i am made of multi-colored glasses
Title: In Love
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jiyong falls. Hard.
AN: With the special appearance of Jiyong's imaginary girlfriend.
There are some things that Jiyong regrets - not recording that catchy beat while it was still in his head, not writing down that witty line while he still remembers it, not going to that awesome party he was invited to last week, not meeting that amazing person the others were talking about since yesterday - it’s all of these and more.
“Going to her place?”
“For a while.”
He’s got his fingers tangled in her hair. She smells like lilac, fresh and sweet. She’s soft and pliant against his side. She’s pretty, gorgeous, beautiful. She’s ethereal - a goddess. She’s one of the many that Jiyong has fallen in love with and in a matter of months, will be one of the many that Jiyong fell out of love with. He doesn’t plan any of these, doesn’t anticipate the loss of heat and hurried fingers on skin. He’s not playing with any of these girls’ hearts. It never was his intention to lure them in and have them by his side for the time frame that they make him feel giddy, nervous - on a high. And in the end, leave them when they run out dry.
Her head’s on Jiyong’s lap as he speaks over the soft low hum of the television. She’s got a knowing smile as she listens to Jiyong’s stories. She laughs at all the right moments. She’s a wonderful listener. Apparently, she’s also an amazing observer.
“I hope you talk about me this way too.”
“Hahahaha- what?
“I hope that when you talk to your friends, you also tell them stories about me, about us. And that when you describe how I looked, your eyes would also sparkle coupled with that stupid smile on your face.”
“I - “
“I hope I can make you laugh like this. I hope I can make you happy like this.”
Jiyong catches her hand as she’s standing up, a look of worry on his face. Is she angry? Why would she be? There is an unnameable tone in her voice, on her face.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Yes, I am. I’m being ridiculous. Because honestly, why would I be feeling like this over Seungri?”
“You know how we are. He’s my dongsaeng and - “
” - and you treat him like he’s everything to you.”
” - and he’s important to me.”
Pause.
“How important am I to you?”
“Very.”
“Not as important as Seungri, I bet.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Love never is fair.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“I thought you were.”
“I am. I am in love.”
“But not with me.”
“No - not like - “
“Never with me.”
-
There are some things that Jiyong regrets - getting too close he can almost touch, caring too much he almost scars, wishing too much he almost bleeds dry, believing too much he almost thinks it’s real, loving too much he almost fools himself to think otherwise - all of these and more.
“Hyung, sometimes, I think you aren’t really in love.”
“Then what, Seungri? What do you think this is?”
“I think you’re in love with the idea of being in love. I think you love the idea of loving someone and being loved in return - “
“You think you’re so smart - “
” - that you forget the most important part of being in love is - “
” - when all you really are is - “
” - simply feeling.”
” - annoying.”
Jiyong’s got his fingers tangled in his hair. Seungri smells like sweat from dancing too much. He’s sticky and solid against Jiyong’s side but Jiyong doesn’t care. They’re laughing and smiling and sharing tired old stories they’ve recounted a million times before. Seungri looks tired from all the hours they’ve spent cooped up in the dance studio, rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing until they get it perfectly right. It doesn’t matter though. Jiyong can see themselves doing the same thing years and years down the road. Always the same. Will never get old. Will never get tired of. Because the wonderful feeling that Jiyong feels when he’s with Seungri isn’t boxed in one time frame. There is no expiration date to how long Jiyong will need the happy feeling that Seungri gives him.
“Hyung…”
“Ssshhhh…”
“Hyung this isn’t… what it should be, right?”
“No, this isn’t what it can be.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s… simply feeling, Seungri. Simply feeling.”
Because Jiyong has some things that he regrets, and Seungri is one of them.
/
BONUS!
Title: Let Me Spell It Out For You
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jiyong thinks Seungri is spelled V I C T O R Y.
AN: An anon asked me on tumblr: "so who do you think is more clingy now? Seungri has been doing alot of touching lately which has been throwing my friend and I off completely. XD could there be a reversal of clinginess? cause we all know Jiyong is the cling king lol" and I answered it with this.
Jiyong looks at his hands, remembers the feel of soft skin on his arms and the secondhand taste of coffee on his tongue. He smiles at the memory, grasps at the flimsy vision of a dark-haired boy with panda eyes and the buzz of a strong beat drumming in his ears. It’s a hit song in the making.
