Fanservice
Fanservice
by: xphantasm
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Pairings: None-ish? Or maybe GD/all? I seriously don’t know.
Summary: Jiyong is very serious about fanservice.
.:.
By the time Big Bang was about to debut, Seungri, Daesung, and Seunghyun had all figured out that Jiyong was abnormally touchy. Many times he would latch on to Seungri and squeeze him. Sometimes he would lean on Daesung for a short nap. Other times he would sling a casual arm over Seunghyun’s shoulders. Most of the time Jiyong liked to cuddle with Youngbae, who simply conformed himself to make Jiyong more comfortable.
They just didn’t expect him to do it on camera.
The first time he nearly kissed Seungri in front of a camera freaked out everyone except Youngbae. Seungri had avoided Jiyong for an impressive seven hours before blurting out, “Why the hell did you do that hyung?” while Daesung and Seunghyun were quietly debating the best way to ask Jiyong if he was gay without hurting his feelings.
“Do what?” Jiyong asked mildly fazed.
“That! That thing with your lips and crap!”
“Fanservice, duh.” Jiyong rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab some coffee milk from their fridge.
“What the hell is ‘fanservice’?” Seungri demanded, indignant with their leader’s blatant unconcern about the possibility of being perceived as “gay”.
“Tempo, Daesung, tell our maknae here what fanservice is. I’m turning in for the night.”
Seunghyun and Daesung shared a nervous look before cautiously stating, “We don’t know what you’re talking about either.”
“Ha. You guys are kidding, right? Don’t sweat it, it’s not like you have to lecture him on the birds and the bees again you know,” Jiyong turned to face them briefly and was about to continue before he noticed the blank look his bandmates were giving him, “…you guys seriously have no clue what I’m talking about do you.” He didn’t wait for their reply before he yelled, “Youngbae! Come here, quick! It’s a crisis!”
.:.
Five minutes later found the entire band seated on the living room couch with solemn expressions on their faces. After a long silence Jiyong finally muttered, “I can’t believe this.”
Youngbae put a comforting arm around Jiyong’s shoulders, “It’s not the end of the world you know. They’ll figure it out eventually.”
Jiyong stood up indignantly, “How the hell are we ever going to make it big if we don’t give fanservice! There’s an order for these kind of thing; it’s music, style, then fanservice! Youngbae, everyone knows these things.” He pouted at the other members, “How can you guys be so ignorant? Don’t you watch TV?” He was about to continue but Youngbae pulled him down and held him around his waist.
“The band will be fine. We’ll just do most of the shipping while they learn.”
“But how will they learn if they haven’t learned within the past 17 years?”
Youngbae took a thoughtful look on his face before breaking out into a smile, “You can teach them.”
Jiyong thought for a while before the most evil and mischievous smile broke out on his face, “Have I ever told you that I love you?”
Youngbae grinned and gave Jiyong an extra squeeze. “Everyday man. Everyday.” He stood up and went back to his room.
Jiyong turned to his neglected band members and stood up in an authoritative manner, “We’re meeting here after dinner tomorrow. Don’t even think about weaseling out.” He turned on his heel and left his band mates to digest this new information by themselves.
Finally Daesung managed out a quiet, “It’s not going to hurt, right?”
.:|:.
Seunghyun woke up the next day feeling significantly better than he had last night. He laid in his bed, indulging himself with some extra minutes of laziness. He sighed blissfully, basking in the warm sunlight and thinking about his day. They had an interview, a radio show, a dance lesson, a singing lesson, a rapping lesson, a Japanese lesson, a fanservice lesson, a -oh shit. Fanservice lesson. The thought of it killed his blissful morning. Seunghyun felt nothing but dread in the bottom of his stomach. There was no telling if Jiyong would get impatient and just move up their lesson to breakfast instead. He cuddled his pillow. Maybe he could just sleep the day away and not deal with any of this fanservice crap. He never had to do any when he performed at the club, so Jiyong must be having his male PMS. That’s all. It would all be over by next week. Comforted by this new logic, Seunghyun forced himself out of bed and towards the shower only to practically crash into Jiyong in the corridor.
