i want to be your piano keys and drum beats
Titile: :(
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stay is the hardest request to fulfill.
AN: Because YGTV Episode 5 was begging to have a fic written on it.
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Seungri's hand catches Jiyong's wrist a split second before the older leaves. It isn't so much as desperation, it's more like need, simple and raw need. It's like... Seungri needs Jiyong there beside him to breathe.
"Don't go... just yet," he pleads, begs, wishes. He wishes for the pulse on Jiyong's wrist to stop beating too fast because he can feel it against his fingertips as it matches his own heartbeat.
.
.
.
.
.
It's a moment too long and Seungri lets go, lets his hand drop back down on the bed, catches his breath from running too fast, too slow, too slow.
"But," Seungri laughs. "But if you want, you can go. Of course you can go, hyung." There's not much effort on Seungri's part to hide the hurt, nor the breaking of his voice (nor his heart, really). And he half wishes that Jiyong hears, that Jiyong notices, that Jiyong stays.
"Sorry, Seungriyah, I need to go," Jiyong says, smiling and they both understand. Jiyong's not simply saying he needs to go now. He needs to go. Period. Goodbye. This isn't forever. Whatever this is.
Seungri, of course, smirks and Jiyong's smile widens and it's so fucking beautiful, like some broken piece of record that they need to stop playing already. And it's ironic, in some way, like they both know they aren't fooling anybody (especialy not themselves) but still, they try. Because they must.
"I know. You need to go," Seungri whispers into the air between him and Jiyong and he's surprised he feels alive, somehow, like he can breathe, somehow.
"Seungriyah~ You know I don't wan-"
"Just go. Hyung, just go," the kid pushes at Jiyong a little bit, to at least widden the space between them (and because he simply wanted to touch Jiyong, can you blame him?).
"Okay," Jiyong smiles again, wider than before (if that's even posible). He hesitates, looks at Seungri, then turns.
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When the door closes and Seungri sinks back into his pillows, he feels... empty. Alive and breathing but empty. And suddenly he feels himself wishing that he could be Kwon Jiyong's music, that his fingers become piano keys and every strand of his hair electronic beats, that his every breath the strike of drums and his kisses guitar trings.
Or!
He wants to become a star, high up in the galaxy, shining so freely. He wants to become Kwon Jiyong's star. He wants to become Kwon Jiyong's inspiration.
Or future.
Damn it.
Seungri wishes, wants, thinks he's crazy, almost wishes he is. Because Seungri thinks Kwon Jiyong's too damn perfect to be tied down to one place, one moment. Kwon Jiyong is awesome, he needs the world as his playground, not just Seungri's bed.
Seungri instinctively lets his fingers wander across the still warm spot next to him. He sighs. He's lonely. Definitely lonely.
But it's a little bit too much if Jiyong and him will-
Yeah.
Too much.
:(
AN: Well, it didn't go as planned. Kinda.
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stay is the hardest request to fulfill.
AN: Because YGTV Episode 5 was begging to have a fic written on it.
:(
Seungri's hand catches Jiyong's wrist a split second before the older leaves. It isn't so much as desperation, it's more like need, simple and raw need. It's like... Seungri needs Jiyong there beside him to breathe.
"Don't go... just yet," he pleads, begs, wishes. He wishes for the pulse on Jiyong's wrist to stop beating too fast because he can feel it against his fingertips as it matches his own heartbeat.
.
.
.
.
.
It's a moment too long and Seungri lets go, lets his hand drop back down on the bed, catches his breath from running too fast, too slow, too slow.
"But," Seungri laughs. "But if you want, you can go. Of course you can go, hyung." There's not much effort on Seungri's part to hide the hurt, nor the breaking of his voice (nor his heart, really). And he half wishes that Jiyong hears, that Jiyong notices, that Jiyong stays.
"Sorry, Seungriyah, I need to go," Jiyong says, smiling and they both understand. Jiyong's not simply saying he needs to go now. He needs to go. Period. Goodbye. This isn't forever. Whatever this is.
Seungri, of course, smirks and Jiyong's smile widens and it's so fucking beautiful, like some broken piece of record that they need to stop playing already. And it's ironic, in some way, like they both know they aren't fooling anybody (especialy not themselves) but still, they try. Because they must.
"I know. You need to go," Seungri whispers into the air between him and Jiyong and he's surprised he feels alive, somehow, like he can breathe, somehow.
"Seungriyah~ You know I don't wan-"
"Just go. Hyung, just go," the kid pushes at Jiyong a little bit, to at least widden the space between them (and because he simply wanted to touch Jiyong, can you blame him?).
"Okay," Jiyong smiles again, wider than before (if that's even posible). He hesitates, looks at Seungri, then turns.
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When the door closes and Seungri sinks back into his pillows, he feels... empty. Alive and breathing but empty. And suddenly he feels himself wishing that he could be Kwon Jiyong's music, that his fingers become piano keys and every strand of his hair electronic beats, that his every breath the strike of drums and his kisses guitar trings.
Or!
He wants to become a star, high up in the galaxy, shining so freely. He wants to become Kwon Jiyong's star. He wants to become Kwon Jiyong's inspiration.
Or future.
Damn it.
Seungri wishes, wants, thinks he's crazy, almost wishes he is. Because Seungri thinks Kwon Jiyong's too damn perfect to be tied down to one place, one moment. Kwon Jiyong is awesome, he needs the world as his playground, not just Seungri's bed.
Seungri instinctively lets his fingers wander across the still warm spot next to him. He sighs. He's lonely. Definitely lonely.
But it's a little bit too much if Jiyong and him will-
Yeah.
Too much.
:(
AN: Well, it didn't go as planned. Kinda.