I go bisexual for you
Title : Don't Forget to Breathe
Pairing : G-Ri
Rating : PG13
Status : Oneshot
Summary : Sometimes, lyrics make good hook up lines too.
Word Count: 706
A/N: Strange, very strange crack. Not so much so in the plot line, but rather, I think I didn't write it that well. I fail at crack /cries. I tried, so I'm sorry if it's bad. Oh and warning for awkward grammar.
He looked at her, mesmerized.
“Hey gorgeous,”
She didn’t move. Did she not hear him?
Jiyong stepped forward and slung his arm around her slim waist. He nuzzled his own beautiful face into the crook of her neck and then rested his cheek on her shoulder.
“Sweet amazing baby,” he purred.
Jiyong turned to face her, eyes hooded. He didn’t waste a second. Leaning in, he closed the distance between them. Jiyong parted her unwilling lips with his tongue and deepened the kiss. His lips were pushed so hard against her that it almost hurt. But he didn’t care. Instead, he pressed his body against her.
When he finally broke apart gasping for air, he had a devilish grin on his face. His pretty, pretty face couldn’t hide how drunk he was.
“I know you want it baby,” Jiyong licked his lips and stumbled backwards only for the woman to grab a hold of his wrist, stabling him.
She glared at Jiyong and removed her perfect ass from the barstool. Wordlessly, she steered herself and Jiyong through the crowd and out the club. They made their way to the hotel’s elevator lobby and the woman twirled her brunette locks impatiently.
“Whose ro-…?” Jiyong asked
“Shut up,”
Jiyong shut up. Her voice sounded kind of low, kind of… manly. But he could deal with that. He could deal with a lot of things for sex. He was rather deprived as of late. She seemed kind of aggressive, kind of like the type that would lead. He only hoped she would let him top, or if not, bottoming was fine too. Anything, really.
She slid the card into the door and it clicked open.
This time, it was Jiyong who was impatient. The second they entered the room, he was kissing her with her back against the door, his hands flittering all over her perfect… nonexistent body.
Confused, Jiyong took a step back and cocked his head, taking a good look at her. He didn’t get it.
Sighing, the woman in front of him slid past him and entered the bathroom. She came out with a glass of water in hand and proceeded to dump the liquid on to Jiyong.
The now drenched Jiyong blinked.
“Sober yet, hyung?”
“Huh?”
“God damn it, I think you’re blind. It’s me, you know, Seungri? Lee fucking Seunghyun?”
“But… but you have long hair!” It was the best that Jiyong could come up with, what with his current state of mind.
Seungri pulled the brunette wig off his head and dropped it onto the floor.
Jiyong gaped, open mouthed, at Seungri and then at the wig.
“Fuck.”
Seungri rolled his eyes at Jiyong who was currently making mindless hand gestures in an attempt to make his mind comprehend the current situation.
“I’m taking a shower.”
Seungri throws Jiyong a look and Jiyong responds with a dumb nod.
A while later, Seungri walks out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on his waist.
“I’ve been thinking, Seungri yah,” Jiyong, who was previously lying on the hotel bed, sat up and looked at Seungri.
“Yeah hyung, what?” Seungri walked over, toweling his hair.
Jiyong slides to the edge of the bed and motions for Seungri to sit down next to him.
“Your wig, it’s kind of disgusting,” Seungri doesn’t know how to react so he just sits there and nods.
“You’re nowhere near as attractive as I am as a woman, and you really do need to explain what you were doing cross-dressing in public,”
Seungri doesn’t know whether or not its normal to feel offended at Jiyong’s statement. “Wha-“
“Shh,” Jiyong puts a finger to Seungri’s lips. “Let’s leave the explaining for later, because right now,” Jiyong pauses and a grin plays on his beautiful face. He leans into Seungri and strokes the younger man’s right cheek. “Right now, it’s you and me, hardcore.” Jiyong whispers.
“Fuck you, hyung” Seungri laughs, “Do you always use your lyrics to hook up with people?”
“Shh baby,”
“You’re unbelievable,”
“Well at least someone knows how to appreciate me,”
“Hyung-“
“Ugh, gorgeous, you’re talking to much,”
“Wait, where are you touching?!”
