[oneshot] five times jiyong and seungri play hide and seek
Title: five times jiyong and seungri play hide and seek
Pairing: g-ri, ot5
Rating: pg13 for language
Genre: mild angst, romance, slice-of-life
Warnings: swearing
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: written for the prompt 'if you hadn't found me, i would have found you' @ gdheartri’s oneshot contest. canonverse, 1,123 words.
1.
“Oh, God,” is the first, desperate thing out of his mouth when their manager calls about Daesung’s accident. Youngbae drops the cup of cold tea he’s holding and immediately pulls his cell phone out to call Seunghyun. Jiyong dials Seungri’s number with shaking hands, spitting out a string of curse words when he’s met with a cheerful hey, you’ve reached LEE SEUNGRI, VICTORY!’s cell phone, please leave a message!
“Seunghyun’s on his way,” Youngbae mutters, sinking down onto the couch. “He was at the gym.”
Jiyong lets out an incredulous laugh. “We’re pulling him away from working out. The irony.”
Seungri hurtles through the door an hour later and Jiyong has to resist the urge to grab his shoulders and shake. “Where the hell have you been.”
“I-what?” Seungri stutters.
“Daesung’s in the goddamn hospital, in possibly critical condition, and your cell phone is off because you don’t want to be disturbed while wooing the noonas-”
“I was with manager-hyungnim when he found out,” Seungri interrupts with a hushed whisper. “We were trying to get into Daesung’s room for half an hour but the doctors just said they’d contact us when we could visit.”
“Oh.” Seungri’s face is pale, the bags under his eyes large and gaunt underneath the incandescent lights, and Jiyong exhales loudly. “I’m sorry.”
The constant waiting and just not knowing makes it seem like the longest night of their lives.
2.
“Where the hell is the goddamn venue?” Jiyong barks across the line.
The make-up artist working on Seungri gives a yelp when he suddenly stands, foundation from his face smearing on the phone. “You can’t come, Jiyong, you have too much work to do for your solo activities, and-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be incognito, I’m really good at that-”
“That’s not what I mean!” The make-up artist forces him back in the chair and Seungri hits the speaker button in agitation. “What part of ‘you have too much work to do’ do you not understand?”
“The ‘too much’ part,” Jiyong says flatly. “I’m going to be a good bandmate and support your musical. Daesung would’ve wanted me to go see him onstage, too. Now be a good boy and give me the directions.”
In the end, Seungri has to get into a cab of his own and lead Jiyong’s taxi to the concert hall. Jiyong makes him swear to secrecy. “I’d never hear the end of it-Kwon Jiyong, leader of Big Bang and worst navigator on the planet.” Seungri scoffs.
Jiyong sits in the second row and beams during the whole show. Seungri knows because his eyes keep on finding Jiyong’s face.
3.
The day Seungri turns twenty, Seunghyun slips him the address of a bar in Hongdae and tells him to meet them there at midnight.
Clubbing with the hyungs, Seungri thinks, a thrill of excitement running down his spine.
Midnight finds him squashed in the back of a shady-looking taxi, peering through tinted windows and trying to decipher a building number from Seunghyun’s chicken scratch. The man behind the wheel looks increasingly irritable, and in an effort to preserve his longevity, Seungri pays the driver and steps off as quickly as he can.
The area is completely unfamiliar to him, and the flashing lights in every direction he looks aren’t helping at all. His watch says 2AM and he’s about to completely give up and go home when someone grabs his arm and jerks him around.
“Jesus, Seungri,” Jiyong says. “Where have you been?” Other recognizable faces appear behind him and Seungri heaves a sigh of relief.
“Lost, probably.” Seunghyun shakes his head. “I gave you the address, too!”
“It’s not my fault your handwriting is illegible, hyung,” Seungri mutters. “If you hadn’t come out to get me, I totally would’ve found you all eventually.”
“Eventually being the key word here,” Daesung says, grinning madly. “It’s already two in the morning!” They drag him through three blocks of Seoul nightlife and into a raucous club, dance music thrumming through the blood in his veins.
Jiyong elbows him in the side when the others have gone off to mingle. “Seems like I’m not the only one with direction issues, maknae.”
He laughs when Seungri takes a large gulp of his drink and decidedly ignores him.
