[ONESHOT] TWO DRABBLES
Title: La Ville-Lumière
Pairing: CL/Seungri
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot/Drabble
With a baby tee that shows her navel and clad with only her favorite black lace underwear for the bottom part of her body, she walked comfortably but stealthily outside the bathroom with shoulders arched way up high that almost seemed to reach out to both her ears, and her legs sliding up, leveling to her stomach before planting her toes on the wooden board as she moved forward-she was tiptoeing her way to the closet room. She saw Seungri on the bed from the corner of her eyes; the guy was dressed in grey wife beater and flashing leopard boxers, a towel wrapped clumsily on his recently dyed hair. She stopped mid-way.
“You’re not honestly wearing that?” she said to him incredulously.
He arched a brow. “What?” He looked at his self for a while before glancing up back to her, “This is high fashion,” he said with his trademark smug look.
“God,” Chaerin said flatly, bringing a hand to the bridge of her nose to pinch it.
Seungri wasn’t sure which of the two he enjoys more, dressing comfortably, or driving her mad with his ‘unique’ fashion sense (he wasn’t that vocal about his frustrations to her choice of garments though, however, he never found it scandalous as many netizens so have pointed out in the past, what his real problem was that it always hugged her body so fittingly well that men around her find it hard to resist not to look at her and ogle at her and that there were those times that there were just too many zippers, studs, sequins, and even jewelries stuck on it hurting him in various occasions he tried to tackle her or pull her in a surprise embrace or if he just want them to cuddle-really, what’s a man got to do?), nevertheless he just shrugged his shoulders and threw to her what seemed to be a ragged piece of clothing, though startled, she caught what seemed to be flying trousers suspended in the air efficiently with her left hand-upon closer look, it was Chaerin’s favorite baggy pants that her mother bought for her at a thrift market on some occasion she couldn’t remember what. She didn’t try remembering it for there was a law (she remembered though it was kind of ironic) that stated that the harder she tried to remember something, the less likely it is that she’ll be able to recall it, a lesson her father so willingly drilled in her young mind back when she was about to set a solo trip to the grand foreign city of love and lights. She had found the place untidy, cold, and has urine-stench subways (she shuddered at how her young self had been naïve and unappreciative before) and at the tender age of fourteen, she confessed to her father that her little adventure was not fun at all.
Snatching her away from her thoughts, Seungri talked to her, “Washed and iron-pressed by my own hands, that one.” There was a lopsided-childish grin on his lips then.
Chaerin gave him her impish smile as she quip words of appreciation. “What a dear househelp.” She put on her pants with so much delight akin to a kid enjoying her Christmas present. She caught him looking at her with a teasing smile so she placed her hand on her hips and asked, “What’s the look for?”
“So sexy~” he said to her as he swayed and clapped his hands in a soundless manner reminiscent of a popular move from his title song ‘Strong Baby’ (Crack, crack, crack!), the guy laughed at himself for acting silly. He then tucked both of his hands under his chin, “I was thinking how pleasant a scene was on my eyes a while ago and that I’d love to dress you up.”
Chaerin rolled her eyes and she stuck her tongue out to him, “Too bad, huh?”
“On second thought,” a mischievous glint flashed into his dark orbs, “Why don’t I just undress you?” Seungri let out a chuckle as he rose from the bed, chugging out the clammy towel on his head.
“We’re not doing that!” Chaerin moved from her spot as he watched him approach her with a light gait. Soap, fresh meadow grass, and manly cologne was swirling its way to her nose. She stubbornly disregarded the flutter that came and she tried so hard to ignore the unusual way she breathed him in as she caught a whiff of his scent.
“Why not? Why not?” he whined like a child.
“Just because-” she stretched both of her arms in front of her body in defense.
“But I’m deprive-” the guy almost stomped his feet on the floorboard.
“Hmph,” Chaerin cut him short with a loud snort and she snarled right after, “We just did it, for God’s sake!” Her back was still sore from lying on the ground that afternoon; her long damp hair that was sticking on her shoulders and baby tee in various directions and entanglement was just carefully cleaned up from the dirt it may have gotten earlier before rain began pouring down on their already naked bodies.
“This is the only day we’ve got for each other.” He chided in a small voice. He even considered using his panda eyes to beg her.
It was of no use to Chaerin’s perfect barrier though. “What are you saying? We booked an entire week for this!”
