G-Dragon x F!Reader | loser

"Uh, sir, are you okay?"

The man remained slumped in your garden, sprawled out across your lovely wild flowers. Considering that you didn't have the time or the patience to deal with maintaining fancy flowers, you bought a packet of wild flower seeds from the local florists and sprinkled them onto your front lawn. That way, it wasn't as boring as just grass and had pops of colour, without the maintenance. You had even bought a charming little gnome, with a red hat and chubby cheeks, to spruce up the garden. He was now being used as a cuddling partner by the man destroying your flowers.

He let out a low grunt.

Sighing, you crouched down by him, tightening your robe around you. It was still the winter season, despite Christmas having come and gone. A fierce chill was in the air, the kind that turned your breath to fog. Plus, wearing your pajamas and thin slippers out in it didn't help. But you couldn't just leave the stranger on your lawn like this.

"Honestly," you scoffed. "What sane person spends a winter night outside?" Roughly, you shook his shoulder. "Why did you even stumble into my garden anyway?" You glanced at your gate, noting that it was still closed. He must have climbed over your short fence. Or maybe he simply fell in? "Don't you have somewhere better to be?"

"Yah!" he growled, trying to move away from your rough shaking. "Don't you ever shut up, woman?"

"Oh, of course I do. But not around idiots on my lawn!"

Grumbling something under his breath that you couldn't hear, the man struggled to his feet, swaying a little. He wore a red graphic top, tight jeans, boots and a massive leopard print, fur coat. Despite having spent the night rough, his hair looked perfect, slicked back and entirely in place. One of his sideburns was connected to a tattoo of a noose - rather amusing, you thought. He seemed like the type of guy to value his appearance. Yet, there he stood, reeking of booze and brushing deceased flowers and grass blades from his fur coat.

"Thanks for waking me up, I guess," he said. Sniffing, he looked around. The rows of houses and white picket fences were as unfamiliar to him as they were foreign. He had never in his life ventured to a place this ... pristine. "Where am I exactly?"

With crossed arms, you told him the name of your residential area.

"How do I get back to the main street from here?" he asked.

Once there, he would know him way around perfectly. Every little knook and cranny of this city had been explored by him, exploited and used. He knew them well enough to do what he liked in them, hide from people and find people. The streets were his home.

"You go up that way," you pointed right, "around the corner then keep going straight. At the end - "

"Mommy?"

Little feet patted out onto the grass, bare toes sinking into the soil. Your daughter came to a stop by your side, deciding to stand on your feet to protect herself from just how cold the grass was. She wished she had thought to put on shoes. With curious eyes, she examined the stranger who looked at her as if she were an alien.

"Who's this, mommy?" she quizzed. "Is he your friend? Why is he wearing that weird coat? What does that say?" She pointed to the tattoos on his knuckles, squinting, trying to read them.

Jiyong took a step back, like she were poison.

He didn't have much experience with kids.

Or any, in fact.

"He's no one, sweetheart. Just a man who ruined mommy's garden. Why don't you go back in and finish breakfast, then I'll be in to help you get dressed. School will be starting soon." You poked her nose, earning a satisfy peal of giggles.

"Okay, mommy!"

She bounded back inside, hurrying across the cold grass. She took a moment to scrape her bare feet on the welcome mat before scurrying inside. You turned your attention back to the man.

"Now, at the end of the road there's this shortcut that will take you to the entrance of our estate. Take a left once you're out and keep going straight for about a half hour. That's how you get to main street."

Swallowing, he nodded. "Thanks. Uh, what's her name? The kids, I mean?"

"Sora. Mine is (Y/N). What's yours?"

"Jiyong. And, uh, sorry about your garden." Looking down, he noticed the him-shaped indent on the spiked grass, plus the blades and flowers he had scattered when wiping them off his coat. Which was damp, thanks to the cold air and dewy grass. As were the rest of his clothes. "See ya."

With that, he threw a leg over your fence, the other once following and off he went.

- - -

Three Days Later

With Sora at school, you had some much needed time to yourself. With a few hours to kill and a list of movies you wanted to watch, you set out with throwing your blanket and pillows on the couch and slipping in a DVD. You let the ads play while you put some popcorn in the microwave.

A knock sounded at the door.

You hadn't expected to see your surprise garden caller ever again, so couldn't help gaping when you opened the door and saw him.

"Uh ... ?"

Jiyong stood there in a graphic tee, red suspenders, distressed jeans and the same boots he had worn when you had found him on your lawn. His taste for fashion made you feel a little self conscience, as you stood there in a plain pair of jeans, a plain top and plain shoes. To top of your look were stains from where Sora had hugged you with her chocolatey fingers. But even more surprising than his house call was the bouquet of flowers he held. An assortment of different kinds that complimented each other perfectly.

It was beautiful.