4.
Chaerin convinces them all to go shopping during 2NE1’s long hiatus (to be fair, no one really put up much of an effort to contest the girl’s assertion that they were all to be her manual labor for the day).
Jiyong manages to slip away five minutes into their spree. Seunghyun grumbles a bit and tugs Youngbae away soon after, and Daesung makes some slippery excuse as well-Chaerin presses her lips together thinly when she turns around at Chanel’s check-out counter and sees spindly Seungri.
My workout for the day three times over, he thinks tiredly as she attempts to get something from every single store in the mall. When they round the corner to head to the food court, Seungri catches a glimpse of the same loud print of Jiyong’s shirt. He sets the bags down next to Chaerin’s table and blurts something out about needing to answer the call of nature before taking off in the glimpse’s general direction.
After zigzagging through a maze of shelves and piles of clearance items, Jiyong slips out the entrance of a changing room, grinning. “So, how’s Chaerin? Arms sore yet?”
Seungri glowers, unamused. “You guys knew this would happen. Thanks for the warning.”
“Ahh, don’t be angry, I got something for you,” he says, patting Seungri on the back. A second later, he’s squeezing a small object into Seungri’s closed hand before disappearing again behind a rack of new arrivals.
He snorts when he unclenches his fist and sees a tiny broccoli-shaped keychain in the center of his palm.
5.
Jiyong stays late at the studio with Teddy in June to work on their new album. When he gets home at three, bass beats still pounding in his ears, he finds Seungri on his bed, Tom and Laura pushed down haphazardly against the footboard. He’s sprawled across the clean, white under-sheets, breath deep and even and still dressed in his day clothes.
Jiyong shakes him awake, grip firm on his shoulder, and Seungri blinks bleary eyes up to look at him. “Hyung,” he says, a lopsided smile twitching onto his face, “sorry, I fell asleep-I’ll just go back to my room.” He attempts to push himself up, but his arm takes this chance to turn into jelly and Jiyong laughs when his head hits the pillow again.
“Whatever,” Jiyong says, slipping under the covers and tucking his head over Seungri’s. “Just sleep.”
They do.
fin
A/N: urgh, i hope this fits the prompt :|
Pairing: g-ri, ot5
Rating: pg13 for language
Genre: mild angst, romance, slice-of-life
Warnings: swearing
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: written for the prompt 'if you hadn't found me, i would have found you' @ gdheartri’s oneshot contest. canonverse, 1,123 words.
1.
“Oh, God,” is the first, desperate thing out of his mouth when their manager calls about Daesung’s accident. Youngbae drops the cup of cold tea he’s holding and immediately pulls his cell phone out to call Seunghyun. Jiyong dials Seungri’s number with shaking hands, spitting out a string of curse words when he’s met with a cheerful hey, you’ve reached LEE SEUNGRI, VICTORY!’s cell phone, please leave a message!
“Seunghyun’s on his way,” Youngbae mutters, sinking down onto the couch. “He was at the gym.”
Jiyong lets out an incredulous laugh. “We’re pulling him away from working out. The irony.”
Seungri hurtles through the door an hour later and Jiyong has to resist the urge to grab his shoulders and shake. “Where the hell have you been.”
“I-what?” Seungri stutters.
“Daesung’s in the goddamn hospital, in possibly critical condition, and your cell phone is off because you don’t want to be disturbed while wooing the noonas-”
“I was with manager-hyungnim when he found out,” Seungri interrupts with a hushed whisper. “We were trying to get into Daesung’s room for half an hour but the doctors just said they’d contact us when we could visit.”
“Oh.” Seungri’s face is pale, the bags under his eyes large and gaunt underneath the incandescent lights, and Jiyong exhales loudly. “I’m sorry.”
The constant waiting and just not knowing makes it seem like the longest night of their lives.
2.
“Where the hell is the goddamn venue?” Jiyong barks across the line.
The make-up artist working on Seungri gives a yelp when he suddenly stands, foundation from his face smearing on the phone. “You can’t come, Jiyong, you have too much work to do for your solo activities, and-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be incognito, I’m really good at that-”
“That’s not what I mean!” The make-up artist forces him back in the chair and Seungri hits the speaker button in agitation. “What part of ‘you have too much work to do’ do you not understand?”
