itunes shuffle meme #2
Pairings: gd/top, cl/dara
Rating: pg to pg-13
A/N: May have cheated a bit by listening to a song once or twice more. And the last one is just something I found on my computer that I was apparently writing nearly a year ago (song title included). Just spruced it up a little to post it here.
Yellow - Coldplay ♫
Home sweet home. Or well, it was.
And when you close your eyes you can almost remember it.
You nearly feel the grains of sand, the wet blades of grass under your toes. You can taste the salty breeze, cooling that drip of saltier sweat trailing down your neck. You can feel the sun, warm and pure, its rays trickling through the tree branches.
You can feel his fingers entwining in yours, his chapped lips over yours, his body, determined and pleading, all over yours. His exhale is your inhale, and the world goes so white and nonexistent, you forget there’s a world at all.
When you close your eyes, all you see is him.
La Valse d'Amélie (Orchestre) - Yann Tiersen ♫
He’s a prince. Life bends and breaks to his will, can’t help it. And you’re no exception.
He has the deepest brownest eyes you’ve ever seen, dark hair that’s shades all too light in the sun. His lips are red when wet, white when chapped, and just begging for a kiss whenever he smiles.
His fingers are long and hard when they hold you still. And his tongue is an evil little thing, playing with you in ways that wound, whispering things that shouldn’t be.
And when he says your name against your neck, “…Seunghyun,” breathes it into your skin, you shiver in ways you never thought possible. Your fingers tangle into his hair, pull it for purchase. You almost want to hurt him as badly as he hurts you, and he’s fucking killing you right now.
But he’s a prince and you’re his servant; you just simply can’t do that.
So when he says “get on your knees” you do it. When he says “kiss me” you do it. “Fuck me” and you can’t even control yourself.
When he grabs the blade and hands it to you, you take it. And when he gives you that all knowing smirk, your heart aches because you know what’s coming.
“Goodbye” he says, eyes glinting in the warm sunlight, your beautiful prince.
And you take your leave.
Hawaiian Couple - Humming Urban Stereo ♫
The story of how Chaerin fell in love:
It’s quite simple actually.
Chaerin’s just always had this thing for odd people. She likes them weird and quirky and just slightly annoying.
And Seungri is just pretty much the epitome of that. He's a cocky asshole, but she kind of likes the way he gets under her skin. And if it weren’t for Jiyong claiming him as his own, then maybe Chaerin could have actually surprised everyone and turned out straight.
And then there’s Seungho in all of his eclectic colorful glory and weirdly adorably shaped head. He has a special place in her heart carved out just for him, and she’s not particularly sure why. Perhaps it’s his quiet confidence, because he could always wear whatever the fuck he wanted and still make it look vogue, or maybe it’s just his sheer awkwardness. Sometimes it’s so bad she can’t even tell if what he’s saying is an insult or a genuine compliment. He’s always been bad when it came to talking, so clothes and accessories were his words. And she’d admire him forever for that.
And then there’s Dara, and honestly, she’s as weird as they come. Chaerin doesn’t know anybody else who says their own commentary about their own lives. But it’s the middle of the night and Chaerin can hear her, her voice flitting across the hall, nagging about how hard it is to be TamTam’s mother and how the stuffed bunny has been too promiscuous lately. Aigoo. And she’s shrill and loud and easily excitable and hyper and so impossibly young looking and acting for someone nearly a decade older than her.
Dara is basically the opposite of everything Chaerin is, but somehow, they fit. Like a key to a lock.
Maybe it’s her pretty classic looks, her tomboyish style, or maybe it’s the way she always hums a soft sigh whenever they kiss.
Chaerin thinks it was only a matter of time until she fell for her. Dara always says otherwise, talks about how Chaerin was the one who seduced her. Chaerin lets her believe it, only waits until they’re alone at night together to prove her wrong.
Last Flowers - Radiohead ♫
“Life sure is funny, huh?” Jiyong says, his eyes heavy lidded, eyeliner smudging onto his cheeks. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and follows it with an equally long swig of his drink, rolling his eyes back into focus, locking them onto yours before he finally continues.
“So,” he says nonchalantly and it doesn’t sound like he’s faking it, “What brings you back to this shithole?” Another drag. "...after all these years?”
You.
It’s what you want to say, but instead all you can do is just furrow your brows in frustration, frown at the distracting dubstep music. Jiyong stares at you, amusement written all over his face as he takes in your pea coat and black slacks, an attempt to dress down, but apparently still too dressed up for this part of town.
“I…I missed…..”