V I C T O R Y
He writes the title on top of the paper full of messy thoughts (half his, half borrowed). He traces the letters with fingertips that burn and his heart aches just a little, like he’s wrong, like he isn’t right, will never be. But with every curve, every line that he touches - Jiyong thinks, Yeah, this is perfect. This is meant to be.
Maybe.
How long will it take for the feel of Seungri’s touches to fade? Will Jiyong scar?
Maybe.
There’s a soft pat-pat-pat then a gentle knock on the door. A second later, the door opens and yeah, there he is -
“Done.”
“‘kay.”
Jiyong sets the pen and papers aside, follows Seungri out to the kitchen, sits down on his chair.
“Finished a new song?”
“Not yet. You?”
Seungri stirs the pot and serves Jiyong a ladle full of the orange-red stew. Jiyong pours water for both of their glasses.
“Started on 2. Both sucks though.”
“I bet.”
Seungri laughs and Jiyong smiles, tastes a spoonful of the soup and smiles some more. Seungri knows exactly how to cook it the way Jiyong likes it.
“Want to come and record a rough demo tomorrow?”
“Sure. Maybe you can add some rap for one of the thing’s I’ve done.”
Jiyong nods his head. Seungri smiles from across the table, sweet and nice and lovely and Jiyong’s reaching his hand out to -
No.
Seungri sees it though, the small movement and the quick retracting of intentions and Jiyong’s left wondering if he should or if he even still could.
“Hey, it’s not like there are cameras anyway.”
Jiyong is tempted. Should he? But if he were, will it count? Will it mean anything? Will it matter?
It’s a split second decision as he reaches out and ruffle’s Seungri’s hair, messes it up (fingers lingering too long) and leaves it sticking up whichever way.
“Cute.”
“Always.”
The laughter that follows is easy and feels perfect, like the calm after a nonexistent storm. Jiyong feels better, feels like he needed that because the million different ways in which love can be spelled is never enough for him anyway.
V I C T O R Y
That’s his favorite spelling though.
Until when?
Whenever.
:)
/
AN: And done!
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jiyong falls. Hard.
AN: With the special appearance of Jiyong's imaginary girlfriend.
There are some things that Jiyong regrets - not recording that catchy beat while it was still in his head, not writing down that witty line while he still remembers it, not going to that awesome party he was invited to last week, not meeting that amazing person the others were talking about since yesterday - it’s all of these and more.
“Going to her place?”
“For a while.”
He’s got his fingers tangled in her hair. She smells like lilac, fresh and sweet. She’s soft and pliant against his side. She’s pretty, gorgeous, beautiful. She’s ethereal - a goddess. She’s one of the many that Jiyong has fallen in love with and in a matter of months, will be one of the many that Jiyong fell out of love with. He doesn’t plan any of these, doesn’t anticipate the loss of heat and hurried fingers on skin. He’s not playing with any of these girls’ hearts. It never was his intention to lure them in and have them by his side for the time frame that they make him feel giddy, nervous - on a high. And in the end, leave them when they run out dry.
Her head’s on Jiyong’s lap as he speaks over the soft low hum of the television. She’s got a knowing smile as she listens to Jiyong’s stories. She laughs at all the right moments. She’s a wonderful listener. Apparently, she’s also an amazing observer.
“I hope you talk about me this way too.”
“Hahahaha- what?
“I hope that when you talk to your friends, you also tell them stories about me, about us. And that when you describe how I looked, your eyes would also sparkle coupled with that stupid smile on your face.”
“I - “
“I hope I can make you laugh like this. I hope I can make you happy like this.”
Jiyong catches her hand as she’s standing up, a look of worry on his face. Is she angry? Why would she be? There is an unnameable tone in her voice, on her face.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Yes, I am. I’m being ridiculous. Because honestly, why would I be feeling like this over Seungri?”
“You know how we are. He’s my dongsaeng and - “
” - and you treat him like he’s everything to you.”
” - and he’s important to me.”
Pause.
“How important am I to you?”
“Very.”
“Not as important as Seungri, I bet.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Love never is fair.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“I thought you were.”
“I am. I am in love.”
“But not with me.”