“The ‘too much’ part,” Jiyong says flatly. “I’m going to be a good bandmate and support your musical. Daesung would’ve wanted me to go see him onstage, too. Now be a good boy and give me the directions.”
In the end, Seungri has to get into a cab of his own and lead Jiyong’s taxi to the concert hall. Jiyong makes him swear to secrecy. “I’d never hear the end of it-Kwon Jiyong, leader of Big Bang and worst navigator on the planet.” Seungri scoffs.
Jiyong sits in the second row and beams during the whole show. Seungri knows because his eyes keep on finding Jiyong’s face.
3.
The day Seungri turns twenty, Seunghyun slips him the address of a bar in Hongdae and tells him to meet them there at midnight.
Clubbing with the hyungs, Seungri thinks, a thrill of excitement running down his spine.
Midnight finds him squashed in the back of a shady-looking taxi, peering through tinted windows and trying to decipher a building number from Seunghyun’s chicken scratch. The man behind the wheel looks increasingly irritable, and in an effort to preserve his longevity, Seungri pays the driver and steps off as quickly as he can.
The area is completely unfamiliar to him, and the flashing lights in every direction he looks aren’t helping at all. His watch says 2AM and he’s about to completely give up and go home when someone grabs his arm and jerks him around.
“Jesus, Seungri,” Jiyong says. “Where have you been?” Other recognizable faces appear behind him and Seungri heaves a sigh of relief.
“Lost, probably.” Seunghyun shakes his head. “I gave you the address, too!”
“It’s not my fault your handwriting is illegible, hyung,” Seungri mutters. “If you hadn’t come out to get me, I totally would’ve found you all eventually.”
“Eventually being the key word here,” Daesung says, grinning madly. “It’s already two in the morning!” They drag him through three blocks of Seoul nightlife and into a raucous club, dance music thrumming through the blood in his veins.
Jiyong elbows him in the side when the others have gone off to mingle. “Seems like I’m not the only one with direction issues, maknae.”
He laughs when Seungri takes a large gulp of his drink and decidedly ignores him.
4.
Chaerin convinces them all to go shopping during 2NE1’s long hiatus (to be fair, no one really put up much of an effort to contest the girl’s assertion that they were all to be her manual labor for the day).
Jiyong manages to slip away five minutes into their spree. Seunghyun grumbles a bit and tugs Youngbae away soon after, and Daesung makes some slippery excuse as well-Chaerin presses her lips together thinly when she turns around at Chanel’s check-out counter and sees spindly Seungri.
My workout for the day three times over, he thinks tiredly as she attempts to get something from every single store in the mall. When they round the corner to head to the food court, Seungri catches a glimpse of the same loud print of Jiyong’s shirt. He sets the bags down next to Chaerin’s table and blurts something out about needing to answer the call of nature before taking off in the glimpse’s general direction.
After zigzagging through a maze of shelves and piles of clearance items, Jiyong slips out the entrance of a changing room, grinning. “So, how’s Chaerin? Arms sore yet?”
Seungri glowers, unamused. “You guys knew this would happen. Thanks for the warning.”
“Ahh, don’t be angry, I got something for you,” he says, patting Seungri on the back. A second later, he’s squeezing a small object into Seungri’s closed hand before disappearing again behind a rack of new arrivals.
He snorts when he unclenches his fist and sees a tiny broccoli-shaped keychain in the center of his palm.
5.
Jiyong stays late at the studio with Teddy in June to work on their new album. When he gets home at three, bass beats still pounding in his ears, he finds Seungri on his bed, Tom and Laura pushed down haphazardly against the footboard. He’s sprawled across the clean, white under-sheets, breath deep and even and still dressed in his day clothes.
Jiyong shakes him awake, grip firm on his shoulder, and Seungri blinks bleary eyes up to look at him. “Hyung,” he says, a lopsided smile twitching onto his face, “sorry, I fell asleep-I’ll just go back to my room.” He attempts to push himself up, but his arm takes this chance to turn into jelly and Jiyong laughs when his head hits the pillow again.
“Whatever,” Jiyong says, slipping under the covers and tucking his head over Seungri’s. “Just sleep.”
They do.
fin
A/N: urgh, i hope this fits the prompt :|