We Could Be In Love Chapter 12
Title: We Could Be In Love Chapter 12
Author: kutunakal
Pairing: GTOP
Warning: none
Rating: G, PG-13
Summary: I suck at summaries, just read the story? ^^
A/N: Cross posted at AFF. All grammar mistakes and typos are mine. Enjoy!!
The wedding day came so fast Jiyong didn’t even realized. He was so happy seeing Hyeyoon happy. He didn’t love Hyeyoon, but he do adore her. She reminds him a lot of Dami. And he liked how Hyeyoon really loved Seunghyun. Almost everything they talked about was Seunghyun. If Seunghyun wasn’t her brother, Jiyong wouldn’t be surprised if this girl married Seunghyun instead.
Jiyong arrived at the Choi’s mansion early in the morning to get himself ready for the wedding. The make up team was doing Hyeyoon’s make up first, and he needed to wait for a while. He decided to wait in the family’s living room. It was rare for him to be here. He's been in this house a couple of time, but it was always the porch for some politeness reason, or the kitchen to eat and having a talk with Hyeyoon and her family. Minus Seunghyun of course.
He looked at the family pictures and smiled seeing how happy the family was. He had this warm feeling when he saw Seunghyun’s smile and his laugh in every picture. He missed them. He missed him. He never saw that smile since forever, and he missed it. It has been three months since Seunghyun moved out to the States. Jiyong really wanted to go after him, or at least call him. Yoochun and Jaejoong has been so kind for giving him Seunghyun’s address and phone number there. But the courage never come. Jiyong was so afraid he would get rejected. What if Seunghyun didn’t want to take his calls? What if he already had someone else there? Jiyong didn’t want to take a chance. Jiyong heard from Hyeyoon that Seunghyun is doing really well there. He was a little worried when Hyeyoon told him that the last time the siblings Skyped, Seunghyun looked a lot thinner and sleep deprived, but Hyeyoon who saw the worry in Jiyong’s eye told him that Seunghyun will be okay. He’s a tough guy. Ji wondered if Seunghyun’s going to be home for his sister’s wedding with Jiyong? He should be, Jiyong lughed at his silly thoughts. It’s his sister anyway.
The young man continued to laughed at Seunghyun’s childhood picture. He was a cute boy. He wanted to see him this cute again. He wante.. wait, Jiyong thought. A strange feeling gushed through Jiyong’s body. He knew this picture. Wasn’t this the picture TOP sent to him? Jiyong leaned his body forward to examine the picture better. He cursed himself for not bringing the picture. He already put everything TOP has ever sent him in a box, which he kept in the furthest part of his closet, and his heart. Jiyong felt his legs weakend, and quickly move to the sofa to sit down.
No no, this isn’t happening, Jiyong thought. He leaned back to the cushions stll with opened mouth and a shock face. This couldn’t be real. He was just seeing wrong. They just look exactly the same. This couldn’t be.
“Oh, Jiyong-ah, what’s the matter?” Mrs. Choi came in and seeing Jiyong in that state, pale and just utterly shock, she sound worried. “Are you okay?”
Jiyong jumped a little when he heard her. He closed his mouth, flashing her a fake smile. “I’m okay, Ommoni. I.. I'm just a little sleepy.”
The smile Mrs. Choi gave him reminded him a lot of Seunghyun, and he missed him more. “You must be. This week has been so hectic and tiring. Come with me, boy, you can rest in Seunghyun’s old room,” she gestured him to follow her. Jiyong wanted to refuse her, but on the other side, he wanted to see Seunghyun’s room. He was never invited to Seunghyun’s apartement, and he really wanted to see how his room looked like. They say a room reflected their owner’s personality.
He thanked Seunghyun’s mother as she left him to rest there. Jiyong inspected the room immediately. He didn’t open any drawers or his closets because Jiyong believe every person has his own privacy and he should respect Seunghyun’s. So he just looked at his books, his CD collection, and he smiled knowing tehy really do have the same taste in usic. But what made him almost fell down was the picture of Seunghyun beside his desktop.
There stood a picture in a frame, a very familiar picture Jiyong knew he’d seen it before. The one he saw before was covered with drawings of flowers and hearts and other random stuff, but he couldn’t be wrong. The smile, the jawline, the eyebrow. The trademark eyebrow he remember a lot from the picture. It was Seunghyun. Jiyong’s heart pounded as he carefully opened the drawers in the room. Nothing he recognize, nothing indicates Seunghyun was Jiyong’s penpal. But when he opened Seunghyun’s closet, he found the picture he sent him, the picture of Jiyong at a recreation day with his school. So TOP really was Seunghyun. Seunghyun had it glued behind his closet door. There was a red circle on the picture, right on Jiyong’s head and there’s the rough writing he was familiar with saying ‘my Jiyong, my Dragon!’. Jiyong stepped back when he realized what this means. How long.. had Seunghyun knew Jiyong was Dragon? He then remembered the phonecall he had with TOP when they were supposed to meet. “I love you, Kwon Jiyong.”
