a fanfic by your's truely: Fierce at the Heart with Fire
Brr-rrr-rrring
Young Bae peeks his head from under his pillows. He glances at the name and feels his heart stop. With shaking fingers he picks up the phone. He really doesn’t know if he could speak, let alone what he was going to say.
“A-A-Annyeong” His voice was shaking and he really should be stronger than this. He sits up in his bed and fakes a cough, “Annyeong” he tries again.
“Young Bae,” a voice whispers. Young Bae feels tears in his eyes and he’s barely able to respond.
“Ba-Hansol” he can barely get his name out. It’s been months since he called. Months since they’ve done more than say casual hellos to each other while passing through the YG building or during dance practice. Hearing him after so long literally feels like a bullet through the chest and he’s finding it hard to breathe.
“Young Bae-ah, can we..” it seems like Sol was having trouble getting his words out too. “Can we talk please…please.” Young Bae could hear the tears from his voice and it was making him tear up too -and he wasn’t one to cry.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to do. He really didn’t need the drama in his life right now and he told himself that this year he would stop letting himself be jerked around by other people, with Sol being number 1 on that list. But God did he love him and he couldn’t turn him away even if he wanted to, he’s proven that time and time again.
“Of course,”
“Can you open the door then?”
Young Bae had a moment of what-the-fuckness, when the world just kind of loops on itself. Was Sol seriously outside his door? Like for real? That little bitch, Young Bae thinks. And suddenly this brings back all the memories of when he’s been outside his door, after having not spoken to him for weeks expecting a warm welcome and some comeback sex. Well fuck that shit, and now Young Bae was pissed.
“Are you seriously outside my fucking door?” Young Bae could feel his voice rising and he tried to focus on the fact that Daesung and Seunghyun were next door.
“Like what the fuck? Why are you doing this to me? Like seriously why?” Young Bae could feel himself tearing up and goddamn did he hate himself. And hated himself for even trying to argue cause he knew that at the end he’s going to open the damn door anyway, like he always does.
“Young Bae please, I’m sorry but I miss you…I love you.” At this Young Bae has to scoff, the fucking asshole. “Baby please just open the door.”
“No, can you go back home? Can you go back to that whore you’ve been with?” And right now Youngbae just wants him gone and all the joy from hearing his voice has disappeared.
“If you don’t open I’m going to just start pounding and you don’t want me waking up Seungri and Ji Yong.” At least now it sounded like Hansol was getting frustrated too.
Young Bae stays quiet on the phone.
“Are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” and Young Bae goes downstairs to open the door.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
-Rihanna, Love The Way You Lie pt. 2
Young Bae peeks his head from under his pillows. He glances at the name and feels his heart stop. With shaking fingers he picks up the phone. He really doesn’t know if he could speak, let alone what he was going to say.
“A-A-Annyeong” His voice was shaking and he really should be stronger than this. He sits up in his bed and fakes a cough, “Annyeong” he tries again.
“Young Bae,” a voice whispers. Young Bae feels tears in his eyes and he’s barely able to respond.
“Ba-Hansol” he can barely get his name out. It’s been months since he called. Months since they’ve done more than say casual hellos to each other while passing through the YG building or during dance practice. Hearing him after so long literally feels like a bullet through the chest and he’s finding it hard to breathe.
“Young Bae-ah, can we..” it seems like Sol was having trouble getting his words out too. “Can we talk please…please.” Young Bae could hear the tears from his voice and it was making him tear up too -and he wasn’t one to cry.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to do. He really didn’t need the drama in his life right now and he told himself that this year he would stop letting himself be jerked around by other people, with Sol being number 1 on that list. But God did he love him and he couldn’t turn him away even if he wanted to, he’s proven that time and time again.
“Of course,”
“Can you open the door then?”
Young Bae had a moment of what-the-fuckness, when the world just kind of loops on itself. Was Sol seriously outside his door? Like for real? That little bitch, Young Bae thinks. And suddenly this brings back all the memories of when he’s been outside his door, after having not spoken to him for weeks expecting a warm welcome and some comeback sex. Well fuck that shit, and now Young Bae was pissed.
“Are you seriously outside my fucking door?” Young Bae could feel his voice rising and he tried to focus on the fact that Daesung and Seunghyun were next door.
“Like what the fuck? Why are you doing this to me? Like seriously why?” Young Bae could feel himself tearing up and goddamn did he hate himself. And hated himself for even trying to argue cause he knew that at the end he’s going to open the damn door anyway, like he always does.
“Young Bae please, I’m sorry but I miss you…I love you.” At this Young Bae has to scoff, the fucking asshole. “Baby please just open the door.”
“No, can you go back home? Can you go back to that whore you’ve been with?” And right now Youngbae just wants him gone and all the joy from hearing his voice has disappeared.
“If you don’t open I’m going to just start pounding and you don’t want me waking up Seungri and Ji Yong.” At least now it sounded like Hansol was getting frustrated too.
Young Bae stays quiet on the phone.
“Are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” and Young Bae goes downstairs to open the door.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
-Rihanna, Love The Way You Lie pt. 2