{ chaptered } Hellos are old goodbyes ★ 1
Title: Hellos are old goodbyes [1/?]
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: More to come, more to come. Fic ain't really started here.
Genre: Angst, fluff
Rating: NC-16, for short sex scene. :D
Summary: Ends really do mark new starts.
Warnings: Sex scene? :D
A/N: HAI! MULTICHAPTER.
If there was a difference between having your own place and living in a college dormitory, it was definitely the number of people that caused embarrassing situations. Each time Seungri came back from work, he had to push his way through the crowd of young adults who were all coming back from the late classes and try to not get stomped by the soccer team that just finished their training. That was not even the worse part.
In his dormitory room, Seungri had a roommate; a young man a couple of years older than him who was called Kim Changyeon. The guy was some stupidly good-looking man with a lot of friends and was some mad party animal. He was really friendly and Seungri could easily hold a conversation with him but his problem with him was that the guy cleaned nothing, invited a lot of people over and had enough energy to provide Asia's electricity for 20 years. Seungri did not mind the cleaning up so much, or the people as long as they did not touch his stuff, the energy thing was only annoying when he was not feeling up to it or when Changyeon would not let him sleep... it was something else.
46 minutes past 10PM. Seungri came back from work and walked into the dorm building, wearing a tired expression on his face, as always. Delivering pizza was not the hardest of jobs, but it was sure taking its toll on Seungri when his workmates called dibs on the cars and scooters and he had to take the delivery bicycle. There was those customers who asked for 15 pizzas and he had to do the road to them three times in order to get it all right. His thighs ached and his whole body threatened to collapse any time. All he wished for was that Changyeon completely bushed from dance practice and was asleep, that he could take a warm shower and just sleep for the rest of the week.
He turned the doorknob to his room and pushed the door open, as silently as he could in case his roommate was asleep...
"Ahh... Changyeon..."
"Feels good, Joonhee?"
"Ah... god, yes.. yes... ahh, baby..."
Oh goddamn, not again! Seungri rolled his eyes at the sight. Changyeon was a good guy, really, but all Seungri wished was that he and his girlfriend were a lot less active on the sexual side and a bit less comfortable with an 'audience'. Last time this happened Seungri had been on his bed, ready to sleep and has had a comfortably awkward conversation with Changyeon while said guy was getting head from Joonhee.
He did not want to bother with this tonight so slung his bag over his shoulder, closed the door and headed for the exit. If anything, he could sleep in his car. The thing might be an old car but that 1998 Sonata he bought from a friend's father was the only thing Seungri could rely on. On the way out, he caught sight of the student board where ads for various things like party fliers that were mostly outdated, offering study help, looking for drummers for wannabe bands, selling furniture, selling books, selling cars (that was how he got his) and want ads for roommates. No matter how much he got along with Changyeon, Seungri grabbed several of those posters and just left with them and headed to his car.
Once inside his car, he put some music from his radio to fill the silence then settled on the backseat and put his bag as pillow. Changyeon and Joonhee sort of got him more awake than necessary and he needed distraction. The multicolored papers he picked up were going to be said distraction. He flipped through them.
"Senior male looking for roommate who can play Starcraft. Contact Jonghoon."
"2 Senior males need clean roomie to keep Byunghee from dirtying everything."
"Sophomore girl looking for Sophomore or Freshman girl roomie who won't mind my girlfriend sleeping over. Contact Yongjoo."
"One 2 the three four phresh homies in one big n' bangin' shared crib lookin' for a 5th element to fill empty spot left by a fallen soulja."
Seungri went cross-eyed at the last neon orange paper, "What?"
It took him about 10 minutes to understand the rest of the paper.
"We be a cool soph (20), an minty phresh junior (21) and two chill seniors (21 n' 22).
We be lookin' for a homeskillet like this.
- Homeboy over 19. Cuz shit happens in our crib.
- Someone with a job who has cheese.
