Dragon Smoke
Title: Dragon Smoke
Rating: G
Pairing: slight GRi
Word Count: 671
Genre: Angst-ish
Disclaimer: Nope.. I don't think you can own people. ;)
AN: This was going to be part of a series of drabbles/oneshots in scenarios where Jiyong was smoking but I haven't written much of anything in a while. I actually wrote this ages and ages ago and forgot to post it LOL /not funny I know.
#1
Jiyong and Seungri, swaddled in coats, stood on the rooftop of the building where the rest had congregated spending their break within its warm confines.
Their breath left traces in the air and it greatly amused Seungri to breathe out and watch the stream of vapour smoke-like as it formed and disappeared just as quickly.
It greatly amused Jiyong to watch Seungri . ‘Ahh..This kid..’
But Jiyong didn’t want Seungri around right now, he wanted to have a cigarette and he was convinced somehow Seungri would spoil things. His amusement was tainted with the niggling need to taste smoke in his mouth and the feel of a cigarette between his fingers.
‘It’s cold. Why don’t you go inside?’ Jiyong suggested; stating the obvious and half-wondering why Seungri hadn’t already.
‘I don’t want to,’ said Seungri simply, smiling at him serenely, ‘I want to hang out with you.’
Jiyong frowned not wanting to argue with that face. He tried to convince himself he didn’t care whether Seungri was here or not.
Slipping a slim cigarette out of the pack Jiyong lit it with the well practiced nonchalance of someone who had done this countless times but his actions were tainted with the slight unease of someone doing it in front of someone watching. He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled real smoke in a sigh that he’d been holding in without knowing. He felt reassured at its familiarity.
Seungri watched in breathless silence.
‘Never seen me smoke before?’
Seungri acknowledged his hyung’s defensive words and sheepishly averted his eyes without replying - there was no right answer. He become instantly very interested in the skyline, which was perfectly understandable, how often did Seungri get to see New York?
‘I don’t want you here.’ Jiyong’s words pierced the silence and the smoke. He’d tried to convince himself and he’d almost succeeded.
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t want you here breathing in this.’ Jiyong waved his hand vaguely, half-heartedly, knowing that although he of all people had little ground to stand on.
‘But you let T.O.P stay when you smoke,’ Seungri pointed out.
‘Yeh, but that’s because he used to smoke.. he’ll have built up …immunity or something..’
‘Your logic - it’s flawless,’ said the maknae sarcastically.
Jiyong took another drag in slowly before scowling.
‘You’re spoiling it.’
Seungri didn’t care. He took the cigarette out of his hyung’s loose relaxed fingers and took a drag slowly, determined not to choke and breathed out smoke now, feeling a little accomplished. Seungri looked back up at his hyung, a hint of triumph flashing behind his eyes.
It was Jiyong’s turn to watch him with interest. He waited for Seungri to break - the maknae’s eyes were watering.
Jiyong was surprised when Seungri brought the cigarette back to his lips and took an even longer drag; although this time he coughed a little as the smoke met the back of his throat and disagreed with him. Yet, Seungri wasn’t about to stop. He took a short but hard drag and exhaled it quickly.
Jiyong looked disapprovingly at him now. ‘
You’re doing it all wrong; you’re wasting it, that’s the good part.’
Seungri tried again imagining the smoke travelling down his throat and into his lungs and filling him up. He ended up in a full blown coughing fit, tears escaping his eyes. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to imagine this dark smoke pervading his lungs.
Jiyong laughed, choosing to believe that smoke was on his side and that choking the maknae was his own personal little victory. He leaned forward attempting to take back his cigarette.
‘You can’t smoke to save your life.’
Seungri regained his breath, sobering.
‘ -neither can you.’ Seungri replied quietly with a foreign bitter edge.
Years of teasing meant he easily avoided Jiyong’s grasp but he handed back Jiyong’s cigarette anyway.
Jiyong’s mouth tightened but he said nothing as Seungri glided back down the stairs and left him in what should have been peace.
