itunes shuffle meme
Pairing: gd/top
Rating: pg to pg-13
A/N: May have cheated a bit by listening to a song once or twice more.
Oh Yeah (DXSturt Remix) - GD&TOP feat. Park Bom ♫
The initial sip burned. Like hell. But after a few, couple, dozen, it went down as easy as water.
And then lights and colors and God he felt so fucking hot. Like his stomach was on fire, spewing pure energy from the inside out, making Jiyong want to bounce and thrash his head from side to side. And he didn’t even like the song.
Familiar warm arms wrapped themselves around his slim waist, and Jiyong turned his body in their confines to come face to face with him. High as hell, pupils dilated, Seunghyun yelled something across the music and Jiyong could only catch the second half of it. Something…something…fucking beautiful.
Face slicked with sweat and bangs matted against his forehead, Jiyong could only manage to laugh as Seunghyun cupped his flushed cheeks between his palms. He slurred something again, too smashed to realize he wasn’t making sense. Something…Iwannagorgeousfucker.
This time Jiyong responded by leaning forward, sliding his tongue against Seunghyun’s and slowly trailing his hand down to grope the other’s already hard bulge.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jiyong breathed feverishly as soon as they parted. He grabbed Seunghyun’s hand and led them through the crowds and out of the club, hoping that the sensations from his first time experience with alcohol would replicate into other areas.
Comptine d'un autre été : L'après-midi - Yann Tiersen ♫
The neighbors always complained that they were too loud, and never for the right reasons.
Jiyong had a quick temper, often starting fights over little details that only Jiyong could notice. The small white lies, the petty messes, the shorter kisses. His paranoid and critical mind blew everything out of proportion, and Seunghyun, he fed off of it.
Seunghyun had a violent temper, and was stubborn and brash, and found out quickly that the easiest way to make a point was to slam something against the wall.
They weren’t meant to last, and so they didn’t. And the neighbors were significantly happier.
But even after all these years of break-ups and get-back-togethers, their phone conversations were still the same.
“…”
“…I’m sorry.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“…Do you still love me?”
“…You’re a fucking idiot.”
“……”
“Of course I do.”
They weren’t meant to last. Too bad they were too stubborn to realize it.
Poor neighbors.
Summertime - My Chemical Romance ♫
Seunghyun doesn’t know what to make of him.
He’s all skinny limbs and chocolate dyed too long hair. He wears a faded jean jacket over faded jeans, both so ripped, exposing his milky skin underneath, that he might as not wear them at all. His bony fingers are adorned with so many metallic shiny rings they seem to weigh his slender arms down. And etched on his forearms and shoulder in black ink are foreign words, too cryptic for the Korean kids to understand.
The boys stay away, not wanting the fag to get any ideas and think they like him. And the girls, they’re too entranced and too jealous to even decide.
Strange, the other teens call him.
But it’s Seunghyun who takes the chance, and discovers that all beautiful things are.
Rating: pg to pg-13
A/N: May have cheated a bit by listening to a song once or twice more.
Oh Yeah (DXSturt Remix) - GD&TOP feat. Park Bom ♫
The initial sip burned. Like hell. But after a few, couple, dozen, it went down as easy as water.
And then lights and colors and God he felt so fucking hot. Like his stomach was on fire, spewing pure energy from the inside out, making Jiyong want to bounce and thrash his head from side to side. And he didn’t even like the song.
Familiar warm arms wrapped themselves around his slim waist, and Jiyong turned his body in their confines to come face to face with him. High as hell, pupils dilated, Seunghyun yelled something across the music and Jiyong could only catch the second half of it. Something…something…fucking beautiful.
Face slicked with sweat and bangs matted against his forehead, Jiyong could only manage to laugh as Seunghyun cupped his flushed cheeks between his palms. He slurred something again, too smashed to realize he wasn’t making sense. Something…Iwannagorgeousfucker.
This time Jiyong responded by leaning forward, sliding his tongue against Seunghyun’s and slowly trailing his hand down to grope the other’s already hard bulge.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jiyong breathed feverishly as soon as they parted. He grabbed Seunghyun’s hand and led them through the crowds and out of the club, hoping that the sensations from his first time experience with alcohol would replicate into other areas.
Comptine d'un autre été : L'après-midi - Yann Tiersen ♫
The neighbors always complained that they were too loud, and never for the right reasons.
Jiyong had a quick temper, often starting fights over little details that only Jiyong could notice. The small white lies, the petty messes, the shorter kisses. His paranoid and critical mind blew everything out of proportion, and Seunghyun, he fed off of it.
Seunghyun had a violent temper, and was stubborn and brash, and found out quickly that the easiest way to make a point was to slam something against the wall.
They weren’t meant to last, and so they didn’t. And the neighbors were significantly happier.
But even after all these years of break-ups and get-back-togethers, their phone conversations were still the same.
“…”
“…I’m sorry.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“…Do you still love me?”
“…You’re a fucking idiot.”
“……”
“Of course I do.”
They weren’t meant to last. Too bad they were too stubborn to realize it.
Poor neighbors.
Summertime - My Chemical Romance ♫
Seunghyun doesn’t know what to make of him.
He’s all skinny limbs and chocolate dyed too long hair. He wears a faded jean jacket over faded jeans, both so ripped, exposing his milky skin underneath, that he might as not wear them at all. His bony fingers are adorned with so many metallic shiny rings they seem to weigh his slender arms down. And etched on his forearms and shoulder in black ink are foreign words, too cryptic for the Korean kids to understand.
The boys stay away, not wanting the fag to get any ideas and think they like him. And the girls, they’re too entranced and too jealous to even decide.
Strange, the other teens call him.
But it’s Seunghyun who takes the chance, and discovers that all beautiful things are.