Jiyong fell down on his knees when he felt like he was to weak to stand on his feet. And that’s when he found the box, with DRAGON in big blue letters on the front of it, hidden between Seunghyun’s shoes. Jiyong apologized to whoever could heard him for disrespecting Seunghyun’s privacy and looking through his stuff, but he needed to know. What he saw made him cry.
My name is Dragon, I’m one of the guest from the radio show you called a couple of days ago. Yes, I was the one asking for your phone number..
Because it doesn’t feel good, being different. But the way you see it, I could try to see it your way.
I tried to, it was hard, but what you said was true. The biggest challange was ourselves, and our own definition of different. ....... Send me a picture of you, how could I know if you’re not a big, fat, old, perverted man?
Now Jiyong knows why TOP was angry in the reply. He told Jiyong not to use the word fat to insult someone, because sometimes a simple word can change someone’s life, and a simple word like fat as an insult could be very mean to a lot of people. Jiyong remembered the first meeting with Seunghyun at the galbi restaurant, where Seunghyun told him about his past. How he used to be fat. How he used to be bullied by his friends and seniors. How he still had those insecurities anytime a person called him fat, or told him he gained weight. It all make sense now. Jiyong’s tears were falling harder when he read all the letters. He wrote all of it.
Hey, maybe we can work together one day? We can colaborate and make a duo team. TOP-Dragon. The TOP Dragon. Doesn’t it sound cool?
Hey, Pimp, do you believe in love? I mean, you said you had thought you loved someone before, and you haven’t got any relationship worth to call was based on love, but do you believe in it? Do you believe in love? Do you think you’ll ever find it? And can you help me, do you think it’s possible to love two person at once, even if you have never met this person, and you feel like you know the other one but you actually just met him?
Jiyong chocked on his sob at that letter. He felt so stupid. He felt so so stupid for asking the question. Yoochun was right. It’s not possible to love two person at once. How could he be so stupid? The similiarity of their voice, the silliness, the eyebrow, the singing in a bestfriend’s wedding thing; how could he be so stupid?
And then he remembered the lyrics. The lyrics he sent TOP when the man asked him to show some of his skills. Jiyong looked till the bottom of the box but he didn’t found it. Where was it? Where’s that paper? Where-
“What do you think you are doing, Kwon Jiyong?”
Jiyong snapped his head to the door when he heard the rumbling voice he knew very well. Shit. Seunghyun. And Hyeyoon.
Author: kutunakal
Pairing: GTOP
Warning: none
Rating: G, PG-13
Summary: I suck at summaries, just read the story? ^^
A/N: Cross posted at AFF. All grammar mistakes and typos are mine. Enjoy!!
The wedding day came so fast Jiyong didn’t even realized. He was so happy seeing Hyeyoon happy. He didn’t love Hyeyoon, but he do adore her. She reminds him a lot of Dami. And he liked how Hyeyoon really loved Seunghyun. Almost everything they talked about was Seunghyun. If Seunghyun wasn’t her brother, Jiyong wouldn’t be surprised if this girl married Seunghyun instead.
Jiyong arrived at the Choi’s mansion early in the morning to get himself ready for the wedding. The make up team was doing Hyeyoon’s make up first, and he needed to wait for a while. He decided to wait in the family’s living room. It was rare for him to be here. He's been in this house a couple of time, but it was always the porch for some politeness reason, or the kitchen to eat and having a talk with Hyeyoon and her family. Minus Seunghyun of course.
He looked at the family pictures and smiled seeing how happy the family was. He had this warm feeling when he saw Seunghyun’s smile and his laugh in every picture. He missed them. He missed him. He never saw that smile since forever, and he missed it. It has been three months since Seunghyun moved out to the States. Jiyong really wanted to go after him, or at least call him. Yoochun and Jaejoong has been so kind for giving him Seunghyun’s address and phone number there. But the courage never come. Jiyong was so afraid he would get rejected. What if Seunghyun didn’t want to take his calls? What if he already had someone else there? Jiyong didn’t want to take a chance. Jiyong heard from Hyeyoon that Seunghyun is doing really well there. He was a little worried when Hyeyoon told him that the last time the siblings Skyped, Seunghyun looked a lot thinner and sleep deprived, but Hyeyoon who saw the worry in Jiyong’s eye told him that Seunghyun will be okay. He’s a tough guy. Ji wondered if Seunghyun’s going to be home for his sister’s wedding with Jiyong? He should be, Jiyong lughed at his silly thoughts. It’s his sister anyway.
The young man continued to laughed at Seunghyun’s childhood picture. He was a cute boy. He wanted to see him this cute again. He wante.. wait, Jiyong thought. A strange feeling gushed through Jiyong’s body. He knew this picture. Wasn’t this the picture TOP sent to him? Jiyong leaned his body forward to examine the picture better. He cursed himself for not bringing the picture. He already put everything TOP has ever sent him in a box, which he kept in the furthest part of his closet, and his heart. Jiyong felt his legs weakend, and quickly move to the sofa to sit down.
