[drabble] nothing can turn the sun back around
nothing can turn the sun back around
rating: pg, or idk
pairing: top/seungri
summary: seunghyun is all cigarette smoke and crooked fingers and running away and seungri is only coughing it up and punching reality in the face if he has to.
word count: 756
comments: so apparently breaking a writer's block makes a lot of bottled up words come back up fast, lmao. more big bang fic yaaay! idk about this too but it's a lot better than my past fiascos in this fandom, imo. i still like my dysfunctional GTOP better though. also I WROTE NON-AU WTF
tell yourself to be myself now
put myself to be yourself just be yourself
take me out to take you out
today, you and me, together start a new
tell yourself - clazziquai project
Seunghyun is all cigarette smoke and crooked fingers and running away and Seungri is only coughing it up and punching reality in the face if he has to. They could both go off and name every single thing that can prove that sharing a name is the only thing that makes them similar, and in a matter of seconds. The first thing Seungri would point out is that he can stare at the ceiling and the fan turning for hours if there’s something that needs to be settled in his head, while Seunghyun’s idea of overcoming one of his many quarter-life crises involves a speeding car, close to an entire pack of cigarettes and Seungri wanting to die in the passenger seat.
“You know what I hate the most about you?” Seunghyun asks as he passes a billboard with his face on it. Seungri doesn’t answer, instead opens the window to try and let some of the smoke out. There’s a lot of coughing and prickly eyes.
“I really would rather have had you taking me to one of those wine bars you love and drinking your ass off, hyung,” he replies after a moment.
“Your total disregard for your own position as a human being is one, but the one that really drives me crazy is that everyone calls you Little Seunghyun and now I have to, too. And I don’t appreciate being called Big Seunghyun. At all.”
“At least we learned a lesson from the fatass incident.” He fiddles with the buttons of the radio, and finally finds one that plays something decent enough for the both of them.
“You want to die?”
“See, that’s exactly what I meant. And yes, please. Can’t we just go back home?’
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
Seungri falls back into his seat and Seunghyun takes the last drag from his cigarette. When he lets go of the steering wheel to light another, Seungri accidentally hits him in the nose because he flails a bit before grabbing it, and his hand gets burnt when Seunghyun drops the cigarette. There are a lot of curse words and blind driving until Seunghyun pulls into the nearest parking lot.
They both get out of the car, Seungri sucking on his burn while gingerly holding the freshly lit cigarette for Seunghyun, who throws his head back and pinches his nose to stop the bleeding.
“Um, hyung, actually-I heard you had to lean forward when your nose is bleeding so you don’t swallow all the...You know what, I’ll go get some tissues.”
“Oh, so you’re not completely useless?” Seunghyun moans, and he sounds a little less scary when his voice is muffled by his hand.
“Sorry,” Seungri says sheepishly after the faucet that was just Seunghyun’s nose has closed, not looking at him. “Not just for now.”
Seunghyun shifts his weight from one foot to another awkwardly. “Yeah. Me too.”
There’s a moment of silence. Seunghyun smokes, and Seungri coughs. “It can’t be good to smoke after that nosebleed, you know.”
“Okay, who’s the older one here? Fuck, you’re so annoying,” Seunghyun says, but throws the cigarette to the ground and crushes it with his foot anyway. He also flicks Seungri’s forehead, and begins snickering. The other looks at him quizzically for a moment, rubbing at his forehead until a laugh bubbles up in his throat.
“Hey, Little Seunghyun.”
“What?”
“I’ll try to hit you less from now on. And be a better hyung.”
Seungri smiles bright and it’s a little contagious. “Yeah, I can try to stop being so disrespectful and know my place, too.”
Seunghyun pats his head. There’s another moment where nothing happens and Seungri throws all his new resolve to hell and kisses Seunghyun. He’s the only one out of the both of them who’d have enough balls to do it, anyway.
“Let’s work hard together from now on, hyung,” he grins, and Seunghyun gives his shoulder a shove. “And I know you don’t mean that.”
Instead of yelling at them for coming back to the dorm along with the rising sun, the next day, Jiyong just stares at him as if they’d grown two heads each. They act like they have a collective mental age of twelve, Seunghyun’s punches become more and more frequent, and Seungri is still disrespectful and doesn’t watch his mouth, but only around Seunghyun now.
