weak for you, weak because of you
Title: Kryptonite
Pairing: G-Ri
Writer: oxygenlove
Genre: Drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: Kwon Jiyong might need a lifeboat. Or an oxygen tank. He's 100 meters below the water's surface.
AN: During the "G-Dragon's eyes are not shining" days before his trip to Europe.
Kryptonite
It seems so hard to live like this, like you're Superman, like your only weakness is Kryptonite. Because you're not a superhero. Because your weakness can be listed as many things like failure and deadlines and music and a kid you shouldn't be-
But you've wanted this since forever, wanted this for so long, wanted this more than anything else... but sometimes it's just so hard... so tiring.
To smile.
To shine.
To rap, sing like nothing is wrong. Wrong with your beating heart and disarrayed mind. Because you're not fine. You're not doing okay. You're tired and you need to breathe. In. Out. In.
You need to go out. You need some fresh air. Maybe a shopping spree in Europe. Maybe, you need...
There he is. That kid.
Just who you need.
"Hyung, you're still up."
"Yeah."
And he smiles, joins you on the couch, sits beside you and grabs your mug, looks at it and drinks. Gulp Gulp Gulp.
"You make the best coffee, hyung."
"Years of practice."
And you smile, reach for the back of his neck, pull him in towards you, touch your lips against his and kiss him.
(He tastes like perfect coffee. And bittersweet dance steps plus lyrical poems that you wrote.)
Just what you need.
Anti-depressant Lee Seunghyun kisses.
And he's moving, the mug nowhere to be found as both his hands grab a hold of your shoulders, as both his knees trap you, straddles you. He smirks against your lips and bites your bottom lip.
"You've been troubled these past few days, hyung."
"Pressured. Confused. I don't know."
He laughs sweetly, a thousand different pitches of tinkling bells and deep bass vibrato and he kisses you again. And his hands move from your shoulders to cup your face, caress your cheeks. Softly, like feather. Like... silk. Smoothly. Slowly.
And he presses closer. Kisses you deeper. Deeper. 100 meters deep.
Ecstacy.
Like one two three four five six you're my only heaven as your tongue slides, glides.
"Let's..."
"... room."
Yeah. Just like that.
AN: I'm trying to write these ideas that come to my head and not try to think. Just write. That's why they seem so... so.
Pairing: G-Ri
Writer: oxygenlove
Genre: Drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: Kwon Jiyong might need a lifeboat. Or an oxygen tank. He's 100 meters below the water's surface.
AN: During the "G-Dragon's eyes are not shining" days before his trip to Europe.
Kryptonite
It seems so hard to live like this, like you're Superman, like your only weakness is Kryptonite. Because you're not a superhero. Because your weakness can be listed as many things like failure and deadlines and music and a kid you shouldn't be-
But you've wanted this since forever, wanted this for so long, wanted this more than anything else... but sometimes it's just so hard... so tiring.
To smile.
To shine.
To rap, sing like nothing is wrong. Wrong with your beating heart and disarrayed mind. Because you're not fine. You're not doing okay. You're tired and you need to breathe. In. Out. In.
You need to go out. You need some fresh air. Maybe a shopping spree in Europe. Maybe, you need...
There he is. That kid.
Just who you need.
"Hyung, you're still up."
"Yeah."
And he smiles, joins you on the couch, sits beside you and grabs your mug, looks at it and drinks. Gulp Gulp Gulp.
"You make the best coffee, hyung."
"Years of practice."
And you smile, reach for the back of his neck, pull him in towards you, touch your lips against his and kiss him.
(He tastes like perfect coffee. And bittersweet dance steps plus lyrical poems that you wrote.)
Just what you need.
Anti-depressant Lee Seunghyun kisses.
And he's moving, the mug nowhere to be found as both his hands grab a hold of your shoulders, as both his knees trap you, straddles you. He smirks against your lips and bites your bottom lip.
"You've been troubled these past few days, hyung."
"Pressured. Confused. I don't know."
He laughs sweetly, a thousand different pitches of tinkling bells and deep bass vibrato and he kisses you again. And his hands move from your shoulders to cup your face, caress your cheeks. Softly, like feather. Like... silk. Smoothly. Slowly.
And he presses closer. Kisses you deeper. Deeper. 100 meters deep.
Ecstacy.
Like one two three four five six you're my only heaven as your tongue slides, glides.
"Let's..."
"... room."
Yeah. Just like that.
AN: I'm trying to write these ideas that come to my head and not try to think. Just write. That's why they seem so... so.