Seungri snorted rather loudly this time. “We probably won’t even see each other these coming days ‘cause you have work to do, remember?” He put great emphasis on the last seven words he uttered as he pointed to the designer clothes carefully hanged on the clothes rack at the corner of their room.
Chaerin, frustrated, mumbled, “No, I’m beat!” So it was her fault that their carefully laid out week-long trip was sidetracked when she was left without a choice but to accept her job to model for Hermes since their already in the city. But it shouldn’t all be her fault when the week-long trip she planned for herself at first became a two-headed idea when the obnoxious guy decided to tagged along with or without her permission.
Seungri placed both of his arms in front of his chest, “Me. You. Bed. Now.” His voice was a little stern than usual; his aura was a little more despotic. Maybe it was because the impending loneliness when Chaerin’s set out to work and he was left to walk on the cobblestone paths littered with cigarette butts, classical music in the subways, Parisians with their big dogs, was doing him in, scaring him. It was a good thing if he just stayed in their hotel, but he was never a person tied in just one place especially if they’re in a foreign land.
Chaerin only sent a glare to his brooding figure. Somehow, she understood perfectly well why he’s been acting like a brat. Paris has a way of affecting people after all. She needed for him to appreciate the crystalline sky of the city blanketing them, appreciate the quietness in the area when he so likely would break it with his various ramblings. She needed for him to appreciate the loneliness in an unknown city, something she learned at her young age and something he would learn now no matter how much he avoided it. But of course, there were ways to put off some things, even just for a while.
“No, seriously, get in the bed!” he tried again, arms flailing. Seungri was just a breath short for being exasperated now.
Chaerin wasn’t sure which of the two she enjoys more, being stubborn, or driving him mad with her teasing him in the cruelest way possible, nevertheless she just shrugged her shoulders and stuck her tongue out to him once more. She still remembered saying to him that her home was the only fortress, that her heart was the only fortress that the ‘Strong Baby’ will have a hard time breaking in. But he was a determined person, and equally stubborn like her, and that’s what she loved about him the most, she admitted as she finally allowed a laugh to escape from her lips, letting him know that she was going to submit, but not without a fight first.
A chase commenced around the room, then.
A/N: I dunno what this is. LOL. I just got this idea from reading Lee Ki Jin's (CL's father) story about his daughter going to Paris. I wrote some things he said (I paraphrased them) in the story, to give some reminiscent feeling. Actually, since this is a drabble only, I didn't concentrate much with the plot. I just let my writing flow, so yeah. ;DDDD
Title: Outro
Pairing: CL/Seungri
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot/Drabble
The light, although faint, was prying her eyes to open. When she finally managed to yank the sleepiness away, she found Seungri reclining on the bed, right next to her. His head was resting on the wall, a pen was tucked in between his lips and his eyes with dark-rimmed glasses were glued on her 3 ½” x 5 ½” sketchpad. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table near him and found out that it was only three in the morning.
“What are you doing?” Chaerin murmured, blinking her eyes and moving her body towards him.
Seungri abruptly turned his head to her, finally aware that she had woken up and that most probably it was because of his doing. He then spouted the pen on his lips and caught it midair by one of his hands before it landed on his lap. He placed Chaerin’s sketchpad to her side and said, “Scribbling… trying to get words out of my head. They might be put into good use for writing lyrics tomorrow, ah,” Seungri took a glance on the clock and amended his statement, “Later I mean.”
“When did you say the mini album will come out again?” she asked another one, raking her fingers through her hair to disentangle them.
“Yang-goon said we have to make it in one week’s time, so probably a week after the other preparations for the photo shoot and music videos are done. Right now I’m struggling since we’ve only finished three songs yesterday.” The weight of the words he just spewed made his shoulders slump back.
“Three songs already~? But that’s a feat,” Chaerin consoled him while trying to get up into a half-sitting position on the bed. She slid off the blanket covering her upper body and turned around at his side so that she could face him. She placed her elbow beneath her side to prop her up, twisting her legs in the process too.
“We still have a lot of revising to do… fitting in the code, making harmony, focus more on the lyrics, and making harmony again…” Seungri heaved. “It’s driving me nuts already,” and he gazed at the vast space before him before squeezing his eyes shut and began rubbing his temples.
