[Oneshot] With You Always
Title : With You Always
Summary : The fifth time Jiyong told Seungri
Pairing : GRi
Rating : PG-13
Warning : Bad grammar
Disclaimer : Nothing but the plot.
A/N : I think I failed but I'll let you decide.
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He already expected this. Maybe even hoped for it. But he still felt a twinge of pity for Seungri. Yes. Seungri's been stood up. Again. And there he sat, alone in a restaurant, dressed in his favourite black suit. Looking all dazzling.
Jiyong watched Seungri's reflection in a mirror and saw the sigh that Seungri gusted with heavy breathing. He walked to him and ruffled his hair as he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes, with head on top of the table.
It was time to make his move.
He cupped the back of Seungri's neck, his thumb caressing Seungri just under his left ear. He felt Seungri's pulse leap and saw a smile across Seungri's face. Seungri turned to look back over his shoulder. Jiyong stepped beside Seungri and watched as Seungri's smile died.
Yanking himself away from Jiyong's touch, he frowned at him. "What are you doing here?"
Jiyong gave Seungri a long-suffering look. He moved his head and he said, "Come on. Let's go"
Seungri hunched his shoulder and turned his head away. "Get lost. I don't need you to rescue me"
Jiyong glanced at the two empty water bottles sitting and pulled out some cash out of his wallet and leave it on the table. Then he stood there for a moment, gazing at the top of Seungri's head, while his mind juggling the usual debate whether to spank this boy or kiss him out of the blue.
Under his breath, he said, " Yes, you do. And this time I'm going to do it right"
In one way or another, he had been rescuing Seungri since they were small kids, and as always Seungri always resented it. Whether as a panda boy who always try to show what his got to the world, or the grown beautiful and hot young man that Seungri had evolved into, Seungri had been diving head first into catastrophes and Jiyong is always there to reeling Seungri out. And though until just recently, he hoped that Seungri will viewed him as more than just a brothersome hyung, and he will never considered Seungri as a dongsaeng.
But Jiyong's problem was that every time he had tried to tell Seungri about how he felt, he will spoiled it up, as the result of being Seungri never believed him.
He reached down and started to pull Seungri's chair out from the table, the muscle of his arm flexing to reach Seungri.
Seungri didn't suprise him. True to form, Seungri was stubborn and tried to dig his feet under the chair, but after a brief struggle, he must have realized it was pointless. With a sigh, Seungri let him to pull his body up and followed him out of the restaurant. They walked for a block without any word, but he had no problem of reading Seungri's thought. Seungri had an expressive face, and he's the expert of translating it for years.
They reached his car, and Jiyong pulled out the key and unlocking the passenger door of his car.
Seungri pulled away from him, then turned and lifted his head and look into Jiyong's eyes, still not saying anything.
Jiyong felt his lips twitch. "What? Still mad at me?"
Seungri settled his butt back against the side of his car and shook his head, a sad look formed on his face. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Seunghyun. Mad at myself or... at least disgusted with myself" .
Jiyong's heart clenched as tears starts to roll down from Seungri's face.
"What's wrong with me, Ji? Why is it so hard for me to find someone who will care about me once in a while, instead of thinking only himself?. Someone who can remember which of the night is my night, and which of the night is with those noonas."
Taking a step forward, Seungri settled himself against Jiyong's body, his arm around Jiyong's waist, the side of his face resting on Jiyong's shoulder. Jiyong's chin came down, and gently rub the top of Seungri's head with it, while his arm surrounded Seungri with comfort and protection. Their movements were fluid and so natural, as if they had stood like this many times before. And they had.
Seungri mumbled into the bare flesh beneath his mouth, "If you crack a joke or make fun of me, I swear I'll bite you"
Jiyong cupped the back of Seungri's head, pulled back and dropped a gentle kiss on Seungri's forehead. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it? All right, no jokes, no making fun. Come on. Get in the car. Everything will be okay. I promise"
Frowning up at him, Seungri said. "But I have my own car here"
Lightly squeezing Seungri's head, he said "Ri Panda, I told you to get in the car. Now get in!"
Wrenching himself out of Jiyong's hand, nearly hissing like the panda Jiyong had called him and said, "Don't call me that! And how many time have I told you, you are not the boss of me!"