No no, this isn’t happening, Jiyong thought. He leaned back to the cushions stll with opened mouth and a shock face. This couldn’t be real. He was just seeing wrong. They just look exactly the same. This couldn’t be.
“Oh, Jiyong-ah, what’s the matter?” Mrs. Choi came in and seeing Jiyong in that state, pale and just utterly shock, she sound worried. “Are you okay?”
Jiyong jumped a little when he heard her. He closed his mouth, flashing her a fake smile. “I’m okay, Ommoni. I.. I'm just a little sleepy.”
The smile Mrs. Choi gave him reminded him a lot of Seunghyun, and he missed him more. “You must be. This week has been so hectic and tiring. Come with me, boy, you can rest in Seunghyun’s old room,” she gestured him to follow her. Jiyong wanted to refuse her, but on the other side, he wanted to see Seunghyun’s room. He was never invited to Seunghyun’s apartement, and he really wanted to see how his room looked like. They say a room reflected their owner’s personality.
He thanked Seunghyun’s mother as she left him to rest there. Jiyong inspected the room immediately. He didn’t open any drawers or his closets because Jiyong believe every person has his own privacy and he should respect Seunghyun’s. So he just looked at his books, his CD collection, and he smiled knowing tehy really do have the same taste in usic. But what made him almost fell down was the picture of Seunghyun beside his desktop.
There stood a picture in a frame, a very familiar picture Jiyong knew he’d seen it before. The one he saw before was covered with drawings of flowers and hearts and other random stuff, but he couldn’t be wrong. The smile, the jawline, the eyebrow. The trademark eyebrow he remember a lot from the picture. It was Seunghyun. Jiyong’s heart pounded as he carefully opened the drawers in the room. Nothing he recognize, nothing indicates Seunghyun was Jiyong’s penpal. But when he opened Seunghyun’s closet, he found the picture he sent him, the picture of Jiyong at a recreation day with his school. So TOP really was Seunghyun. Seunghyun had it glued behind his closet door. There was a red circle on the picture, right on Jiyong’s head and there’s the rough writing he was familiar with saying ‘my Jiyong, my Dragon!’. Jiyong stepped back when he realized what this means. How long.. had Seunghyun knew Jiyong was Dragon? He then remembered the phonecall he had with TOP when they were supposed to meet. “I love you, Kwon Jiyong.”
Jiyong fell down on his knees when he felt like he was to weak to stand on his feet. And that’s when he found the box, with DRAGON in big blue letters on the front of it, hidden between Seunghyun’s shoes. Jiyong apologized to whoever could heard him for disrespecting Seunghyun’s privacy and looking through his stuff, but he needed to know. What he saw made him cry.
My name is Dragon, I’m one of the guest from the radio show you called a couple of days ago. Yes, I was the one asking for your phone number..
Because it doesn’t feel good, being different. But the way you see it, I could try to see it your way.
I tried to, it was hard, but what you said was true. The biggest challange was ourselves, and our own definition of different. ....... Send me a picture of you, how could I know if you’re not a big, fat, old, perverted man?
Now Jiyong knows why TOP was angry in the reply. He told Jiyong not to use the word fat to insult someone, because sometimes a simple word can change someone’s life, and a simple word like fat as an insult could be very mean to a lot of people. Jiyong remembered the first meeting with Seunghyun at the galbi restaurant, where Seunghyun told him about his past. How he used to be fat. How he used to be bullied by his friends and seniors. How he still had those insecurities anytime a person called him fat, or told him he gained weight. It all make sense now. Jiyong’s tears were falling harder when he read all the letters. He wrote all of it.
Hey, maybe we can work together one day? We can colaborate and make a duo team. TOP-Dragon. The TOP Dragon. Doesn’t it sound cool?
Hey, Pimp, do you believe in love? I mean, you said you had thought you loved someone before, and you haven’t got any relationship worth to call was based on love, but do you believe in it? Do you believe in love? Do you think you’ll ever find it? And can you help me, do you think it’s possible to love two person at once, even if you have never met this person, and you feel like you know the other one but you actually just met him?
Jiyong chocked on his sob at that letter. He felt so stupid. He felt so so stupid for asking the question. Yoochun was right. It’s not possible to love two person at once. How could he be so stupid? The similiarity of their voice, the silliness, the eyebrow, the singing in a bestfriend’s wedding thing; how could he be so stupid?
And then he remembered the lyrics. The lyrics he sent TOP when the man asked him to show some of his skills. Jiyong looked till the bottom of the box but he didn’t found it. Where was it? Where’s that paper? Where-
“What do you think you are doing, Kwon Jiyong?”
Jiyong snapped his head to the door when he heard the rumbling voice he knew very well. Shit. Seunghyun. And Hyeyoon.