Unwanted Affection 1/2
Title: Unwanted Affection 1/2
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Humor, and of course, angst
Summary: Jiyong just never knew when to stop with the fanservice. He even went so far as to confess his love. Geez, inconvenient!
Part One~*~ Part Two
A/N: So, i really was working on "A Manic Madness" but i just couldn't seem to write more than a page before starting over. So, here is a two parter that I wrote instead. Thanks for reading!!
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“I love you.” He breathlessly whispered. His eyes were hopeful and he stated it again as if to really let it sink in. “I’ve always loved you.”
Jiyong sat three inches from him and held his hands tightly. His leg was thrown over his thigh and they were so close they were breathing the same air. In other words, exactly like every other lazy day they spent watching tv in his bedroom. Jiyong didn’t understand words like “personal boundaries” or “alone time” no matter how many times he had tried. He usually just looked at him with puppy dog eyes and said something like ’Alone? I’ll go with you!’. And damn him, but he always let him anyways.
So maybe that was why he was sitting shell shocked with the same words running though his head. To use a trite phrase, he felt like he’d been hit by a semi truck. But he sat with wide eyes and tried to think of something, anything to say back to the confession that came out of nowhere. So that’s what he said.
“Out of nowhere…”
“Huh? Seungri, what did you say?” And for some reason his condescending smile, like he knew that Seungri would just accept him and they would live happily ever after, made him angry. How dare he corner him on his one day off and say something like that!
“This is out of nowhere!” Roughly, he shoved his limbs away and stood four feet across the room. “You can’t just barge in here and say things like that!”
Jiyong just smiled that same stupid grin and stood from his place on the bed. “I’m sorry, when would be good time to confess to you, then?”
“Jiyong!” The smile died on his face and he immediately looked crestfallen.
“Ri? Do you really not feel the same way?”
“Feel the-? How can you expect me to have an answer just like that! I-I need time!” Jiyong nodded with wide uncertain eyes. He knew he was hurting the older man by reacting so fiercely, but what the hell? Who said things like that out of the blue? Besides severely disturbed leaders with a maknae-complex?
Jiyong shut the door quietly behind him and Seungri would have bet money on him running straight to Youngbae to tell him how horrible the maknae was being. He knew a lecture was in his future and groaned at his unlucky lot in life. A muffled shout of Seungri! carried from down the hall before he dropped his head in effigy.
Damn, what to do now?
~*~
Youngbae and lectured him for no less than twenty minutes on the importance of considering other people’s feelings when rejecting them. He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to interject with the fact that he hadn’t actually rejected Jiyong. Just, pushed him off.
That thought alone made him clamp his lips together and vow to near breath a word ever again. Of course he should have rejected the leader. It’s not like he was gay. He loved women. All kinds. He was a noona killer!
Except for the times when DBSK came off the stage in front of him all sweaty and energetic and sexual…
He shook his head.
No. There was no way he was gay just because of a little good ol’ fashioned admiration. It was totally normal to have posters of your idols up in your bedroom. It wasn’t his fault if the only one he could find was Xiah Junsu nearly naked dripping with water.
Nope. That didn’t mean anything.
Youngbae had heaved a sigh of annoyance before he gave up at the lack of response and walked away. Seungri felt a little like he had won. But, all elation he might have reveled in shriveled up and died when he saw Jiyong the next morning.
He looked like his world had crashed around him.
His hair was disheveled in that ‘haven’t showered in two days’ way and his face looked paler than usual. He shuffled into the kitchen with the gait of a man on the way to the gallows. What the-? It had only been one day! Seungri understood why they had made him the leader. It took talent to look so broken with only a few hours notice. And he said so.
“Hyung, you really didn’t have to put in all this effort for me.” Every eye in the room shot to him.
“Ef-effort?” Jiyong’s eyes widened and he looked on the verge of tears. Nice touch. Seunghyun’s sharp intake of breath from across the table did little to sway him from his tangent. Come on! There was no way he could be serious! Just how stupid did Jiyong think he was? A few tears and some messy hair were not going to make him hurry his decision up.
Not that there was a decision to make.
Because he wasn’t gay and all that.
Yep.
…
“Seungri, that’s really out of lin-” Youngbae attempted to make sense of the maknae’s attitude, but Jiyong’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“It’s ok, Bae.” His eyes bore into his skull even from across the room. “Maknae obviously doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
He scoffed.
“Oh, and I suppose you do?” Had he been looking in from outside, he probably would have been ashamed at the diva-ness of his pose. With his arms crossed and his hip thrown to the side, the eye roll only served to make him look utterly foolish. Jiyong obviously didn’t think so, though, as his eyes softened at the laughable pose.
