Coffee and Pancakes
title Coffee and Pancakes
fandom / pairing Big Bang : G-Dragon / Seungri
genre general, comedy, fluff
type fanfiction
length 1285 words
rating PG-13
language English
description Seungri doesn't like it when Jiyong says he's annoying.
date 2008-05-17
disclaimer I don't own any of the characters in this. And none of this ever really happened.
other notes
# based on interviews in G-Dragon, Top, and Gummy's episode of MBC's Come To Play. They talk about Seungri in one part of the interview and GD describes how Seungri follows him when they go shopping for clothes and imitates his style and that he finds this behavior of Seungri to be annoying.
# beta'd by aoimidori
# So I finally get to write my own G/Ri fic. I've always wanted to write about them, but I don't have the confidence that I can do them justice. This took forever to write, and went numerous edits: I changed from present to past tense, I removed McDonald's references, and more than half of the last scene was re-written. I should really stop myself from playing with it.
Jiyong shoved a slice of pancake into his mouth. He stifled a yawn as he chewed and squinted his eyes at the early morning sunlight entering through the glass windows. Beside him, Seungri yawned everytime he finished chewing each bite from his own pancakes. Youngbae, in front of him, chewed while his head occasionally jerked in trying to stay awake. Big Seunghyun made no effort at all and his head was on the table while he waited for the others to finish their own food. Daesung was just as bad, with his head and shoulders sprawled across Seunghyun's broad back, and the remainder of his breakfast left to be packed away later on. The coordinators and managers were on the table beside theirs, talking in hushed tones and occassionally casting glances at the five of them.
Touring is always difficult, but they do it anyway, Right after a concert, they board the bus and hope that there will be no accidents on the way back to Seoul, for they have filming for some variety show at 10 A.M. the next morning. With all the time constraints, breakfast is usually eaten at the first food-and-drink establishment that they stumble upon after the sun rises. Today, the manager decided to stop at a lonely, humble, sun-lit restaurant between Gwangju and Seoul at 7 A.M. The place was almost empty except for an old man sitting near the door, and the restaurant's staff, with a couple of waitresses chattering excitedly by the counter.
Jiyong followed each bite of his pancake with a sip of black coffee. The contrast between the taste of his drink and his food shook him awake, and he liked the way the pancake's taste grew sweeter after each gulp of bitter coffee he took.
Jiyong suddenly felt weight fall on his right shoulder and for a moment, was surprised. It was Seungri, falling asleep with his head on Jiyong's shoulder with half-chewed food inside his mouth. Jiyong hunched his shoulders to stir Seungri awake.
"Oh, sorry," was all Seungri mumbled and went back to eating while staring into empty space.
Jiyong took another sip of coffee. He kept quiet and wished that he was the one who fell asleep on Seungri's shoulder with half-chewed bits of pancake in his mouth.
---
"I told you already, don't follow me," Jiyong said again, as he walked briskly through the kiosks and the stalls in the mall. They were in Tokyo, and not a soul within their sight inside could recognize them. Jiyong was delighted at the pleasure of being able to shop without the thought of media men and women lurking somewhere, waiting to pounce on what could be the next biggest gossip about today's hottest young celebriites. There were no fangirls either, who are willing to risk their limbs just so they could follow their idols' every move, and that made them an even greater threat than the paparazzi.
Something much worse than a rabid fangirl was following him, however. Seungri wouldn't stop, and walked just as quickly as Jiyong did. He increased his pace every now and then and Seungri matched the effort. It wasn't long until Jiyong stopped, slightly out of breath, and waited for Seungri, facing the direction he is coming from.
"Don't. Follow. Me." Jiyong said as softly as he could, once he was within Seungri's earshot. He looked straight at Seungri's face. "Go look for your own clothes."
Seungri didn't say anything. He just rolled his eyes at Jiyong.
Jiyong felt something inside him break loose. It wasn't anger, but a kind of excitement that made him alert and giddy and almost drove him crazy. He sighed in an attempt to calm himself down.
"Why the hell do you keep on following me, anyway?" Jiyong asked. Seungri didn't answer again and gave him an expression that looked almost like a grin, his eyes bright and his lips curved and parted slightly.
Jiyong waited for a few moments and when Seungri stil didn't say anything, he spoke again. "Admit it. You're going buy what I'm going to buy again, aren't you?"
