Snippet of Things (a.k.a. Nyongtory) That I Might Finish, I Don't Really Know
Basically fanfictions that I started but didn't finish lol. I'll come back to this and probably add things and whatnot. P.S. It's all Nyongtory/Gri because I am shipping trash. xD
Title: Ce Soir
Pairing: Jiyong x Seungri
Summary: Jiyong was coming home late (again) and being the good maknae (and boyfriend) he is, Seungri waits.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Author's note: First post, just testing the waters because I am not used to LJ at all lol. The title is French and roughly translates to "This night" or "Tonight". Also, Nyongtory is life.
(Seungri knew Jiyong would come home late and tried to stay up with coffee and a movie/show.....but failed lol. Jiyong comes back and sees his maknae sleeping on the couch.)
Seungri reads the text Jiyong sent him earlier, telling him that he was coming home late. Again, Seungri thought, a fond smile lifting the corners of his mouth up. He never knows when to stop, that workholic dragon, he added to himself silently, getting up from the comfort of their bed to fetch a cup of coffee.
Title: Tu Me Fais Mal
Pairing: Jiyong x Seungri
Summary: Loving can hurt.
Genre: Angst....?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Author's note: Copied and pasted draft from my AO3. Tried to fixed the styling in the HTML editor, but I know very little about HTML so I just winged it hehe. I hope it looks okay. Not sure what I was thinking when I was writing this haha....It's probably a result from listening to "Photograph" by Ed Sheeran one too many times. The title is French and roughly translates to "You're hurting me".
Long before Lee Seunghyun became Seungri, Victory, the maknae, he always adored Kwon Jiyong.
His heart beats, seemingly speaking an endless mantra (I love you, I love you, I loveyou, Ilove you Iloveyou Iloveyou---) that he can't speak aloud.
Small moments of affection, whether or not they were in the presence of cameras, always made his heart sing. He would act as if he dislikes it, never failing to dodge almost kisses, but when he curls into Jiyong's embrace after the cameras stop rolling (his other three band members have taken up to making kissy faces and cooing), it's clear as day.
He smiles, hiding away his emotions carefully and treasuring moments in the recesses of his heart.
~~~~~
Sometimes, when he can't take it anymore, when the feelings welling up inside him spill over so much it aches---
He snaps, and he speaks.
Like now.
"Hyung, I love you," Seungri utters quietly, words floating in the silence of the night.
Jiyong smiles sleepily, and Seungri can feel the upturn of Jiyong's lips on the skin of his neck from where Jiyong's face is buried. Burrowing impossibly closer, he mutters, "I love you too, maknae."
His heart aches as he knows that his hyung doesn't love him in the way he wants him to, but he allows himself to be fooled if only for a few minutes as Jiyong's words ring in his ears (I love you too Ilove you too Iloveyou too Iloveyoutoo Iloveyoutoo---), body warm against Seungri's back and limbs entangled intimately in such familiarity that it makes him want to weep.
But he doesn't, only smiles a crooked little smile that no one sees as he tries to press closer to Jiyong, hands intertwined together from where they rest on Seungri's stomach.
~~~~~
With every smile, pulling upwards on the corner of his lips and feeling heavily foreign on his face, he breaks a little bit inside.
Title: Ce Soir
Pairing: Jiyong x Seungri
Summary: Jiyong was coming home late (again) and being the good maknae (and boyfriend) he is, Seungri waits.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Author's note: First post, just testing the waters because I am not used to LJ at all lol. The title is French and roughly translates to "This night" or "Tonight". Also, Nyongtory is life.
(Seungri knew Jiyong would come home late and tried to stay up with coffee and a movie/show.....but failed lol. Jiyong comes back and sees his maknae sleeping on the couch.)
Seungri reads the text Jiyong sent him earlier, telling him that he was coming home late. Again, Seungri thought, a fond smile lifting the corners of his mouth up. He never knows when to stop, that workholic dragon, he added to himself silently, getting up from the comfort of their bed to fetch a cup of coffee.
Title: Tu Me Fais Mal
Pairing: Jiyong x Seungri
Summary: Loving can hurt.
Genre: Angst....?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Author's note: Copied and pasted draft from my AO3. Tried to fixed the styling in the HTML editor, but I know very little about HTML so I just winged it hehe. I hope it looks okay. Not sure what I was thinking when I was writing this haha....It's probably a result from listening to "Photograph" by Ed Sheeran one too many times. The title is French and roughly translates to "You're hurting me".
Long before Lee Seunghyun became Seungri, Victory, the maknae, he always adored Kwon Jiyong.
His heart beats, seemingly speaking an endless mantra (I love you, I love you, I loveyou, Ilove you Iloveyou Iloveyou---) that he can't speak aloud.
Small moments of affection, whether or not they were in the presence of cameras, always made his heart sing. He would act as if he dislikes it, never failing to dodge almost kisses, but when he curls into Jiyong's embrace after the cameras stop rolling (his other three band members have taken up to making kissy faces and cooing), it's clear as day.
He smiles, hiding away his emotions carefully and treasuring moments in the recesses of his heart.
~~~~~
Sometimes, when he can't take it anymore, when the feelings welling up inside him spill over so much it aches---
He snaps, and he speaks.
Like now.
"Hyung, I love you," Seungri utters quietly, words floating in the silence of the night.
Jiyong smiles sleepily, and Seungri can feel the upturn of Jiyong's lips on the skin of his neck from where Jiyong's face is buried. Burrowing impossibly closer, he mutters, "I love you too, maknae."
His heart aches as he knows that his hyung doesn't love him in the way he wants him to, but he allows himself to be fooled if only for a few minutes as Jiyong's words ring in his ears (I love you too Ilove you too Iloveyou too Iloveyoutoo Iloveyoutoo---), body warm against Seungri's back and limbs entangled intimately in such familiarity that it makes him want to weep.
But he doesn't, only smiles a crooked little smile that no one sees as he tries to press closer to Jiyong, hands intertwined together from where they rest on Seungri's stomach.
~~~~~
With every smile, pulling upwards on the corner of his lips and feeling heavily foreign on his face, he breaks a little bit inside.