Nyongtory (2,317 nyongtory stories)
I guess I was running from something, I was running back to you. Lost here in America with nothing and I'm still running back to you. If you could love me again, I could let go of everything. Sincerely, Kwon Jiyong.
Kwon Jiyong... or what we commonly know as GD. A problematic student who was specifically transferred to an elite school at the request of his parents. At first the school refused because the school had a good image, and they did not want the school to have a student like that but with a guarantee that they would make a large contribu
"I was channeling you," Seungri mumbles. "Fake it til you make it and bite anyone who comes close. Like a frog."
It had been eight months since Jiyong ended his relationship with Seungri. Honestly, Seungri was hoping that the pain would have lessened by now, but each day feels as tortured as the day before it. That is, until one day during a Bigbang concert, his eyes land on a beautiful woman in front row and Seungri's lungs fill with air and his soul feels like it has been made whole again. What does this connection mean? Is this the start of something new? Will Seungri be able
A perfectionist with a passion for overworking himself and constantly questioning his life choices was one of the world’s most famous idols. Who knew that a set of deer-like sparkling eyes could turn his world upside-down in a matter of seconds?
What would it happen, when it happens??
"Some are lost in the fire, and some are built from it."
"I've got a great idea," Jiyong proclaims as he leans his entire weight on the younger boy, pinning him to the bed. His hair is messily piled on his head, bits of it falling into his eyes. It's getting long and Seungri knows Jiyong plans to cut it for their next concert; Seungri will miss seeing Jiyong's hair in a top knot. "We should kiss."
" I found someone in the midst of the heavy rain last night . A man , looked torned and pitiful , probably around 16 to 17 years old ? When I cover him up with my umbrella , he turned and glared at me , but its not long until I decided to take him with me back home . His dead glare turned tender , and only followed my lead . We both didnt say anything at all , just the sound of raindrop stomping along the ground . But what makes me warm was , his cold hands , was slowly entwined with mine ...