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Title: Words Will Never Hurt Me
Pairing: GTOP
Fandom: Big Bang
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: General roughness
It's been a long time since Jiyong and Seunghyun have gotten into an honest-to-God fistfight, but judging by how both men are gritting their teeth and staring each other down, it seems like this argument might get physical. And soon.
"I just don't understand why you're so upset!" Jiyong shouts for what he feels is the thousandth time. "Just tell me!" He can feel his face turning red with anger and frustration at his hyung's stubbornness.
"You fucking know what you did." Seunghyun's voice is quiet and cold and Jiyong shivers. He chalks it up to fear and takes a step back as Seunghyun advances on him. The wall stops his escape and he steels himself for what's to come when Seunghyun leans in closer, eyes dark and unreadable. "You know what you did and you're not even sorry, are you? You don't care about anyone but yourself."
"Fuck off!" Jiyong reaches up to shove Seunghyun away, but the older man catches his wrists and pins them against the wall next to his head. Jiyong struggles, friction burning the delicate skin of his wrists as he twists in Seunghyun's grip. "Yeah, I don't care about anyone but myself. That's bullshit and you know it! I care about this fucking band, more than anybody, and I care about all of the people I have to look after--including you, you asshole."
Seunghyun lets go of his wrist only to whip his hand across Jiyong's face, the force of the slap snapping his head to the side.
"You don't fucking care about me. If you did, you wouldn't say shit like you did today."
"Hyung--" Jiyong racks his brain, desperately trying to remember every stupid thing he said during the day, but before he can pinpoint what has Seunghyun so upset, his hyung grabs his chin hard and forces him to look at him.
"Buy you know what, Jiyong? Unlike you, I care about others." And with that, he drops his hands, looks into Jiyong's eyes sadly, and turns to walk away.
"I'll show you how much I care." Seunghyun turns back when he hears Jiyong speak and the younger man tackles him with enough force to knock him to the ground.
Seunghyun groans and Jiyong winces as he whacks his elbow, but he soldiers through the pain, intent on showing Seunghyun how much he cares. Seunghyun is opening his mouth--to yell, probably--but Jiyong takes the opportunity to push their lips together, not even hesitating before sliding his tongue against Seunghyun's. He doesn't have time to enjoy the sensation before Seunghyun pushes him away.
"What the fuck, Jiyong?" Jiyong looks at Seunghyun and tries to push himself closer again.
"I care, hyung. I care so fucking much."
And then Jiyong finds himself flat on his back, Seunghyun's weight bearing down on him. There are hands pulling roughly at his hair and lips dragging down his neck and hips pushing into his. He can feel Seunghyun murmuring into his neck and he strains to hear, picking out the words "fucking bastard" and almost grinning.
They roll across the floor of the room with their teeth knocking, legs intertwining, and fingers pinching and pulling--each trying to gain the upper hand. Seunghyun wins when he latches his teeth onto Jiyong's collarbone--the younger's cry of pain cut short when Seunghyun grinds down hard. Jiyong releases the hold he has on Seunghyun's collar and moves his hand to hurriedly undo the fastenings of both of their jeans.
"Off, off. Fucking get them off." Seunghyun lifts up long enough for Jiyong to yank his jeans down around his thighs and then settles back onto the younger man's hips. Jiyong growls in frustration as he tries to push his own jeans down with Seunghyun in his way. "Fucker."
Seunghyun just grins, an expression that makes Jiyong shiver again (only this time he knows it isn't from fear), and pulls Jiyong's jeans down, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks and stroking quickly. Jiyong moans and Seunghyun leans forward to speak directly into his ear.
"Tell me again. Tell me that you care."
"Fuck you."
"Tell me or I'll leave right now." Seunghyun squeezes their cocks together and bites at Jiyong's ear.
"Fuck. I--goddamnit--I care, okay? I fucking love you, you dick."
Jiyong feels Seunghyun's hand speed up and he bucks his hips into the tight fist, twists his fingers into Seunghyun's hair, and pulls Seunghyun up for a rough, biting kiss.
They kiss until Seunghyun breaks away to let out a low groan as he comes, his grip tightening and pushing Jiyong over the edge as well. Seunghyun collapses onto Jiyong and the two pant into each other's neck until Jiyong pushes weakly at Seunghyun's shoulder.
"You're heavy." Seunghyun rolls off of his dongsaeng and lets his head loll to the side, looking at him intently. Jiyong stares back. "So what was it I said?"
Seunghyun blushed.
"It's stupid, but--that thing about almost falling for me. I thought you knew how I felt about you and were just saying that to fuck with my emotions." Jiyong is a little bit hurt that his hyung thinks he could be so cruel, but he decides to let it slide.
"Well, it's true. Except I didn't almost fall for you. I did fall for you." Seunghyun stays silent Jiyong’s eyes flutter shut when he feels Seunghyun's fingers brush over his cheek.
"Sorry I hit you." Jiyong shrugs off the apology. This isn't the first fight they've had and it won't be the last--he just hopes that making up will be much more fun from now on.
