It's Cold at Night
Title: It's Cold at Night
Rating: G
Pairing: GRi (only slightly)
Word Count: 957
Genre: Fluffy, Angst? Somewhere in between..
Summary: Nyongtory both work really hard.
Disclaimer: Nope.. I don't think you can own people. ;)
AN: Hmm, sometimes I feel that Ri is not appreciated as much as he should be.- Not sure I like this drabble-y thing, seems a bit exaggerated. Meh, there's not enough G-Ri in the world so I'm doing something about it haha. Comments are loved ^^
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Jiyong looked out of the window, saw that nothing had changed and then back at his desk, holding in a sigh of exasperation.
‘I should close the curtains.'
The night-time view of the city gave him nothing but a longing to be asleep like the rest of this half of the world. The characters on the sheet were beginning to blur before his eyes and make no sense at all despite the fact that he had written them. He had been stuck on the same song for weeks now but no matter what he wrote he was unsatisfied. The clock was maddening, completely disrupting the silence every couple of minutes. However, Jiyong had no train of thought to be derailed at this point and it was at this point he decided to give up - for a few minutes at least - he had to get this done.
Taking a deep breath he got up readjusted his clothes and headed out of his room with no particular aim. The cold had crept up on him during the night and he could now see his own breath - 'this should not happen indoors' - rubbed his arms and legs and shivering he ventured out.
The maknae had fallen asleep on the sofa with the TV still in the background but on hearing the door open and seeing Jiyong glide out like a ghost he perked up a little pretending to never have fallen asleep at all.
‘Hey.’ Seungri smiled lazily, stretching, still half asleep. Jiyong looked over at the sofa. They both laughed inwardly at the endearing look of the other; Seungri’s bed hair sticking up slightly - Jiyong’s face barely showing from behind the drawn strings of his hood.
Jiyong looked at him, somewhat annoyed that he was having such a nice nap whilst he toiled over the next BIG BANG song.
‘Yah, I can’t concentrate with that noise,’ stated Jiyong simply.
‘I’ll turn it off; I fell asleep anyway. I’m so tired!’ Yhe Panda replied perfectly reasonably and stretched again, about to yawn…-‘ARGHH! YOU’RE TIRED?!’ Jiyong accused.
Seungri’s yawn was frightened immediately away by the sudden outburst, leaving a sense of frustration behind. Despite the pale and effeminate appearance of Jiyong he certainly was not one you would want to cross. Seungri sighed and looked into Jiyong’s eyes, he could tell it was one of those times where everything up to and including inanimate objects would be on the end of the leader’s firing line - but he was not about to play along… he really was tired...
In the dance room staring fixedly at his body and criticising every movement -
‘Why can’t I get this as fluid as Youngbae hyung.’
He grunted in frustration, he had been practicing this part of the choreography for well over an hour now. It pained him to admit that practice, contrary to the popular belief, did not equate perfection.
Seungri lay on the floor panting, glaring at his own reflection panting and glaring back. 'The fans are right, I have gotten a little chubby.’ He pinched his own belly hard before getting back up. He went on for another half hour before retiring to the gym where no skill was needed. By the end, streams of sweat were running down his back.
Returning to the dorm after a scalding hot shower to soothe his body, he decided not to disturb Jiyong and instead read his books which he had piled up next to the comfy sofa. His body ached but that didn’t mean he couldn’t train his mind. He took out the slip of paper where he had actually meticulously calculated how many pages he had to read of each book each day to reach his goals- it was his third time reading ‘Winning Habits.’
‘Arggh, so tired.. but I should really keep up to date with the news and such..’ he didn’t want to appear ignorant in any upcoming interviews so he reluctantly flicked on the TV and sat down.
* * *
‘Considering it is 2AM in the morning why yes, I am tired.’ The maknae spared Jiyong the details of his day - he hadn’t asked. Seungri simply rolled off the sofa on to the floor before getting up wrapped in the blanket he had taken from his room before making a big show of trundling around the fuming Jiyong to the TV switch. The bundled up maknae shuffled to their shared room.
‘Maybe you should get some sleep?’
* * *
Jiyong's freezing limbs wrapped their way around him.
‘You decided to come to sleep after all?’
‘Mhmm.’ Jiyong couldn’t deal with coherency at the moment. He buried his face into the welcoming back of his maknae, trying to gain any warmth he could. All anger had dissipated out of him and now he was just cold.
Seungri’s fingers intertwined with his own and he could feel the shiver run down the maknae’s back as he willingly allowed Jiyong to use him as a human water bottle. It felt a little awkward so Seungri took the initiative - turning around he wrapped the duvet around the both of them and laid his cheek on Jiyong’s cheek giving him a tight hug with more meaning behind it than Ji could register in his semi-awake state.
‘I’m glad - you work too hard.’
‘I’m t- the leader; I have to work this-s-s hard, I’ve got to take care of s-s-stuff.’
Even though Jiyong was falling asleep and shivering Seungri could hear his determination and wrapped around him more tightly.
‘Then I will take care of you.’ Seungri replied with equal determination.