“No - not like - “
“Never with me.”
-
There are some things that Jiyong regrets - getting too close he can almost touch, caring too much he almost scars, wishing too much he almost bleeds dry, believing too much he almost thinks it’s real, loving too much he almost fools himself to think otherwise - all of these and more.
“Hyung, sometimes, I think you aren’t really in love.”
“Then what, Seungri? What do you think this is?”
“I think you’re in love with the idea of being in love. I think you love the idea of loving someone and being loved in return - “
“You think you’re so smart - “
” - that you forget the most important part of being in love is - “
” - when all you really are is - “
” - simply feeling.”
” - annoying.”
Jiyong’s got his fingers tangled in his hair. Seungri smells like sweat from dancing too much. He’s sticky and solid against Jiyong’s side but Jiyong doesn’t care. They’re laughing and smiling and sharing tired old stories they’ve recounted a million times before. Seungri looks tired from all the hours they’ve spent cooped up in the dance studio, rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing until they get it perfectly right. It doesn’t matter though. Jiyong can see themselves doing the same thing years and years down the road. Always the same. Will never get old. Will never get tired of. Because the wonderful feeling that Jiyong feels when he’s with Seungri isn’t boxed in one time frame. There is no expiration date to how long Jiyong will need the happy feeling that Seungri gives him.
“Hyung…”
“Ssshhhh…”
“Hyung this isn’t… what it should be, right?”
“No, this isn’t what it can be.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s… simply feeling, Seungri. Simply feeling.”
Because Jiyong has some things that he regrets, and Seungri is one of them.
/
BONUS!
Title: Let Me Spell It Out For You
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jiyong thinks Seungri is spelled V I C T O R Y.
AN: An anon asked me on tumblr: "so who do you think is more clingy now? Seungri has been doing alot of touching lately which has been throwing my friend and I off completely. XD could there be a reversal of clinginess? cause we all know Jiyong is the cling king lol" and I answered it with this.
Jiyong looks at his hands, remembers the feel of soft skin on his arms and the secondhand taste of coffee on his tongue. He smiles at the memory, grasps at the flimsy vision of a dark-haired boy with panda eyes and the buzz of a strong beat drumming in his ears. It’s a hit song in the making.
V I C T O R Y
He writes the title on top of the paper full of messy thoughts (half his, half borrowed). He traces the letters with fingertips that burn and his heart aches just a little, like he’s wrong, like he isn’t right, will never be. But with every curve, every line that he touches - Jiyong thinks, Yeah, this is perfect. This is meant to be.
Maybe.
How long will it take for the feel of Seungri’s touches to fade? Will Jiyong scar?
Maybe.
There’s a soft pat-pat-pat then a gentle knock on the door. A second later, the door opens and yeah, there he is -
“Done.”
“‘kay.”
Jiyong sets the pen and papers aside, follows Seungri out to the kitchen, sits down on his chair.
“Finished a new song?”
“Not yet. You?”
Seungri stirs the pot and serves Jiyong a ladle full of the orange-red stew. Jiyong pours water for both of their glasses.
“Started on 2. Both sucks though.”
“I bet.”
Seungri laughs and Jiyong smiles, tastes a spoonful of the soup and smiles some more. Seungri knows exactly how to cook it the way Jiyong likes it.
“Want to come and record a rough demo tomorrow?”
“Sure. Maybe you can add some rap for one of the thing’s I’ve done.”
Jiyong nods his head. Seungri smiles from across the table, sweet and nice and lovely and Jiyong’s reaching his hand out to -
No.
Seungri sees it though, the small movement and the quick retracting of intentions and Jiyong’s left wondering if he should or if he even still could.
“Hey, it’s not like there are cameras anyway.”
Jiyong is tempted. Should he? But if he were, will it count? Will it mean anything? Will it matter?
It’s a split second decision as he reaches out and ruffle’s Seungri’s hair, messes it up (fingers lingering too long) and leaves it sticking up whichever way.
“Cute.”
“Always.”
The laughter that follows is easy and feels perfect, like the calm after a nonexistent storm. Jiyong feels better, feels like he needed that because the million different ways in which love can be spelled is never enough for him anyway.
V I C T O R Y
That’s his favorite spelling though.
Until when?
Whenever.
:)
/
AN: And done!