Love To See You Cry
Title: Love To See You Cry
Author: drunkondesire
Rating: 17+ (just to be careful)
Pairing: G-Ri
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Genre: Angst, Dark, Drama, Romance
Summary: JiYong Can't help but love watching SeungRi cry...
Disclaimer: D= I dont own any of the Oppas but i demand my Panda to be sent to me!
A/N: I got this idea while listening to Enrique Iglesias 'Love to see you cry'. It's a bit dark and JiYong's a little insane. It takes place after the whole scandal with SeungRi oppa please keep in mind i believe SeungRi is grown and can do whatever he wishes. his privacy shouldn't have been invaded like that so please take no offense to this. i hope everyone likes it!
JiYong doesn’t know why but he loved to see SeungRi cry but only if it was him that made it so. He loved when SeungRi cried because of him and those tears trailed down his cheeks, nose becoming slightly pink and his eyes becoming glassy. Loved when SeungRi was gasping for breath because of the sobs and begging JiYong to stop. It always started innocently enough but it never ended that way, not since the scandal and not since SeungRi’s betrayal.
JiYong remembered the day he lost the last bit of sanity he’d had, remembered the day he heard not from SeungRi but a reporter that the young man he’d loved with all his heart had gone and cheated on him. It didn’t stop there though. No of course not. What made it worse was the way SeungRi had left the woman, the way he’d fucked her -cause he couldn’t call it anything else- and then hadn’t said anything to JiYong, hadn’t trusted JiYong. It was like his whole world had suddenly shattered and something dark and cold slithered into his body. Something that wasn’t JiYong but had always waited in the depths of his mind waiting to be released and that is exactly what SeungRi did. He’d released it and shattered the last shred of JiYong’s sanity that he’d kept such a tight grip on. He’d shattered JiYong’s heart. He’d broken his heart and left it utterly un-repairable.
Now… now JiYong could only feel warmth when he tortured SeungRi, could only feel pleasure when SeungRi cried and it was a glorious feeling. It left him feeling alive and in control. He looked at SeungRi’s eyes now, looked at the fear that shone in them as he backed up against the wall. JiYong enjoyed that, enjoyed that fear and the close to tears expression. JiYong crooned loving words of reassurance into SeungRi’s ears, promising to be gentle and loving as he stroked his cheek. JiYong could feel the darkness creeping over, could feel the coldness washing over his body and he lashed out. Tears trailed down SeungRi’s cheeks immediately as JiYong’s slender fingers wrapped around his neck.
Choked sobs and pleads barely making it out of his maknae’s mouth and it warmed JiYong. I love you the words angered JiYong and he struck SeungRi across the face, hissing into his ear that he was a liar. I-I love you, JiYongie a raging fire grew in JiYong as SeungRi sobbed out the words and suddenly he attacked SeungRi’s lips. Bitting so hard the skin broke and he sucked up the blood that came through, SeungRi whimpered in pain and pleasure. JiYong made sure it was rough and painful and that there were marks left over so that SeungRi would remember, so that he would always remember.
OoO SeungRi knew it was his fault, knew that the wild madness in his eyes and the crazed grin on his hyung’s face was his fault. He’d known that their love had been the only thing keeping JiYong together and away from the edge. He’d broken him, he deserved this. That didn’t stop him from being afraid though, that didn’t stop him from flinching every time JiYong touched him and he saw the madness grow. He knew that this was hurting JiYong more and driving him farther over the edge and SeungRi knew that there was a sick part of him that loved it. That loved that he had this effect on JiYong, that he had this… control over JiYong in a way. However, he wasn’t delusional enough to think he really had any control over his hyung.
He feared the nights JiYong beckoned him into his room. The nights JiYong saw fit to punish him for what he’d done, punish him for the mistake he regretted most. So he cried. He cried for JiYong’s lost sanity, cried for his damned mistakes and cried for their twisted but broken love. He cried for the pain they were both in, for JiYong’s psychological pain and for his physical pain. He cried until he couldn’t anymore, till his eyes were swollen and his pleads of love were nothing more than moans. He cried because he knew JiYong loved to see him cry and if that would pacify his broken lover than that is what he’d do.
So tired of crying, hurting, and pleasure SeungRi fell asleep in JiYong’s arms, curling up to the warmth JiYong radiated. JiYong always complained of being cold now but SeungRi knew, he knew that JiYong was always so warm. He didn’t know that it hurt JiYong. It hurt when SeungRi fell asleep in his arms and he couldn’t hold him tighter because that little flicker of JiYong that was just barely there haunted him with images of what he’d done. It haunted him with the knowledge he hurt someone he loved, that he enjoyed watching him cry. He especially enjoyed it when he was underneath him. He enjoyed when he was writhing in pain and pleasure, crying and moaning. Leaning down to SeungRi’s ear he hissed lovingly, dangerously, I love to see you cry…