In the Wrong Chpt 2
Title: "In the Wrong" 2/10
Author: Andie
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Pretty Angsty
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: Ok, i really shouldn't have stayed up until 3 writing this cause i feel like i left out some stuff.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
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It was another two weeks before he was alone with Jiyong. The other three had gone out to buy dinner and left them alone. If he was a little more paranoid he would swear they had done it on purpose to get the two to talk.
Seungri glanced at the locked door that used to always be open to him and sighed. The leader had made a complete 180 after their night together. Sure, he still laughed and joked when everyone else was around, but the second they left, the smile dropped off his face. Every time he glared in his direction, Ri’s chest felt oddly tight. His breath couldn’t fill his lungs, and his throat felt like he’d been screaming for hours. He couldn’t sleep at night either. His panda eyes were staring to rival an actual panda. When he asked Youngbae, he’d just smiled sadly and said it would all work itself out soon.
But Ri couldn’t wait. He could be dying! What would his fans do without the adorable maknae? It was for their sake (really) that he’d sat in front of the computer for the past forty minutes searching countless sites for a reason for his sudden and incurable heart aches. Sadly, all he could find was that he either had chronic heart attacks or…he was literally aching for Jiyong.
Frustrated, Ri closed the internet browser. He really shouldn’t be in love with the leader. Sure, he was engaging and dynamic and kind and sexy as hell, but he was the leader and lately hated his guts. While, Ri was just the maknae who sometimes was allowed to dance and told horrible jokes and couldn’t dress himself and was apparently such a bad lay that once had, a person couldn’t even stand to be around him after.
He sighed again and wandered down the hallway to Ji‘s room. Quietly he ran his fingers over the locked door and closed his eyes praying for the strength to knock. How did it turn out like this? He really didn’t understand what he had done wrong. If he had been so bad in bed, then Ji should have said something! It’s not like he had a problem saying what he really though to the maknae. The past two weeks he’d been, well, brutally honest.
“Seungri, seriously, do you not understand what I’m saying because I am pretty tired of repeating myself. You have to hit on the 5 not the 6! Seunghyun-hyung has even figured this dance out already!”
“Hyung, maybe if you could just show me one more it-”
“Damnit, maknae! I don’t have time to show you the same dance over and over. Everyone else has figured this out. I’m already staying late to teach it to you.”
“I’m sorry, hyung. I’ll try harder. Please just show it to me once more and I’ll get it right. I promise!”
He could hear music playing softly inside Jiyong’s room and he knew he was writing something beautiful. Regardless of what was happening in his life, he could always put it into music. Seungri wished he had something like that. Dancing could only get rid of so much energy. When Jiyong wrote a song he could tell it was therapeutic. But he knew better than to interrupt him when he was creating. He’d made the mistake of trying to talk to him a few days after their first fight.
“Jiyong, could we talk?”
“Can’t you just leave me alone for five minutes?
“Please, hyung. I just need a few minutes. It just feels like you’re really upset with me lately.”
“Look, I can’t do this right now, I’m trying to write a song.”
“I know but I just-”
“Maknae, leave now before I make you leave.”
“I-”
“Look I know you don’t understand because your only job is to show up, sing your part, smile at the camera and collect your paycheck, but I have to write the songs so we can make the album. If we don’t make the album then we get dropped from the company and no one gets paid. So, go run along and practice your smile or something!”
He’d barely had time to get out of the room before he felt tears form in his eyes. He just never knew when to stop. Of course Jiyong was under a lot of stress. He had one of the hardest jobs and Ri wasn’t making it any easier. He’d tried to tell himself that it wasn’t fair of him to take up so much of his time with such trivial problems so he tried to avoid the leader. Of course that only backfired on him even worse. Youngbae had assumed Jiyong had done something terrible to him and yelled for twenty minutes when he thought Ri was gone.
“Well, he’s moping around all the time Ji! He won’t even be in the same room as you. Obviously you had to have done something.”
“I don’t know what the maknae’s problems is. Why don’t you ask him?”
“I did. When I asked him how everything was going, he asked me what constant chest pains and not being able to sleep could be. I had to tell him it would all work out soon.“
“…“
“But we both know that’s not going to happen, don’t we?”
“I can’t do it, Bae. I know what he wants, but trust me, this is the best for everyone.”
“Jiyong, don’t do this to him.”
“It’s already done.”
Seungri really wished he’d known what the hell the were talking about, but there was no way he would ask either of them.
Sighing he turned away from the locked door and walked back to his room. He quietly laid down and hugged his pillow to his aching chest. Not in years had he wished he was back home so much. His mom would have hugged him and told him she loved him and his dad would have patted his shoulder and told him to just try harder. He smiled and swore he could smell his mom’s perfume. He’d been trying. He’d stayed later in the dance studio and perfected the dances so Jiyong didn’t have to show him more than once. He’d been working hard to stay out of his way and insist to Youngbae that everything was fine. He didn’t even notice he was crying until he heard a knock on his door. He swiped at the tears and unlocked the door.