“Yea, baby, I do.” He gave a small smile before shuffling back to his room. Youngbae opened his mouth to remind him that he hadn’t actually eaten breakfast yet, but thought better of it when he saw Seungri’s eyes follow the leaders walk back.
Hum…
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It was stifling hot in his room. The type of heat that made you break out into a sweat the second you stepped inside. The sun must have moved closer or something because there was just no way he could be so hot all of the sudden. Jiyong must have been hot too, because he was currently shirtless and dripping. Seungri tried in vain to look away from the drops of water sliding down his back, but gave up after he counted the fifteenth one made a suicide dive into the towel precariously wrapped around his waist.
Jiyong failed to notice that he was even awake despite the volume of the phone conversation he was having. (A/N: ok, quick note: anyone remember the interview where Ri complained that Ji would have phone conversations in his room while he was sleeping? ::hint hint:: ) Apparently something was so damn important that he couldn’t even wait to dry off his toned body before taking the call.
Wait.
toned?
What the hell was going on?
Jiyong sighed heavily, said something vaguely affirmative, and clicked the phone shut. Seungri didn’t even have time to pretend he wasn’t staring before the leader turned around. If he hadn’t been so distracted by how much better he looked from the front, Seungri probably would have blushed at the look of lust he was receiving.
“Believe me, I hate to sever this moment, but until you answer my confession,” his hand folded around his chest, obstructing flat planes from view. Damn him. “it’s no Kwon-body for you.”
The sudden tenseness of the situation far outweighed the terrible name Jiyong had made up for his smoking body. Wait..damn it!
“Although, I think it’s pretty obvious what your answer is going to be.” And there was the smirk again. For some reason it made him want to reach over and smack it right off. Every time he used it, it was in reference to something he “just knew” was going to go his way. Never mind that it typically did.
“I-” Tell him you’re not interested. Just open your mouth and say it! “have no idea what you’re talking about.” What the hell?!
Jiyong’s smirk grew, if that were possible. “Ok. Sure. You just let me know when you‘ve decided.”
A knowing look presented itself and Seungri decided that he had had enough.
Seungri pulled the sheets up higher and turned away. He was too tired to deal with such foolishness. He pointedly ignored the pleasant chills running up and down his body at the thought of a certain someone’s nakedness. Very pointedly.
Faint light spilled into the room from the hallway as Jiyong turned to leave. A whisper caught his attention and reminded him that no matter what amount of smiles or jokes he fronted, Jiyong really did deserve a decent answer.
“I love you, though.”
And soon.
~*~
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, Humor, and of course, angst
Summary: Jiyong just never knew when to stop with the fanservice. He even went so far as to confess his love. Geez, inconvenient!
Part One~*~ Part Two
A/N: So, i really was working on "A Manic Madness" but i just couldn't seem to write more than a page before starting over. So, here is a two parter that I wrote instead. Thanks for reading!!
~*~
“I love you.” He breathlessly whispered. His eyes were hopeful and he stated it again as if to really let it sink in. “I’ve always loved you.”
Jiyong sat three inches from him and held his hands tightly. His leg was thrown over his thigh and they were so close they were breathing the same air. In other words, exactly like every other lazy day they spent watching tv in his bedroom. Jiyong didn’t understand words like “personal boundaries” or “alone time” no matter how many times he had tried. He usually just looked at him with puppy dog eyes and said something like ’Alone? I’ll go with you!’. And damn him, but he always let him anyways.
So maybe that was why he was sitting shell shocked with the same words running though his head. To use a trite phrase, he felt like he’d been hit by a semi truck. But he sat with wide eyes and tried to think of something, anything to say back to the confession that came out of nowhere. So that’s what he said.
“Out of nowhere…”
“Huh? Seungri, what did you say?” And for some reason his condescending smile, like he knew that Seungri would just accept him and they would live happily ever after, made him angry. How dare he corner him on his one day off and say something like that!
“This is out of nowhere!” Roughly, he shoved his limbs away and stood four feet across the room. “You can’t just barge in here and say things like that!”
Jiyong just smiled that same stupid grin and stood from his place on the bed. “I’m sorry, when would be good time to confess to you, then?”
“Jiyong!” The smile died on his face and he immediately looked crestfallen.
“Ri? Do you really not feel the same way?”
“Feel the-? How can you expect me to have an answer just like that! I-I need time!” Jiyong nodded with wide uncertain eyes. He knew he was hurting the older man by reacting so fiercely, but what the hell? Who said things like that out of the blue? Besides severely disturbed leaders with a maknae-complex?
Jiyong shut the door quietly behind him and Seungri would have bet money on him running straight to Youngbae to tell him how horrible the maknae was being. He knew a lecture was in his future and groaned at his unlucky lot in life. A muffled shout of Seungri! carried from down the hall before he dropped his head in effigy.
Damn, what to do now?