The awkward expression on Seungri's face turned into a sheepish smile. It was Jiyong's turn to roll his eyes. "Please. You're not going to follow me. Go, pester Youngbae or something."
"But hyung, I really like your style," Seungri said. "You're so cool and handsome."
Damn kid, Jiyong thought. But in an instant, he felt calm. He sighed again.
"Come on, let's go," Jiyong said with soft, feigned annoyance in his voice, signalling Seungri to follow him.
---
"You should have told me, you know, instead of saying it on an interivew," Seungri said, looking as his feet as if they were the most interesting pair of feet in the world.
Jiyong took a sip of coffee from his mug then looked at Seungri. He put down his fork beside the half-eaten pancake on his plate.
"And you told Seunghyun-hyung that I'm annoying and then both of you told the whole world I'm annoying." Seungri seemed to be angry, his voice was slightly becoming louder.
Jiyong stifled an amused laugh and put his mug down on the table. The ceramic mug mad a soft thud against the wooden table. "So you're here to scold me for saying in an interview something you think I should have told you about first?"
Seungri kept quiet Jiyong shifted in his chair and adjusted his beanie while waiting for Seungri to answer. It took a few moments, and another sip of coffee before Seungri spoke again.
"W-well, not really - of course, not," he answered, still looking at his feet.
Jiyong raised an eyebrow and looked at Seungri for the first time that morning. "You surely sounded like you were going to scold me."
"Sorry." The word left Seungri's mouth slowly, each syllable taking much effort to leave and make sense.
Jiyong appeared clueless. "What? For Scolding me?"
Seungri bit his lower lip. "No. For being," he paused and takes a deep breath. "Annoying. I didn't know that I was ticking you off already. Ah, the next time we go to a mall, I promise, I won't follow you anymore," he continued, with a hint of desperation hanging from his words.
Upon hearing this, Jiyong started to laugh. Hard, so hard he was almost falling off his chair. Seungri didn't look too pleased with this, and his forehead wrinkled in slight annoyance and wonder. Jiyong's laughter grew in intensity, and in a few moments, he fell off his chair. Seungri walked towards him and tried to pull him up by the right arm.
"Hyung!" Seungri almost shouted at him in order to calm him down. He gripped Jiyong's arm tightly.
Jiyong's laughter subsided and he sat on the floor with his back against one of the wooden table's legs. "Sorry, sorry," he apoligized in between sniggers. "It was all Seunghyun-hyung's idea."
"Huh?"
Jiyong grinned. "He was worried that we weren't going to make the episode interesting enough if we were going to be brutally honest with everything so -"
"You lied?!"
Jiyong nodded his head slowly. "Uhm, yeah." He sniggered again and added, "About that part, at least."
Seungri let go Jiyong's arm in disgust, with so much force that Jiyong felt that his arm was being tossed away. "Ugh, I can't believe this," he said angrily, his face colored with a bright shade of crimson.
Jiyong laughed again, and Seungri responded with a scowl. He looked away from Jiyong and scratched the back of his head.
"You worry about the most stupid things," Jiyong said with an amused chuckle as he got up from the floor.
Seungri rolled his eyes at him and turned away from Jiyong to leave the kitchen in disgust. Before he could take a step away, however, he felt himself being pulled in the opposite direction, and in a fleeting moment, Jiyong's face was no more than an inch away from is, with his hyung's arm draped lazily across his shoulders.
Jiyong ruffled Seungri's hair. "I thought you knew better than to believe that." he whispered. "Grow up, will you?"
For a few seconds, Seungri just stood there, as if frozen, while Jiyong waited for him to say something. When Jiyong tried to look at Seungri's eyes, trying to pry into the younger boy's mind, Seungri looked away.
"What?" Jiyong asked.
"I am growing up," Seungri answered quietly, then pushed Jiyong away. Seungri wasn't very powerful, but Jiyong didn't resist, and his behind landed freely on the chair he had been sitting on that morning. He watched as Seungri walked out of the kitchen, with no hint whatsoever about how he was feeling.
