In the Wrong Pt 3
Title: "In the Wrong" 3/10
Author: Andie
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Still pretty angsty
Warning: Ok, this one has just a tiny smidge of onesided-TabiRi.
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: I'm sorry for posting so much but it's rainy outside and I'm really feeling the angst right now!
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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The warm wind swept over his bare chest as he gazed out the window at the star filled night. His blanket had slid down his naked body and was pooled at his waist. A sudden gust ruffled the hair out of his eyes making him close them in contentment. Seungri watched from his hidden place behind the door and longed to be lying next to him instead of-
“Oppa, close the window. I’m cold.” A soft voice called out from her place on the bed and he had to shut his eyes against it. Why was he doing this to him? He looked back up as the window closed with a quiet click. A soft hand ran though her long black hair and he remembered vividly how that felt. Slowly Jiyong closed his eyes and leaned over to place a kiss on her lips. Seungri’s hands felt numb as he watched her smile into the kiss and grab his arm to pull him close.
“Ri? What are you doing?”
He snapped around to see Seunghyun staring at him from the hallway. Oh shit. He knew exactly what it looked like. Here he was peeking through a crack in the leaders door at him and his…girlfriend. With panic, he turned back to the room and prayed to anything and everything the Jiyong hadn’t heard Seunghyun.
The couple was frozen on the bed. It would have been a beautiful picture if it hadn’t been for Jiyong’s dark menacing eyes staring holes into his head. He was already reaching for his pants and Seungri knew he was dead once the leader got dressed.
“I…I…I was just…it’s not…” He stumbled over his words as he backed away from the door. Seunghyun followed him slowly with pity all over his face.
“Ri…” He whispered and reached out to him, but he just turned to runhiderun. A solid hand grabbed his arm and he tried to squirm out of it before he realized it wasn’t Seunghyun…
“What the hell were you doing?” His voice was like ice and it sent shivers over his skin. He stood with his hair disheveled and his pants barely done up. He looked like an avenging angel and it made Seungri’s heart beat rapidly.
“I’m so-”
“Don’t you dare apologize, maknae!” He roared, gripping his arm painfully tight. “I want to know what the hell you think you were doing?!”
“Hyung, you’re hurting me.” He gasped.
“Tell me!”
“Ji, let him go.” Seunghyun’s gravely voice had never sounded so welcome.
“Stay out of this!” He snapped, digging his nails into his arm and narrowing his eyes when Seungri winced. “What are you playing at?”
“I don’t know. I was just-”
“You just like peeking at your hyung?” His voice was like it belonged to someone else. His favorite hyung had never talked to him like that before. Like he got pleasure in his pain. Like he knew all his secrets and was only a second away from telling the world. It made his head hurt and his throat ache in words he’d never be able to say. Seunghyun took a step closer to them and he wished everyone would just go away and let him hide under his covers forever.
“Stop it Ji. Leave him alone.”
“You wish it was you in there instead of me?”
“No, hyung, I-” He tried to pull his arm back as the grip got tighter.
“You like her?”
“NO! Hyung, please-”
“Or maybe you wish it was you in there instead of…her.”
Silence filled the room as Seungri just let go. Let his arm hang limply in Jiyong’s grasp. Let his pride fall away. Let his tears come. Let his heartbeat slow to a sluggish
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“Why are you doing this to me, hyung?” His voice sounded so pitiful hanging in the air. Jiyong looked like he had finally won and it made Seungri so sad to see that lately it was only his pain that seemed to make him happy. He missed when they could just sit and watch a show, laughing at the terrible acting. When Jiyong would snuggle up to him at every opportunity just because he liked the way the maknae feltsmelledmadehisheartbeat. When they were ok with simply being whoever they were.
“Because I can.” he smirked, leaning forward. “It’ll never be you, Ri.”
There was rush of air and he winced in preparation for whatever Ji decided to do next, but found his arm suddenly free. Gingerly he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Jiyong on the ground holding his eye and Seunghyun standing over him with clenched fists.
“You’re such a bastard, Jiyong.”
Seungri stared with wide eyes as his two hyungs glared at each other.
“It'll never happen for you, hyung.” Jiyong taunted as he rose to his feet. His eye was already an angry red.
“Maybe not. But I’m not going to let you ruin him because you can’t handle your own shit.”
Before Seungri could even ask what they hell they were talking about, Seunghyun pushed him down the hall to his own room. He glanced over his shoulder to see Jiyong staring after them looking…lost.