Her eyes wandered at his recently dyed hair. The orange colored short spikes looked so soft to touch. Chaerin looked at his side profile lovingly then. She always loved that part of him the most. If the day comes that she’ll have to admit to him upfront about that fact, she’ll just probably squeezed his cheeks and traced the rising and falling of the curves and contours of his face, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, to the lump of his fine lips and down to his chin. And it doesn’t help that the guy’s wearing glasses now… she has this weird fetish about sunglasses and even if those two are of completely different things, Seungri’s still wearing a form of an eyewear that tingled her goddamn sharp senses or hormones or damn right fetishes. Before she got herself completely distracted with her thoughts, she quickly stopped and made a statement in relation to his predicament. “I wanna see what you wrote…”
He looked at her in a moment of hesitation but in a second he nodded his head, “Go ahead. I hope you could decipher them though.”
Chaerin laughed to that.
In his student-like scrawl, Seungri wrote, “In my world… where I can’t see, you live there. In my world, like clowns with people who always gave me bright smiles, did people laugh at me? Fly… let’s fly~ So let’s fly… just you and I… I’m always by your side, singing you a song. Would you look at me now, standing here, turning a blind eye to the day, I am renewed I’m born again. Come out… In my world…”
Seungri’s crooked lines in writing Hangul and the narrow spaces among the letters that formed his words somehow gave off a gentle melancholy to her soul.
“Jiyong Hyung once told me, ‘Seungri-ya, when you’re writing lyrics, create an image to the listeners. Write the lyrics like you can imagine it. Make lyrics that will keep circling in their mouths. You must consider one to ten in order to make real nice lyrics.’ So… did I happen to do it with that one?” after taking in another breath, he added, “I don’t want to make sad songs though. It doesn’t fit my image and style, don’t you think?” The man, using his free hand, held his chin as he glanced off to the woman next to him.
Chaerin smiled at him warmly. “There’s something missing,” she said after some time. After a long moment of thinking rigidly, she took the pen on his hand and scribbled. “Don’t cry~ No, I don’t cry…” she added after the words ‘you and I.’ “See… this wouldn’t make it as much of a sad song now, would it?” then she hastily scribbled in her fine fine script the words “I’ll hold and protect you” after the last line to the song he’s making. And then she handed it back to him, letting him see the revised version of his lyrics.
“Hmmmm,” Seungri hummed as his eyes read from top to bottom of the page of the sketchpad with his and Chaerin’s writings on. Their scrawls were so different that anyone who has seen it would’ve recognized at once glance who’s who. His was a mess of thin strokes clumped together that it looked suffocating but hers was a tidy one, neat strokes with a balanced space between her characters. Him and Chaerin, their handwritings may very well transcribe their beings.
She cocked her head to the side after waiting for a while, “Hmm, what?”
With a delightful grin he just said, “The song doesn’t seem to be so sad now…”
“Thought so,” and Chaerin smirked at him.
The guy’s lips tightened for some time before he spoke into a low voice, “Seungri doesn’t seem to be so sad now…”
The woman immediately placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder; she gave him a knowing look. “You can pull it off. The stage may look scary once you’re standing alone on it, but you’ll manage.” It upset her when he’s being hard on himself like this. She didn’t need any more words of frustration from him to know that he was scolding his self hard with how his first solo album’s preparations were going. “Lee Seung-hyun’s the Strong Baby, isn’t he?” She raised then her two fingers and did the ‘quote sign,’ “His moves, his flow, and holding nothing back, just letting it go, fosho~” her eyes then shrank as she smiled widely, obviously teasing him with what she just said.
But the guy knew better. He caught the undertones in her mocking words, he knew, he was always aware, that she cared. He raised his hand to his right shoulder and held her hand that was placed comfortingly on it. He held them tightly, “If you tickle me I’m not responsible for your injuries.”
Chaerin’s eyes widen, her lashes stretched far out to accommodate her orbs bulging. She scrunched her charming face to him and pulled him closer to her body. She let his sultry voice rang inside her head.
And the cliché goes; the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart.
