Memories of the future
Title: Memories of the future
Fandom: Big Bang (AU)
Pairing: Seungri / Jiyong
Rating: PG
Word count: 446
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction
Summary: The apartment didn't smell like home anymore and he couldn't say he felt sad leaving it.
The air conditioning was humming faintly, not yet shut off. Seungri eyed the almost empty apartment for one more thing to be stuffed into the already overloaded little car down on the street. He was almost late for work and his boss didn't like waiting. Jiyong would have to come back later to pick up the last things.
"Come on, Seungri! Didn't you have to leave?" Jiyong called from down the stairs. "You can sulk later!"
Seungri smiled. He wasn't sulking. The apartment didn't smell like home anymore and he couldn't say he felt sad leaving it, although it had been his first own home. For one last time, he looked around in the small room and the kitchenette, full of memories of crammed parties and late night study sessions with Youngbae. He remembered Jiyong hitting his head against the counter top, that one time when they had tried to copy some ridiculous dance steps from some music video. He remembered sleepless nights, not wanting to admit he missed his mother. And that one first kiss that had brought him to this moment.
He grabbed one of the smaller boxes from the floor, shut off the air conditioning and closed the door behind him. Jiyongs smile grew so big and radiant it was almost blinding when he saw Seungri coming into sight.
"What do you want to eat for dinner?" Jiyong asked, looking up at him, car keys in hand. "I'll cook you anything you want, I'll even have it on the table when you get back from work." His words were almost shy. It wasn't the first time he had asked that question, but this was different.
Seungris breath hitched a little when looking at the older man. Jiyongs cheeks were red from running up and down the stairs, the tank top had gotten a few stains of rust. Probably from leaning against his not-so-new car while arranging Seungris bags and boxes. More than once he had laughed and thanked his Tetris obsession as a child. His shorts hanged loosely around his hips. All dressed in white, Jiyongs skin looked very much like chocolate. Seungri walked down the stairs to where he stood, wrapped his free arm around his waist and gave him a lingering kiss.
"Anything is fine", he answered against his lips. “I'll buy something nice to drink.”
Despite the early morning, thick summer heat was breezing in trough the open front door, caressing the skin on their bare arms and calves. For a few seconds they just stood there, Jiyong leaning into his embrace, before heading out into the sunshine, towards the car, towards new memories.
Seungri was definitely not sulking.