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Raised in a pretty strict family, you were taught that smoking is just another way of harming yourself. A slow, painful way of killing yourself. And you’ve done a terrific job of not falling into that bad habit and surround yourself with everyone else who shares the same idea.

 Except for one person, Kwon Jiyong.

The funny thing is, he’s the most important person out of all of them.

You watch as Jiyong pulls out his cigarette out of the packet before placing it on his lip. The lips that just touched yours not a minute ago. He catches your eye and smirk before lighting his cigarette. After taking a long drag, he blows the smoke to the side. He sighs, as if he was finally breathing with content. His lopsided smile returns back to his small face. “Like anything you see?” he asks smugly.

You frown in response. “Not at the moment, no. 

He chuckles, before grabbing his beer from the table. You watch his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows his drink. He places the bottle back on the table only to take another drag on the cigarette.

“Jiyong, what are we doing here?”

He turns to look at you and reaches out to place your bang behind your ear. “We’re here to have fun, jagi. We haven’t had fun in a long time.”

The way he slurred his last word tells you that he probably had more drinks than just the beer, before you arrived. The club was packed, the sound of heavy pumping of the music and the amount of bodies cramped together on the dance floor made you sick. If that wasn’t enough, you’re stuck here with half-drunk Jiyong as he does the habit you hate the most – smoking.

Definitely not the way you want to spend your Friday night.

Jiyong crushes the last end of his cigarette on the edge of the table. You breath a sigh of relief, finally able to breath fresh air – well, as fresh as a club’s air can be. But just as you were about to enjoy the newfound joy, Jiyong pulls out another cancer stick.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Ji asks, the second stick on his lips. 

You shake your head. “Nothing.” You turn to your left, looking for the female washrooms. The line waiting outside was long, stretched out near the bar. You cuss once more.

Jiyong pulls on your ear. “Did you just curse?” he asks, his face amused and shocked.

You stare blankly at him, smelling the smoke odor lingering on his skin. The smell makes your stomach churn and you push his hand away. “I have to go.” You place one of your hands on your belly while the other reach for your purse.

You hear him call your name as you push your way amongst the crowd.

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 “What the fuck was that about?!”

 You turn from your TV to the figure by the doorframe.

 “I’m sorry I ran from you like that. I just… just needed some fresh air.” You fumble with the remote control on your lap, bracing yourself for another argument.

 Lately, for the past few weeks, the two of you have been getting into arguments more than ever. Jiyong’s solo album is due soon, and as the pressure raises so does his smoking. Usually, he wouldn’t smoke in front of you. He would go outside or with his friends when you’re not around. Which means, you never got the chance to let him know that you can’t stand the smell of burning tobacco. 

But lately, he’s been smoking everywhere at anytime. And it has come to the breaking point where you can no longer tolerate him – and his smell and his cigarettes – that causes the arguments.

Like this one, right now.

“Fresh air? What? There’s no air outside the club that you had to run all the way back home?!”

You groan, turning your face to him. “God, Jiyong! I can’t stand the club okay? I had to leave. For fuck’s sake, just drop it! It’s not even that big of a deal.”

“Yes it is! What’s the matter with you these days? All you want to do is fight!” Jiyong walks closer to you, his eyes burning with anger. “I’m getting real sick of it.”

Never have you seen Jiyong this mad. Sure, there have been instances when you see him yell at the members of Big Bang but he was not angry then. If looks could kill.

“Tell me what do you want from me,” he says, his tone much softer. “Do you want to break up, is that what it is?”

You look up to him, your eyes wide. The anger is now replaced with a pained expression. Jiyong doesn’t want you to leave – you can tell from the look in his eyes. Have you really pushed him into thinking that you do not love him anymore – a thought that never crossed your mind? You believe that he has become a part of you so the idea of leaving his side is completely absurd. How can you leave someone that means the world to you?

“Do you want me to leave?” you choke out, tears brimming your eyes.

Jiyong exhales loudly before plopping on his knees in front of you. His hands hold your face as he looks into your eyes. “Jagi, of course I don’t want you to leave me. It’s just that we fight all the time that I feel like you’re not happy with me.”

You remain silent, suppressing sobs that are threatening to come out.

“Did I do something to make you unhappy? Jagiya, tell me what it is and I’ll fix it.”

How can you say that the reason you’re mad is his smoking? How can you tell him to stop returning to his stress-reliever? How can you tell him that this whole argument is merely over something so small, something that you can’t handle? Smoking is a part of him and you should love all parts of Kwon Jiyong right?

“Jagiya, tell me,” he says softly, his tone pleading.

You sniff. “I’m really happy with you, Jiyong. I don’t ever want to leave you.”

A small smile appears on his lips. “Then don’t leave me,” he says simply. “Now, tell me what’s been bothering you.”

Should you tell him? If you don’t, you’re almost entirely sure that a new argument would spark. Maybe one that could cause one of you to walk out the door. But If you do, what would he say?

“Jagi?”

“You stink.”

He blinks. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t like the smell of cigarette on you. I don’t like it when you kiss me right after you smoked. I don’t like the idea of you choosing to damage your own body with smoking. I hate it. I hate the smell of tobacco and nicotine and whatever is in that thing. I’m so sorry, Jiyong but it makes me sick.” More tears pour out, blurring your vision. You can’t see his facial expression but the next sound that came out of his mouth left you puzzled.

The sound of his laughter.

You wipe away the tears to find Jiyong laughing to his heart’s content on the living room floor. Puzzled, you continue to watch him, wondering what had you said that triggered this.

He finally catches his breath, returning back to his position in front of you. “Have I mentioned how cute you are?”

You tilt your head. Is he still drunk?

“Yeobo, I thought you were falling out of love when all this time…” He chuckles some more only to quiet down upon seeing your confused expression. “Why did you just tell me now? After so many years?”

You shrug. “You never used to smoke in front of me, so it wasn’t a problem.”

“Jagi, if you want me to quit just tell me. It’s not a big deal,” he says, his smile lingers on his face. “If you hate it so much, you could just let me know.”

“You can’t quit just because of me, Jiyong.”

He nods. “Yeah, I can. Why not? Remember when I told you that I’d do whatever it takes to make you happy? I mean it.”

“B-but how could you just quit because I say so? Isn’t it your stress-reliever? Isn’t it what makes you, you? The bad boy G-Dragon is a smoker. Isn’t that who you are?” God knows why are you insisting on this.

He smiles, pulling you by the chin to reach your lips. “You’re my stress-reliever, jagi. I don’t need anything else other than you. GD is nothing without his girl.”

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A/N: Shoutout to birthtoimages for mentioning me as one of the blogs they adore. I’m really flattered with the compliment. BTW, go check out their scenarios. Definitely one of my favorites writers out here.