crossover: big bang/2ne1 drabbles
let's get it on & woe is we
2ne1/big bang; pg-13/pg
a/n; just a couple drabbles that are going nowhere :/
let's get it on (yb/dara)
Youngbae's ipod is tucked into its dock and the lights are dimmed. Candles are lit and placed strategically around the room. Youngbae rubs his hands together. Perfect.
Sandara sits on the edge of the bed, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. Youngbae takes a seat next to her and looks deeply into her eyes. Sandara manages a weak grin.
They kiss slowly and the angle isn't right - their noses crash and Youngbae is more or less kissing the corner of her mouth - but it's nice. They're really getting into it, Sandara spread across the bed with Youngbae over top of her as he presses kisses along her jaw, when Take It Slow sounds from the speakers. Now, that's a little awkward. Sandara chokes on her own saliva, which progresses into a coughing fit. Youngbae flushes and quickly gets up to change the song, not quite comfortable with listening to his own voice as he gets busy.
Somehow, Youngbae manages to get over his embarrassment and they resume positions in a matter of moments to a smooth jazz melody. When Youngbae makes way to pull Sandara's shirt up and over her head, her arm gets caught in the sleeve. He tugs and Sandara makes a struggling sound. He tries a second time, but she stops him with a hand curved around his wrist.
"Maybe we should, just, take off our own clothes?" She suggests.
Youngbae nods and removes his clothing from head to toe, too shy to even take a peek at Sandara. When he climbs onto the bed, he does so blindly.
Only when Sandara clears her throat, does Youngbae look up. There she is, Sandara in all her naked glory, eyeing him expectantly. Youngbae feels all the blood drain from his face and briefly wonders how many people have lost consciousness in the middle of sex.
woe is we (cl/dara)
A week from now, it will all make complete sense. Sandara will remember all the seemingly innocent touches - an arm thrown around a shoulder, a tightly enclosed hug - and understand that they were tiny gestures of something a whole lot more. She will read over all the lyrics, listen to all the melodies and realize that Dong Youngbae and Teddy Park belonged together from the start.
Right now, however, Sandara sits with her back against the kitchen island, a tub of ice cream in between her bare thighs. Chaerin lets a sob next to her, and Sandara frowns around a spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough.
"It's the abs, isn't it?" Chaerin moans. "I-I have abs too, you know." She lifts up her shirt, takes one look and bursts into tears.
Sandara isn't really paying attention, too busy digging into the ice cream for more as she mutters to herself. "I'm not stylish enough, is that it? I tried the whole cap-over-hood but all i got was...was..." She bites on her lower lip as it starts to tremble.
"Maybe I should grow facial hair," Chaerin whispers seriously and Sandara stares, vision blurry through her tears, before passing Chaerin the spoon, mountain of sweetness piled on top. It only makes Chaerin cry more, ice cream forgotten and dripping onto the floor.
Sandara tosses it to the side and pulls Chaerin into a hug.
"Want to watch Pretty in Pink?" Chaerin asks in between hiccups when they finally break apart. They exchange glances, mascara running down both of their cheeks and frown at each other in pity.
Sandara grabs a box of kleenex as they make their way to the living room.
2ne1/big bang; pg-13/pg
a/n; just a couple drabbles that are going nowhere :/
let's get it on (yb/dara)
Youngbae's ipod is tucked into its dock and the lights are dimmed. Candles are lit and placed strategically around the room. Youngbae rubs his hands together. Perfect.
Sandara sits on the edge of the bed, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. Youngbae takes a seat next to her and looks deeply into her eyes. Sandara manages a weak grin.
They kiss slowly and the angle isn't right - their noses crash and Youngbae is more or less kissing the corner of her mouth - but it's nice. They're really getting into it, Sandara spread across the bed with Youngbae over top of her as he presses kisses along her jaw, when Take It Slow sounds from the speakers. Now, that's a little awkward. Sandara chokes on her own saliva, which progresses into a coughing fit. Youngbae flushes and quickly gets up to change the song, not quite comfortable with listening to his own voice as he gets busy.
Somehow, Youngbae manages to get over his embarrassment and they resume positions in a matter of moments to a smooth jazz melody. When Youngbae makes way to pull Sandara's shirt up and over her head, her arm gets caught in the sleeve. He tugs and Sandara makes a struggling sound. He tries a second time, but she stops him with a hand curved around his wrist.
"Maybe we should, just, take off our own clothes?" She suggests.
Youngbae nods and removes his clothing from head to toe, too shy to even take a peek at Sandara. When he climbs onto the bed, he does so blindly.
Only when Sandara clears her throat, does Youngbae look up. There she is, Sandara in all her naked glory, eyeing him expectantly. Youngbae feels all the blood drain from his face and briefly wonders how many people have lost consciousness in the middle of sex.
woe is we (cl/dara)
A week from now, it will all make complete sense. Sandara will remember all the seemingly innocent touches - an arm thrown around a shoulder, a tightly enclosed hug - and understand that they were tiny gestures of something a whole lot more. She will read over all the lyrics, listen to all the melodies and realize that Dong Youngbae and Teddy Park belonged together from the start.
Right now, however, Sandara sits with her back against the kitchen island, a tub of ice cream in between her bare thighs. Chaerin lets a sob next to her, and Sandara frowns around a spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough.
"It's the abs, isn't it?" Chaerin moans. "I-I have abs too, you know." She lifts up her shirt, takes one look and bursts into tears.
Sandara isn't really paying attention, too busy digging into the ice cream for more as she mutters to herself. "I'm not stylish enough, is that it? I tried the whole cap-over-hood but all i got was...was..." She bites on her lower lip as it starts to tremble.
"Maybe I should grow facial hair," Chaerin whispers seriously and Sandara stares, vision blurry through her tears, before passing Chaerin the spoon, mountain of sweetness piled on top. It only makes Chaerin cry more, ice cream forgotten and dripping onto the floor.
Sandara tosses it to the side and pulls Chaerin into a hug.
"Want to watch Pretty in Pink?" Chaerin asks in between hiccups when they finally break apart. They exchange glances, mascara running down both of their cheeks and frown at each other in pity.
Sandara grabs a box of kleenex as they make their way to the living room.