“What are you guys-oh, I give up,” Jiyong whines, throwing his hands up when the two of them just grin at him with the exact same expression.
rating: pg, or idk
pairing: top/seungri
summary: seunghyun is all cigarette smoke and crooked fingers and running away and seungri is only coughing it up and punching reality in the face if he has to.
word count: 756
comments: so apparently breaking a writer's block makes a lot of bottled up words come back up fast, lmao. more big bang fic yaaay! idk about this too but it's a lot better than my past fiascos in this fandom, imo. i still like my dysfunctional GTOP better though. also I WROTE NON-AU WTF
tell yourself to be myself now
put myself to be yourself just be yourself
take me out to take you out
today, you and me, together start a new
tell yourself - clazziquai project
Seunghyun is all cigarette smoke and crooked fingers and running away and Seungri is only coughing it up and punching reality in the face if he has to. They could both go off and name every single thing that can prove that sharing a name is the only thing that makes them similar, and in a matter of seconds. The first thing Seungri would point out is that he can stare at the ceiling and the fan turning for hours if there’s something that needs to be settled in his head, while Seunghyun’s idea of overcoming one of his many quarter-life crises involves a speeding car, close to an entire pack of cigarettes and Seungri wanting to die in the passenger seat.
“You know what I hate the most about you?” Seunghyun asks as he passes a billboard with his face on it. Seungri doesn’t answer, instead opens the window to try and let some of the smoke out. There’s a lot of coughing and prickly eyes.
“I really would rather have had you taking me to one of those wine bars you love and drinking your ass off, hyung,” he replies after a moment.
“Your total disregard for your own position as a human being is one, but the one that really drives me crazy is that everyone calls you Little Seunghyun and now I have to, too. And I don’t appreciate being called Big Seunghyun. At all.”
“At least we learned a lesson from the fatass incident.” He fiddles with the buttons of the radio, and finally finds one that plays something decent enough for the both of them.
“You want to die?”
“See, that’s exactly what I meant. And yes, please. Can’t we just go back home?’
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
Seungri falls back into his seat and Seunghyun takes the last drag from his cigarette. When he lets go of the steering wheel to light another, Seungri accidentally hits him in the nose because he flails a bit before grabbing it, and his hand gets burnt when Seunghyun drops the cigarette. There are a lot of curse words and blind driving until Seunghyun pulls into the nearest parking lot.
They both get out of the car, Seungri sucking on his burn while gingerly holding the freshly lit cigarette for Seunghyun, who throws his head back and pinches his nose to stop the bleeding.
“Um, hyung, actually-I heard you had to lean forward when your nose is bleeding so you don’t swallow all the...You know what, I’ll go get some tissues.”
“Oh, so you’re not completely useless?” Seunghyun moans, and he sounds a little less scary when his voice is muffled by his hand.
“Sorry,” Seungri says sheepishly after the faucet that was just Seunghyun’s nose has closed, not looking at him. “Not just for now.”
Seunghyun shifts his weight from one foot to another awkwardly. “Yeah. Me too.”
There’s a moment of silence. Seunghyun smokes, and Seungri coughs. “It can’t be good to smoke after that nosebleed, you know.”
“Okay, who’s the older one here? Fuck, you’re so annoying,” Seunghyun says, but throws the cigarette to the ground and crushes it with his foot anyway. He also flicks Seungri’s forehead, and begins snickering. The other looks at him quizzically for a moment, rubbing at his forehead until a laugh bubbles up in his throat.
“Hey, Little Seunghyun.”
“What?”
“I’ll try to hit you less from now on. And be a better hyung.”
Seungri smiles bright and it’s a little contagious. “Yeah, I can try to stop being so disrespectful and know my place, too.”
Seunghyun pats his head. There’s another moment where nothing happens and Seungri throws all his new resolve to hell and kisses Seunghyun. He’s the only one out of the both of them who’d have enough balls to do it, anyway.
“Let’s work hard together from now on, hyung,” he grins, and Seunghyun gives his shoulder a shove. “And I know you don’t mean that.”
Instead of yelling at them for coming back to the dorm along with the rising sun, the next day, Jiyong just stares at him as if they’d grown two heads each. They act like they have a collective mental age of twelve, Seunghyun’s punches become more and more frequent, and Seungri is still disrespectful and doesn’t watch his mouth, but only around Seunghyun now.
“What are you guys-oh, I give up,” Jiyong whines, throwing his hands up when the two of them just grin at him with the exact same expression.