“Who is it?”
“Open the door maknae.”
His heart dropped to his toes at the sound of the leader. He hated that now he almost dreaded talking to him. It shouldn’t have been like that. He opened it a crack and hoped his eyes didn’t look too red and pathetic.
“Yea, hyung?”
Jiyong’s eyes seemed to soften for moment at the sight of his tears, but instantly hardened again.
“Ya!, Your eyes are going to get all puffy! We have a photo shoot tomorrow, maknae! I can’t have you looking like you’re unhappy when we’re supposed to look bright!” He shoved the door open all the way and pulled him into the bathroom. He pushed him to sit on the toilet seat and left to get some ice.
“But I am unhappy, hyung.” He whispered as soon as Jiyong was out of earshot. “What’s the use pretending otherwise?”
“What did you say, maknae?” He pushed some of the ice into a washcloth and held it against his eyes with a quiet ‘hold this there’.
“Nothing, hyung.” He mumbled, shivering as their hands brushed each other “It doesn’t matter.”
“Well I came to tell you that the others called and said they decided to just eat out so you’re on your own for dinner.”
“Oh, ok.” It was now or never. “Hyung, I have something to say.”
“…”
“I know you don’t like me anymore, but I…I really miss you. You were all that made this stuff worth while. I guess I don’t really understand what I did wrong but if you don’t think I need to know then I’ll just have to accept that. Anyways, I guess what I’m trying to say is I promise I’ll work really hard so you don’t have to do my work and yours. I’ll do my best to leave you alone from now on, so don’t worry.”
“…”
He slowly pulled the cloth away from his eyes and was met with an empty bathroom.
“Jiyong?”
He wandered out into the living room and saw that Jiyong’s shoes and coat were gone too.
“Right.” He breathed in deep as he felt the familiar tightness in his chest. He blinked back the tears forming and turned around. There was no sense in getting upset. It was Jiyong. He probably left right after he had told him the news about dinner. He probably didn’t even hear his confession. He had to believe he hadn’t left after because that would just crumble the rocky hold he had on everything. He laid down and breathed in the scent of his world. It was rapidly becoming stale.
Author: Andie
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Pretty Angsty
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: Ok, i really shouldn't have stayed up until 3 writing this cause i feel like i left out some stuff.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
~*~
It was another two weeks before he was alone with Jiyong. The other three had gone out to buy dinner and left them alone. If he was a little more paranoid he would swear they had done it on purpose to get the two to talk.
Seungri glanced at the locked door that used to always be open to him and sighed. The leader had made a complete 180 after their night together. Sure, he still laughed and joked when everyone else was around, but the second they left, the smile dropped off his face. Every time he glared in his direction, Ri’s chest felt oddly tight. His breath couldn’t fill his lungs, and his throat felt like he’d been screaming for hours. He couldn’t sleep at night either. His panda eyes were staring to rival an actual panda. When he asked Youngbae, he’d just smiled sadly and said it would all work itself out soon.
But Ri couldn’t wait. He could be dying! What would his fans do without the adorable maknae? It was for their sake (really) that he’d sat in front of the computer for the past forty minutes searching countless sites for a reason for his sudden and incurable heart aches. Sadly, all he could find was that he either had chronic heart attacks or…he was literally aching for Jiyong.
Frustrated, Ri closed the internet browser. He really shouldn’t be in love with the leader. Sure, he was engaging and dynamic and kind and sexy as hell, but he was the leader and lately hated his guts. While, Ri was just the maknae who sometimes was allowed to dance and told horrible jokes and couldn’t dress himself and was apparently such a bad lay that once had, a person couldn’t even stand to be around him after.
He sighed again and wandered down the hallway to Ji‘s room. Quietly he ran his fingers over the locked door and closed his eyes praying for the strength to knock. How did it turn out like this? He really didn’t understand what he had done wrong. If he had been so bad in bed, then Ji should have said something! It’s not like he had a problem saying what he really though to the maknae. The past two weeks he’d been, well, brutally honest.
“Seungri, seriously, do you not understand what I’m saying because I am pretty tired of repeating myself. You have to hit on the 5 not the 6! Seunghyun-hyung has even figured this dance out already!”
“Hyung, maybe if you could just show me one more it-”
“Damnit, maknae! I don’t have time to show you the same dance over and over. Everyone else has figured this out. I’m already staying late to teach it to you.”
“I’m sorry, hyung. I’ll try harder. Please just show it to me once more and I’ll get it right. I promise!”
