I Hate This Love Song [Request]
I Hate This Love Song
Jiyong/Seungri | PG13 | Fluff | 1,353
Behind closed eyelids, Jiyong dreamt of the moon and the stars.
A/N: Request fic for tasuku! Yet another fluffy song fic based on Big Bang's Love Song. With all the gri going on lately, my inspiration to write is slowly growing yet again, and I'm trying to finish a pretty long gri fic right now that looks to be nearing a few thousand words :D. Anyways, here's my comeback fic in the form of a request hahah! Enjoy!
I Hate This Love Song;;
I’m scared, this world is meaningless
Take me where you are, a place with the moon and stars
It was things like this that Seungri always seemed to discover when Jiyong was absent, running the world on his two small feet to finish schedules and leaving small lyrical messages in his wake. This time it appeared on the napkin beside a coffee cup half full, remainders of a lip stain just at the edge and a half burnt cigarette just put out in an ash tray of white.
His fingers traced the square of the white napkin, unused and new, the penned out words like printed ink on the smooth surface of the paper, letters and symbols pressed into the fragments. He could feel the indents from the pressure of Jiyong’s hand in the napkin.
Seungri slid the napkin across the table and into his pocket for safe keeping.
The pressure of penned letters bore into his thigh the rest of the day.
Recording for the new album ended at two in the morning that night.
Seungri was already half asleep as they took the elevator up to the dorms. Jiyong had already passed out on Seungri’s firm shoulder, his hand loosely gripping the fabric at his lower back like a child who felt security in the palm of his hand when material was grasped within it.
The ding of the elevator brought Seungri from his delusional state of mind, and as he supported Jiyong’s body with his own, he somehow brought a hand out to wave a short goodbye to the others. The small distance he walked towards their shared room felt like an eternity of never ending struggle and strife, what with Jiyong’s unconsciousness and with an added amount of Seungri’s extreme need for sleep.
He opened the door to the dorm, Jiyong somehow ending up on his back, and he couldn’t even recall when he started piggy-backing Jiyong on his journey to the room. The hair of Jiyong’s head tickled the side of his neck in a way so light and soft it was almost caressing. His dream-like state of being was enhancing the smallest of details, and he knew it himself.
Throwing Jiyong onto his bed only resulted with waking him up, and Seungri almost felt bad for not being gentler when Jiyong’s tired eyes opened ever so slowly, thin fingers reaching up to rub at them and a faint pout appearing on his small mouth.
He glanced at Seungri’s lingering form and crawled under the covers, collapsing his head back onto the pillow.
Jiyong’s mouth was in the pillow as he mumbled, “Hey, come sleep next to me. It’s scary.”
Seungri halted from his retreating steps, his foot squeaking against the shining hardwood flooring beneath and sounding loudly throughout the dorm. He said, “What? I couldn’t hear you.”
Jiyong moved from the pillow and with furrowed eyebrows, looked over at Seungri, “I asked you to sleep next to me. It’s scary.”
Behind closed eyelids, Jiyong dreamt of the moon and the stars.
The sky is of an expressionless faith holding no answers
You’re probably hiding behind the clouds
You’re probably a star
Seungri received the next message in the form of a text.
It was roughly around eleven at night when he felt the buzz of his phone in his back pocket. The dorm was void of anyone but himself that night, Jiyong busy in the studio editing and working on the album. The quietness that surrounded him was unfamiliar on his ears unlike the usual when Jiyong was around, keeping him company as he watched television. Lately, though, the only company he had was the silence.
As he opened up the text, Seungri reread the string of words carefully, trying to comprehend the underlying message. He failed to decipher it.
Jiyong needed a break.
He had been composing for a good seven hours straight in the studio, and as the time neared midnight, he needed some fresh air. The confines of the work room were slowly growing smaller and smaller with each passing hour until it was almost suffocating, and Jiyong needed to step outside for some much needed air which didn’t require sharing it with the others who were helping him on the album.
It was cold outside, enough that made one’s breathing visible and white, and he hadn’t brought anything out but his sweater. He blew warm air into his hands and rubbed them together as a futile attempt to make it less cold, only resulting in making his hands clammy and warm for mere seconds.
The sky was darker than usual that night as he gazed up to its black abyss, trying to search for something, anything, but it was void of any stars.
Jiyong pulled out his phone and sent Seungri a message.
I close my eyes and feel your breath
I dream about you
A smile spreads across my lips
You’re breathing with me now
One morning Seungri doesn’t wake up alone.
At first he felt alarmed and quickly opened his eyes when he felt something tickle his nose. His vision revealed an eye-full of Jiyong’s sleeping face.
It should have been completely normal, it really should have, but Jiyong was acting strange lately in a way that made Seungri flattered. Jiyong wasn’t supposed to look as angelic as he did with the morning sunlight filtering in through the window and caressing the sharp angles of his smooth face. The small breaths that escaped his mouth weren’t supposed to make him smile, and he absentmindedly reached out towards Jiyong’s face, only to pull it back towards his own as he caught a glimpse of written words on the inside of his palm.
A few hours later, Jiyong woke up to his reflection in the mirror and imprints of penned words on his cheek.
In order to cure your loneliness
I’m going to go to you now
The next time Seungri received these poetic streams of words was at one in the morning when he was just about ready to escape into a false reality.
The words were warm on his cold ears, soft and light against his cheekbone, and gentle as they wrapped around his torso, pulling his whole body against a thin chest. He met Jiyong’s smiling face in the darkness, shining and bright and averted his gaze to Jiyong’s chin, anywhere but his knowing eyes and lips because if he didn’t, temptation should get the best of him, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to give in so easily. He still had his pride and ego in times like this.
Jiyong used his head to nudge Seungri’s face to meet his once more, and his gaze stayed fixated on Seungri’s as he leaned his mouth closer. The kiss was open mouthed, and Seungri felt gooesbumps rising on the surface of his skin as Jiyong blew warm air into his mouth.
Seungri fell asleep that night, nose pressed against Jiyong’s cheek.
I’m falling, catch me, hello
The couch that day felt wonderful.
Seungri didn’t admit to himself that it was mostly because Jiyong was curled into his side, playing leisurely with his hand and tracing the lines like he was carving words with the points of his fingers.
They were sitting on the couch in the studio, relaxing as Teddy took over and Daesung was having his turn recording. It was nice, days like these where everything felt relaxed and far from stressful. Seungri couldn’t quite focus his mind, though, on anything but the tickling sensation on the inside of his palm as Jiyong traced messages that took him a few tries to spell out.
He felt the languid press of the “l’s” into the top of his wrist, the “c” as it curved into the bottom of his thumb, the “e” as it swirled into the path of the “c”, all ending with Jiyong threading his fingers through the spaces of his hand and pressing his cheek into Seungri’s boney shoulder.
And Seungri traced words right back into the top of Jiyong’s hand.
You taught me what love was, hello
A/N: Hopefully my next update won't take months again, hahah. I'm actually trying to complete all those requests I've gotten so keep an eye out on my journal :] Anyways, please inform me of any typos or grammatical errors! Comments are always greatly appreciated :]