Walk Away
Title:Walk Away
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama
Paring: GRI
Summary: He watched the scene unfold around him like a car accident.
~*~
He watched the scene unfold around him like a car accident. It was horrible and gut wrenching, but he couldn’t force himself to look away. Jiyong’s hand slid down the side of her arm and it felt like having a limb removed as he forced himself not to walk over and stop it. The leaders hand touched hers so gently that he felt sick.
~*~
His back hit the wall and lips tore into his.
“Little fucking slut.” It was whispered in his ear like a bullet and he nearly ached from the direct hit. A moan escaped instead. Jiyong took it as a positive sign and tore his clothing from his shaking body. There were no more words, but his clenched hands and narrowed eyes said everything.
He bled more than usual, but Jiyong still left him on the floor panting against the wall, like usual.
He wondered how long it would take to get used to the ache of watching him walk away.
~*~
Jiyong smiled and she laughed and together they looked just so fucking perfect that he had to turn away. His numb feet carried him to the kitchen where the silence was not nearly as thick. He took a mostly full bottle of something dark and foul smelling and hid it inside his jacket. It only took one more glance back at Jiyong’s arm around her waist to send him running down the hall to his room.
Never mind that it was supposed to be his birthday party, when Jiyong had brought a pretty little 20-something through the door with a grin so pure it physically hurt him to see, he knew the night was doomed.
His door clicked shut, but he noises from the party infiltrated and he cursed thin walls. The bottle against his chest chilled his already cold body. He threw the cap across the room in misplaced anger and downed as much as he could with out gagging in one go.
~*~
The alcohol burned his throat, but Jiyong just laughed at him.
“If you can’t handle it, then go back inside.”
He forced himself to not grimace and took a long pull from the bottle between then. Jiyong still scoffed at his cough.
“Just go away Seungri.”
He shook his head and took another drink, determined to do it right. Jiyong tore the bottle from his hand and turned away.
He used to think the opposite of love was hate, but with Jiyong’s back to him he realized how wrong he was.
It was indifference.
~*~
A small drop of water fell to the leg of his jeans before he could wipe it away. He took a longer drink and threw the bottle across the room with all the force of a broken heart. His scream tore out of his mouth with out his permission and before he could pull it back in, the whole apartment dropped into silence. His hands tembled at what that meant.
There were quiet murmurs outside his door before a solid knock echoed though the room. He felt his heart hammering in his chest. Jiyong didn’t wait for a response before he sauntered in with all the gait of a man who had everything.
His eye were cold again and he shivered under their weight.
“Damn it, maknae.” He didn’t say anymore. They both knew he didn’t need to. He could easily see the rum still sliding down the wall and his red eyes.
“Is he ok?” A softer voice called from out in the hall and his whole body tensed. Jiyong’s eyes actually lit up and he thought that might have hurt more than anything.
Jiyong stared at him for a long moment as if deciding something before he took a step back towards the door.
Towards her.
His chest felt tight as he realized exactly what he had been deciding.
The door had never sounded so hollow as it was shut behind Jiyong, walking away with her while he sat surrounded by madness and broken bottles.
~*~
“I love you.”
He thought there would have been words or violence or something, but the empty look he received. Jiyong stared back at him like a broken doll.
“Hy-” He tried to reach for him, but Jiyong just shook his head and walked away.
He walked away with his hand still reaching out to him. He scoffed bitterly when he realized it had always been this way.
He would always reach out for Jiyong and Jiyong would always walk away.
~*~
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Drama
Paring: GRI
Summary: He watched the scene unfold around him like a car accident.
~*~
He watched the scene unfold around him like a car accident. It was horrible and gut wrenching, but he couldn’t force himself to look away. Jiyong’s hand slid down the side of her arm and it felt like having a limb removed as he forced himself not to walk over and stop it. The leaders hand touched hers so gently that he felt sick.
~*~
His back hit the wall and lips tore into his.
“Little fucking slut.” It was whispered in his ear like a bullet and he nearly ached from the direct hit. A moan escaped instead. Jiyong took it as a positive sign and tore his clothing from his shaking body. There were no more words, but his clenched hands and narrowed eyes said everything.
He bled more than usual, but Jiyong still left him on the floor panting against the wall, like usual.
He wondered how long it would take to get used to the ache of watching him walk away.
~*~
Jiyong smiled and she laughed and together they looked just so fucking perfect that he had to turn away. His numb feet carried him to the kitchen where the silence was not nearly as thick. He took a mostly full bottle of something dark and foul smelling and hid it inside his jacket. It only took one more glance back at Jiyong’s arm around her waist to send him running down the hall to his room.
Never mind that it was supposed to be his birthday party, when Jiyong had brought a pretty little 20-something through the door with a grin so pure it physically hurt him to see, he knew the night was doomed.
His door clicked shut, but he noises from the party infiltrated and he cursed thin walls. The bottle against his chest chilled his already cold body. He threw the cap across the room in misplaced anger and downed as much as he could with out gagging in one go.
~*~
The alcohol burned his throat, but Jiyong just laughed at him.
“If you can’t handle it, then go back inside.”
He forced himself to not grimace and took a long pull from the bottle between then. Jiyong still scoffed at his cough.
“Just go away Seungri.”
He shook his head and took another drink, determined to do it right. Jiyong tore the bottle from his hand and turned away.
He used to think the opposite of love was hate, but with Jiyong’s back to him he realized how wrong he was.
It was indifference.
~*~
A small drop of water fell to the leg of his jeans before he could wipe it away. He took a longer drink and threw the bottle across the room with all the force of a broken heart. His scream tore out of his mouth with out his permission and before he could pull it back in, the whole apartment dropped into silence. His hands tembled at what that meant.
There were quiet murmurs outside his door before a solid knock echoed though the room. He felt his heart hammering in his chest. Jiyong didn’t wait for a response before he sauntered in with all the gait of a man who had everything.
His eye were cold again and he shivered under their weight.
“Damn it, maknae.” He didn’t say anymore. They both knew he didn’t need to. He could easily see the rum still sliding down the wall and his red eyes.
“Is he ok?” A softer voice called from out in the hall and his whole body tensed. Jiyong’s eyes actually lit up and he thought that might have hurt more than anything.
Jiyong stared at him for a long moment as if deciding something before he took a step back towards the door.
Towards her.
His chest felt tight as he realized exactly what he had been deciding.
The door had never sounded so hollow as it was shut behind Jiyong, walking away with her while he sat surrounded by madness and broken bottles.
~*~
“I love you.”
He thought there would have been words or violence or something, but the empty look he received. Jiyong stared back at him like a broken doll.
“Hy-” He tried to reach for him, but Jiyong just shook his head and walked away.
He walked away with his hand still reaching out to him. He scoffed bitterly when he realized it had always been this way.
He would always reach out for Jiyong and Jiyong would always walk away.
~*~