Blue Sunday (G-Dragon/Jinu)
Title: Blue Sunday
Pairing: G-Dragon/Jinu, Jinu/Junie
Rating: PG
Beta: Tama
Warnings: Large age difference.
A/N: This vignette follows the other four I wrote. This pairing just won't leave me alone. >>a
Jinu's life falls apart spectacularly over the next few months. His relationship with Junie deteriorates, and then she loses their child and starts hanging out more and more with one of her models, almost daring him to say something. He doesn't. He might be a cheating bastard, but he's not a hypocrite.
Sometimes, he almost wishes he'd had the balls to tell her what he did, though. If he had, maybe she would've packed up and left a long time ago, and the divorce wouldn't be such a painful, drawn-out, humiliating process for everyone involved.
At least it's over, now. She dropped by two days ago to pick up most of her things, which seems to make it official even though they aren't completely done with the paperwork. Jinu managed to avoid stepping into his house for two days, smoking up with Perry and crashing on his couch, then pretending to work on Jinusean's fabled comeback single in the studios. The need for clothes and good coffee, though, drives him back to his own house. He can't run away forever (as tempting as it is to have another holiday in LA).
He turns on the lights and immediately regrets it. The emptiness hits him like a punch in the stomach - the missing trinkets on the shelves, the bare coat rack, the clear space on the desk where Junie's computer used to be, right next to his.
He walks over to the kitchen and tries to wash the coffee maker and start it up without looking at anything. Once he's done, he sits in the living room and does the only thing he can think of doing - he sends a text message to Ji Yong. "Come to my place," he types simply, knowing he doesn't need to explain anything. Ji Yong, along with everyone else in the studios, knows exactly what's going on, although they've all been too polite to bring it up. He's starting to hate the way they all walk on eggshells around him, though, shooting him concerned looks and going to ridiculous lengths to avoid mentioning anything that might remind him of Junie.
His phone chimes a minute later. He's on his way. Jinu is more relieved by the quick reply than he'd like to admit. Ji Yong and Junie are so similar that they've gotten close over the past several months (which has been a nightmare for Jinu), bonding over fashion and photography. The last time Jinu's morbid curiosity had prompted him to check Junie's cyworld, it had been plastered with pictures of the kid, and for all he knows, they're still talking to each other. A tiny, paranoid part of his mind had been scared that Ji Yong would be on her side, that he'd managed to fuck up both his marriage and whatever it is he had with him.
He checks his watch, then stares at the television screen and considers turning it on for a moment, but decides that nothing on it would be able to hold his attention while he's waiting for Ji Yong. He hasn't been alone with him since they had sex - a very deliberate move on Jinu's part that resulted in waves of resentment emanating from Ji Yong whenever they saw each other in the studios. It's going to be awkward at best, which makes him oddly nervous, but awkward still sounds better than sitting by himself in his half-empty house.
The doorbell finally rings and Ji Yong is standing in front of him a few seconds later, looking up at him with more concern than bitterness. Jinu isn't sure which one he prefers. "Hi."
"Hi." The coffee maker beeps faintly behind him. He's grateful for the chance to say something without having to think about it. "D'you want some coffee?"
Ji Yong usually whines for Sprite. This time, though, he hesitates, then simply nods. Jinu walks over to the kitchen, takes out two mugs and listens to Ji Yong's quiet footsteps as he pours coffee into them.
"Are you okay?"
Jinu turns around and offers him a mug. "Yeah."
Ji Yong takes it, sets it down on the counter again and wraps his arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and pressing close. Jinu wraps his arms around his waist and puts his chin on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. It's the first hug he's had in a long time.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." He doesn't especially want to move, but Ji Yong pulls away, eyeing him critically.
"You look like crap."
Jinu manages a smile. "Hey, thanks." He picks up his own coffee and heads back to the living room, nodding for Ji Yong to follow. Once they're both sitting down, Ji Yong tries a sip and makes a face.
Jinu just watches him. Another sip, another face, and apparently he's been holding his tongue for longer than he can bear. "Your coffee sucks."
Jinu feels a sudden rush of affection for him. "What the fuck d'you want, soy milk and flavor shots or someth--"
"Yes."
He's caught off-guard by the sudden, petulant retort, and laughs despite himself. "Yeah, well, you're gonna have to walk your skinny ass to Starbucks or deal with it like a grown-up."
Ji Yong smiles at him and shrugs before drinking again. Jinu catches him squinting in distaste as he swallows, though, so he snatches the mug from him and stands up. A generous splash of milk and some vanilla extract later (he's glad Junie left her baking supplies behind), he sits back down and hands the mug to Ji Yong.
He gives Jinu a dubious look, but his expression brightens once he tries it. "... Huh. Thanks."
Jinu shrugs and cradles his own mug in his hands, looking down into it. He stays like this, forgetting to actually drink from it, until Ji Yong scoots closer and elbows him. He looks up.
"Why are you still wearing your ring?"
He blinks and uncurls his left hand from around the mug. He hadn't even thought about it. "... I don't know." Now that Ji Yong's pointed it out, though, it bothers the hell out of him. He pulls the ring off and sets it down on the glass table with a dull clunk.
