{ oneshot } Quatrains by a Wimp
Title: Quatrains by a Wimp
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: GRi. (Hint of GDYB)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: I SAID FLUFF.
Summary: Some things make no sense.
Warnings: Crappy introspective second person POV thing. This was written over a year ago and I didn't beta it.
A/N: Embarrassing myself, I know.
You make no sense. None at all. You say one thing a minute and then change your mind the next second only to rebuild what you were thinking about from scratch... No, you don't only do this when you're making music and not liking what it sounds like, you also do it when you do thing and you don't like what they feel like.
"Falling in love is only good for writing crappy ass love songs and getting hurt! I swear I'll never fall for anyone ever again!"
Isn't that what you promised to yourself last time you thought you found the one but did not? Isn't that what you yelled before ripping the page out of a notebook while you threw your immature little brokenhearted boy fit?
Well, look at yourself now. You're head over heels in love again and you don't give a flying damn about anything in the world again, your heart is constantly fluttering and you're a wimp. You can't even keep a promise to yourself.
You tell yourself that it's his fault that you've become like this, his fault that you spent nights writing poetry with his name in it instead of writing lyrics for the group. You don't write poetry, Jiyong. You're G-fucking-Dragon, supposed to be a rapper. You're not a poet and you know it... but each time you take that pen and put it against paper, you can't help but automatically find all the things that rhyme with Seungri.
How did it happen again?
It was that day Hyunsuk asked you and Youngbae to come and meet the boys who were to become Big Bang with you guys. You still remember exactly how that day went, don't you? How you spent half the meeting staring at this boy and swearing you saw him before on TV, on Battle Shinhwa, you thought... but he looked so much better in real life. Youngbae pinched you in the sides to keep your attention on your boss so many times that your skin turned a nice shade of dark pink for a the few next hours.
"Hello, my name is Lee Seunghyun. It's nice to meet you!"
It's not like you meant it to be cheesy but he seriously got you at 'hello'. You still remember how your hand was trembling when you shook his, don't you? You most definitely remember how you kept forgetting your own first name and stammered it out? Do you remember how his smile was just too adorable for words and you couldn't stand it? Do you remember how he seemed to be so curious when he was asking you how it was to work with Jinusean and all the other sunbaedeul? See? You were completely whipped and still, you have been able to deny it almost forever!
You denied it because of so many reasons. First off, there was the leader/maknae thing that just seemed wrong. Second, you didn't think he seemed the 'type'. You knew you were, though. You have been able to tell from those boy crushes you had on a few certain sunbaedeul and something you tried with Youngbae that confirmed that you were and he wasn't. You were afraid because you knew way too well about what rejection felt like... so, you ignored it. Some other things happened with other people, mostly girls, and you thought you were fine, but no, hell no, you weren't.
You didn't resist for long enough apparently because you've confessed to the kid after not even a year of knowing each other. You still remember how looking into his eyes was impossible, how you looked everywhere but at them. His blushing face, the surprised look on his face and the lowercase 'o' his lips formed when you said those words that revealed to him that you had fallen for him and wanted to be with him.... you couldn't take it.
"Let me think about it."
... and the 24 seconds he took to pretend to think were the longest in your life but the shy kiss you received on your lips and its meaning were more than worth the wait. You still remember the warmth of his hand that found yours even when your eyes couldn't meet his. That was the start of the most complicated, yet most simple thing you've experienced.
It was just love.
... Yeah, you're still a wimp. Now put that poem you just wrote in the trash before he sees it.
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: GRi. (Hint of GDYB)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: I SAID FLUFF.
Summary: Some things make no sense.
Warnings: Crappy introspective second person POV thing. This was written over a year ago and I didn't beta it.
A/N: Embarrassing myself, I know.
You make no sense. None at all. You say one thing a minute and then change your mind the next second only to rebuild what you were thinking about from scratch... No, you don't only do this when you're making music and not liking what it sounds like, you also do it when you do thing and you don't like what they feel like.
"Falling in love is only good for writing crappy ass love songs and getting hurt! I swear I'll never fall for anyone ever again!"
Isn't that what you promised to yourself last time you thought you found the one but did not? Isn't that what you yelled before ripping the page out of a notebook while you threw your immature little brokenhearted boy fit?
Well, look at yourself now. You're head over heels in love again and you don't give a flying damn about anything in the world again, your heart is constantly fluttering and you're a wimp. You can't even keep a promise to yourself.
You tell yourself that it's his fault that you've become like this, his fault that you spent nights writing poetry with his name in it instead of writing lyrics for the group. You don't write poetry, Jiyong. You're G-fucking-Dragon, supposed to be a rapper. You're not a poet and you know it... but each time you take that pen and put it against paper, you can't help but automatically find all the things that rhyme with Seungri.
How did it happen again?
It was that day Hyunsuk asked you and Youngbae to come and meet the boys who were to become Big Bang with you guys. You still remember exactly how that day went, don't you? How you spent half the meeting staring at this boy and swearing you saw him before on TV, on Battle Shinhwa, you thought... but he looked so much better in real life. Youngbae pinched you in the sides to keep your attention on your boss so many times that your skin turned a nice shade of dark pink for a the few next hours.
"Hello, my name is Lee Seunghyun. It's nice to meet you!"
It's not like you meant it to be cheesy but he seriously got you at 'hello'. You still remember how your hand was trembling when you shook his, don't you? You most definitely remember how you kept forgetting your own first name and stammered it out? Do you remember how his smile was just too adorable for words and you couldn't stand it? Do you remember how he seemed to be so curious when he was asking you how it was to work with Jinusean and all the other sunbaedeul? See? You were completely whipped and still, you have been able to deny it almost forever!
You denied it because of so many reasons. First off, there was the leader/maknae thing that just seemed wrong. Second, you didn't think he seemed the 'type'. You knew you were, though. You have been able to tell from those boy crushes you had on a few certain sunbaedeul and something you tried with Youngbae that confirmed that you were and he wasn't. You were afraid because you knew way too well about what rejection felt like... so, you ignored it. Some other things happened with other people, mostly girls, and you thought you were fine, but no, hell no, you weren't.
You didn't resist for long enough apparently because you've confessed to the kid after not even a year of knowing each other. You still remember how looking into his eyes was impossible, how you looked everywhere but at them. His blushing face, the surprised look on his face and the lowercase 'o' his lips formed when you said those words that revealed to him that you had fallen for him and wanted to be with him.... you couldn't take it.
"Let me think about it."
... and the 24 seconds he took to pretend to think were the longest in your life but the shy kiss you received on your lips and its meaning were more than worth the wait. You still remember the warmth of his hand that found yours even when your eyes couldn't meet his. That was the start of the most complicated, yet most simple thing you've experienced.
It was just love.
... Yeah, you're still a wimp. Now put that poem you just wrote in the trash before he sees it.