BIGBANG IMAGINES

WHEN YOU ARE IN A LOVE TRIANGLE

I AM BORROWING SOME STORIES ON TUMBLR, AND CREDITS TO BADBOYSCENARIOS

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His fingers curl around your waist as his lips simultaneously connect with the nape of your neck. You sigh pleasantly, rolling your head to the side to accommodate him. His touch is like silk; his kisses are enough to leave you feeling drunk. You spend the morning in a haze, enjoying the ghostly weightlessness of his fingertips absently trailing up and down your form, exploring familiar surfaces.

"Don't fall back asleep." the voice rumbles deeply, breath falling hot against the outer shell of your ear. You smile sleepily and hum back an unintelligible response, eyes fluttering closed once more.

He chuckles, a rich, throaty sound that vibrates from deep within his chest. You rest a hand on his torso, absorbing the vibrations with your palm, and he captures your fingers with his. As you sink further into the bedsheets, you're unaware of his weighty stare or the way his body goes eerily still next to yours.

"This is new."

Cold air travels the length of your spine, rousing you. Suddenly his touch seems ever so chilled as his fingers curl around your wrist, eyes locked on the delicate gold bracelet encircling it.

Your heart sinks.

"It was a birthday present..."

Your words come soft and slow as you assess the look in his eyes; the fine lines that have formed at each corner of his mouth. You lie frozen, acutely aware of the delicate balance of the situation.

"I see." Seunghyun says in equally measured tones, his hands abruptly leaving your skin. You feel the bed shift beneath you as he stands and slips into a pair of fitted black trousers. You tighten a fist around the sheets, unsure what to say to make things right.

When he catches you staring, he pauses, then expels a heavy sigh. You watch the tension slowly leave his body, and feel your own chest gradually unclench.

Crossing to your side of the bed, he loops an arm smoothly around either side of your waist and locks you into his embrace. You bury your head against his chest, breathing in the clean scent of his soap.

"I love you." he says, startling you with his sudden bluntness. These are words that are precious to him – words saved for special occasions; for moments of complete and incandescent happiness. Today, however, they sound a little different.

Today, they sound like a plea.

"I love you too." you whisper, meaning it.

His hands tangle in your hair and you remain still for a long while.

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"You're home late."

He jumps down from the retaining wall outside your apartment, landing easily on his feet. His eyes flash mischievously in the darkness, sending a pulse of adrenaline through your veins. Ducking your head, you continue stubbornly towards the door of your apartment.

"Where could you have been?" he muses aloud, following in-step behind you.

"What are you doing here, Jiyong?" you ask brusquely, still trying to shake him as you begin fishing through your purse for your keys.

He slinks a hand out into the darkness and rests it lightly on your wrist. Despite the lack of force behind the action, you freeze in place, completely immobilized by his touch. You turn and look at him, eyes flitting nervously.