~*~
Youngbae and lectured him for no less than twenty minutes on the importance of considering other people’s feelings when rejecting them. He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to interject with the fact that he hadn’t actually rejected Jiyong. Just, pushed him off.
That thought alone made him clamp his lips together and vow to near breath a word ever again. Of course he should have rejected the leader. It’s not like he was gay. He loved women. All kinds. He was a noona killer!
Except for the times when DBSK came off the stage in front of him all sweaty and energetic and sexual…
He shook his head.
No. There was no way he was gay just because of a little good ol’ fashioned admiration. It was totally normal to have posters of your idols up in your bedroom. It wasn’t his fault if the only one he could find was Xiah Junsu nearly naked dripping with water.
Nope. That didn’t mean anything.
Youngbae had heaved a sigh of annoyance before he gave up at the lack of response and walked away. Seungri felt a little like he had won. But, all elation he might have reveled in shriveled up and died when he saw Jiyong the next morning.
He looked like his world had crashed around him.
His hair was disheveled in that ‘haven’t showered in two days’ way and his face looked paler than usual. He shuffled into the kitchen with the gait of a man on the way to the gallows. What the-? It had only been one day! Seungri understood why they had made him the leader. It took talent to look so broken with only a few hours notice. And he said so.
“Hyung, you really didn’t have to put in all this effort for me.” Every eye in the room shot to him.
“Ef-effort?” Jiyong’s eyes widened and he looked on the verge of tears. Nice touch. Seunghyun’s sharp intake of breath from across the table did little to sway him from his tangent. Come on! There was no way he could be serious! Just how stupid did Jiyong think he was? A few tears and some messy hair were not going to make him hurry his decision up.
Not that there was a decision to make.
Because he wasn’t gay and all that.
Yep.
…
“Seungri, that’s really out of lin-” Youngbae attempted to make sense of the maknae’s attitude, but Jiyong’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“It’s ok, Bae.” His eyes bore into his skull even from across the room. “Maknae obviously doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
He scoffed.
“Oh, and I suppose you do?” Had he been looking in from outside, he probably would have been ashamed at the diva-ness of his pose. With his arms crossed and his hip thrown to the side, the eye roll only served to make him look utterly foolish. Jiyong obviously didn’t think so, though, as his eyes softened at the laughable pose.
“Yea, baby, I do.” He gave a small smile before shuffling back to his room. Youngbae opened his mouth to remind him that he hadn’t actually eaten breakfast yet, but thought better of it when he saw Seungri’s eyes follow the leaders walk back.
Hum…
~*~
It was stifling hot in his room. The type of heat that made you break out into a sweat the second you stepped inside. The sun must have moved closer or something because there was just no way he could be so hot all of the sudden. Jiyong must have been hot too, because he was currently shirtless and dripping. Seungri tried in vain to look away from the drops of water sliding down his back, but gave up after he counted the fifteenth one made a suicide dive into the towel precariously wrapped around his waist.
Jiyong failed to notice that he was even awake despite the volume of the phone conversation he was having. (A/N: ok, quick note: anyone remember the interview where Ri complained that Ji would have phone conversations in his room while he was sleeping? ::hint hint:: ) Apparently something was so damn important that he couldn’t even wait to dry off his toned body before taking the call.
Wait.
toned?
What the hell was going on?
Jiyong sighed heavily, said something vaguely affirmative, and clicked the phone shut. Seungri didn’t even have time to pretend he wasn’t staring before the leader turned around. If he hadn’t been so distracted by how much better he looked from the front, Seungri probably would have blushed at the look of lust he was receiving.
“Believe me, I hate to sever this moment, but until you answer my confession,” his hand folded around his chest, obstructing flat planes from view. Damn him. “it’s no Kwon-body for you.”
The sudden tenseness of the situation far outweighed the terrible name Jiyong had made up for his smoking body. Wait..damn it!
“Although, I think it’s pretty obvious what your answer is going to be.” And there was the smirk again. For some reason it made him want to reach over and smack it right off. Every time he used it, it was in reference to something he “just knew” was going to go his way. Never mind that it typically did.
“I-” Tell him you’re not interested. Just open your mouth and say it! “have no idea what you’re talking about.” What the hell?!
Jiyong’s smirk grew, if that were possible. “Ok. Sure. You just let me know when you‘ve decided.”
A knowing look presented itself and Seungri decided that he had had enough.
Seungri pulled the sheets up higher and turned away. He was too tired to deal with such foolishness. He pointedly ignored the pleasant chills running up and down his body at the thought of a certain someone’s nakedness. Very pointedly.
Faint light spilled into the room from the hallway as Jiyong turned to leave. A whisper caught his attention and reminded him that no matter what amount of smiles or jokes he fronted, Jiyong really did deserve a decent answer.
“I love you, though.”
And soon.
~*~