[Fic] See the Signs (G-Ri)
Title: See the Signs
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG (lol) or maybe 13, because GD+TOP refuses to wash out their mouths with soap.
Genre: Fluff, Happiness, Crack, Cute, wtf
Summary: Jiyong doesn't like Seungri's stalker fans.
Warning: WTF is this? This was like…the second fanfic I wrote related to BB ever, so, sorry, I don’t even know. And…this is back during their Debut days, when everyone slept in the same room. Vital part, right there. :)
Warning #2: I<3 clichés.
Warning #3: Sorry for weird grammar structures and syntactical issues-I did, after all, write this back in 2006…And I posted it at YGBB I don’t even remember when, but anyways.
Warning #4: This is sort of to balance out the massive amounts of PWPs I’ve been throwing around…morearecomingsorryguys.
Random comment: I hate the auto-formatting LJ does.
Mood/Tone: Are you ready for this?
Chris Brown - See the Signs (feat. Elmo)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQj-qabbTMc
<3
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Jiyong wasn’t entirely certain how it all happened, but looking back, he did see some of the factors that probably played a part. There was that one girl, to start off, that kept sending them fanmail, but now that he glanced over the flowery stationary, he did notice that most of her compliments and questions were directly mainly at Seungri. In fact, some of the sixty-three letters that were piled in a box on the kitchen table were directed entirely at Seungri, and didn’t even mention the names of any other members. Sure, she’d refer to “Big Bang” and other similar terms, but never TOP, or Taeyang, or Daesung.
And certainly not G-Dragon.
Pursing his lips in annoyance, he flipped the letter back into the box and placed his chin on his open palm. Tapping his foot, he stood up from his chair and shuffled over slowly to the room where all their beds were, slowly pushing the door open only a tiny, tiny bit. Jiyong peered around the edge of the bedroom door and, at first, he only saw TOP hyung, because his bed was in clear view from the door. Pushing the door a little more, Jiyong couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he caught sight of Daesung’s arm that was slung carelessly over Taeyang’s throat, who, in turn, had his eyes clenched tightly in discomfort; Daesung continued to snore happily. And then, craning his neck around the door just a little bit, his breath caught in his throat.
There he was, the youngest member of Big Bang, curled up in the pink comforter on the futon that he shared his Jiyong. Only the top of his head and his toes were visible. Jiyong bit his lip and closed the door, opting to return to the kitchen instead of trying to sleep a bit on the couch in the living room. Sitting again at the kitchen table, he stared at open envelopes that poked out from the already stuffed box. Resting his right arm on the table, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to relax the stiff muscles in his neck.
“Hyung?” Jiyong’s eyes flew open and the first thing he saw was a pair of eyes that had rather dark circles around them. They blinked.
“OMG,” Jiyong dropped down, forcing his chair to right itself, and, in the process, made their heads collide painfully.
“Owww…” Seungri clutched his head, crouching down on the ground, while Jiyong did likewise, hunched over the table. Jiyong rubbed his forehead and grimaced, feeling a lump beginning to form.
“Your head is incredibly heavy, it would seem,” the younger of the two began, still holding his own head. Picking himself up from the ground, Seungri shuffled over to an empty chair next to the older boy.
“Hyung, aren’t you going to sleep?” Jiyong peeked out above his forearm and saw Seungri’s wide eyes peering down at him worriedly.
“Aren’t you tired?” Jiyong adverted his eyes then covered his head again.
“I’m not tired,” Jiyong stated bluntly. That was a lie. He was exhausted. Seungri knew this.
“Is it about Yoo Rin?” Seungri asked, waving a hand at the massive amounts of fanmail that was shoved in the box on the table. Seungri heard a muttered “no” and raised his eyebrows.
“No?” he asked again, a grin spreading across his face. “Jiyong-hyung, are you jealous~~~?”
“Where the fuck you get that idea?!” Jiyong shouted, bringing his head up and glared at the younger boy who was trying hard not to laugh.
“People sleeping,” Seungri whispered cheerfully, eyes becoming upturned crescents as he smiled happily. Jiyong slapped a hand over his mouth and shot his gaze towards the door which led to the other, presumably sleeping, singers. Seungri slapped a hand over his own mouth, mocking Jiyong, whose eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Brat,” Jiyong squeezed Seungri’s nose. Seungri stuck his tongue out and caught Jiyong’s hand.