A/N: Is the last line out of place? Haha, I honestly don't know what to make of it, but I thought it's rather poignant >.< So... this is originally a part of a onelong-shot I've been writing for CL/Seungri that is CL-centric. But things got sidetracked... and I love this one and it's a shame if I didn't let you guys read it (at least that's what I think) hehe~ ♥
So... there. Another finished CL/Seungri oneshots. Hooooray! I'm finishing something AU, something that involves "monarchies" for these two and I hope by the end of this month, I could post it up. Let's meet again, until then! ^^
Pairing: CL/Seungri
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot/Drabble
With a baby tee that shows her navel and clad with only her favorite black lace underwear for the bottom part of her body, she walked comfortably but stealthily outside the bathroom with shoulders arched way up high that almost seemed to reach out to both her ears, and her legs sliding up, leveling to her stomach before planting her toes on the wooden board as she moved forward-she was tiptoeing her way to the closet room. She saw Seungri on the bed from the corner of her eyes; the guy was dressed in grey wife beater and flashing leopard boxers, a towel wrapped clumsily on his recently dyed hair. She stopped mid-way.
“You’re not honestly wearing that?” she said to him incredulously.
He arched a brow. “What?” He looked at his self for a while before glancing up back to her, “This is high fashion,” he said with his trademark smug look.
“God,” Chaerin said flatly, bringing a hand to the bridge of her nose to pinch it.
Seungri wasn’t sure which of the two he enjoys more, dressing comfortably, or driving her mad with his ‘unique’ fashion sense (he wasn’t that vocal about his frustrations to her choice of garments though, however, he never found it scandalous as many netizens so have pointed out in the past, what his real problem was that it always hugged her body so fittingly well that men around her find it hard to resist not to look at her and ogle at her and that there were those times that there were just too many zippers, studs, sequins, and even jewelries stuck on it hurting him in various occasions he tried to tackle her or pull her in a surprise embrace or if he just want them to cuddle-really, what’s a man got to do?), nevertheless he just shrugged his shoulders and threw to her what seemed to be a ragged piece of clothing, though startled, she caught what seemed to be flying trousers suspended in the air efficiently with her left hand-upon closer look, it was Chaerin’s favorite baggy pants that her mother bought for her at a thrift market on some occasion she couldn’t remember what. She didn’t try remembering it for there was a law (she remembered though it was kind of ironic) that stated that the harder she tried to remember something, the less likely it is that she’ll be able to recall it, a lesson her father so willingly drilled in her young mind back when she was about to set a solo trip to the grand foreign city of love and lights. She had found the place untidy, cold, and has urine-stench subways (she shuddered at how her young self had been naïve and unappreciative before) and at the tender age of fourteen, she confessed to her father that her little adventure was not fun at all.
Snatching her away from her thoughts, Seungri talked to her, “Washed and iron-pressed by my own hands, that one.” There was a lopsided-childish grin on his lips then.
Chaerin gave him her impish smile as she quip words of appreciation. “What a dear househelp.” She put on her pants with so much delight akin to a kid enjoying her Christmas present. She caught him looking at her with a teasing smile so she placed her hand on her hips and asked, “What’s the look for?”
“So sexy~” he said to her as he swayed and clapped his hands in a soundless manner reminiscent of a popular move from his title song ‘Strong Baby’ (Crack, crack, crack!), the guy laughed at himself for acting silly. He then tucked both of his hands under his chin, “I was thinking how pleasant a scene was on my eyes a while ago and that I’d love to dress you up.”
Chaerin rolled her eyes and she stuck her tongue out to him, “Too bad, huh?”
“On second thought,” a mischievous glint flashed into his dark orbs, “Why don’t I just undress you?” Seungri let out a chuckle as he rose from the bed, chugging out the clammy towel on his head.
“We’re not doing that!” Chaerin moved from her spot as he watched him approach her with a light gait. Soap, fresh meadow grass, and manly cologne was swirling its way to her nose. She stubbornly disregarded the flutter that came and she tried so hard to ignore the unusual way she breathed him in as she caught a whiff of his scent.
“Why not? Why not?” he whined like a child.
“Just because-” she stretched both of her arms in front of her body in defense.
“But I’m deprive-” the guy almost stomped his feet on the floorboard.
“Hmph,” Chaerin cut him short with a loud snort and she snarled right after, “We just did it, for God’s sake!” Her back was still sore from lying on the ground that afternoon; her long damp hair that was sticking on her shoulders and baby tee in various directions and entanglement was just carefully cleaned up from the dirt it may have gotten earlier before rain began pouring down on their already naked bodies.
“This is the only day we’ve got for each other.” He chided in a small voice. He even considered using his panda eyes to beg her.
It was of no use to Chaerin’s perfect barrier though. “What are you saying? We booked an entire week for this!”
