Ride Or Die (A G-Dragon Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Work For It

Eun-Mae's POV
I had been eating my cereal at the kitchen counter, listening to Daesung and Seungri argue over how much butter someone should put on their toast. "Oh my god, who cares?" Taeyang laughed. Jiyong had gone outside to fix something in the van that wasn't working correctly.

"Eun-Mae! Can you come out here and help me with this?!" Ji-Yong called. I giggled to myself and went out to the driveway where Jiyong was at the van, the hood popped open. He had taken off his shirt and tossed it to the side, hands covered in grease, some of the black grease streaking his face.

"What are you up to?" I giggled.

"Well, the serpentine belt is a little worn so it's getting loose. I'm trying to tighten the tensioner pulley to make the belt tighter but I need that wrench over there." He nodded his head towards the red tool box a few feet away from him. "I don't want to let go of the pulley."

"I'll get that wrench and pretend I understood that." I shook my head with a laugh and grabbed the wrench. "Here." I handed it to him. "Anything else?"

"A kiss?" He gave a cheeky grin, puckering his lips at me.

"Ah... I'll kiss you when you don't have car grease on you." I shook my head, trying to step away from him, thinking about my white shirt. He worked at tightening the pulley he had been talking about. "My shirt is white and these shorts are-"

"That shirt is mine, Jagi. If anyone should decide if grease getting on it is a problem, it's me. And your shorts are those jeans you cut up a long time ago." He waggled his eyebrows at me and tossed the wrench into the tool box.

"J-Jiyong..." I backed away from him as he started towards me. "You're covered in-" he started running towards me. "No!" I started running away and instantly regretted it, biting my lip to keep from screaming as pain ripped through my injured thigh.

"Ah... Your leg." Jiyong looked at my bandaged thigh in pity. "I'll take you inside." He scooped me up despite my protests that I was fine, getting grease on my legs and shirt. "Oh. Well, now you're covered in grease..." He took me to the bedroom and I grabbed a change of clothes, letting him carry me to the bathroom. "I'll go wash up my in the other bathroom. If you need anything, just call for me." He kissed my cheek and left.

As soon as the door shut, I shimmied out of the oil stained clothes and carefully took off my bloody bandages, putting them in a plastic bag and tossing the bag into the trash. I struggled over to the shower, cringing at the blood oozing out of my wound. Still not healed? Aish. I hate that bastard. If I ever have to kill anyone, I hope it's Suga. That will make it easier.

I washed my hair and body, removing all the oil and being extra careful with my wound. When I was done, I shut off the water and went to grab my towel. TOP's deep voice could be heard outside the door, talking to Seungri. I started drying my hair, my back to the door.

The door swung open and I wrapped the towel around myself as fast as I could before turning to face the intruder, throwing my loofah at them and hitting them in the face. "Jiyong! Please knock! This is the second time you've done this to me!"

"Sorry, I-" His eyes landed on my legs and I blushed darker. Please don't look at my body while I'm wearing only a towel. Jiyong, I'm naked. "Your leg is bleeding."

"What?" I looked down. I was standing in a small pool of my own blood. "Shit."

"Sit down. I'll-"

"Let me put on some clothes first. Please? Go out into the hall, I'll open the door in a second." I held onto the counter, looking him in the eye. He gave a hesitant nod and left, shutting the door behind him.

I struggled to put on my underwear and the large black sweater I had grabbed. The sweater almost reached mid-thigh. I decided to leave my shorts for later and opened the door. He immediately sat me on the counter, first aid kit in his hand. "How many times will I be patching you up?" He sighed sadly, kissing my cheek. A small blue towel was in the kit so he used that to clean up my blood, having me hold it to the wound. He took out a disinfectant spray and I cringed. "It only stings a little on scrapes." He tried to sound reassuring but that did nothing to help.

"Yes. This is not a scrape." I gave a skeptical raise of the eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." He uncapped the spray and before I could move my leg, he was spraying.

"Agh!" I cried out, letting out muffled whimpers. "Definitely not a scrape." My fingers curled around the towel on the counter next to me, the other hand holding my sweater down to keep him from seeing my underwear, biting down on my lip from the stinging. He eyed me over and smirked slightly, bandaging my stab wounds.

"Are you okay?" His tone was patronizing, as if I was a child. "Did the spray sting too much for my baby?" He tied off the bandaging.

"Jiyong..." I pouted, not appreciating his teasing. He kissed my pout and helped me clean up the bathroom and put all my stuff to wash before walking out with my shorts. "Wait. Jiyong. Those were for-"

"I know."

"You do realize we're not alone?" I blushed, determined to get those shorts back.

"And?"

"Seunghyun is downstairs." I crossed my arms, limping to the bathroom door.

"Oh shit." He whirled around and tossed me the shorts. "You're lucky that you had a point."

"What would you have done if we were alone?" I tilted my head, sliding the shorts on under my oversized sweater.

"Well, if you consented, we'd be in our bedroom and you would have had much less clothes on." Jiyong winked at me, looking me over.

"I wouldn't cave that easily, Jiyong." I snorted. "I'm not as easy to crack as you think. I know I don't act like it but you wouldn't be my first. I did have a boyfriend in high school."

His mouth opened as if to reply but quickly shut. He did this a few times, reminding me of a gaping fish. "Eun-Mae, I... Wow... You... Um..." He was getting kind of red.

"I'm going downstairs." I paused at the top of the staircase. "Besides, Seunghyun being downstairs doesn't affect what happens behind closed doors. Just saying." I shrugged, going down the stairs at my slow pace.

"Wait. Eun-Mae. Come back." His voice had a different tone to it and I smirked, my back turned to him.

"You gotta work for it if that's what you want." I kept going downstairs and sat next to Daesung on the couch. He was watching the same drama I had used to put him to sleep so long ago, only this time, he was eating popcorn. Seungri sat on my other side and I could feel Jiyong watching me, still in shock from what I had said.

The rest of the day went similarly: Seunghyun and Daesung went out to go do some kind of deal involving guns and money, Taeyang killed some guy in our hometown for disrespecting his favorite prostitute, Seungri took care of another guy who owed them money, and Jiyong stayed silent all day. It was as if I had rendered him speechless. The floor was his. If he wanted it, he'd have to work for it.

"Eun-Mae." He finally spoke when we were home alone. "I'm taking you to dinner tonight. Put on that pretty dress of yours. You know, the one I like." He kissed my cheek. "I'm taking you somewhere nice. We have reservations for two hours from now."