Requested Characters: Jiyong (G-Dragon) / Reader //slight mention of bigbang members Genre: Alternate universe, fluff??, romance A/N: this was a prompt that was requested, but since we are no longer doing that (kinda) this happened? i dunno. technically it’s the same thing, we’re just not drawing names out of a hat // also i’ll just be using seungri’s stagename since it’d be confusing to have two seunghyuns in one story // this is also really long oops
Daesung groaned, throwing his head back onto the couch. “One day,” he mumbled, “can’t you two go one day without insulting each other?” He asked, his voice desperate. The usual sunshine of your group was honestly tired of your constant bickering you did with Jiyong. “No,” the two of you said in unison, turning to narrow your eyes at each other.
taeyang: makes all of his already really long notes even longer until he can’t breathe and he dies seungri: has perfect pitch but gets hate for lip syncing even though he’s just that good daesung: *melts faces* g dragon:*awkward honking* t.o.p:*finger guns*
To our Seungri who has worked so hard over these ten years, thank you for always doing your best and bringing joy to everyone around you. Thank you for always trying your best when contributing towards Big Bang. Thank you for always trying to communicate with your fans better. Thank you for being such an amazing person. Happy Birthday to Big Bang’s one and only & forever maknae Lee Seunghyun. Thank you for being born.
Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.
“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.
“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.
Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.
“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.