Balloon
title: Balloon
pairing: g-ri
genre: FLUFF
a/n: okay so, first fic for g-ri, i did this in one night SO IT SUCKS D; SORRY. but, you can definitely count on better written higher quality fics in the near future. simple story line cause i was in a rush, nothing too complicated at all.
He was the new kid in school, Lee Seunghyun, the kid with the dark circles under his eyes. It's not that he was nerdy, it just took him awhile to fit into his new surroundings. Coming from Gwangju, there were definitely things to adjust to in Seoul, for example, the subway, something he was going to have to take to school every morning. He was transferring into Chung-Ang University as a freshman studying theater and art. It would be in the middle of the year, so he probably-most-definitely had some catching up to do.
In the subway, he could tell it was infested with university students, and they all looked intimidating. He was the only one without the company of a friend. But, with the tremendous amount of courage and pride he contained, he balled his hand into a fist and gave himself a "fighting". He examined the people riding the subway, spotting a few of the girls that he found attractive, of course, but he told himself to wait until after he got used to Seoul before trying anything. Some of the girls were surrounding the general direction of a blonde one. He couldn’t really tell what she looked like since there were crowds of people standing around her. He could only see a head of white-yellow hair. Most likely the queen of the girls, he thought and smirked at his own attempt at a joke.
Kwon Jiyong, junior at Chung-Ang University, known amongst the girls (and boys) at the college as the fashion-music oriented guy, typical cliche pretty boy who was hard to capture the attention of since he was the one in charge of catching everyone's attention instead. Blonde hair that stood out in the sea of black, radiant smile, his uniform even stood out from the many duplicates that surrounded him. He sat in the subway, a few girls waiting their turn to have a chance to speak with him, attempting to have a moment with him, even if it was merely a second or two. They needed something to write down in their diaries that involved some type of interaction with the Kwon Jiyong. He smiled here and there, pretending that he actually gave a fuck, but no, he would never admit that he really didn’t care that this girl had an extra ticket to the movies but she “just can’t find someone else who will go with her” or that this girl had an off period with “no one to hang out with”. Either way, he reassured them that they’ll find someone to go with or that they probably have plenty of friends who will gladly eat lunch with them. He sighed quietly to himself, taking that brief moment of silence to quickly take his iPod out and put his ear buds in. No one dared to interrupt Jiyong when he was listening to his music, his oxygen. Everyone knew just how important it was to him, so the talking abruptly ceased among the girls, disappointment showing clearly by their expressions.
Closing his eyes, he sat listening to his music on shuffle and compliantly got lost in his thoughts.
---
Upon his arrival at the university, he realized two things. For one thing, the school was fucking huge. Secondly, there were definitely a lot of people attending it. He was in his music class now, his last class, actually, meaning the day was almost over, thank god.
He was only taking two classes, one for theater, one for music. They were the early classes, and not because he was an early bird, he just wanted to get them over with and enjoy the rest of his day like a “normal person.”
He arrived somewhat earlier to this class since it was close to his previous one, and he automatically took a seat towards the back, after putting on a plastic smile and introducing himself to the professor, of course. He watched as the seats slowly became filled with students, friends sitting side by side, making him feel slightly lonely and loser-ish as he sat at his two-person table as a one-person table. It was next to the window, so he pretended to immerse himself with something outside.
“Anyeong. Mind if I sit here? Well, it doesn’t matter actually, ‘cause I’m sitting here anyway.”
Rude. It was the first word that flew across his brain after hearing such words. He turned to see the blonde haired girl taking a seat. She turned to look at him, a smirk on her face, and then realization hit him.
“You’re a guy.”
“Well, yeah, obviously. Telling by your uniform, you’re a freshman, meaning you’re two years younger. So, that’s hyung to you.”
“I thought you were a---just kidding, never mind.”
“Kwon Jiyong, they call me G-Dragon though.”
“G-Dragon?”
“Yeah.”
“Uhm, I’m Lee Seunghyun. But you can call me Seungri.”
“So, new student huh? Consider me your first new friend here at Chung-Ang.”
And with that, their friendship began.
---
It became one of those in-class friendships that included nothing besides education and classes they took. They didn’t greet each other in the halls or converse about their interests or the lives they had outside of the university. It was always school-related, but they didn’t mind.
---
“Panda.”
“What?”
“Panda. You look like a panda to me. Your dark circles are practically alive.”
They were in class, music class, the only class they actually had together. Seungri would never admit it, but he looked forward to it.
“Yeah, well, I get that a lot.”
“I bet.”
The bell rang and the professor began the lecture. Today, they had their laptops because they were starting some project involving the music making program.
“After class, we’re going to get lunch. It’ll be our first lunch date-hangout thing outside of school, so you can’t say no.”
“But hyung, I have so much wor-“
“Didn’t I just say you can’t say no? That includes excuses.”
---
Jiyong was someone completely different once you got to him, or, well, at least that’s what Seungri concluded. He was a more passionate person, his thoughts intricate and complex, out of the blue, unordinary. He thought things that made sense to question, and Seungri found inspiration in him.