He was about to head into the shower before he heard Jiyong yell at his back, “After dinner tonight, don’t even think about getting away.”
.:|:.
Seungri watched Jiyong cuddle Youngbae while Youngbae put a casual arm around Jiyong’s shoulders. They looked perfectly comfortable with the arrangement even in front of the camera. He watched, fascinated, as Jiyong seemed to burrow himself deeper into Youngbae’s side as Youngbae slid his arm down to Jiyong’s waist. He wondered if this was the all-important ‘fanservice’ Jiyong was so serious about. If he remembered correctly it came after…style? He really didn’t know. He switched his gaze to the reporter. She didn’t seem to be affected by the display. Was that a good sign or a bad sign? If she wasn’t affected, then who would be? And if no one was affected, then there was no reason to do this ‘fanservice’, right? But Jiyong knew more about the entertainment industry than Seunghyun-hyung, Daesung, and he did. So ‘fanservice’ must be somewhat important. Youngbae seemed to understand this concept as well. So Seungri, as the maknae and more inexperienced member should just listen to Jiyong-hyung. But…he didn’t like his logic. What if people called him gay?Korea was more lenient to transsexuals than gays. So if people thought he was gay then his future in the entertainment industry would be shot. So ultimately ‘fanservice’ was bad, right? But Jiyong-hyung said…
He groaned loudly. His brain decided it was over-thinking everything and decided to shutdown on him, leaving with a horrible headache and no answers to his dilemma. He put his face in his hands, looking every bit like a distressed person.
“Seungri-shi, is everything okay?” the reporter sounded surprised.
Seungri answered with a muffled, “yes,” without taking his face out of his hands. He vaguely heard Jiyong crack some obnoxious joke about their maknae’s strangeness. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't see Jiyong-hyung’s glare on him, even if he could feel it.
.:|:.
After dinner the entire band, sans Jiyong, relocated themselves into the living room. Youngbae seemed slightly amused while the others felt nothing but dread and apprehension like a heavy rock in their stomachs. Daesung looked around nervously, wondering where their leader had disappeared to. Come to think of it, no one had answered his question last night. That thought left him a bit more uncomfortable than he already was. He pondered the possible pains that could come from this process. Youngbae looked amused, and he wasn’t a sadist, so it shouldn’t hurt physically, at the very least. Maybe it was just an initiation thing everyone had to go through. Jiyong was just shocked because he had thought they were already initiated. He couldn’t continue this line of thought because Jiyong had suddenly reappeared and announced that they were all going to the studio for their first ‘lesson’.
Daesung stood up and followed the others into the van. How bad could it be?
.:|:.
Youngbae was enjoying the show. He hadn’t expected his band mates to react so strongly to Jiyong’s lecture. If he thought about it deeply, it was probably the fact that it was Jiyong had who exposed them to this foreign concept than the actual concept itself that had scared them. It made sense. Jiyong was special in his own way and it took time to get used to him. He gave a short bow to Perry, who looked confused with the band coming in so late at night.
“Hey, what are you brats doing here?”
Jiyong turned to Perry and grinned widely, “We’re giving these guys a lesson on fanservice. They seriously didn’t know what it was. Can you believe it?”
Perry looked vaguely amused, “I see. Teach them well, kid. I have some of Se7en's tapes if you wanna use them.”
Jiyong brightened up, “Really? We can use them? Youngbae, can you please~~ get them for me? You know it would help a lot.” He unleashed his puppy-dog pout on Youngbae.
Youngbae simply smiled, “Sure, we’re going to the dance practice room, right? I’ll meet you there,” and set off with Perry.
As he turned to leave the room after he got the tapes, Perry suddenly asked him, “Don’t you ever get mad with Jiyong’s bossiness?”
Youngbae turned back at Perry and grinned, “You get used to it, besides, did you see their faces? I should record this and post it on the internet when we get really famous.”