Seungri couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he wasn’t the only lost one.
Author: Andie
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Still pretty angsty
Warning: Ok, this one has just a tiny smidge of onesided-TabiRi.
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: I'm sorry for posting so much but it's rainy outside and I'm really feeling the angst right now!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
~*~
The warm wind swept over his bare chest as he gazed out the window at the star filled night. His blanket had slid down his naked body and was pooled at his waist. A sudden gust ruffled the hair out of his eyes making him close them in contentment. Seungri watched from his hidden place behind the door and longed to be lying next to him instead of-
“Oppa, close the window. I’m cold.” A soft voice called out from her place on the bed and he had to shut his eyes against it. Why was he doing this to him? He looked back up as the window closed with a quiet click. A soft hand ran though her long black hair and he remembered vividly how that felt. Slowly Jiyong closed his eyes and leaned over to place a kiss on her lips. Seungri’s hands felt numb as he watched her smile into the kiss and grab his arm to pull him close.
“Ri? What are you doing?”
He snapped around to see Seunghyun staring at him from the hallway. Oh shit. He knew exactly what it looked like. Here he was peeking through a crack in the leaders door at him and his…girlfriend. With panic, he turned back to the room and prayed to anything and everything the Jiyong hadn’t heard Seunghyun.
The couple was frozen on the bed. It would have been a beautiful picture if it hadn’t been for Jiyong’s dark menacing eyes staring holes into his head. He was already reaching for his pants and Seungri knew he was dead once the leader got dressed.
“I…I…I was just…it’s not…” He stumbled over his words as he backed away from the door. Seunghyun followed him slowly with pity all over his face.
“Ri…” He whispered and reached out to him, but he just turned to runhiderun. A solid hand grabbed his arm and he tried to squirm out of it before he realized it wasn’t Seunghyun…
“What the hell were you doing?” His voice was like ice and it sent shivers over his skin. He stood with his hair disheveled and his pants barely done up. He looked like an avenging angel and it made Seungri’s heart beat rapidly.
“I’m so-”
“Don’t you dare apologize, maknae!” He roared, gripping his arm painfully tight. “I want to know what the hell you think you were doing?!”
“Hyung, you’re hurting me.” He gasped.
“Tell me!”
“Ji, let him go.” Seunghyun’s gravely voice had never sounded so welcome.
“Stay out of this!” He snapped, digging his nails into his arm and narrowing his eyes when Seungri winced. “What are you playing at?”
“I don’t know. I was just-”
“You just like peeking at your hyung?” His voice was like it belonged to someone else. His favorite hyung had never talked to him like that before. Like he got pleasure in his pain. Like he knew all his secrets and was only a second away from telling the world. It made his head hurt and his throat ache in words he’d never be able to say. Seunghyun took a step closer to them and he wished everyone would just go away and let him hide under his covers forever.
“Stop it Ji. Leave him alone.”
“You wish it was you in there instead of me?”
“No, hyung, I-” He tried to pull his arm back as the grip got tighter.
“You like her?”
“NO! Hyung, please-”
“Or maybe you wish it was you in there instead of…her.”
Silence filled the room as Seungri just let go. Let his arm hang limply in Jiyong’s grasp. Let his pride fall away. Let his tears come. Let his heartbeat slow to a sluggish
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“Why are you doing this to me, hyung?” His voice sounded so pitiful hanging in the air. Jiyong looked like he had finally won and it made Seungri so sad to see that lately it was only his pain that seemed to make him happy. He missed when they could just sit and watch a show, laughing at the terrible acting. When Jiyong would snuggle up to him at every opportunity just because he liked the way the maknae feltsmelledmadehisheartbeat. When they were ok with simply being whoever they were.
“Because I can.” he smirked, leaning forward. “It’ll never be you, Ri.”
There was rush of air and he winced in preparation for whatever Ji decided to do next, but found his arm suddenly free. Gingerly he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Jiyong on the ground holding his eye and Seunghyun standing over him with clenched fists.
“You’re such a bastard, Jiyong.”
Seungri stared with wide eyes as his two hyungs glared at each other.
“It'll never happen for you, hyung.” Jiyong taunted as he rose to his feet. His eye was already an angry red.
“Maybe not. But I’m not going to let you ruin him because you can’t handle your own shit.”
Before Seungri could even ask what they hell they were talking about, Seunghyun pushed him down the hall to his own room. He glanced over his shoulder to see Jiyong staring after them looking…lost.
Seungri couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he wasn’t the only lost one.