Grinning, Jiyong replied, "I've lost my count. But I do remember that you were six years old the first time you said it"
Grumbling, crossing his arms over his chest and staying his ground, "You did it again. You always making fun of me whenever I'm being serious. Why you always want me to feel like I'm a kid? Why you don't want to listen to what I want?"
Exasperated, Jiyong said, "Fine, since you've already said that, I didn't want to do this here, but you leave me no choice. Now, listen to me first". With that, he pushed Seungri's back against the car, using the weight of his pelvis to hold Seungri there, letting him feel one facet of his desire, but knowing he had to make Seungri understand the extent of it.
With a deep breath, he said, " You've been a part of my life since you were six, and I was eight. So I can speak with authority and say there is nothing wrong with you, Seungri." He paused. " I want to drive you to the park near where we lived when we were kids. I was fourteen years old the first time I told you I wanted to marry you, and that's where we were. Since then I've told you four times. And each time, it was in that park. So now, have you been listened to all of that?"
He felt Seungri gasp and heard the wobble in his voice as he said, " I told you not to make jokes. You're making fun of me again"
Jiyong leaned his forehead on Seungri's. "Baby, it's never been a joke. It's the truth. But the way I feel about you scares me, so everytime I tried to tell you I deliberately make it sound like I was teasing. But I was serious, even when I was fourteen. And everytime I was standing there with my heart in my palms, offering it to you"
Seungri put his hands on Jiyong's chest and pushed him away, looking up to his face. "What are you saying?"
Jiyong swallowed his heart, which had taken up clogging his throat. "I guess I still haven't said it, have I?"
"I love you, Ri. I want you to be my wife. I want to be the only one for you. The only one that you can count on to take care of you whenever you're sad, or sick or mad. I want to be there for you always. and I want only you for me. And lately I've been thinking that, just maybe, you love me too"
Seungri punched him on the shoulder and then yelled in his face. "You moron! Of course I love you. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Laughing, Jiyong grabbed Seungri's fist, and then pulled Seungri tightly to him. Lowering his mouth to Seungri's, he said, " I've been asking you to marry me since I was fourteen! What more do you want?"
The End.
(A/N : Have been distract myself from Fated Love series. Don't worry I'm still gonna finish writing FL. Kekeke. So how do you guys think? As always criticism or comments, I'm open to it)
Summary : The fifth time Jiyong told Seungri
Pairing : GRi
Rating : PG-13
Warning : Bad grammar
Disclaimer : Nothing but the plot.
A/N : I think I failed but I'll let you decide.
*******
He already expected this. Maybe even hoped for it. But he still felt a twinge of pity for Seungri. Yes. Seungri's been stood up. Again. And there he sat, alone in a restaurant, dressed in his favourite black suit. Looking all dazzling.
Jiyong watched Seungri's reflection in a mirror and saw the sigh that Seungri gusted with heavy breathing. He walked to him and ruffled his hair as he sat back in his chair, closing his eyes, with head on top of the table.
It was time to make his move.
He cupped the back of Seungri's neck, his thumb caressing Seungri just under his left ear. He felt Seungri's pulse leap and saw a smile across Seungri's face. Seungri turned to look back over his shoulder. Jiyong stepped beside Seungri and watched as Seungri's smile died.
Yanking himself away from Jiyong's touch, he frowned at him. "What are you doing here?"
Jiyong gave Seungri a long-suffering look. He moved his head and he said, "Come on. Let's go"
Seungri hunched his shoulder and turned his head away. "Get lost. I don't need you to rescue me"
Jiyong glanced at the two empty water bottles sitting and pulled out some cash out of his wallet and leave it on the table. Then he stood there for a moment, gazing at the top of Seungri's head, while his mind juggling the usual debate whether to spank this boy or kiss him out of the blue.
Under his breath, he said, " Yes, you do. And this time I'm going to do it right"
In one way or another, he had been rescuing Seungri since they were small kids, and as always Seungri always resented it. Whether as a panda boy who always try to show what his got to the world, or the grown beautiful and hot young man that Seungri had evolved into, Seungri had been diving head first into catastrophes and Jiyong is always there to reeling Seungri out. And though until just recently, he hoped that Seungri will viewed him as more than just a brothersome hyung, and he will never considered Seungri as a dongsaeng.
But Jiyong's problem was that every time he had tried to tell Seungri about how he felt, he will spoiled it up, as the result of being Seungri never believed him.
He reached down and started to pull Seungri's chair out from the table, the muscle of his arm flexing to reach Seungri.