.:|TBC|:.
by: xphantasm
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Pairings: None-ish? Or maybe GD/all? I seriously don’t know.
Summary: Jiyong is very serious about fanservice.
.:.
By the time Big Bang was about to debut, Seungri, Daesung, and Seunghyun had all figured out that Jiyong was abnormally touchy. Many times he would latch on to Seungri and squeeze him. Sometimes he would lean on Daesung for a short nap. Other times he would sling a casual arm over Seunghyun’s shoulders. Most of the time Jiyong liked to cuddle with Youngbae, who simply conformed himself to make Jiyong more comfortable.
They just didn’t expect him to do it on camera.
The first time he nearly kissed Seungri in front of a camera freaked out everyone except Youngbae. Seungri had avoided Jiyong for an impressive seven hours before blurting out, “Why the hell did you do that hyung?” while Daesung and Seunghyun were quietly debating the best way to ask Jiyong if he was gay without hurting his feelings.
“Do what?” Jiyong asked mildly fazed.
“That! That thing with your lips and crap!”
“Fanservice, duh.” Jiyong rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab some coffee milk from their fridge.
“What the hell is ‘fanservice’?” Seungri demanded, indignant with their leader’s blatant unconcern about the possibility of being perceived as “gay”.
“Tempo, Daesung, tell our maknae here what fanservice is. I’m turning in for the night.”
Seunghyun and Daesung shared a nervous look before cautiously stating, “We don’t know what you’re talking about either.”
“Ha. You guys are kidding, right? Don’t sweat it, it’s not like you have to lecture him on the birds and the bees again you know,” Jiyong turned to face them briefly and was about to continue before he noticed the blank look his bandmates were giving him, “…you guys seriously have no clue what I’m talking about do you.” He didn’t wait for their reply before he yelled, “Youngbae! Come here, quick! It’s a crisis!”
.:.
Five minutes later found the entire band seated on the living room couch with solemn expressions on their faces. After a long silence Jiyong finally muttered, “I can’t believe this.”
Youngbae put a comforting arm around Jiyong’s shoulders, “It’s not the end of the world you know. They’ll figure it out eventually.”
Jiyong stood up indignantly, “How the hell are we ever going to make it big if we don’t give fanservice! There’s an order for these kind of thing; it’s music, style, then fanservice! Youngbae, everyone knows these things.” He pouted at the other members, “How can you guys be so ignorant? Don’t you watch TV?” He was about to continue but Youngbae pulled him down and held him around his waist.
“The band will be fine. We’ll just do most of the shipping while they learn.”
“But how will they learn if they haven’t learned within the past 17 years?”
Youngbae took a thoughtful look on his face before breaking out into a smile, “You can teach them.”
Jiyong thought for a while before the most evil and mischievous smile broke out on his face, “Have I ever told you that I love you?”
Youngbae grinned and gave Jiyong an extra squeeze. “Everyday man. Everyday.” He stood up and went back to his room.
Jiyong turned to his neglected band members and stood up in an authoritative manner, “We’re meeting here after dinner tomorrow. Don’t even think about weaseling out.” He turned on his heel and left his band mates to digest this new information by themselves.
Finally Daesung managed out a quiet, “It’s not going to hurt, right?”
.:|:.
Seunghyun woke up the next day feeling significantly better than he had last night. He laid in his bed, indulging himself with some extra minutes of laziness. He sighed blissfully, basking in the warm sunlight and thinking about his day. They had an interview, a radio show, a dance lesson, a singing lesson, a rapping lesson, a Japanese lesson, a fanservice lesson, a -oh shit. Fanservice lesson. The thought of it killed his blissful morning. Seunghyun felt nothing but dread in the bottom of his stomach. There was no telling if Jiyong would get impatient and just move up their lesson to breakfast instead. He cuddled his pillow. Maybe he could just sleep the day away and not deal with any of this fanservice crap. He never had to do any when he performed at the club, so Jiyong must be having his male PMS. That’s all. It would all be over by next week. Comforted by this new logic, Seunghyun forced himself out of bed and towards the shower only to practically crash into Jiyong in the corridor.