Seungri snorted rather loudly this time. “We probably won’t even see each other these coming days ‘cause you have work to do, remember?” He put great emphasis on the last seven words he uttered as he pointed to the designer clothes carefully hanged on the clothes rack at the corner of their room.
Chaerin, frustrated, mumbled, “No, I’m beat!” So it was her fault that their carefully laid out week-long trip was sidetracked when she was left without a choice but to accept her job to model for Hermes since their already in the city. But it shouldn’t all be her fault when the week-long trip she planned for herself at first became a two-headed idea when the obnoxious guy decided to tagged along with or without her permission.
Seungri placed both of his arms in front of his chest, “Me. You. Bed. Now.” His voice was a little stern than usual; his aura was a little more despotic. Maybe it was because the impending loneliness when Chaerin’s set out to work and he was left to walk on the cobblestone paths littered with cigarette butts, classical music in the subways, Parisians with their big dogs, was doing him in, scaring him. It was a good thing if he just stayed in their hotel, but he was never a person tied in just one place especially if they’re in a foreign land.
Chaerin only sent a glare to his brooding figure. Somehow, she understood perfectly well why he’s been acting like a brat. Paris has a way of affecting people after all. She needed for him to appreciate the crystalline sky of the city blanketing them, appreciate the quietness in the area when he so likely would break it with his various ramblings. She needed for him to appreciate the loneliness in an unknown city, something she learned at her young age and something he would learn now no matter how much he avoided it. But of course, there were ways to put off some things, even just for a while.
“No, seriously, get in the bed!” he tried again, arms flailing. Seungri was just a breath short for being exasperated now.
Chaerin wasn’t sure which of the two she enjoys more, being stubborn, or driving him mad with her teasing him in the cruelest way possible, nevertheless she just shrugged her shoulders and stuck her tongue out to him once more. She still remembered saying to him that her home was the only fortress, that her heart was the only fortress that the ‘Strong Baby’ will have a hard time breaking in. But he was a determined person, and equally stubborn like her, and that’s what she loved about him the most, she admitted as she finally allowed a laugh to escape from her lips, letting him know that she was going to submit, but not without a fight first.
A chase commenced around the room, then.
A/N: I dunno what this is. LOL. I just got this idea from reading Lee Ki Jin's (CL's father) story about his daughter going to Paris. I wrote some things he said (I paraphrased them) in the story, to give some reminiscent feeling. Actually, since this is a drabble only, I didn't concentrate much with the plot. I just let my writing flow, so yeah. ;DDDD
Title: Outro
Pairing: CL/Seungri
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot/Drabble
The light, although faint, was prying her eyes to open. When she finally managed to yank the sleepiness away, she found Seungri reclining on the bed, right next to her. His head was resting on the wall, a pen was tucked in between his lips and his eyes with dark-rimmed glasses were glued on her 3 ½” x 5 ½” sketchpad. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table near him and found out that it was only three in the morning.
“What are you doing?” Chaerin murmured, blinking her eyes and moving her body towards him.
Seungri abruptly turned his head to her, finally aware that she had woken up and that most probably it was because of his doing. He then spouted the pen on his lips and caught it midair by one of his hands before it landed on his lap. He placed Chaerin’s sketchpad to her side and said, “Scribbling… trying to get words out of my head. They might be put into good use for writing lyrics tomorrow, ah,” Seungri took a glance on the clock and amended his statement, “Later I mean.”
“When did you say the mini album will come out again?” she asked another one, raking her fingers through her hair to disentangle them.
“Yang-goon said we have to make it in one week’s time, so probably a week after the other preparations for the photo shoot and music videos are done. Right now I’m struggling since we’ve only finished three songs yesterday.” The weight of the words he just spewed made his shoulders slump back.
“Three songs already~? But that’s a feat,” Chaerin consoled him while trying to get up into a half-sitting position on the bed. She slid off the blanket covering her upper body and turned around at his side so that she could face him. She placed her elbow beneath her side to prop her up, twisting her legs in the process too.
“We still have a lot of revising to do… fitting in the code, making harmony, focus more on the lyrics, and making harmony again…” Seungri heaved. “It’s driving me nuts already,” and he gazed at the vast space before him before squeezing his eyes shut and began rubbing his temples.
