BIGBANG imagines and scenarios (mostly GD and Taeyang)

When you're secretly dating jiyong

Requested by meemz21

Another heated make out session with Jiyong backstage at a massive concert. What else was new?

Sitting on the edge of the dresser, your legs were hooked over his hips while he teased his tongue in your mouth. That tongue should be illegal.

Grabbing your waist, Jiyong pulled back, muttering breathlessly, "We have to head back."

You shook your head and huffed, "I don't care." Then, you grabbed his head and crashed your lips on his, hopelessly starved for his warmth and affection. And his mind-blowing kisses.

"Jagiya," Jiyong chuckled and whined, cradling your face and holding you assertively as he looked into your eyes. "I have an award to present to you, remember?"

You were in a daze, but quickly complained, "Oppa, I probably won't get the award."

Jiyong glared, obviously offended, and chided, "Baby, everyone knows you are going to get the award. This is your first solo album away from the group and you rocked it. The trophy already has your name carved on it."

You lifted an eyebrow and squeaked, "Really?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen it yet," Jiyong quipped, giving you that deadly smirk,

You playfully smacked his shoulder and let him guide you down from the sink. The two of you promptly fixed your disheveled hair and readjusted your formal outfits. You had just performed on stage and your dancing was so on point that your boyfriend ambushed you in the dressing room for some hot and heavy kissing. Not that you minded.

After pecking his lips on your cheek sweetly, Jiyong pushed some stray hairs from your forehead and whispered, "Try to act surprised, jagi."

You rolled your eyes and sauntered back to your seat.

A few minutes later, Jiyong strode on to the stage, garnering deafening screams from the crowd. After all, he may be the goofy, adorably Jiyong to you, but to the world he was the almighty G-Dragon.

Stopping at the microphone, envelope in hand, Jiyong found your face briefly in the group of idols and gave you a fleeting wink. You rubbed your palms together anxiously. After most of his rehearsed speech was finished and the clip played on the massive screens of you and your competition, Jiyong announced, "And Artist of the Year goes to..."

When he said your name, you were truly shell-shocked. Genuinely, you hadn't been expecting it, but the roar of approval from the crowd only solidified the support you had from your fans. From gaping to smiling, you bowed respectfully and made your way to the stage, wanting to do somersaults at the arrogant but undeniably proud way Jiyong managed to both smirk and simultaneously bite his lip at you.

"Told you so," Jiyong taunted in a husky whisper.

Shivering, you snapped, "Shut up," with a wink.

Perching at the microphone, you thanked your family and your fans and your management, all the while fighting tears of gratitude welling in your eyes. You kept your emotions under control and your voice level, feeling Jiyong's energy inching closer to your side. He was an anchor when you needed one.

Once you had finished, your boyfriend held out his arm innocently, escorting you backstage while you waved goodbye to your fans with award in hand. Despite what Jiyong had said, it did actually have your name on it.

Back in the safety of the private dressing room, Jiyong turned and cheered, "See, baby? I told you it was all yours."

Wiping the last of the moisture from your cheeks, you cut him a heated look through narrowed eyes and Jiyong balked, surprised at your sudden change in body language.

Setting down your trophy, you stomped toward him, licking your lips and whispering, "Oppa, you think I wouldn't notice you undressing me with your eyes the whole time? I can't wait to see all of the internet memes posted tomorrow."

Jiyong grinned and shrugged nonchalantly. "I was proud, that's all," was his answer.

You cocked an eyebrow and raked your gaze up and down his body, biting your lip. "How proud were you, oppa? Maybe you could show me." With that, you grabbed the edge of the dresser and hoisted yourself, mirroring your same position from earlier.

Jiyong stalked toward you, breathing harshly with hunger, and retorted, "With pleasure."