“Seungri-ah.”
“Yeah, hyung?”
“Music is really important to me.”
“I know, hyung.”
Jiyong ruffled Seungri’s hair and smiled.
“Let’s become really close, okay?”
“We’ll see, hyung.”
Seungri had gotten used to Jiyong’s random statements, began to understand them as his own way of thinking out loud. He liked that Jiyong was outspoken about anything. When the older didn’t talk, he expressed his thoughts through the music they listened to as they shared Jiyong’s earphones.
---
They became close, just like that. The title “friends” could actually be considered an understatement. It was already nearing the end of the school year, time flying by completely and utterly fast. Jiyong and Seungri, they had so much in common. They began hanging out outside of school almost all the time, and Jiyong was almost always at Seungri’s apartment, inviting himself over when he got bored and had nothing to do. Even if he pretended to be annoyed, Seungri didn’t mind. He never did.
He became the envy of all girls; they could only dream of getting the chance to be that close to Jiyong, make him laugh until tears formed, have conversations with him that meant absolutely nothing, and most of all, have Jiyong’s arm draped around their shoulders.
They were close though, best friends, dongsaeng-hyung friendship, Seungri-Jiyong, Jiyong-Seungri.
---
Today wasn’t any different from every other day, but Jiyong felt tingles in his stomach as he watched Seungri do his homework, his concentration completely and fully fixated on the paper in front of him. He had his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, and every now and then, he’d scribble something down as if he was afraid to lose it.
“What?”
Jiyong snapped out of his thoughts and quickly ripped his gaze away from the younger, pretending to write something down on his own blank sheet of paper.
Seungri shrugged it off and decided to let it go. It was only 5 minutes later when Jiyong decided to break the silence.
“You look cute when you’re concentrated.”
Seungri made a face and looked up from his homework to see Jiyong staring at him, a small smile on his lips.
“Hyung, you’re being weird.”
Jiyong let out a small chuckle, looked away and down at his hands, squeezing them together then letting go.
“Yeah, I know…”
---
Jiyong was beginning to feel things around Seungri that he didn’t feel before, and he was scarred to find out what they were. He pretended he didn’t feel his fingers tingle when their hands accidentally brushed or that his heart didn’t speed up just a little when Seungri smiled at him. He blamed it on some fever he was catching and his mind not being able to function because of it.
But, all the excuses in the world couldn’t hide the truth, and he knew it himself.
---
They were at the park, starring up at the clouds from their position on the grass.
"I bet the clouds actually taste like cotton candy."
"Hyung, that's scientifically impossible. The clouds probablty taste like pollution."
"Seungri, you're thinking too deeply into things."
"No, I'm just thinking realistically."
Jiyong didn't say anything after that, so Seungri turned to see what he was doing. The older had his eyes closed, his head cocked to an angle as it leaned on his left shoulder, exposing the right side of his pale smooth neck. Thoughts ran through his mind and there was no denying that his hyung was absolutely breath taking. Seungri caught himself starring and quickly looked away, wondering to himself how someone like him got lucky enough to become this close with someone like Jiyong.
He looked back at the clouds and imagined what it would be like to taste them.
---
Jiyong really did catch a fever.
They were doing their homework on Seungri’s living room table, watching some variety show, when Jiyong suddenly felt light-headed and weak. His vision began to spin, and suddenly, everything blacked out.
When he woke up, he found himself in a bed too comfortable to be normal. Either that or he was so sick anything with cushion became heavenly. It was dark in the room, and there were layers and layers of blankets covering him from chin to toes. It took him awhile, but he eventually remembered why he was there in the first place.
“Hyung, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
He turned his head to look at the door to the room and saw Seungri approaching the bed.
“I thought you died on me out there.”
Jiyong smiled weakly, shifting in the bed so that he was lying on his side, facing his dongsaeng. He absentmindedly nuzzled his face into the pillow, the smell of Seungri’s cologne filling his nose. After realizing what a creep he was being, he stopped almost immediately.
“Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to faint on you like that. “
Seungri sat down next to the bed, resting his head on his arms. He spoke softly to the older, trying not to raise his voice above a whisper. “You feeling okay, Jiyong-hyung?”
“Mmm, yeah…somewhat.”
He opened his eyes, briefly looking at his dongsaeng who was sitting beside the bed on the floor.
“Hey hyung, you’ve been wearing your hat all day. You hiding something under there?”
Jiyong laughed. He completely forgot about that. Just yesterday he died his hair back to black and trimmed it. He was afraid that his hair looked way too nerdy and a little to similar to Spock, so he hid it under a beanie.
“Uhm, yeah, about that. You have to promise me you won’t laugh.”
“Yeah, sure.”
And with that, he pulled off the beanie. His hair was probably a mix between a bowl cut and looking as if he’d just woken up, ruffled and all. For some reason, Seungri didn’t say anything. Actually, Jiyong couldn’t pinpoint what Seungri was thinking. His expression was unreadable, and the silence was almost too unbearable for Jiyong to handle.
“I like your hair like this, hyung.” Jiyong let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“It makes you look natural…like the true you…it fits really well.”
