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Title: Love and Logic
Pairing: G-ri
Rating: PG
“Do you believe in love?” Seung-ri asks, opening another can and pushing it across the table. He’s being polite, so it’s a treat.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Ji-yong runs his fingers over the label, making his slightly bothered thinky face. Seung-ri waits.
“Because it doesn’t make sense,” Ji-yong concludes after a large swing of beer.
“A lot of things don’t make sense,” Seung-ri replies easily. That’s the problem with Seung-ri, he loves to argue.
Ji-yong snorts. “Like you,” he says.
“Yeah, and I don’t love you. So there are a lot of things that don’t make sense.”
Glaring, Ji-yong wonders if he should grab Seung-ri’s beer and toss it out of reach while he has the chance. Seung-ri ends up talking strangely when he’s drunk sometimes, and then Ji-yong has to play the puzzle game. He reaches… but it’s too late. There’s a snap, and another can is opened.
“Your sense of fashion doesn’t make sense. I mean, fine, I like your jackets, but boys are not allowed to wear knee high socks. Not outside the bedroom. And your lyrics are just absurd sometimes --- you don’t have ‘swagger’, hyung. You just walk funny.”
Ji-yong splutters, because intentionally or not, Seung-ri is making his diaphragm jump and Ji-yong hiccups, laughing. “Why, thank you,” he manages as he wipes beer off his chin and wonders why Seung-ri’s point of view always is so shrewd.
“I’m making a point. Why do you say you don’t care what other people think about you when you’re so vain?”
Ji-yong groans. Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen.
“You talk about how cool and awesome you are and then you come home, you put your glasses on and huddle up like a big nerd with your note book. Not cool, hyung. You talk about setting examples only to reach for cigarettes.” Seung-ri tilts his head. “When there are so many things about you that don’t make any sense at all, how can you say that love does not? Surely it is more likely to exist than you are.”
Huffing, Ji-yong steals what it left in Seung-ri’s bottle. He doesn’t say anything. It’s always hard to argue with Seung-ri - not because he’s always right, but because he has a way with words and it’s hard to poke a hole into his bubble of thought.
“So do you believe in love, hyung?”
Ji-yong puts his can away. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I want to.”
End.
Pairing: G-ri
Rating: PG
“Do you believe in love?” Seung-ri asks, opening another can and pushing it across the table. He’s being polite, so it’s a treat.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Ji-yong runs his fingers over the label, making his slightly bothered thinky face. Seung-ri waits.
“Because it doesn’t make sense,” Ji-yong concludes after a large swing of beer.
“A lot of things don’t make sense,” Seung-ri replies easily. That’s the problem with Seung-ri, he loves to argue.
Ji-yong snorts. “Like you,” he says.
“Yeah, and I don’t love you. So there are a lot of things that don’t make sense.”
Glaring, Ji-yong wonders if he should grab Seung-ri’s beer and toss it out of reach while he has the chance. Seung-ri ends up talking strangely when he’s drunk sometimes, and then Ji-yong has to play the puzzle game. He reaches… but it’s too late. There’s a snap, and another can is opened.
“Your sense of fashion doesn’t make sense. I mean, fine, I like your jackets, but boys are not allowed to wear knee high socks. Not outside the bedroom. And your lyrics are just absurd sometimes --- you don’t have ‘swagger’, hyung. You just walk funny.”
Ji-yong splutters, because intentionally or not, Seung-ri is making his diaphragm jump and Ji-yong hiccups, laughing. “Why, thank you,” he manages as he wipes beer off his chin and wonders why Seung-ri’s point of view always is so shrewd.
“I’m making a point. Why do you say you don’t care what other people think about you when you’re so vain?”
Ji-yong groans. Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen.
“You talk about how cool and awesome you are and then you come home, you put your glasses on and huddle up like a big nerd with your note book. Not cool, hyung. You talk about setting examples only to reach for cigarettes.” Seung-ri tilts his head. “When there are so many things about you that don’t make any sense at all, how can you say that love does not? Surely it is more likely to exist than you are.”
Huffing, Ji-yong steals what it left in Seung-ri’s bottle. He doesn’t say anything. It’s always hard to argue with Seung-ri - not because he’s always right, but because he has a way with words and it’s hard to poke a hole into his bubble of thought.
“So do you believe in love, hyung?”
Ji-yong puts his can away. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I want to.”
End.