"Hi," he greeted, wearing a dazzling smile. He looked a lot brighter than when he had woken up on your lawn. He oozed the kind of effortless charisma that must have charmed countless women. "Sorry to drop by so suddenly. I just wanted to thank you properly for your directions and, uh, also apologise for trampling your flowers. Here." He handed the bouquet to you.

"Oh," you gaped. "Oh. Um, why don't you come in while I put these in a vase?"

He bit his lip. "Won't your husband mind?"

Rolling your eyes, you ushered him in. "Even if I had one, I would still invite you in. Thanks for these, by the way," you said, shutting the door behind him and taking a whiff from a red rose. "Sorry about the mess, as well. I should have been tidying up after Sora went to school but watching a movie seemed way more fun."

Jiyong followed after you, almost like a puppy.

This was his first time being in a homely home. He didn't know what procedures were required once you stepped foot inside one and he didn't know what to do. So he trailed after you, watching you pull a vase out from under the sink and fill it with tap water, putting the bouquet inside.

"So, want some coffee? Tea?"

"You got any milk?"

"Yeah, sure."

You thought it was strange, in a way. He seemed like a bad boy - probably was one too. Yet, there he stood with this awkward smile on his handsome face as he awaited his glass of milk.

Taking a tall glass from the cupboard over your head, you filled it with milk taken out of the fridge before putting it back in, on the shelf by the ketchup. Handing it to him, you sat at the kitchen table and invited him to do likewise. The entire kitchen just smelt of fresh popcorn and you craved it but you felt bad about pigging out in front of a guest so you resisted temptation.

"Thanks, once again, for the flowers," you said.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Jiyong gulped some milk. "It was my pleasure. I love making pretty girls smile."

Rolling your eyes, you tried to fight off a smile. "How many girls have you used that line on?"

"None that were like you."

"Is that a compliment?" you wondered.

He shrugged. "Just an observation, really. So, you mentioned that you had no husband. Do you have a partner in any way?"

"Why do you care?"

Throwing an arm over the back of his chair, he shrugged. "Eh. It wouldn't matter to me even if you did but if I'm gonna hit on you, it would be nice to know, I guess."

This was the strangest way that you had ever been chatted up before.

And maybe it was his charming looks or the fact that the last man you had been with, five years ago, had left you as soon as he found out you were pregnant; but his flirting made your heart stutter, just a little. Working and supporting your daughter had taken up too much of your time and whenever you found time for a date, it either didn't work out or they didn't want "a package deal." So no real romantic or physical interaction in five years. Damn, you were a little embarrassed about that.

"Jiyong," you began. "I have a kid and no offense but you don't strike me as the kind of guy who's good with the whole family thing. I don't mind messing around and whatever but my daughter is my everything. I don't want her around the wrong type of people - "

"Yah!" he exclaimed, sitting forward. "Don't judge me just for my looks! My tattoos don't mean I'm some sort of villain!"

"I never said that, did I?"

"Then what's wrong with me?" He looked offended.

"I found you passed out on my flower bed stinking of alcohol!" you exclaimed. "Even Sora seen you!"

Scoffing, he pulled at one of his suspender straps. "Okay, so I party hard? And I don't have a," he struggled for an appropriate way of saying this, "happy background or experience with kids - " He noticed your unconvinced expression. "But, listen, okay. I'm not a bad person. I've just made some really stupid mistakes. But I want to be different." He looked around the kitchen, as if he were in some sort of alternate reality. "I've always wanted something like this; a woman to come home to, cute kid, a home with a garden and shit. I'm ready to leave my life behind. And have a better future."

It was hard to imagine someone like him completely changing their way of life.

But you would give him a chance, you supposed.

"Okay. I'll bite. But if you mess up or if you do anything that affects Sora, then you're out."

Beaming, he gulped down the rest of his milk, slamming the empty glass down with an accomplished smirk on his face. "Awesome! So, me, you, date tonight?"

He definitely knew nothing about children.

"Obviously not," you told him, watching his face drop. "Sora needs a babysitter. Her usual one won't be able to do it so last minute. Also, I have the late shift tonight. But," you smiled, "how about Saturday?"

Smiling, he nodded. "Saturday sounds good to me. Thanks for the milk and make sure you give me a call later, I'll tell you where to meet me on Saturday."

"I don't have your number?"

"Yes, you do. Check your flowers."

With a confident spring in his step, Jiyong bounded out of your kitchen, passed the living room with a movie loaded and toys all over the floor, through the hallway with framed pictures of Sora to the front door. He shut it behind himself softly, marching across the path that led to your white picket fence, that encased your homely lawn. He gave a wave goodbye to the chubby-cheeked gnome that had been his snuggling partner three nights ago.

For the first time in a long time, Jiyong felt happy.

He felt like he would soon be able to look at himself in the mirror and not see a scarred delinquent full of regrets, but a man who would be able to look people in the eye and see respect in them. He envisioned a great deal of things on his walk back to his dingy apartment. But before any of that could happen, he had to do one thing.

Win your heart.