Jiyong looked at the half-empty mug of now-cold coffee in front of him. He decided to resume his breakfast and took a bite from his half-eaten pancake. It was sweet, seemingly sweeter than before that morning's amusing interruption. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, giving him a warm, satisfied feeling.
fandom / pairing Big Bang : G-Dragon / Seungri
genre general, comedy, fluff
type fanfiction
length 1285 words
rating PG-13
language English
description Seungri doesn't like it when Jiyong says he's annoying.
date 2008-05-17
disclaimer I don't own any of the characters in this. And none of this ever really happened.
other notes
# based on interviews in G-Dragon, Top, and Gummy's episode of MBC's Come To Play. They talk about Seungri in one part of the interview and GD describes how Seungri follows him when they go shopping for clothes and imitates his style and that he finds this behavior of Seungri to be annoying.
# beta'd by aoimidori
# So I finally get to write my own G/Ri fic. I've always wanted to write about them, but I don't have the confidence that I can do them justice. This took forever to write, and went numerous edits: I changed from present to past tense, I removed McDonald's references, and more than half of the last scene was re-written. I should really stop myself from playing with it.
Jiyong shoved a slice of pancake into his mouth. He stifled a yawn as he chewed and squinted his eyes at the early morning sunlight entering through the glass windows. Beside him, Seungri yawned everytime he finished chewing each bite from his own pancakes. Youngbae, in front of him, chewed while his head occasionally jerked in trying to stay awake. Big Seunghyun made no effort at all and his head was on the table while he waited for the others to finish their own food. Daesung was just as bad, with his head and shoulders sprawled across Seunghyun's broad back, and the remainder of his breakfast left to be packed away later on. The coordinators and managers were on the table beside theirs, talking in hushed tones and occassionally casting glances at the five of them.
Touring is always difficult, but they do it anyway, Right after a concert, they board the bus and hope that there will be no accidents on the way back to Seoul, for they have filming for some variety show at 10 A.M. the next morning. With all the time constraints, breakfast is usually eaten at the first food-and-drink establishment that they stumble upon after the sun rises. Today, the manager decided to stop at a lonely, humble, sun-lit restaurant between Gwangju and Seoul at 7 A.M. The place was almost empty except for an old man sitting near the door, and the restaurant's staff, with a couple of waitresses chattering excitedly by the counter.
Jiyong followed each bite of his pancake with a sip of black coffee. The contrast between the taste of his drink and his food shook him awake, and he liked the way the pancake's taste grew sweeter after each gulp of bitter coffee he took.
Jiyong suddenly felt weight fall on his right shoulder and for a moment, was surprised. It was Seungri, falling asleep with his head on Jiyong's shoulder with half-chewed food inside his mouth. Jiyong hunched his shoulders to stir Seungri awake.
"Oh, sorry," was all Seungri mumbled and went back to eating while staring into empty space.
Jiyong took another sip of coffee. He kept quiet and wished that he was the one who fell asleep on Seungri's shoulder with half-chewed bits of pancake in his mouth.
---
"I told you already, don't follow me," Jiyong said again, as he walked briskly through the kiosks and the stalls in the mall. They were in Tokyo, and not a soul within their sight inside could recognize them. Jiyong was delighted at the pleasure of being able to shop without the thought of media men and women lurking somewhere, waiting to pounce on what could be the next biggest gossip about today's hottest young celebriites. There were no fangirls either, who are willing to risk their limbs just so they could follow their idols' every move, and that made them an even greater threat than the paparazzi.
Something much worse than a rabid fangirl was following him, however. Seungri wouldn't stop, and walked just as quickly as Jiyong did. He increased his pace every now and then and Seungri matched the effort. It wasn't long until Jiyong stopped, slightly out of breath, and waited for Seungri, facing the direction he is coming from.
"Don't. Follow. Me." Jiyong said as softly as he could, once he was within Seungri's earshot. He looked straight at Seungri's face. "Go look for your own clothes."
Seungri didn't say anything. He just rolled his eyes at Jiyong.
Jiyong felt something inside him break loose. It wasn't anger, but a kind of excitement that made him alert and giddy and almost drove him crazy. He sighed in an attempt to calm himself down.
"Why the hell do you keep on following me, anyway?" Jiyong asked. Seungri didn't answer again and gave him an expression that looked almost like a grin, his eyes bright and his lips curved and parted slightly.
Jiyong waited for a few moments and when Seungri stil didn't say anything, he spoke again. "Admit it. You're going buy what I'm going to buy again, aren't you?"