- Someone friendly, we like to talk a whole fucking lot but we kick drama-queens. Hard.
- Taken men in here, expect 'visitors'.
- We mind our business if ya don't want us in 'em, mind yours too.
- Bring yo own condoms, bein' 'round us tends to get ppl laid.
- We like party people. We like to party, too.
- Homies shalt naught mind hip-hop, R&B and even trot music bangin' the Boses.
- Speakin' English and Japanese might be helpin' ya some at times.
- Someone who can cook n' clean would be ghetto-fabulous.
- If you got wheels, we love you.
- Don't be allergic to 'em bow wows and snoopies. We got two.
- Be open-minded. We mean it.
We're hittin' ya with furniture and shit, too.
Recognizin' yo dog tag yet, homedog? We just wanna meet ya before acceptin' ya into the circle.
Hit 'em digits. They be in order of who is most likely to answer. Hollah."
He looked at the four numbers that were written at the bottom of the page, all preceded by what seemed to be a weird-looking pen name. He read them all and asked himself what the hell those guys were on. Though, this description met him on so many points that he just had to look into it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and punched in the first number on the list. This "Taeyang" person was not picking up after the seventh ring, Seunghyun figured he must be busy. So he punched in the next number, who's battery was probably dead because he got the "there is no service on this number" message.
Cussing softly, he punched in the third number on the list.
"Th-th-that don't kill me can only make me stronger,
I need you to hurry up now cuz I can wait much longer."
Seungri blinked. Why the hell was Kanye West's song playing when he was listening to some N'SYNC? He reached over between the front seats to turn the radio off. It was still playing and it was also not quite West's singing voice either. He listened carefully to know where it came from and who was singing, the voice was very familiar somehow... He thought it came from the window so he craned his neck in this direction... and fell across the seat, face against his bag.
It came from here.
He got up, opened his bag and dug through his books and work uniform and then his heart started to thump hard against his ribcage. It was the white phone he had picked up in the bus so long ago and this voice belonged to his owned. That blond guy who was drunk on the bus: Jiyong. Seungri felt his cheeks heat up as he took the phone, hearing the familiar voice rapping in English. He looked at the pen-name on the paper. G-Dragon. Ji-yong. That was pretty clever if you asked him.
After letting it ring and listening to the voice some more, he eventually hung up and dialed the last number. His heart was now beating so hard it went all the way up in his throat and back down to its place.
"Hello."
Surprised by the deep voice, Seungri dropped the phone and fumbled to find it before putting it back to his ear and picking the flier up again.
"Oh, hello... 'TOP'-sshi?" He asked in a small voice, suddenly feeling a little intimidated.
"This is I."
"This is about the wanted roommate ad... is the spot still free?"
"Yeah."
"I'm interested in it."
"I figured, man." .
"I'm not bothering, am I?"
"Honestly, you are. Just a little... I'm getting ready for work." Said the voice on the other end of the line. "Listen... if you're interested and meet the standards, could you show up at the our place Saturday evening at 5? The address is at the back of the poster where you probably saw the ad."
He turned the paper and got a pen from his bag to write the time and date down. "Sure thing."
"Aight good... oh before I forget, what's your name and how old are you?"
"Lee Seunghyun. I'm 19 years old."
"Funny. My real name is Choi Seunghyun."
Seungri's laughter sounded a lot higher in pitch than the other man's and realizing it made him shut his mouth instantly.
"See you on Saturday then, Seunghyun-sshi?"
"Sure thing, Seunghyun-sshi."
They both laughed again.
"Have a nice evening."
"Good luck for work." Seungri said before they both disconnected.
He sunk into his seat and flopped down on it. He raised the white phone and poked the middle button of the fairly large keypad, making the picture of the blond man with the sharpei appear again. He wondered if it was all part of a twisted game Destiny was playing for an instant but the smile on the picture changed his mind... maybe he'd get to see the actual thing again.
