This Might Be The Last Time
A Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon Fanfiction
Summary: You’d just wanted to dance away your worries, let the music take you to better places. But when you meet Kwon Jiyong in the new club in town, you never imagined ‘better places’ would be so easy to find, and so difficult to hold onto.
Chapter summary: You go to the music video shoot and get a rather big surprise.
Chapter type: Angst, Angst, Angst, Fluff, Fluff, Oh.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.
Chapter 10 will be the first staple chapter!
Chapter 11 (Coming soon)
You cant help the tears that fall when he slams the door behind him. Of course you hadn’t fooled yourself into thinking that the two of you had something and that you were going to skip off into the sunset…But he had made you feel things that you hadn’t felt in years. You slam your palm against the window angrily, scaring yourself at how loud the slam was and catching the attention of two people walking by. You step back, angrily wiping your eyes and sighing, feeling your shoulders shake as you sit on your sofa and you pull your knees up to your chest as the sobbing begins. You dont know how long you cry, but at some point your eyelids become too heavy for you to stay awake any longer and you end up falling asleep, tiredly pulling one of the sofa throws around you and curling yourself into a ball.
When you next open your eyes its to the sound of a phone ringing and you scrunch your face against the light streaming through the windows as you reach for your phone, almost falling off of the sofa but remembering where you were at the last minute and throwing your hands out to stop yourself.
You quickly scoop up your phone and hit answer, not even checking who it was before you hold it to your ear.
‘Y/N?’ Richard calls down the phone and you wince as his voice hits your ear drum, and you realise your nose is slightly stuffy where you had been crying all night.
'Mmmmh,’ you mumble, rubbing your eyes and sitting upright.
'I’m outside, are you ready to go do the music video shooting?’ he asks, his voice chirpy and your eyes widen as you turn to look at the clock on the wall, seeing the hands saying 8:30am and you swear as you remember you have to be at the shoot for 9.
'Shit. Hold on, i’ll be down in 5.’ you say, not letting Richard answer as you stand up and run to your bedroom. You have a moment of feeling grateful that your job didn’t require you to put your own make-up on or do your own hair, but you hurriedly slap on some toner and moisturiser, cursing Jiyong for making you cry as you try to get your face to not look as puffy as it currently did. You quickly grab some jeans and a plain t-shirt and slip your ballet flats on as you grab your bag and run out of the flat, jogging down the stairs to Richard’s waiting car outside. Richard widens his eyes when he sees the state of you, but you just shake your head at him, telling him not to ask and he begins the drive to the shoot.