Only Look At Me (GD Scenario)
In which he’s jealous.
“Are you sure this is alright?” You ask again as you follow him down the crowded corridors of the backstage.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” He just continues to walk as all the people bow in front of him, curiously trying to see you face hidden by the black cap you’re wearing.
“I don’t know,” you mutter under your breath. “Can’t they kick me out or something since I’m not a staff member? What?” You frown after bumping your forehead in his back due to his sudden stop.
“You’re with me and for the nth time, it’s completely fine! Everyone has one or two people here, so you’re not the only one,” he smiles, his hand caressing your cheek for a second before walking away. “Plus, you always said you wanted to see us live, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but I was thinking of a concert rather than this,” you mumble, curiously looking around. The stage was all illuminated by a colourful neon background, the staff directing each other as they tested the lights and the mics before the actual artists came up on the stage.
“Do you think you can remember the way here? ‘Cause we should head back to the waiting room,” Jiyong’s gummy smile seems to apologize for taking you away so fast from that busy world.
“I’ll manage somehow,” you place your arm around his neck, trying to match his height, “if not I can always ask. I think people will be very curious about why I ask about the almighty G-Dragon, won’t they?” You grin, stepping away from him as soon as you enter the busy corridor that leads to Big Bang’s waiting room.
“I hope you used protection, kids,” Seungri appears behind you two after the door closes behind you, his big grin making your ears go red.
“I’ll give you protection that you won’t be able carry,” you crack your fingers, threatening him with your fist.
“Kids,” you hear T.O.P chuckling from his chair, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone.
“Says the one who needed me to open an Instagram account!”
“EXO!” Daesung breaks in from the bathroom, shamelessly zipping his pants in front of you.
“WHERE?!” You shout back, your heart crazily beating inside your chest.
“There she goes. Nice, Daesung, very nice,” GD comments from his seat, frowning at his bandmate while keeping his eyes on you as you make him signs to shut up, your eyes glued to the LCD’s screen on the wall.
“Who’s your fav?” Daesung whispers, ignoring GD’s threatening staring.
“Kai. He’s such a cutie pie,” you smile as Kai flashes his trademark smirk to the camera, earning some shouts from the fans in the public and some squeels from you. “And he’s hot,” you shrug, trying to keep your focus.
“Hellooooo??? Boyfriend in the room!” GD agitates on his seat, making the make-up arts sigh as the brush slips on the artist’s skin. “Just in case you forgot, of course,” he quickly adds when you glare at him after he made you miss your favourite moment of the song. “She doesn’t like me half as much as she likes EXO… or BTS,” he mumbles when you clap enthusiastically as BTS take their special stage on.
And he stares at you through the mirror as you wordlessly watch the other group’s performance, the tip of your feet tapping against the floor. He’s jealous although he knows he shouldn’t be. He’s your boyfriend and yet you never acted that way around him. While he knows that he fell for you exactly because you saw the man and not the performer in him, he still wishes at times you’d fangirl around him.
“Come with me,” he just grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the room, the other members of Big Bang elbowing each other.
“But they’re performance,” you try to protest, but just eat your words when he turns to you, his eyes sparkling dangerously. “Okay,” you say, unclasping his fingers from your wrist and holding his hand instead. “I’d follow you anywhere. You know that, right?”
“What did you say?” He stops abruptly, turning to you.
The corridor is empty, semi-obscurity hiding his features as you look straight at him.
“I said I would follow you anywhere, Kwon Jiyong,” you tighten you squeeze his hand.
“It doesn’t seem so.” Your eyes adjusted to the low light see his cute pout and you smile. “Don’t laugh at me! That’s how I feel! You know how hard it is for me to talk about my feelings, but I… I sometimes wish you’d look at me like you look at BTS or EXO,” he continues. “I sometimes wish you’d only look at me.”
“Is the almighty G-Dragon jealous?”
“Only look at me,” he demands, his hand on your cheek bringing your laughter to a halt. “Only look at both of me. Or at least fangirl around me too,” he steps back, the same cute pout breaking through his charisma.
“But I am looking only at you,” you protest. “You don’t see it, but I am looking only at you! I temper my enthusiasm around you because I don’t want to make you tired. I’ve listened to all of Big Bang’s songs and to your as well and I can’t pick a favourite because each and every single one of them seems to fit with one of my dispositions. I’ve got them all on repeat and… you don’t see that because that’s usually how a fan behaves. Do you think I’d act the same around EXO or BTS if I were to meet them? Heck no! I wouldn’t want them to think I’m crazy or anything! Just like I never wanted you to see the way I fangirl over you,” you approach him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.
“But I want to see that. All of that! Please?”
“Fine, fine,” you sigh, “but you’ll be ashamed with me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
“Deal!” He laughs, pecking your lips before pulling you back to Big Bang’s waiting room.
Their performance stage was up and you made your way through the crowd of fans, your light stick on one hand and the luminous board in the other. He always seemed different once on stage, more charismatic and playful and a complete goofball towards the fans that encouraged his every move.
“Kwon Jiyong, I love you!” You yelled during one of those musical breaks in which every fan was screaming something else. His chuckle confirmed that he heard you clearly despite the noise before he moved to a different part of the stage, Daesung taking his spot in front of you, cocking his eyebrows. “Oh, shut up,” you laughed, joining the fans in the chant that was making the floor vibrate.
“Is there anything else I need to know about my fangirl girlfriend?” Jiyong leans closer and closer, invading your private space and staring at you with a playful smile as his manager drives you two back to his place.
“Well, I run two fan blogs and an anti tag” you turn to him, your smile mirroring his.
“What?! Why? What did I do?” He pulls away, taken aback.
“Nothing. That’s the way I relieve my love for you when it’s getting too much to handle,” you shrug. “Like tonight,” you show him your blog page with a video from their live stage.
“Kwon Jiyong, you bastard, of course you went there, who ripped his jeans???, okay no, go away, I hate you tbh, thank you for the ride to hell, god have mercy,” he reads out loud. “God have mercy indeed!” He laughs, kissing you.
“You’re not… scared? Disappointed? Embarrassed?” You push him away after a few seconds, scanning his expression.
“Of course not! It’s cute! You’re adorable, God have mercy on my soul,” he kisses your temple before returning to your phone. “Ohhhhh! Someone uses Photoshop,” he quickly discovers your fan art.
“Give it back!” You struggle in his hug.
“My girlfriend is my number one fan,” he tells his manager who smiles back.