Seungri smiled and fell asleep, a smile on his face, the phone on his chest and a high-tempo beat in his heart.
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: More to come, more to come. Fic ain't really started here.
Genre: Angst, fluff
Rating: NC-16, for short sex scene. :D
Summary: Ends really do mark new starts.
Warnings: Sex scene? :D
A/N: HAI! MULTICHAPTER.
If there was a difference between having your own place and living in a college dormitory, it was definitely the number of people that caused embarrassing situations. Each time Seungri came back from work, he had to push his way through the crowd of young adults who were all coming back from the late classes and try to not get stomped by the soccer team that just finished their training. That was not even the worse part.
In his dormitory room, Seungri had a roommate; a young man a couple of years older than him who was called Kim Changyeon. The guy was some stupidly good-looking man with a lot of friends and was some mad party animal. He was really friendly and Seungri could easily hold a conversation with him but his problem with him was that the guy cleaned nothing, invited a lot of people over and had enough energy to provide Asia's electricity for 20 years. Seungri did not mind the cleaning up so much, or the people as long as they did not touch his stuff, the energy thing was only annoying when he was not feeling up to it or when Changyeon would not let him sleep... it was something else.
46 minutes past 10PM. Seungri came back from work and walked into the dorm building, wearing a tired expression on his face, as always. Delivering pizza was not the hardest of jobs, but it was sure taking its toll on Seungri when his workmates called dibs on the cars and scooters and he had to take the delivery bicycle. There was those customers who asked for 15 pizzas and he had to do the road to them three times in order to get it all right. His thighs ached and his whole body threatened to collapse any time. All he wished for was that Changyeon completely bushed from dance practice and was asleep, that he could take a warm shower and just sleep for the rest of the week.
He turned the doorknob to his room and pushed the door open, as silently as he could in case his roommate was asleep...
"Ahh... Changyeon..."
"Feels good, Joonhee?"
"Ah... god, yes.. yes... ahh, baby..."
Oh goddamn, not again! Seungri rolled his eyes at the sight. Changyeon was a good guy, really, but all Seungri wished was that he and his girlfriend were a lot less active on the sexual side and a bit less comfortable with an 'audience'. Last time this happened Seungri had been on his bed, ready to sleep and has had a comfortably awkward conversation with Changyeon while said guy was getting head from Joonhee.
He did not want to bother with this tonight so slung his bag over his shoulder, closed the door and headed for the exit. If anything, he could sleep in his car. The thing might be an old car but that 1998 Sonata he bought from a friend's father was the only thing Seungri could rely on. On the way out, he caught sight of the student board where ads for various things like party fliers that were mostly outdated, offering study help, looking for drummers for wannabe bands, selling furniture, selling books, selling cars (that was how he got his) and want ads for roommates. No matter how much he got along with Changyeon, Seungri grabbed several of those posters and just left with them and headed to his car.
Once inside his car, he put some music from his radio to fill the silence then settled on the backseat and put his bag as pillow. Changyeon and Joonhee sort of got him more awake than necessary and he needed distraction. The multicolored papers he picked up were going to be said distraction. He flipped through them.
"Senior male looking for roommate who can play Starcraft. Contact Jonghoon."
"2 Senior males need clean roomie to keep Byunghee from dirtying everything."
"Sophomore girl looking for Sophomore or Freshman girl roomie who won't mind my girlfriend sleeping over. Contact Yongjoo."
"One 2 the three four phresh homies in one big n' bangin' shared crib lookin' for a 5th element to fill empty spot left by a fallen soulja."
Seungri went cross-eyed at the last neon orange paper, "What?"
It took him about 10 minutes to understand the rest of the paper.
"We be a cool soph (20), an minty phresh junior (21) and two chill seniors (21 n' 22).
We be lookin' for a homeskillet like this.
- Homeboy over 19. Cuz shit happens in our crib.
- Someone with a job who has cheese.
- Someone friendly, we like to talk a whole fucking lot but we kick drama-queens. Hard.
