The time, a void
Title: The time, a void
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: Seungri / Jiyong
Rating: PG
Word count: 630
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction
Summary: In which Seungri and Jiyong maybe are too alike to notice.
A/N: For oxygenlove because she asked me to write G-ri and because this is kind of inspired by her drabbles about future. Written while listening to this awesome song.
A heavy rain in the middle of the summer, hammering on the window. Seungris thinks about how the wet grass will feel under his naked feet when the evening sun will chase the clouds away. It won't have the time to dry the earth before the night falls. Time doesn't wait like he does.
He opens the window. The water from the sky is warm. He smiles and the raindrops paint streaks on his cheeks. There is nothing but asphalt outside.
He goes out and walks along the crowded street, almost gets his eyes pierced by umbrellas held by much shorter women. No one recognizes him but a middle aged businessman who asks for an autograph for his daughter. Seungris smile doesn't reach his eyes when he asks for her name and the man gets embarrassed and tucks the signed paper without hearts and curls on it into his pocket and apologizes for taking up his time. Again, he is alone, the man and his daughters name forgotten before he has taken a step. The rain doesn't stop and when he reaches home he is soaked. Daesung gives him a well rehearsed smile and hands him a towel that he drops on the living room floor when Jiyong rushes past him on his way out, eyes fixed on his cellphone.
***
Seunghyun is in a good mood and jokes about all the crazy things they have done trough the years. Jiyong asks if he remembers that time when they wanted to run away, leave everything and just drive. They never did and Jiyongs smile falters when he, too late, remembers that it was Seungri who had told on them. The younger doesn't meet his eyes and Jiyong doesn't reach his arm out to hold him like he wants to. There was a time for that, it is not now and time doesn't wait and opportunities are missed. A floating memory of brief touches and faint laughter lingers in the air, tainted by something they don't know how to understand.
***
It's not like it used to be. The magnae isn't new in the game anymore, the world is still at his feet but in the gray periphery, the routine is shivering, closing in. It could never become a matter of routine, he had told himself. His confidence had fooled him to go there anyway. Now he is stalling, the others still moving forward, away from him.
***
The keyboard in their living room hasn't been used for a while. His fingers run over the keys, leaving white marks in the thin layer of dust. Seungri plays tentative, trying his way to a melody almost creating itself.
Hours later Jiyong is still sitting on the floor inside his room with his door slightly ajar, longing for more, feeling stuck. He could never make that perfect melody fit into his music and he knows he is left behind. Memories, faces and words are floating by, passing through him. They flicker and he doesn't understand why they have to fade.
***
Seungri closes his eyes and throws Jiyongs cellphone out the window, it shatters to the ground far below. There is no rain to hide his tearstreaked cheeks.
The older sighs but doesn't get angry. "Your mind is lightyears ahead of us, but you have no mirror to see it in. None of us can mirror you." It's unexpected, a glass of warm water when its supposed to be cold, awakens something in him.
"Maybe we should give the running away another try?" Seungri says. He blinks at his own words, their eyes meet and Jiyong reaches out to hold him, like he always does, did.
Time: A void, then a smile and a skipped heartbeat. It starts over. The same but different.