Ain't no fun (3/?)
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Ain't no fun~ 1
Ain't no fun~ 2
OMGEE. I love this dude.
Like seriously. I can't even... meh.
(in all serious, this song is just a whole lot of bragging and wittiness and I really hope there will be an "A boy" kind of song on the album because that was just literary genius and otherwise it'd be such a waste of talent.)
If you came for smut... this chappy has none, so
I had to get that in somewhere.
Ne hyung, ne noonaaaa.
it so fucking stuck in my head atm.
They were getting ready for a deserved evening of nothing but television and rest. They didn’t exactly laze off often - not with a leader like Kwon Jiyong, who was constantly offering up the most tiring of activities as a manner of relaxation - but once every month it would happen that they spent a night like many other teenagers. They would sit in front of the telly and prove to be very unproductive for that small span of time were they could just be as normal as the next person who happened to be working his ass off the become one of South-Korea’s new most thriving boy bands.
Seunghyun was working on scenting his water to his liking - he drank nothing but, now, and, as Daesung couldn’t help but notice, it was really paying off too - fighting the urge to steal one of the lumps of puffed corn his dongsaeng was preparing.
“Hyung,” Daesung called for Jiyong’s attention - the boy was already cuddling into one of the sofas, obviously keeping the seat next to him for Seunghyun, with a little pout and a “baby hyung’s going to sit here” when Taeyang had tried taking the seat earlier. Jiyong looked up with a toothy grin when his friend called for him, but that faltered when Daesung continued happily: “hyung’s lost so much weight! It’s really starting to show, isn’t it?”
Seunghyun smiled, thanking the younger boy with a pat of his head. The both of them turned in surprise to their leader though, when the boy just muttered darkly: “yes, it is.”
“What’s that all about?” Seunghyun flopped down into the space Jiyong had been saving for him, but, opposite to what he had expected, Jiyong did not immediately latch onto him.
Instead the boy just stared at the television. Taeyang, seated by his other side, shrugged his shoulders when Seunghyun sent him a questioning glance, and both Seungri and Daesung moved in a little closer when they noticed that their hyung was acting so… surprisingly unaffectionate.
“Ji?” the movie started playing, and everyone pretended to be paying attention when the first scenes rolled in. Seunghyun however, lowered his voice to a whisper and demanded the other raven’s attention: “what’s wrong?”
Jiyong huffed, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest.
“You’re going to get all skinny,” he spat the word in silent disdain, like it was foul and tasted bad on his tongue, “I liked you just the way you were. But that’s selfish right, because even though I think it’s sexy your fat makes you unhappy, so I should just be quiet and not say anything.”
For someone who just claimed to be keeping quiet, Jiyong had sure raised a lot of attention - even from the members that were pretending not to eavesdrop.
“Ji, don’t be silly,” Seunghyun shook his head in disbelief, his black hair falling into his face before he could push is back behind his ear. One of those deadly sexy eyebrows was raised, and Jiyong knew that if he looked up now he would be captured again, “I’m losing weight so we can be in a band together, not because I’m unhappy. Is that what this is about? You think I’m unhappy because I don’t like how my body looks?”
The only answer Seunghyun got was stubborn silence, but it was enough really. His loud laugh thundered through the dorm and the use of pretending like they weren’t listening was lost when Seunghyun forgot lowering his voice: “don’t be stupid Ji, if the way I looked was making me unhappy I would have worked hard to lose weight years ago,” Jiyong pouted up at him, at being mocked so unabashedly, and when Seunghyun caught Seungri’s wide, staring eyes, he coughed awkwardly and continued in a semi-whisper: “I’m not unhappy because I don’t think of myself as handsome. Do I look unhappy? Do you think you make me unhappy?”
The last question had Jiyong’s breath catching in his chest, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He pulled his legs up to his chest and whilst he felt his cheeks bloom red, muttered into his knees grumpily: “I hope not.”
This time Seunghyun’s laughter was just a small chuckle, and Jiyong felt the man’s less-fleshy arm settle around his shoulder, pulling him into his side.
“Now you’re really just being an idiot Ji,” Seunghyun scolded, and Jiyong looked up into his eyes and behold, what he had predicted became reality as he felt himself melt into a puddle into his hyung’s eyes’ warm embrace, “I just gotta do this so we can take over the world together. Ain’t no big deal.”
When Seunghyun smiled down goofily at him, his eyes squinting and the corners of his mouth raising up so high his entire face lit up with his smile, Jiyong wanted to pout and discuss with the older man, but he couldn’t. Because his stomach was flying through his entire body, bouncing with happiness - he contributed to Seunghyun’s happiness, now, and it was more than he could ever hope for.
In all those years they had not seen each other, Jiyong had often thought of him, and how he would be doing. Then, he had been envious of all the people that had seen him grow up into this marvellous, charming, handsome man he had become. And now it was his, all his, and the thought made him want to dance all around the dorm.
He wanted to kiss him all over, but settled for letting the older boy guide him down, cushioning his head on one of the broad thighs.
“You can be such a woman sometimes, seriously Ji,” Seunghyun rolled his eyes with one eyebrow quirked up, and everyone in the dorm laughed - making it clear they had been listening all along.
“Yah,” Jiyong growled in indignation, slapping the shrinking belly, “behave yourself, or I might just magically get a headache tonight.”
Seunghyun blushed bright red and suddenly became oddly transfixed with the television. Taeyang snorted and got a punch of the heel of Jiyong’s foot in his thigh, and Daesung and Seungri didn’t get it, but that was all for the best really.
That night Jiyong didn’t get a headache, but he did get shagged through the bedsprings for “being such an insufferable tease”.
AN: AND I FOUND THE CHUBBYTOP TO WHICH I REFERRED EARLIER.
THAT HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR.
...the things this dude does to me.
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