He was about to head into the shower before he heard Jiyong yell at his back, “After dinner tonight, don’t even think about getting away.”
.:|:.
Seungri watched Jiyong cuddle Youngbae while Youngbae put a casual arm around Jiyong’s shoulders. They looked perfectly comfortable with the arrangement even in front of the camera. He watched, fascinated, as Jiyong seemed to burrow himself deeper into Youngbae’s side as Youngbae slid his arm down to Jiyong’s waist. He wondered if this was the all-important ‘fanservice’ Jiyong was so serious about. If he remembered correctly it came after…style? He really didn’t know. He switched his gaze to the reporter. She didn’t seem to be affected by the display. Was that a good sign or a bad sign? If she wasn’t affected, then who would be? And if no one was affected, then there was no reason to do this ‘fanservice’, right? But Jiyong knew more about the entertainment industry than Seunghyun-hyung, Daesung, and he did. So ‘fanservice’ must be somewhat important. Youngbae seemed to understand this concept as well. So Seungri, as the maknae and more inexperienced member should just listen to Jiyong-hyung. But…he didn’t like his logic. What if people called him gay?Korea was more lenient to transsexuals than gays. So if people thought he was gay then his future in the entertainment industry would be shot. So ultimately ‘fanservice’ was bad, right? But Jiyong-hyung said…
He groaned loudly. His brain decided it was over-thinking everything and decided to shutdown on him, leaving with a horrible headache and no answers to his dilemma. He put his face in his hands, looking every bit like a distressed person.
“Seungri-shi, is everything okay?” the reporter sounded surprised.
Seungri answered with a muffled, “yes,” without taking his face out of his hands. He vaguely heard Jiyong crack some obnoxious joke about their maknae’s strangeness. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't see Jiyong-hyung’s glare on him, even if he could feel it.
.:|:.
After dinner the entire band, sans Jiyong, relocated themselves into the living room. Youngbae seemed slightly amused while the others felt nothing but dread and apprehension like a heavy rock in their stomachs. Daesung looked around nervously, wondering where their leader had disappeared to. Come to think of it, no one had answered his question last night. That thought left him a bit more uncomfortable than he already was. He pondered the possible pains that could come from this process. Youngbae looked amused, and he wasn’t a sadist, so it shouldn’t hurt physically, at the very least. Maybe it was just an initiation thing everyone had to go through. Jiyong was just shocked because he had thought they were already initiated. He couldn’t continue this line of thought because Jiyong had suddenly reappeared and announced that they were all going to the studio for their first ‘lesson’.
Daesung stood up and followed the others into the van. How bad could it be?
.:|:.
Youngbae was enjoying the show. He hadn’t expected his band mates to react so strongly to Jiyong’s lecture. If he thought about it deeply, it was probably the fact that it was Jiyong had who exposed them to this foreign concept than the actual concept itself that had scared them. It made sense. Jiyong was special in his own way and it took time to get used to him. He gave a short bow to Perry, who looked confused with the band coming in so late at night.
“Hey, what are you brats doing here?”
Jiyong turned to Perry and grinned widely, “We’re giving these guys a lesson on fanservice. They seriously didn’t know what it was. Can you believe it?”
Perry looked vaguely amused, “I see. Teach them well, kid. I have some of Se7en's tapes if you wanna use them.”
Jiyong brightened up, “Really? We can use them? Youngbae, can you please~~ get them for me? You know it would help a lot.” He unleashed his puppy-dog pout on Youngbae.
Youngbae simply smiled, “Sure, we’re going to the dance practice room, right? I’ll meet you there,” and set off with Perry.
As he turned to leave the room after he got the tapes, Perry suddenly asked him, “Don’t you ever get mad with Jiyong’s bossiness?”
Youngbae turned back at Perry and grinned, “You get used to it, besides, did you see their faces? I should record this and post it on the internet when we get really famous.”
.:|TBC|:.