Pairing: GTOP
Fandom: Big Bang
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: General roughness
It's been a long time since Jiyong and Seunghyun have gotten into an honest-to-God fistfight, but judging by how both men are gritting their teeth and staring each other down, it seems like this argument might get physical. And soon.
"I just don't understand why you're so upset!" Jiyong shouts for what he feels is the thousandth time. "Just tell me!" He can feel his face turning red with anger and frustration at his hyung's stubbornness.
"You fucking know what you did." Seunghyun's voice is quiet and cold and Jiyong shivers. He chalks it up to fear and takes a step back as Seunghyun advances on him. The wall stops his escape and he steels himself for what's to come when Seunghyun leans in closer, eyes dark and unreadable. "You know what you did and you're not even sorry, are you? You don't care about anyone but yourself."
"Fuck off!" Jiyong reaches up to shove Seunghyun away, but the older man catches his wrists and pins them against the wall next to his head. Jiyong struggles, friction burning the delicate skin of his wrists as he twists in Seunghyun's grip. "Yeah, I don't care about anyone but myself. That's bullshit and you know it! I care about this fucking band, more than anybody, and I care about all of the people I have to look after--including you, you asshole."
Seunghyun lets go of his wrist only to whip his hand across Jiyong's face, the force of the slap snapping his head to the side.
"You don't fucking care about me. If you did, you wouldn't say shit like you did today."
"Hyung--" Jiyong racks his brain, desperately trying to remember every stupid thing he said during the day, but before he can pinpoint what has Seunghyun so upset, his hyung grabs his chin hard and forces him to look at him.
"Buy you know what, Jiyong? Unlike you, I care about others." And with that, he drops his hands, looks into Jiyong's eyes sadly, and turns to walk away.
"I'll show you how much I care." Seunghyun turns back when he hears Jiyong speak and the younger man tackles him with enough force to knock him to the ground.
Seunghyun groans and Jiyong winces as he whacks his elbow, but he soldiers through the pain, intent on showing Seunghyun how much he cares. Seunghyun is opening his mouth--to yell, probably--but Jiyong takes the opportunity to push their lips together, not even hesitating before sliding his tongue against Seunghyun's. He doesn't have time to enjoy the sensation before Seunghyun pushes him away.
"What the fuck, Jiyong?" Jiyong looks at Seunghyun and tries to push himself closer again.
"I care, hyung. I care so fucking much."
And then Jiyong finds himself flat on his back, Seunghyun's weight bearing down on him. There are hands pulling roughly at his hair and lips dragging down his neck and hips pushing into his. He can feel Seunghyun murmuring into his neck and he strains to hear, picking out the words "fucking bastard" and almost grinning.
They roll across the floor of the room with their teeth knocking, legs intertwining, and fingers pinching and pulling--each trying to gain the upper hand. Seunghyun wins when he latches his teeth onto Jiyong's collarbone--the younger's cry of pain cut short when Seunghyun grinds down hard. Jiyong releases the hold he has on Seunghyun's collar and moves his hand to hurriedly undo the fastenings of both of their jeans.
"Off, off. Fucking get them off." Seunghyun lifts up long enough for Jiyong to yank his jeans down around his thighs and then settles back onto the younger man's hips. Jiyong growls in frustration as he tries to push his own jeans down with Seunghyun in his way. "Fucker."
Seunghyun just grins, an expression that makes Jiyong shiver again (only this time he knows it isn't from fear), and pulls Jiyong's jeans down, wrapping a hand around both of their cocks and stroking quickly. Jiyong moans and Seunghyun leans forward to speak directly into his ear.
"Tell me again. Tell me that you care."
"Fuck you."
"Tell me or I'll leave right now." Seunghyun squeezes their cocks together and bites at Jiyong's ear.
"Fuck. I--goddamnit--I care, okay? I fucking love you, you dick."
Jiyong feels Seunghyun's hand speed up and he bucks his hips into the tight fist, twists his fingers into Seunghyun's hair, and pulls Seunghyun up for a rough, biting kiss.
They kiss until Seunghyun breaks away to let out a low groan as he comes, his grip tightening and pushing Jiyong over the edge as well. Seunghyun collapses onto Jiyong and the two pant into each other's neck until Jiyong pushes weakly at Seunghyun's shoulder.
"You're heavy." Seunghyun rolls off of his dongsaeng and lets his head loll to the side, looking at him intently. Jiyong stares back. "So what was it I said?"
Seunghyun blushed.
"It's stupid, but--that thing about almost falling for me. I thought you knew how I felt about you and were just saying that to fuck with my emotions." Jiyong is a little bit hurt that his hyung thinks he could be so cruel, but he decides to let it slide.
"Well, it's true. Except I didn't almost fall for you. I did fall for you." Seunghyun stays silent Jiyong’s eyes flutter shut when he feels Seunghyun's fingers brush over his cheek.
"Sorry I hit you." Jiyong shrugs off the apology. This isn't the first fight they've had and it won't be the last--he just hopes that making up will be much more fun from now on.