“Wanna go somewhere quieter?” He motions a finger towards the exit, his glittering black nail polish catching your eye. “...outside?”
And you follow him, just like how you always used to. Jiyong grabs your hand, gives it a small squeeze out of habit and leads you past the inebriated crowd and out into the back alley behind the club. The door slams shut, engulfing the loud music behind it, and then silence.
He peaks at you, a small smile gracing his face, and you know him well enough to know it's more out of practice rather than genuineness. You take in his appearance, his bright blonde hair, his black ripped jeans, and his fur scarf that doesn’t uphold much to its purpose considering he’s only wearing a sheer mesh shirt underneath.
“Aren’t you cold?” is all you manage to say.
Jiyong lets out a hearty laugh at your silly question and you can’t help but blush. His gummy smile reminds you of when you were younger, of when Jiyong was still that brown haired little kid that lived a few houses down from yours, back when holding hands and messing around with a guy wasn’t so weird and didn’t have to mean so much.
“It’s been a while,” he says thoughtfully as he leans against the dirty brick wall, his breath coming out as steamed huffs in the chilly night air. “Just tell me, why are you here?”
You carefully consider your words before answering, shuffling a bit to keep warm and rid your restlessness, “I have neglected a few things.” His eyes glance up at you for the briefest second before setting back down onto the ground again. “...and I came to make amends.”
“Don’t you think it’s already a bit too late?” Jiyong's gaze never leaves the floor, he shifts his body back, just the slightest bit further away from you. “Besides, I’m sure so-successful you must have much better things to do than to waste your time with little-oh fucked up me,” he spits the words out harshly. But it seems to backfire, just a little; his eyes well up.
And you take the few steps forward so that you're right in front of him, hands cupped along his face, your thumbs lightly caressing his cheek. And instead of flinching or pushing your hands away like you anticipated, his fingers ghost over yours.
“God...I’ve missed you,” he mumbles against your neck. And his lips are on your skin, it's all too real, all too familiar. Your fingers find their place on his hips, grip tightening by the very second.
“You're fucking asshole...,” he chokes out and you can feel his tears seep into your scarf. His shoulders are shaking, and all you want to do is hold him, kiss him, make him warm, make him smile like you used to.
Just touch him.
But you don't, because he's not yours anymore. What right do you have?"
"I know... I'm sorry.... so sorry," is all you can manage to say.
Rating: pg to pg-13
A/N: May have cheated a bit by listening to a song once or twice more. And the last one is just something I found on my computer that I was apparently writing nearly a year ago (song title included). Just spruced it up a little to post it here.
Yellow - Coldplay ♫
Home sweet home. Or well, it was.
And when you close your eyes you can almost remember it.
You nearly feel the grains of sand, the wet blades of grass under your toes. You can taste the salty breeze, cooling that drip of saltier sweat trailing down your neck. You can feel the sun, warm and pure, its rays trickling through the tree branches.
You can feel his fingers entwining in yours, his chapped lips over yours, his body, determined and pleading, all over yours. His exhale is your inhale, and the world goes so white and nonexistent, you forget there’s a world at all.
When you close your eyes, all you see is him.
La Valse d'Amélie (Orchestre) - Yann Tiersen ♫
He’s a prince. Life bends and breaks to his will, can’t help it. And you’re no exception.
He has the deepest brownest eyes you’ve ever seen, dark hair that’s shades all too light in the sun. His lips are red when wet, white when chapped, and just begging for a kiss whenever he smiles.
His fingers are long and hard when they hold you still. And his tongue is an evil little thing, playing with you in ways that wound, whispering things that shouldn’t be.
And when he says your name against your neck, “…Seunghyun,” breathes it into your skin, you shiver in ways you never thought possible. Your fingers tangle into his hair, pull it for purchase. You almost want to hurt him as badly as he hurts you, and he’s fucking killing you right now.
But he’s a prince and you’re his servant; you just simply can’t do that.
So when he says “get on your knees” you do it. When he says “kiss me” you do it. “Fuck me” and you can’t even control yourself.
When he grabs the blade and hands it to you, you take it. And when he gives you that all knowing smirk, your heart aches because you know what’s coming.
“Goodbye” he says, eyes glinting in the warm sunlight, your beautiful prince.
And you take your leave.
Hawaiian Couple - Humming Urban Stereo ♫
The story of how Chaerin fell in love:
It’s quite simple actually.
Chaerin’s just always had this thing for odd people. She likes them weird and quirky and just slightly annoying.