Her eyes wandered at his recently dyed hair. The orange colored short spikes looked so soft to touch. Chaerin looked at his side profile lovingly then. She always loved that part of him the most. If the day comes that she’ll have to admit to him upfront about that fact, she’ll just probably squeezed his cheeks and traced the rising and falling of the curves and contours of his face, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, to the lump of his fine lips and down to his chin. And it doesn’t help that the guy’s wearing glasses now… she has this weird fetish about sunglasses and even if those two are of completely different things, Seungri’s still wearing a form of an eyewear that tingled her goddamn sharp senses or hormones or damn right fetishes. Before she got herself completely distracted with her thoughts, she quickly stopped and made a statement in relation to his predicament. “I wanna see what you wrote…”
He looked at her in a moment of hesitation but in a second he nodded his head, “Go ahead. I hope you could decipher them though.”
Chaerin laughed to that.
In his student-like scrawl, Seungri wrote, “In my world… where I can’t see, you live there. In my world, like clowns with people who always gave me bright smiles, did people laugh at me? Fly… let’s fly~ So let’s fly… just you and I… I’m always by your side, singing you a song. Would you look at me now, standing here, turning a blind eye to the day, I am renewed I’m born again. Come out… In my world…”
Seungri’s crooked lines in writing Hangul and the narrow spaces among the letters that formed his words somehow gave off a gentle melancholy to her soul.
“Jiyong Hyung once told me, ‘Seungri-ya, when you’re writing lyrics, create an image to the listeners. Write the lyrics like you can imagine it. Make lyrics that will keep circling in their mouths. You must consider one to ten in order to make real nice lyrics.’ So… did I happen to do it with that one?” after taking in another breath, he added, “I don’t want to make sad songs though. It doesn’t fit my image and style, don’t you think?” The man, using his free hand, held his chin as he glanced off to the woman next to him.
Chaerin smiled at him warmly. “There’s something missing,” she said after some time. After a long moment of thinking rigidly, she took the pen on his hand and scribbled. “Don’t cry~ No, I don’t cry…” she added after the words ‘you and I.’ “See… this wouldn’t make it as much of a sad song now, would it?” then she hastily scribbled in her fine fine script the words “I’ll hold and protect you” after the last line to the song he’s making. And then she handed it back to him, letting him see the revised version of his lyrics.
“Hmmmm,” Seungri hummed as his eyes read from top to bottom of the page of the sketchpad with his and Chaerin’s writings on. Their scrawls were so different that anyone who has seen it would’ve recognized at once glance who’s who. His was a mess of thin strokes clumped together that it looked suffocating but hers was a tidy one, neat strokes with a balanced space between her characters. Him and Chaerin, their handwritings may very well transcribe their beings.
She cocked her head to the side after waiting for a while, “Hmm, what?”
With a delightful grin he just said, “The song doesn’t seem to be so sad now…”
“Thought so,” and Chaerin smirked at him.
The guy’s lips tightened for some time before he spoke into a low voice, “Seungri doesn’t seem to be so sad now…”
The woman immediately placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder; she gave him a knowing look. “You can pull it off. The stage may look scary once you’re standing alone on it, but you’ll manage.” It upset her when he’s being hard on himself like this. She didn’t need any more words of frustration from him to know that he was scolding his self hard with how his first solo album’s preparations were going. “Lee Seung-hyun’s the Strong Baby, isn’t he?” She raised then her two fingers and did the ‘quote sign,’ “His moves, his flow, and holding nothing back, just letting it go, fosho~” her eyes then shrank as she smiled widely, obviously teasing him with what she just said.
But the guy knew better. He caught the undertones in her mocking words, he knew, he was always aware, that she cared. He raised his hand to his right shoulder and held her hand that was placed comfortingly on it. He held them tightly, “If you tickle me I’m not responsible for your injuries.”
Chaerin’s eyes widen, her lashes stretched far out to accommodate her orbs bulging. She scrunched her charming face to him and pulled him closer to her body. She let his sultry voice rang inside her head.
And the cliché goes; the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart.
A/N: Is the last line out of place? Haha, I honestly don't know what to make of it, but I thought it's rather poignant >.< So... this is originally a part of a onelong-shot I've been writing for CL/Seungri that is CL-centric. But things got sidetracked... and I love this one and it's a shame if I didn't let you guys read it (at least that's what I think) hehe~ ♥
So... there. Another finished CL/Seungri oneshots. Hooooray! I'm finishing something AU, something that involves "monarchies" for these two and I hope by the end of this month, I could post it up. Let's meet again, until then! ^^