“Thanks, Seungri-ah. My confidence kind of died when I got it cut.” Things went quiet after that and Jiyong couldn't help but stare at Seungri, who looked completely innocent where he was.
The clock hit 10:35 and Seungri yawned. He got up from his spot on the ground and stretched. Jiyong took in the sight and licked his lips, forcing his eyes to look somewhere other than the person in front of him.
“I’m going to go to sleep now. Just call when you need something, I’ll be right outside in the living room. Goodnight, hyung.”
Seungri turned to go but felt a small tugging at the hem of his shirt. He turned and looked down at his hyung who had his face in a pillow.
“Can you sleep here with me?” his voice was muffled.
“What?”
“Can you sleep here with me?” he said, shyly looking down at the floor.
“Oh, yeah, sure hyung. Let me change and stuff first.” And with that, Seungri left the room, taking some clothes with him to the wash room. After 5 minutes of waiting, he came back, turning off the light as he entered. It was awkward, really awkward, but he climbed into bed next to Jiyong anyways and laid on his side, facing the other’s back. He figured the elder was already sleeping, so he closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.
“Hey, Seungri. Can I tell you something?”
Seungri was half asleep, but he replied anyways. “Mm?”
“I think I like you, Seungri.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
---
Jiyong thought he was going to be rejected after his confession, but Seungri accepted it as if it were nothing. Things got a little different after that one night, but everything developed slowly. They began sharing Seungri’s bed, sharing clothes, food, toothpaste, Jiyong basically lived at Seungri’s apartment and his roomate at the dorms probably liked it better now that he practically had the room to himself.
They were sitting on the living room floor. Seungri was resting his head on his arm on the table, Jiyong mirroring his position beside him. They weren’t talking, it was only Seungri ghosting his fingers over Jiyong’s pale arm, causing goose bumps to rise.
“Hyung…you’re beautiful…”
Jiyong’s heart skipped a beat.
“You make me really happy.”
Skip.
“And I know we haven’t said anything about what we are, but you’re the best relationship I’ve ever been in.”
Skip. Beat. Skip.
He stopped Seungri’s hand from trailing back and forth on his forearm and entwined their fingers. He lifted his head from the table, moving closer and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against the younger’s cheek. This was the closest they’d ever been, and Jiyong could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
He kissed Seungri’s cheek lovingly, trailing his lips along the soft flesh and stopping when his lips were only a centimeter away from the other’s. He finally pressed his lips against Seungri’s and smiled in satisfaction, wondering why he hadn’t done this sooner.
“You’re so cheesy, Seungri-ah.”
It was their first kiss, and Jiyong thought it couldn’t be more perfect.
---
They were sitting in class, the professor talking about minors, majors, scales, music related things. Of course, though, they weren't listening to a thing she was saying. Instead, they entertained themselves by passing notes to each other. Actually, Jiyong wasn't paying attention to the lecture. Seungri was trying his best to understand what the teacher was saying while keeping Jiyong sane.
While he was writing down something, Jiyong threw yet another wad of paper at him. He opened it up.
You know, music was the most important thing in my life until you came along. I can't even concentrate in this class anymore 'cause you're sitting right there.
It sounded like some cheesy pick-up line but Seungri couldn't help but break out into a smile. He turned to Jiyong and shrugged then turned back to the lecture.
He was expecting it, but another paper was thrown at him. This time, written on the outside of the folded paper, read "this is the last one, promise."
He opened up and read the note. Seungri could practically feel his heart blooming and he turned to look at Jiyong. He was actually listening to the teacher when he looked over.
Seungri put the note in his pocket, reminding himself to put it somewhere safe later when they got home. The words on the paper repeated themselves in his head the rest of the class.
I just want you to know, you're special to me.
---
They were lying in bed, curled up in each other’s warmth. School was over, it had already been a year, yet it only seemed as though they were giving introductions in music class just yesterday.
Jiyong pressed his forehead against Seungri’s.
“You’re so cute.”
His grip tightened around the younger’s waist, and he pecked Seungri on the lips.
“I have a confession to make.”
“What is it?”
“I think I love you.”
Seungri was quite for a while and Jiyong began to panic. His worries vanished as quickly as they came when Seungri nuzzled his face into Jiyong’s chest and he breathed, the vibrations hitting his heart like a thousand bullets.
"Yeah, I love you too hyung.”
---
"Hey, hyung?"
"Yeah, maknae?"
"We're all just like balloons in a way, aren't we? I mean, unless we have someone holding onto us, we keep floating until we can't float anymore."
"Well, there would be two types of people then, wouldn't there? The balloon and the person holding the balloon."
"Yeah, I guess there would be."
"I think...I think I would be the person holding the balloon, keeping it close to me and not letting it go. I don't think I could stand watching it leave."
"If you held onto it strong enough, I'll bet it won't go."
"Then I'll hold it tight until forever."
a/n: it sucks, yes, i know, i'm sorry. it's 4 am and i tried finishing this all tonight. BUT like i said before, expect better written fics in the future.