Me and GD Book 1 (BIGBANG G-Dragon Fanfic) 18+ (COMPLETED)

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~Brielle's P.O.V~

The last thing I remeber before falling asleep was the warmth of Jiyong's arms wrapped around me. I felt him moving from around my arms before slipping away to do whatever he was doing. I heard a door click and I assumed he went to take a shower. I opened my eyes and looked around, my vision full of sleep. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from off the nightstand. I clicked it on, scrolling through Twitter and then Instagram. I uploaded some pictures from the concert, as well as a few morning selfies I took. I turned towards the sound of the door opening, he stepped out and smiled. "Good morning Brielle, did you sleep well?" He asked, smiling more. I nodded and turned back to my phone in my hands. "You're welcome to take a shower if you'd like Brielle." He said, turning to go towards his suitcase in the corner of the room, I nodded and placed my phone back on the nightstand and headed for the bathroom.  I looked in the mirror, my hair was messy and pulled back out of my face, in a messy bun. I sighed and turned on the water and slipped into the warm sprinkle of water that came from the showerhead. I washed my hair, rinsed and stepped out. I grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around me. I reached out for my clothes and froze, I had forgot to grab my suitcase from the living room. I sheepishly opened the door and popped my head out towards Jiyong. He turned towards me as I opened the door and smiled at me. "Uh.. Jiyong... I forgot my suitcase in the living room... could you maybe get it for me?" I said, my hair in front of my face, blushing heavily. "Of course." he said as he left the room for a split second before returning with my small suitcase. He slipped it into my hand and turned away back to his bag as I closed the door. I dressed swiftly, my face still red. "How can I be so stupid.." I muttered to myself as I slipped on my boots. I opened the door and stepped out into his room, still embarrassed. His back was facing me, he was on the phone with someone, most likely Kiko.  "What is it Kiko? Im busy packing away my stuff for tour." He said, clearly annoyed, he tensed at her reply, I was too far away to make out what she was saying. "Really Kiko. This is the shit I'm talking about with you, you always think I'm going to sleep with other women when you're gone. She's just a friend, nothing to worry about. I don't understand why the hell you have to do that. It's getting old."  My eyes widened as he spoke to her, she was clearly still pissed that I was here, she would have to deal with it. He grumbled as she replied and the he hung up. "Is everything okay?" He turned around as I spoke, looking still annoyed. "I'm fine, Kiko is just pissing me off." He smiled at me, trying to assure he was fine. "Why do you let her do that to you Jiyong. She's trying to step all over you because she thinks she's on top when you know she's not. She's not the one you should be with for the rest of your life." I said as I slid next to him, pulling him into a side hug, squeezing him slightly. "You actually right Brielle. I've just been waiting for someone to finally knock some damn sense into me." He replied, smiling and locking eyes with me. I turned away blushing at his cute smile. "I think it's time we get you back home. I'll see you at work when I get back okay? You start Monday by the way so be on time." I smiled as he helped me up off his bed. I held his hand for a second time, my hand felt warm, and in the right place. I let go to grab my bag as he walked past me towards the door. He slid on his disguise before opening the door and motioning me to go out first. As we headed down the street, my heart felt heavy as I knew I wouldn't see him for a few months because he was touring. We stepped under the bus stop roof and sat down next to each other on the bench, waiting for the bus. "Brielle let me see your phone." He asked, a confused look covering my face as I handed him my phone from my pocket. He took a cute selfie, and began typing something into my phone. "I put my number in there so you can keep in touch with me." He said, smiling as he  handed me back my phone. I blushed and smiled, looking through my contacts. The bus roared as it turned the corner and pulled to a stop in front of the bus stop. I could see the sadness in his expression, and he could see mine. He pulled me into a tight embrace and held me there for a minute, maybe two. He wished me luck for work on Monday, replying with a "Thank you." as my eyes blurred with tears.  I turned and took a deep breath, turned to look at him one more time and boarded the bus. When the bus pulled away, I curled up in my seat and cried silently to myself as I watched him sadly turn away from the bus stop and walk back to his apartment.