"Are you going to sell it?"
Jinu doesn't want to be thinking about that (or his marriage in general), but at least the straightforward questions are refreshing after having everyone act like he's about to break. "Probably not. Why? You interested?"
"Not in the ring."
Jinu snorts and reaches over to ruffle Ji Yong's hair. He clicks his tongue and pushes his arm away. "I'm not a kid," he says firmly.
Jinu almost wants to laugh. It's true Ji Yong's not a kid anymore, but it's not like that's going to fix anything. Or change the fact that Jinu's liked him since he was fifteen. Or affect any of the other twelve million reasons why he shouldn't touch him again. "So what?"
"So stop making fun of me."
"What if it makes me feel better?"
Ji Yong rolls his eyes and gives him a shove. He's smiling as he sips his coffee, though, and leans against him after setting it down. Jinu drapes his arm over his shoulders and puts his cheek against the top of his head. They stay like this long enough for Jinu to doze off - he's been having trouble sleeping lately, for obvious reasons - and the next thing he's conscious of is Ji Yong's finger jabbing him in the stomach. He straightens up and looks down at him, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. "What?"
"Where do I sleep?" He looks tired too, and yawns widely as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
Jinu isn't sure what to answer. It's so very Ji Yong, too - not "can I sleep here?" but "where do I sleep?" He knows what he wants to say, but he doesn't want Ji Yong to be just a rebound. Not when he's being this... nice. "Wherever," he replies vaguely.
Ji Yong stares at him for a few seconds, then rolls his eyes again, stands up without a word, and heads to his bedroom. It takes about five minutes for Jinu to resign himself to his fate and follow him, flipping the lights off on the way.
Ji Yong is under the sheets already, and Jinu is irrationally worried he'll be naked until he notices the clothes on the floor - jeans and socks only. He draws the blinds, smiling slightly to himself at how pathetic it is to finally get Ji Yong in bed again just to sleep, even though the sun's only starting to set and they're probably going to fuck up both their schedules. He takes off his jeans and joins him under the sheets. He lies on his back next to him, his elbow barely brushing against Ji Yong's arm, and closes his eyes.
Ji Yong shifts closer and Jinu doesn't look, silently hoping he won't make his life more complicated than it already is. He puts his head on Jinu's shoulder, flings one arm over him and goes still again.
"Thanks," Jinu says quietly as he puts his hand on Ji Yong's back.
He mms in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything. Jinu strokes his back slowly until he drifts off to sleep.
Pairing: G-Dragon/Jinu, Jinu/Junie
Rating: PG
Beta: Tama
Warnings: Large age difference.
A/N: This vignette follows the other four I wrote. This pairing just won't leave me alone. >>a
Jinu's life falls apart spectacularly over the next few months. His relationship with Junie deteriorates, and then she loses their child and starts hanging out more and more with one of her models, almost daring him to say something. He doesn't. He might be a cheating bastard, but he's not a hypocrite.
Sometimes, he almost wishes he'd had the balls to tell her what he did, though. If he had, maybe she would've packed up and left a long time ago, and the divorce wouldn't be such a painful, drawn-out, humiliating process for everyone involved.
At least it's over, now. She dropped by two days ago to pick up most of her things, which seems to make it official even though they aren't completely done with the paperwork. Jinu managed to avoid stepping into his house for two days, smoking up with Perry and crashing on his couch, then pretending to work on Jinusean's fabled comeback single in the studios. The need for clothes and good coffee, though, drives him back to his own house. He can't run away forever (as tempting as it is to have another holiday in LA).
He turns on the lights and immediately regrets it. The emptiness hits him like a punch in the stomach - the missing trinkets on the shelves, the bare coat rack, the clear space on the desk where Junie's computer used to be, right next to his.
He walks over to the kitchen and tries to wash the coffee maker and start it up without looking at anything. Once he's done, he sits in the living room and does the only thing he can think of doing - he sends a text message to Ji Yong. "Come to my place," he types simply, knowing he doesn't need to explain anything. Ji Yong, along with everyone else in the studios, knows exactly what's going on, although they've all been too polite to bring it up. He's starting to hate the way they all walk on eggshells around him, though, shooting him concerned looks and going to ridiculous lengths to avoid mentioning anything that might remind him of Junie.
His phone chimes a minute later. He's on his way. Jinu is more relieved by the quick reply than he'd like to admit. Ji Yong and Junie are so similar that they've gotten close over the past several months (which has been a nightmare for Jinu), bonding over fashion and photography. The last time Jinu's morbid curiosity had prompted him to check Junie's cyworld, it had been plastered with pictures of the kid, and for all he knows, they're still talking to each other. A tiny, paranoid part of his mind had been scared that Ji Yong would be on her side, that he'd managed to fuck up both his marriage and whatever it is he had with him.