‘Yeh, he spoiled it.’
Rating: G
Pairing: slight GRi
Word Count: 671
Genre: Angst-ish
Disclaimer: Nope.. I don't think you can own people. ;)
AN: This was going to be part of a series of drabbles/oneshots in scenarios where Jiyong was smoking but I haven't written much of anything in a while. I actually wrote this ages and ages ago and forgot to post it LOL /not funny I know.
#1
Jiyong and Seungri, swaddled in coats, stood on the rooftop of the building where the rest had congregated spending their break within its warm confines.
Their breath left traces in the air and it greatly amused Seungri to breathe out and watch the stream of vapour smoke-like as it formed and disappeared just as quickly.
It greatly amused Jiyong to watch Seungri . ‘Ahh..This kid..’
But Jiyong didn’t want Seungri around right now, he wanted to have a cigarette and he was convinced somehow Seungri would spoil things. His amusement was tainted with the niggling need to taste smoke in his mouth and the feel of a cigarette between his fingers.
‘It’s cold. Why don’t you go inside?’ Jiyong suggested; stating the obvious and half-wondering why Seungri hadn’t already.
‘I don’t want to,’ said Seungri simply, smiling at him serenely, ‘I want to hang out with you.’
Jiyong frowned not wanting to argue with that face. He tried to convince himself he didn’t care whether Seungri was here or not.
Slipping a slim cigarette out of the pack Jiyong lit it with the well practiced nonchalance of someone who had done this countless times but his actions were tainted with the slight unease of someone doing it in front of someone watching. He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled real smoke in a sigh that he’d been holding in without knowing. He felt reassured at its familiarity.
Seungri watched in breathless silence.
‘Never seen me smoke before?’
Seungri acknowledged his hyung’s defensive words and sheepishly averted his eyes without replying - there was no right answer. He become instantly very interested in the skyline, which was perfectly understandable, how often did Seungri get to see New York?
‘I don’t want you here.’ Jiyong’s words pierced the silence and the smoke. He’d tried to convince himself and he’d almost succeeded.
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t want you here breathing in this.’ Jiyong waved his hand vaguely, half-heartedly, knowing that although he of all people had little ground to stand on.
‘But you let T.O.P stay when you smoke,’ Seungri pointed out.
‘Yeh, but that’s because he used to smoke.. he’ll have built up …immunity or something..’
‘Your logic - it’s flawless,’ said the maknae sarcastically.
Jiyong took another drag in slowly before scowling.
‘You’re spoiling it.’
Seungri didn’t care. He took the cigarette out of his hyung’s loose relaxed fingers and took a drag slowly, determined not to choke and breathed out smoke now, feeling a little accomplished. Seungri looked back up at his hyung, a hint of triumph flashing behind his eyes.
It was Jiyong’s turn to watch him with interest. He waited for Seungri to break - the maknae’s eyes were watering.
Jiyong was surprised when Seungri brought the cigarette back to his lips and took an even longer drag; although this time he coughed a little as the smoke met the back of his throat and disagreed with him. Yet, Seungri wasn’t about to stop. He took a short but hard drag and exhaled it quickly.
Jiyong looked disapprovingly at him now. ‘
You’re doing it all wrong; you’re wasting it, that’s the good part.’
Seungri tried again imagining the smoke travelling down his throat and into his lungs and filling him up. He ended up in a full blown coughing fit, tears escaping his eyes. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to imagine this dark smoke pervading his lungs.
Jiyong laughed, choosing to believe that smoke was on his side and that choking the maknae was his own personal little victory. He leaned forward attempting to take back his cigarette.
‘You can’t smoke to save your life.’
Seungri regained his breath, sobering.
‘ -neither can you.’ Seungri replied quietly with a foreign bitter edge.
Years of teasing meant he easily avoided Jiyong’s grasp but he handed back Jiyong’s cigarette anyway.
Jiyong’s mouth tightened but he said nothing as Seungri glided back down the stairs and left him in what should have been peace.
‘Yeh, he spoiled it.’