Seungri didn't suprise him. True to form, Seungri was stubborn and tried to dig his feet under the chair, but after a brief struggle, he must have realized it was pointless. With a sigh, Seungri let him to pull his body up and followed him out of the restaurant. They walked for a block without any word, but he had no problem of reading Seungri's thought. Seungri had an expressive face, and he's the expert of translating it for years.
They reached his car, and Jiyong pulled out the key and unlocking the passenger door of his car.
Seungri pulled away from him, then turned and lifted his head and look into Jiyong's eyes, still not saying anything.
Jiyong felt his lips twitch. "What? Still mad at me?"
Seungri settled his butt back against the side of his car and shook his head, a sad look formed on his face. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Seunghyun. Mad at myself or... at least disgusted with myself" .
Jiyong's heart clenched as tears starts to roll down from Seungri's face.
"What's wrong with me, Ji? Why is it so hard for me to find someone who will care about me once in a while, instead of thinking only himself?. Someone who can remember which of the night is my night, and which of the night is with those noonas."
Taking a step forward, Seungri settled himself against Jiyong's body, his arm around Jiyong's waist, the side of his face resting on Jiyong's shoulder. Jiyong's chin came down, and gently rub the top of Seungri's head with it, while his arm surrounded Seungri with comfort and protection. Their movements were fluid and so natural, as if they had stood like this many times before. And they had.
Seungri mumbled into the bare flesh beneath his mouth, "If you crack a joke or make fun of me, I swear I'll bite you"
Jiyong cupped the back of Seungri's head, pulled back and dropped a gentle kiss on Seungri's forehead. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it? All right, no jokes, no making fun. Come on. Get in the car. Everything will be okay. I promise"
Frowning up at him, Seungri said. "But I have my own car here"
Lightly squeezing Seungri's head, he said "Ri Panda, I told you to get in the car. Now get in!"
Wrenching himself out of Jiyong's hand, nearly hissing like the panda Jiyong had called him and said, "Don't call me that! And how many time have I told you, you are not the boss of me!"
Grinning, Jiyong replied, "I've lost my count. But I do remember that you were six years old the first time you said it"
Grumbling, crossing his arms over his chest and staying his ground, "You did it again. You always making fun of me whenever I'm being serious. Why you always want me to feel like I'm a kid? Why you don't want to listen to what I want?"
Exasperated, Jiyong said, "Fine, since you've already said that, I didn't want to do this here, but you leave me no choice. Now, listen to me first". With that, he pushed Seungri's back against the car, using the weight of his pelvis to hold Seungri there, letting him feel one facet of his desire, but knowing he had to make Seungri understand the extent of it.
With a deep breath, he said, " You've been a part of my life since you were six, and I was eight. So I can speak with authority and say there is nothing wrong with you, Seungri." He paused. " I want to drive you to the park near where we lived when we were kids. I was fourteen years old the first time I told you I wanted to marry you, and that's where we were. Since then I've told you four times. And each time, it was in that park. So now, have you been listened to all of that?"
He felt Seungri gasp and heard the wobble in his voice as he said, " I told you not to make jokes. You're making fun of me again"
Jiyong leaned his forehead on Seungri's. "Baby, it's never been a joke. It's the truth. But the way I feel about you scares me, so everytime I tried to tell you I deliberately make it sound like I was teasing. But I was serious, even when I was fourteen. And everytime I was standing there with my heart in my palms, offering it to you"
Seungri put his hands on Jiyong's chest and pushed him away, looking up to his face. "What are you saying?"
Jiyong swallowed his heart, which had taken up clogging his throat. "I guess I still haven't said it, have I?"
"I love you, Ri. I want you to be my wife. I want to be the only one for you. The only one that you can count on to take care of you whenever you're sad, or sick or mad. I want to be there for you always. and I want only you for me. And lately I've been thinking that, just maybe, you love me too"
Seungri punched him on the shoulder and then yelled in his face. "You moron! Of course I love you. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Laughing, Jiyong grabbed Seungri's fist, and then pulled Seungri tightly to him. Lowering his mouth to Seungri's, he said, " I've been asking you to marry me since I was fourteen! What more do you want?"
The End.
(A/N : Have been distract myself from Fated Love series. Don't worry I'm still gonna finish writing FL. Kekeke. So how do you guys think? As always criticism or comments, I'm open to it)