“I thought that maybe we could—”
“Would you just leave already? God, you’re such a nuisance. I don’t even know why I keep you around.” He whispered the last part, but you heard it. You nodded, tears building behind your eyes.
“See? You don’t listen! Please be gone when I return to the apartment.” He said calmly. You looked at him incredulously—where could you go, your family was away on vacation. “Stop giving me that look. Just go to stay with your mom or something.”
“O-Oppa, my parents aren’t in town right now. They’re in Japan on a break from work.” You explained, looking to your hands and fiddling with your fingers.
“That’s not my problem. Now, take your leave and let me work.” He said one last time before pushing you out of the studio and shutting the door.
Shooting up in your bed, you placed your hands to your chest, trying to calm your arrhythmic breathing. A couple of tears had fallen from your eyes in your sleep. Looking to your right, you sighed heavily as you saw that side of the bed empty, the sheets still tucked into place.
Your legs began to tremble lightly as you stood from the mattress and made your way toward the hallway. Stopping to lean on the door frame of the open door to JiYong’s “home studio,” as he called it.
“Oppa?” You asked in a voice still heavy with sleep. He was hunched over his piano with a laptop open to a music staff.
“What is it, (Y/N)?” Your boyfriend heaves a burden-filled sigh, not turning to face you.
“Can I talk to you about something? Please?” The words came out whispered, still touchy on the subject.
“Can’t you see I’m working right now? Go back to bed.” Ji said with an edge in his voice. You took a step towards him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Please, I really need to talk to you about—”
“ Just go, I can’t think clearly with you here!” He snapped, cutting your quiet words off. “Write it down and we’ll talk later.”
“Okay, Jiyong. Goodnight, and please don’t overwork yourself, it’s unhealthy.” Leaning down and placing a small kiss to his cheek, you whispered, “I love you.”
When he didn’t respond, you began to back away, feeling sadness begin to burrow in your stomach. Just as you reached the entryway, JiYong spoke again, and hope began to light up your face, “(Y/N)?”
“Yes, oppa?” You replied brightly, guessing at what he was going to say.
“Close the door on your way out, would you?” Your heart sank and tears rose to your eyes. Without another word, you left, letting the door click softly behind you.
You made your way to the your shared bedroom with haste, pulling your old dream journal from the nightstand. You hadn’t used it in months—when JiYong found out about your nightmare, he would make you tell him your dreams every morning when you woke up, there was no need to relieve your worries with a pen and paper anymore. However, the past few months, he was writing a solo album, and had stopped doing small things, listening to your nightmares being one of them.
You wrote every little detail of your dream down, also adding that you felt that your boyfriend was slowly drifting away from you. After all, he barely even said “I love you” anymore, he used to do it every time he saw you. You were dozing off by the time it was all in ink on the page of the withered book. The book dropped from your grasp and onto the bed as you fell into a more peaceful sleep.
* * *
It felt like you had just been to sleep, but you were soon awoken yet again by a nightmare. They were getting worse. This time, it was just watching JiYong pack his things and move out, bidding you a final farewell before moving on with his busy life.
You didn’t even bother to look to your right this time, assuming that Ji hadn’t returned. You simply turned to look at the wall, letting a sob wrack through your body as paranoid thoughts invaded your mind. Your thoughts chanted:
He’s going to leave, that’s why he’s been so distant.
He doesn't even love me anymore.
I’m not good enough.
I’m loosing the best thing that ever—
“Jagiya? What didn’t you tell me about this?” A familiar voice rung out through the bedroom. You immediately began to try and stop the sound of your weeping, but a whimper managed to escape your lips.
JiYong crawled over to you and turned you to face him. As soon as he saw your tears, his face was flushed over with concern. Before you ask him what he meant, your eyes fell upon your dream journal, which was open to the most current entry in his hands. You reached to take it from him, but he snatched it away from your grasp.
“Why didn’t tell me?” He questioned again, his face softening.
“I tired, but you…” You trailed off, not wanting to relive the interaction.
“I turned you away. I’m sorry, yeobo, I was wrong to do that. I didn’t even think of how it would effect you.” JiYong apologized sincerely, stroking your cheek with his finger tips.
“It’s okay, oppa, I know that you’ve been busy with your album.” You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
“It’s not okay. I love you, (Y/N), I love you more than anything, I should show it.” JiYong brushed the remaining tears from your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
“I love you, too, Ji.” You told him, leaning to give him a peck on the lips. He made the kiss more, moving his lips against your slowly while cupping your cheek in his hand.
As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against your and gazed into your eyes.
“Oh, and Jagiya?”
“Yes, Ji Oppa?”
“I’m not going anywhere, I’ll never leave you.”