And Seungri is just pretty much the epitome of that. He's a cocky asshole, but she kind of likes the way he gets under her skin. And if it weren’t for Jiyong claiming him as his own, then maybe Chaerin could have actually surprised everyone and turned out straight.
And then there’s Seungho in all of his eclectic colorful glory and weirdly adorably shaped head. He has a special place in her heart carved out just for him, and she’s not particularly sure why. Perhaps it’s his quiet confidence, because he could always wear whatever the fuck he wanted and still make it look vogue, or maybe it’s just his sheer awkwardness. Sometimes it’s so bad she can’t even tell if what he’s saying is an insult or a genuine compliment. He’s always been bad when it came to talking, so clothes and accessories were his words. And she’d admire him forever for that.
And then there’s Dara, and honestly, she’s as weird as they come. Chaerin doesn’t know anybody else who says their own commentary about their own lives. But it’s the middle of the night and Chaerin can hear her, her voice flitting across the hall, nagging about how hard it is to be TamTam’s mother and how the stuffed bunny has been too promiscuous lately. Aigoo. And she’s shrill and loud and easily excitable and hyper and so impossibly young looking and acting for someone nearly a decade older than her.
Dara is basically the opposite of everything Chaerin is, but somehow, they fit. Like a key to a lock.
Maybe it’s her pretty classic looks, her tomboyish style, or maybe it’s the way she always hums a soft sigh whenever they kiss.
Chaerin thinks it was only a matter of time until she fell for her. Dara always says otherwise, talks about how Chaerin was the one who seduced her. Chaerin lets her believe it, only waits until they’re alone at night together to prove her wrong.
Last Flowers - Radiohead ♫
“Life sure is funny, huh?” Jiyong says, his eyes heavy lidded, eyeliner smudging onto his cheeks. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and follows it with an equally long swig of his drink, rolling his eyes back into focus, locking them onto yours before he finally continues.
“So,” he says nonchalantly and it doesn’t sound like he’s faking it, “What brings you back to this shithole?” Another drag. "...after all these years?”
You.
It’s what you want to say, but instead all you can do is just furrow your brows in frustration, frown at the distracting dubstep music. Jiyong stares at you, amusement written all over his face as he takes in your pea coat and black slacks, an attempt to dress down, but apparently still too dressed up for this part of town.
“I…I missed…..”
“Wanna go somewhere quieter?” He motions a finger towards the exit, his glittering black nail polish catching your eye. “...outside?”
And you follow him, just like how you always used to. Jiyong grabs your hand, gives it a small squeeze out of habit and leads you past the inebriated crowd and out into the back alley behind the club. The door slams shut, engulfing the loud music behind it, and then silence.
He peaks at you, a small smile gracing his face, and you know him well enough to know it's more out of practice rather than genuineness. You take in his appearance, his bright blonde hair, his black ripped jeans, and his fur scarf that doesn’t uphold much to its purpose considering he’s only wearing a sheer mesh shirt underneath.
“Aren’t you cold?” is all you manage to say.
Jiyong lets out a hearty laugh at your silly question and you can’t help but blush. His gummy smile reminds you of when you were younger, of when Jiyong was still that brown haired little kid that lived a few houses down from yours, back when holding hands and messing around with a guy wasn’t so weird and didn’t have to mean so much.
“It’s been a while,” he says thoughtfully as he leans against the dirty brick wall, his breath coming out as steamed huffs in the chilly night air. “Just tell me, why are you here?”
You carefully consider your words before answering, shuffling a bit to keep warm and rid your restlessness, “I have neglected a few things.” His eyes glance up at you for the briefest second before setting back down onto the ground again. “...and I came to make amends.”
“Don’t you think it’s already a bit too late?” Jiyong's gaze never leaves the floor, he shifts his body back, just the slightest bit further away from you. “Besides, I’m sure so-successful you must have much better things to do than to waste your time with little-oh fucked up me,” he spits the words out harshly. But it seems to backfire, just a little; his eyes well up.
And you take the few steps forward so that you're right in front of him, hands cupped along his face, your thumbs lightly caressing his cheek. And instead of flinching or pushing your hands away like you anticipated, his fingers ghost over yours.
“God...I’ve missed you,” he mumbles against your neck. And his lips are on your skin, it's all too real, all too familiar. Your fingers find their place on his hips, grip tightening by the very second.
“You're fucking asshole...,” he chokes out and you can feel his tears seep into your scarf. His shoulders are shaking, and all you want to do is hold him, kiss him, make him warm, make him smile like you used to.
Just touch him.
But you don't, because he's not yours anymore. What right do you have?"
"I know... I'm sorry.... so sorry," is all you can manage to say.