“Do you want to shut up, or do I have to make you?”
Pairing : G-Ri
Rating : PG13
Status : Oneshot
Summary : Sometimes, lyrics make good hook up lines too.
Word Count: 706
A/N: Strange, very strange crack. Not so much so in the plot line, but rather, I think I didn't write it that well. I fail at crack /cries. I tried, so I'm sorry if it's bad. Oh and warning for awkward grammar.
He looked at her, mesmerized.
“Hey gorgeous,”
She didn’t move. Did she not hear him?
Jiyong stepped forward and slung his arm around her slim waist. He nuzzled his own beautiful face into the crook of her neck and then rested his cheek on her shoulder.
“Sweet amazing baby,” he purred.
Jiyong turned to face her, eyes hooded. He didn’t waste a second. Leaning in, he closed the distance between them. Jiyong parted her unwilling lips with his tongue and deepened the kiss. His lips were pushed so hard against her that it almost hurt. But he didn’t care. Instead, he pressed his body against her.
When he finally broke apart gasping for air, he had a devilish grin on his face. His pretty, pretty face couldn’t hide how drunk he was.
“I know you want it baby,” Jiyong licked his lips and stumbled backwards only for the woman to grab a hold of his wrist, stabling him.
She glared at Jiyong and removed her perfect ass from the barstool. Wordlessly, she steered herself and Jiyong through the crowd and out the club. They made their way to the hotel’s elevator lobby and the woman twirled her brunette locks impatiently.
“Whose ro-…?” Jiyong asked
“Shut up,”
Jiyong shut up. Her voice sounded kind of low, kind of… manly. But he could deal with that. He could deal with a lot of things for sex. He was rather deprived as of late. She seemed kind of aggressive, kind of like the type that would lead. He only hoped she would let him top, or if not, bottoming was fine too. Anything, really.
She slid the card into the door and it clicked open.
This time, it was Jiyong who was impatient. The second they entered the room, he was kissing her with her back against the door, his hands flittering all over her perfect… nonexistent body.
Confused, Jiyong took a step back and cocked his head, taking a good look at her. He didn’t get it.
Sighing, the woman in front of him slid past him and entered the bathroom. She came out with a glass of water in hand and proceeded to dump the liquid on to Jiyong.
The now drenched Jiyong blinked.
“Sober yet, hyung?”
“Huh?”
“God damn it, I think you’re blind. It’s me, you know, Seungri? Lee fucking Seunghyun?”
“But… but you have long hair!” It was the best that Jiyong could come up with, what with his current state of mind.
Seungri pulled the brunette wig off his head and dropped it onto the floor.
Jiyong gaped, open mouthed, at Seungri and then at the wig.
“Fuck.”
Seungri rolled his eyes at Jiyong who was currently making mindless hand gestures in an attempt to make his mind comprehend the current situation.
“I’m taking a shower.”
Seungri throws Jiyong a look and Jiyong responds with a dumb nod.
A while later, Seungri walks out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on his waist.
“I’ve been thinking, Seungri yah,” Jiyong, who was previously lying on the hotel bed, sat up and looked at Seungri.
“Yeah hyung, what?” Seungri walked over, toweling his hair.
Jiyong slides to the edge of the bed and motions for Seungri to sit down next to him.
“Your wig, it’s kind of disgusting,” Seungri doesn’t know how to react so he just sits there and nods.
“You’re nowhere near as attractive as I am as a woman, and you really do need to explain what you were doing cross-dressing in public,”
Seungri doesn’t know whether or not its normal to feel offended at Jiyong’s statement. “Wha-“
“Shh,” Jiyong puts a finger to Seungri’s lips. “Let’s leave the explaining for later, because right now,” Jiyong pauses and a grin plays on his beautiful face. He leans into Seungri and strokes the younger man’s right cheek. “Right now, it’s you and me, hardcore.” Jiyong whispers.
“Fuck you, hyung” Seungri laughs, “Do you always use your lyrics to hook up with people?”
“Shh baby,”
“You’re unbelievable,”
“Well at least someone knows how to appreciate me,”
“Hyung-“
“Ugh, gorgeous, you’re talking to much,”
“Wait, where are you touching?!”
“Do you want to shut up, or do I have to make you?”