Preview to: The Dream Maker
Preview | The Dream Maker | Jiyong, Seungri
Rating: R? (Might change this later)
a/n: so, i think ive been dead for well over a month now maybe? haha >__>... but to make up for that absence, here's a little preview of what im hopefully going to complete soon. this is unedited for now btw.
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The cold night air whispered against his face, and he reached up to wipe away non-existent tears, only he was actually feeling his numb cheeks to see how cold they’d gotten in the past thirty minutes he’d been out on the school’s rooftop.
He was on the edge, literally, his legs dangling off the side of the building, and he was aware of how dangerously close he was to death, how beautifully close he was to ending his life, and maybe he’d get to see his dream catcher on the other side like normal friends. Maybe he’d get to put a name to his face, or maybe he’d end up on the wrong side, if sides even really existed. You only know what’s true about religion and beliefs until you’ve truly taken the journey of death.
Jiyong stared down onto the ground and wondered how hard the impact between him and concrete would be. There really wasn’t much of a difference from hitting rock bottom and sitting on the rooftop; either way he’d be seeing stars.
His legs were tingling from Chaerin’s touch, and he just wanted to scrub it away until the memory washed out of his mind. He wondered what she was doing at that very moment, crying maybe or completely confused, he really didn’t care.
He was ripped from his thoughts as he felt a familiar warmth settle at his side, and he watched out of the corner of his eye as Seungri hung his own limbs from the school building. No words were said, and he was glad that Seungri understood the comfort of the silence that enveloped them in an imaginary hiatus in time.
He kept his eyes at the ground, switching gazes from the stars to the concrete, and he tried to suppress the urge to turn his head and glance at Seungri, but after awhile, his curiosity began nibbling at the edges of his crowded mind, and it was then that they made eye contact, and Jiyong thought he felt the world shake.
Seungri’s eyes pierced through him straight to his heart, and it almost hurt. He was wearing a navy blue hoodie, so large that Jiyong felt the urge to just cuddle up to the other for warmth, and he regretted not bringing his own.
Jiyong had broken eye contact awhile ago, but he could still feel Seungri’s gaze on him, and it made him shift uncomfortably, the hairs on his arm standing on end, and he wondered why he was reacting in such a manner.
“…you okay?”
His simple words struck the shield of silence, but his words were quiet, reassuring and gentle in that way that said I’m here for you, and it reminded Jiyong of the feeling he got when he saw a shooting star dance like pirouettes across the sky. And that was all that it took for Jiyong’s stomach muscles to tense, and soft tears sparkled down his numb cheeks.
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a/n: feedback? :] thanks for reading!