round 06, challenge one: entry #01
Title: nothing wrong with coming home
Fandom and Pairing: big bang, gd/top
Rating: pg13
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: word set
Summary: here it goes again.
Warnings: none
"Nervous?" Jiyong yells over the noise, grinning into his ear. "Been a while since we've done a comeback stage." Seunghyun only has a second to throw him an exasperated look (Is now really the time? You couldn't have asked an hour ago?) before the music starts, the partition that shields them from view rising slowly, backup dancers exploding into motion.
It feels fiercely wonderful to be back in familiar territory, spitting words into the same microphones, his body almost thrumming with the heady rush of adrenaline. It's the small details he'll remember: the stark contrast of their hair and their suits reflected at him from the dressing room mirror, the insistent press of their hands clasped together, Seunghyun's face as they careen past each other across the stage, the tiny smile playing at his lips whenever Jiyong catches his eye. When Bom joins them, she's beaming too, choreographed antics lighting her entire face up in a way he hadn't realized he'd missed.
Afterwards, in the costume closet, Seunghyun presses a thumb against the jump of Jiyong's jugular, slick with sweat, and breathes shakily into his mouth, teeth catching against Jiyong's bottom lip. "Nervous?" Jiyong says, laughing.
"Shut up."
He does.
Fandom and Pairing: big bang, gd/top
Rating: pg13
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: word set
Summary: here it goes again.
Warnings: none
"Nervous?" Jiyong yells over the noise, grinning into his ear. "Been a while since we've done a comeback stage." Seunghyun only has a second to throw him an exasperated look (Is now really the time? You couldn't have asked an hour ago?) before the music starts, the partition that shields them from view rising slowly, backup dancers exploding into motion.
It feels fiercely wonderful to be back in familiar territory, spitting words into the same microphones, his body almost thrumming with the heady rush of adrenaline. It's the small details he'll remember: the stark contrast of their hair and their suits reflected at him from the dressing room mirror, the insistent press of their hands clasped together, Seunghyun's face as they careen past each other across the stage, the tiny smile playing at his lips whenever Jiyong catches his eye. When Bom joins them, she's beaming too, choreographed antics lighting her entire face up in a way he hadn't realized he'd missed.
Afterwards, in the costume closet, Seunghyun presses a thumb against the jump of Jiyong's jugular, slick with sweat, and breathes shakily into his mouth, teeth catching against Jiyong's bottom lip. "Nervous?" Jiyong says, laughing.
"Shut up."
He does.