He could hear music playing softly inside Jiyong’s room and he knew he was writing something beautiful. Regardless of what was happening in his life, he could always put it into music. Seungri wished he had something like that. Dancing could only get rid of so much energy. When Jiyong wrote a song he could tell it was therapeutic. But he knew better than to interrupt him when he was creating. He’d made the mistake of trying to talk to him a few days after their first fight.
“Jiyong, could we talk?”
“Can’t you just leave me alone for five minutes?
“Please, hyung. I just need a few minutes. It just feels like you’re really upset with me lately.”
“Look, I can’t do this right now, I’m trying to write a song.”
“I know but I just-”
“Maknae, leave now before I make you leave.”
“I-”
“Look I know you don’t understand because your only job is to show up, sing your part, smile at the camera and collect your paycheck, but I have to write the songs so we can make the album. If we don’t make the album then we get dropped from the company and no one gets paid. So, go run along and practice your smile or something!”
He’d barely had time to get out of the room before he felt tears form in his eyes. He just never knew when to stop. Of course Jiyong was under a lot of stress. He had one of the hardest jobs and Ri wasn’t making it any easier. He’d tried to tell himself that it wasn’t fair of him to take up so much of his time with such trivial problems so he tried to avoid the leader. Of course that only backfired on him even worse. Youngbae had assumed Jiyong had done something terrible to him and yelled for twenty minutes when he thought Ri was gone.
“Well, he’s moping around all the time Ji! He won’t even be in the same room as you. Obviously you had to have done something.”
“I don’t know what the maknae’s problems is. Why don’t you ask him?”
“I did. When I asked him how everything was going, he asked me what constant chest pains and not being able to sleep could be. I had to tell him it would all work out soon.“
“…“
“But we both know that’s not going to happen, don’t we?”
“I can’t do it, Bae. I know what he wants, but trust me, this is the best for everyone.”
“Jiyong, don’t do this to him.”
“It’s already done.”
Seungri really wished he’d known what the hell the were talking about, but there was no way he would ask either of them.
Sighing he turned away from the locked door and walked back to his room. He quietly laid down and hugged his pillow to his aching chest. Not in years had he wished he was back home so much. His mom would have hugged him and told him she loved him and his dad would have patted his shoulder and told him to just try harder. He smiled and swore he could smell his mom’s perfume. He’d been trying. He’d stayed later in the dance studio and perfected the dances so Jiyong didn’t have to show him more than once. He’d been working hard to stay out of his way and insist to Youngbae that everything was fine. He didn’t even notice he was crying until he heard a knock on his door. He swiped at the tears and unlocked the door.
“Who is it?”
“Open the door maknae.”
His heart dropped to his toes at the sound of the leader. He hated that now he almost dreaded talking to him. It shouldn’t have been like that. He opened it a crack and hoped his eyes didn’t look too red and pathetic.
“Yea, hyung?”
Jiyong’s eyes seemed to soften for moment at the sight of his tears, but instantly hardened again.
“Ya!, Your eyes are going to get all puffy! We have a photo shoot tomorrow, maknae! I can’t have you looking like you’re unhappy when we’re supposed to look bright!” He shoved the door open all the way and pulled him into the bathroom. He pushed him to sit on the toilet seat and left to get some ice.
“But I am unhappy, hyung.” He whispered as soon as Jiyong was out of earshot. “What’s the use pretending otherwise?”
“What did you say, maknae?” He pushed some of the ice into a washcloth and held it against his eyes with a quiet ‘hold this there’.
“Nothing, hyung.” He mumbled, shivering as their hands brushed each other “It doesn’t matter.”
“Well I came to tell you that the others called and said they decided to just eat out so you’re on your own for dinner.”
“Oh, ok.” It was now or never. “Hyung, I have something to say.”
“…”
“I know you don’t like me anymore, but I…I really miss you. You were all that made this stuff worth while. I guess I don’t really understand what I did wrong but if you don’t think I need to know then I’ll just have to accept that. Anyways, I guess what I’m trying to say is I promise I’ll work really hard so you don’t have to do my work and yours. I’ll do my best to leave you alone from now on, so don’t worry.”
“…”
He slowly pulled the cloth away from his eyes and was met with an empty bathroom.
“Jiyong?”
He wandered out into the living room and saw that Jiyong’s shoes and coat were gone too.
“Right.” He breathed in deep as he felt the familiar tightness in his chest. He blinked back the tears forming and turned around. There was no sense in getting upset. It was Jiyong. He probably left right after he had told him the news about dinner. He probably didn’t even hear his confession. He had to believe he hadn’t left after because that would just crumble the rocky hold he had on everything. He laid down and breathed in the scent of his world. It was rapidly becoming stale.