He checks his watch, then stares at the television screen and considers turning it on for a moment, but decides that nothing on it would be able to hold his attention while he's waiting for Ji Yong. He hasn't been alone with him since they had sex - a very deliberate move on Jinu's part that resulted in waves of resentment emanating from Ji Yong whenever they saw each other in the studios. It's going to be awkward at best, which makes him oddly nervous, but awkward still sounds better than sitting by himself in his half-empty house.
The doorbell finally rings and Ji Yong is standing in front of him a few seconds later, looking up at him with more concern than bitterness. Jinu isn't sure which one he prefers. "Hi."
"Hi." The coffee maker beeps faintly behind him. He's grateful for the chance to say something without having to think about it. "D'you want some coffee?"
Ji Yong usually whines for Sprite. This time, though, he hesitates, then simply nods. Jinu walks over to the kitchen, takes out two mugs and listens to Ji Yong's quiet footsteps as he pours coffee into them.
"Are you okay?"
Jinu turns around and offers him a mug. "Yeah."
Ji Yong takes it, sets it down on the counter again and wraps his arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and pressing close. Jinu wraps his arms around his waist and puts his chin on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. It's the first hug he's had in a long time.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." He doesn't especially want to move, but Ji Yong pulls away, eyeing him critically.
"You look like crap."
Jinu manages a smile. "Hey, thanks." He picks up his own coffee and heads back to the living room, nodding for Ji Yong to follow. Once they're both sitting down, Ji Yong tries a sip and makes a face.
Jinu just watches him. Another sip, another face, and apparently he's been holding his tongue for longer than he can bear. "Your coffee sucks."
Jinu feels a sudden rush of affection for him. "What the fuck d'you want, soy milk and flavor shots or someth--"
"Yes."
He's caught off-guard by the sudden, petulant retort, and laughs despite himself. "Yeah, well, you're gonna have to walk your skinny ass to Starbucks or deal with it like a grown-up."
Ji Yong smiles at him and shrugs before drinking again. Jinu catches him squinting in distaste as he swallows, though, so he snatches the mug from him and stands up. A generous splash of milk and some vanilla extract later (he's glad Junie left her baking supplies behind), he sits back down and hands the mug to Ji Yong.
He gives Jinu a dubious look, but his expression brightens once he tries it. "... Huh. Thanks."
Jinu shrugs and cradles his own mug in his hands, looking down into it. He stays like this, forgetting to actually drink from it, until Ji Yong scoots closer and elbows him. He looks up.
"Why are you still wearing your ring?"
He blinks and uncurls his left hand from around the mug. He hadn't even thought about it. "... I don't know." Now that Ji Yong's pointed it out, though, it bothers the hell out of him. He pulls the ring off and sets it down on the glass table with a dull clunk.
"Are you going to sell it?"
Jinu doesn't want to be thinking about that (or his marriage in general), but at least the straightforward questions are refreshing after having everyone act like he's about to break. "Probably not. Why? You interested?"
"Not in the ring."
Jinu snorts and reaches over to ruffle Ji Yong's hair. He clicks his tongue and pushes his arm away. "I'm not a kid," he says firmly.
Jinu almost wants to laugh. It's true Ji Yong's not a kid anymore, but it's not like that's going to fix anything. Or change the fact that Jinu's liked him since he was fifteen. Or affect any of the other twelve million reasons why he shouldn't touch him again. "So what?"
"So stop making fun of me."
"What if it makes me feel better?"
Ji Yong rolls his eyes and gives him a shove. He's smiling as he sips his coffee, though, and leans against him after setting it down. Jinu drapes his arm over his shoulders and puts his cheek against the top of his head. They stay like this long enough for Jinu to doze off - he's been having trouble sleeping lately, for obvious reasons - and the next thing he's conscious of is Ji Yong's finger jabbing him in the stomach. He straightens up and looks down at him, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. "What?"
"Where do I sleep?" He looks tired too, and yawns widely as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
Jinu isn't sure what to answer. It's so very Ji Yong, too - not "can I sleep here?" but "where do I sleep?" He knows what he wants to say, but he doesn't want Ji Yong to be just a rebound. Not when he's being this... nice. "Wherever," he replies vaguely.
Ji Yong stares at him for a few seconds, then rolls his eyes again, stands up without a word, and heads to his bedroom. It takes about five minutes for Jinu to resign himself to his fate and follow him, flipping the lights off on the way.
Ji Yong is under the sheets already, and Jinu is irrationally worried he'll be naked until he notices the clothes on the floor - jeans and socks only. He draws the blinds, smiling slightly to himself at how pathetic it is to finally get Ji Yong in bed again just to sleep, even though the sun's only starting to set and they're probably going to fuck up both their schedules. He takes off his jeans and joins him under the sheets. He lies on his back next to him, his elbow barely brushing against Ji Yong's arm, and closes his eyes.
Ji Yong shifts closer and Jinu doesn't look, silently hoping he won't make his life more complicated than it already is. He puts his head on Jinu's shoulder, flings one arm over him and goes still again.
"Thanks," Jinu says quietly as he puts his hand on Ji Yong's back.
He mms in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything. Jinu strokes his back slowly until he drifts off to sleep.