“Gross!” Jiyong screeched, jerking his hand back and wiped it on his pants.
Seungri smiled widely. “Will you sleep now? Or does Yoo Rin still make you nervous?” He flipped open a folded letter and glanced over at Jiyong, whose lips were pressed tightly together.
“She seems…stalker-ish,” Jiyong hesitantly began.
“You’re kind of stalker-ish,” Seungri pointed out, matter-of-factly, and Jiyong promptly rolled his eyes.
“I wanted to make sure she didn’t, you know, try something on the first ‘date.’”
Jiyong tapped a finger on the table, partially nervous, partially irritated, and looked away from the smug look on Seungri’s face. Seriously, who actually responds to fanmail, especially ones that say “Will you go out with me, this Saturday, at 2pm? We can meet at ------ Mall, and I’ll totally pay for your meal. I have a really cool gift that I would love to give you in person, and I just am dying to meet you. Here’s my address, my cell phone number, my other cell phone number, my home phone, my email, oh, here are my other two emails, my cyworl, my daum account, oh this is my screen name on your VIP site-“
SKETCH.
“Isn’t it the girl who should be more wary of something like that?”
“Well, you’re a really famous, cute, adorable, easily-taken-advantage-of, almost-girl type of guy,” Jiyong turn around and winced when he felt a bony fist come in contact with his shoulder.
“Hey, I may be famous, cute, and adorable, but I do not look like a woman, and I am so not easily taken advantage of!”
Jiyong shook his head and stated with utmost seriousness, “I didn’t say you looked like a woman.”
“Yes you di-“
“I said you looked like a girl.”
Seungri’s eyes narrowed, but his face immediately smoothed over. Fluttering his eyelashes, the younger boy tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and cutely ducked his head.
“You’re such a tease, oppa,” Seungri glanced up, and slip his chair closer. “Oppa, may I sit on your lap?” Seungri giggled.
Jiyong, however, merely rolled his eyes and looked away as Seungri "tripped" and fell over Jiyong.
“Oppa, so sorry!”
Jiyong grinned slyly. “Mm, Seungri-na, come closer…”
Seungri sat himself down heavily on Jiyong’s lap, making the older boy lose his breath.
“At least try to act seductive, you panda!” They both laughed. Neither of them could act seriously after that.
“Okay, okay, we need to go to sleep,” Jiyong finally admitted, catching a glimpse of the clock which read 2:41 AM.
“Yeah! Come on, oppa!”
“Okay, for real, stop saying that, it’s officially making me feel awkward.”
Seungri smiled and grabbed hold of his hyung’s hand, dragging him towards the room where all their beds were. Stepping around Taeyang and Daesung’s bed, Seungri flopped on his and Jiyong’s pink covers, sighing in relief.
“Either you move, or I will squash you.”
“Sleep on me, sleep on me,” Seungri whisper-laughed. Jiyong fell on him.
“Oh, shit, off, off, off!!” Seungri fought with the older boy’s weight. “You’re as heavy as a cow!”
Jiyong buried his head in the younger boy’s shoulder and smiled. “Whatever,” he muttered into Seungri’s hair. Moving over a bit, so as to give Seungri some air, Jiyong kept his arms tightly around Seungri’s form. Seungri snuggled up against his hyung and grinned.
“So I guess this means you don’t approve of Yoo Rin?” Jiyong snorted.
“Why would I give up my precious dongsaeng to some rabid fan? No, I want to keep my cute little maknae all to myself, thank you very much.”
Seungri shook his head. “Hyung, you’re weird."
Jiyong patted Seungri on the head before releasing him and giving the younger boy his space. “I’m completely normal.”
“You’re both GAY, now shut the fuck up!” Came TOP’s angry voice as well as a shoe that hit Jiyong smack in the face.
“Hyung, what the hell?!”
“God, will all of you shut up?” Taeyang moaned, flinging Daesung’s arm off his chest.
END.
I just realized, I totally made YB out of character....Woops. Sorry about that! = The only line he says.