The awkward expression on Seungri's face turned into a sheepish smile. It was Jiyong's turn to roll his eyes. "Please. You're not going to follow me. Go, pester Youngbae or something."
"But hyung, I really like your style," Seungri said. "You're so cool and handsome."
Damn kid, Jiyong thought. But in an instant, he felt calm. He sighed again.
"Come on, let's go," Jiyong said with soft, feigned annoyance in his voice, signalling Seungri to follow him.
---
"You should have told me, you know, instead of saying it on an interivew," Seungri said, looking as his feet as if they were the most interesting pair of feet in the world.
Jiyong took a sip of coffee from his mug then looked at Seungri. He put down his fork beside the half-eaten pancake on his plate.
"And you told Seunghyun-hyung that I'm annoying and then both of you told the whole world I'm annoying." Seungri seemed to be angry, his voice was slightly becoming louder.
Jiyong stifled an amused laugh and put his mug down on the table. The ceramic mug mad a soft thud against the wooden table. "So you're here to scold me for saying in an interview something you think I should have told you about first?"
Seungri kept quiet Jiyong shifted in his chair and adjusted his beanie while waiting for Seungri to answer. It took a few moments, and another sip of coffee before Seungri spoke again.
"W-well, not really - of course, not," he answered, still looking at his feet.
Jiyong raised an eyebrow and looked at Seungri for the first time that morning. "You surely sounded like you were going to scold me."
"Sorry." The word left Seungri's mouth slowly, each syllable taking much effort to leave and make sense.
Jiyong appeared clueless. "What? For Scolding me?"
Seungri bit his lower lip. "No. For being," he paused and takes a deep breath. "Annoying. I didn't know that I was ticking you off already. Ah, the next time we go to a mall, I promise, I won't follow you anymore," he continued, with a hint of desperation hanging from his words.
Upon hearing this, Jiyong started to laugh. Hard, so hard he was almost falling off his chair. Seungri didn't look too pleased with this, and his forehead wrinkled in slight annoyance and wonder. Jiyong's laughter grew in intensity, and in a few moments, he fell off his chair. Seungri walked towards him and tried to pull him up by the right arm.
"Hyung!" Seungri almost shouted at him in order to calm him down. He gripped Jiyong's arm tightly.
Jiyong's laughter subsided and he sat on the floor with his back against one of the wooden table's legs. "Sorry, sorry," he apoligized in between sniggers. "It was all Seunghyun-hyung's idea."
"Huh?"
Jiyong grinned. "He was worried that we weren't going to make the episode interesting enough if we were going to be brutally honest with everything so -"
"You lied?!"
Jiyong nodded his head slowly. "Uhm, yeah." He sniggered again and added, "About that part, at least."
Seungri let go Jiyong's arm in disgust, with so much force that Jiyong felt that his arm was being tossed away. "Ugh, I can't believe this," he said angrily, his face colored with a bright shade of crimson.
Jiyong laughed again, and Seungri responded with a scowl. He looked away from Jiyong and scratched the back of his head.
"You worry about the most stupid things," Jiyong said with an amused chuckle as he got up from the floor.
Seungri rolled his eyes at him and turned away from Jiyong to leave the kitchen in disgust. Before he could take a step away, however, he felt himself being pulled in the opposite direction, and in a fleeting moment, Jiyong's face was no more than an inch away from is, with his hyung's arm draped lazily across his shoulders.
Jiyong ruffled Seungri's hair. "I thought you knew better than to believe that." he whispered. "Grow up, will you?"
For a few seconds, Seungri just stood there, as if frozen, while Jiyong waited for him to say something. When Jiyong tried to look at Seungri's eyes, trying to pry into the younger boy's mind, Seungri looked away.
"What?" Jiyong asked.
"I am growing up," Seungri answered quietly, then pushed Jiyong away. Seungri wasn't very powerful, but Jiyong didn't resist, and his behind landed freely on the chair he had been sitting on that morning. He watched as Seungri walked out of the kitchen, with no hint whatsoever about how he was feeling.
Jiyong looked at the half-empty mug of now-cold coffee in front of him. He decided to resume his breakfast and took a bite from his half-eaten pancake. It was sweet, seemingly sweeter than before that morning's amusing interruption. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, giving him a warm, satisfied feeling.