- Taken men in here, expect 'visitors'.
- We mind our business if ya don't want us in 'em, mind yours too.
- Bring yo own condoms, bein' 'round us tends to get ppl laid.
- We like party people. We like to party, too.
- Homies shalt naught mind hip-hop, R&B and even trot music bangin' the Boses.
- Speakin' English and Japanese might be helpin' ya some at times.
- Someone who can cook n' clean would be ghetto-fabulous.
- If you got wheels, we love you.
- Don't be allergic to 'em bow wows and snoopies. We got two.
- Be open-minded. We mean it.
We're hittin' ya with furniture and shit, too.
Recognizin' yo dog tag yet, homedog? We just wanna meet ya before acceptin' ya into the circle.
Hit 'em digits. They be in order of who is most likely to answer. Hollah."
He looked at the four numbers that were written at the bottom of the page, all preceded by what seemed to be a weird-looking pen name. He read them all and asked himself what the hell those guys were on. Though, this description met him on so many points that he just had to look into it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and punched in the first number on the list. This "Taeyang" person was not picking up after the seventh ring, Seunghyun figured he must be busy. So he punched in the next number, who's battery was probably dead because he got the "there is no service on this number" message.
Cussing softly, he punched in the third number on the list.
"Th-th-that don't kill me can only make me stronger,
I need you to hurry up now cuz I can wait much longer."
Seungri blinked. Why the hell was Kanye West's song playing when he was listening to some N'SYNC? He reached over between the front seats to turn the radio off. It was still playing and it was also not quite West's singing voice either. He listened carefully to know where it came from and who was singing, the voice was very familiar somehow... He thought it came from the window so he craned his neck in this direction... and fell across the seat, face against his bag.
It came from here.
He got up, opened his bag and dug through his books and work uniform and then his heart started to thump hard against his ribcage. It was the white phone he had picked up in the bus so long ago and this voice belonged to his owned. That blond guy who was drunk on the bus: Jiyong. Seungri felt his cheeks heat up as he took the phone, hearing the familiar voice rapping in English. He looked at the pen-name on the paper. G-Dragon. Ji-yong. That was pretty clever if you asked him.
After letting it ring and listening to the voice some more, he eventually hung up and dialed the last number. His heart was now beating so hard it went all the way up in his throat and back down to its place.
"Hello."
Surprised by the deep voice, Seungri dropped the phone and fumbled to find it before putting it back to his ear and picking the flier up again.
"Oh, hello... 'TOP'-sshi?" He asked in a small voice, suddenly feeling a little intimidated.
"This is I."
"This is about the wanted roommate ad... is the spot still free?"
"Yeah."
"I'm interested in it."
"I figured, man." .
"I'm not bothering, am I?"
"Honestly, you are. Just a little... I'm getting ready for work." Said the voice on the other end of the line. "Listen... if you're interested and meet the standards, could you show up at the our place Saturday evening at 5? The address is at the back of the poster where you probably saw the ad."
He turned the paper and got a pen from his bag to write the time and date down. "Sure thing."
"Aight good... oh before I forget, what's your name and how old are you?"
"Lee Seunghyun. I'm 19 years old."
"Funny. My real name is Choi Seunghyun."
Seungri's laughter sounded a lot higher in pitch than the other man's and realizing it made him shut his mouth instantly.
"See you on Saturday then, Seunghyun-sshi?"
"Sure thing, Seunghyun-sshi."
They both laughed again.
"Have a nice evening."
"Good luck for work." Seungri said before they both disconnected.
He sunk into his seat and flopped down on it. He raised the white phone and poked the middle button of the fairly large keypad, making the picture of the blond man with the sharpei appear again. He wondered if it was all part of a twisted game Destiny was playing for an instant but the smile on the picture changed his mind... maybe he'd get to see the actual thing again.
Seungri smiled and fell asleep, a smile on his face, the phone on his chest and a high-tempo beat in his heart.