keep it. | m
➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5140
➵ summary: jiyong shows up with a new hair colour and you’re happy. really happy.
➵ author’s note:this came purely from the weakness i felt when jiyong coloured his hair black after the fxxk it promotions. something about it every time he does has me putty. and this is my first post after at least four months. wow i’m really terrible, if you guys hate me now i don’t blame. but i hope this makes you hate me less. enjoy!
JiJi: You’re not at the studio anymore. Where did you go?
You: YG called me in to his office.
JiJi: Is everything okay?
You: Yeah, everything’s fine. Give me a couple more minutes.
From behind you, the door to Hyunsuk’s office creaked open as he entered the room once more after having taken an important call. You scurried to return your phone in your bag just beneath you, watching the man go around his large desk and settle in his seat.
“Sorry about that. So,” he sighed. “Will you be able to just keep Chaerin company on her US tour? You know, just so that she has someone there with her that she trusts.”
“Of course. She’ll be safe with me,” you smiled enthusiastically.
“Great. We’re still deciding on dates, but it’ll be within the next two or three months. We’ll keep you posted.”
You smiled again, nodding respectfully. As Hyunsuk rose from his seat, you quickly followed suit. You said your farewell, ensuring him once more that Chaerin is in secure hands.
“Oh, by any chance, are you going to see Jiyong?”
“Um,” you chuckled nervously, “yes, I believe so.”
“Do tell him he still owes me a dinner for losing that bet… he’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes… sir, I will.”
With one last polite goodbye, you left Hyunsuk be in his office and back to his work. The journey from the grand office back to the floor where most studios were did not take that long, taking just a minute or two to arrive at your destination. You had expected Jiyong to already be there, either waiting for you or deep into his work, but the studio was just as you had left it, empty.
You plonked your bag on the spacious leather in the corner of the room, sitting beside it, allowing one leg to cross over the other. A long sigh was exuded before you let your head fall back onto the sofa’s top, closing your eyes, relishing in the silence. However, it was short lived, as you heard the glass door you had closed reopen, hearing a familiar voice.
“Hmph, that didn’t take long,” Jiyong commented.
“It wasn’t supposed to,” your eyes remained closed. “And YG said something about a bet?” Your head was lifted so you sat up straight, and even though your eyes were now open they still faced downwards to your lap. “That you still owe him dinner?”
“Ha, he’s still going on about that?” he chuckled. “Soon.”
“He called me to ask to go on tour with Chaerin,” your head snapped up. “You know, just to— “
Your facial expression which was once aloof and calm was now very much alert, with surprise becoming the new emotion, and it rendered you speechless.
Jiyong waited for you to complete your sentence, but when you didn’t he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Just to what?”
“You coloured your hair?”