Sunshine
Title: Sunshine.
Author: bluemonkiesx
Pairing: BAERI Youngbae/Seungri, friendly GDYB.
Genre: fluffy fluff, maybe just a tiny bit of crack.
Length: one shot.
Word Count: 1435.
Author’s Note: Okay, so someone requested this as a Gri, but it totally fit more in the BaeRi category. So, neh ^^
Takes place after the 2009 calendar shoot. buwhaha.
You close the front door and hurriedly walk to your room, hoping that he won’t catch up and try to explain what just happened. It was just really awkward, and you don’t really want to know why exactly it happened. And right in the middle of that thought, you hear the front door open, and quick, light footsteps following you.
"Hyung~" he whines, catching you right before you entered your room.
You sigh and turn around, your hand on the doorknob. "Yes, maknae?" you eye him warily.
"Can we - No, I mean I -" he stutters, turning a light shade of pink. He quickly shuts his mouth, and just stares at the floor, shuffling his feet.
You try not to smile at his cute childlikeness, wait. Did you just think he was cute? Aish, you shake your head at yourself. You really had to sort all of this out before it happened again.
"Let’s talk in here," you mumble, opening the door to your room and walking in. He follows, still not looking up and goes to sit on the edge of your bed. You gingerly ease yourself on the opposite edge of the bed, not wanting to sit too close to him.
"So, um. Yeah. About earlier..." he begins, not really sure of how to start.
"Um...Yeah," you mutter in agreement. Lord, this was going to be awkward.
He took a deep breath, "Okay, well. I just thought that maybe you liked me too because I really like you and sometimes you make it look like you like me back and yeah and then I thought maybe I should just give it a try and so I went for it, but then you obviously didn’t want to and then I just got really confused and yeah," he took another breath.
You just stare at him, not really understanding what he just said, seeing as how he said all of that in one breath. "Um, could you repeat that?" you ask, feeling a little stupid.
He blushes, and tries to reexplain, only to stumble over his words all over again. He stops talking and just looks down at his feet.
You sigh, and decide to take matters into your own hands. "Um, so. Why did you try to...um, kiss me?" you mutter. You really just want this whole situation to go away.
"I, um. I thought that maybe, you liked me, and since I liked you too..." he whispers, his cheeks turning redder. If that was even possible.
"Oh, well. I, uh. Don’t really like guys, like that?" is all your mind can muster to say. He thought you liked him? But, you didn’t like guys, right? At least, you thought you didn’t.
The two of you are silent for a few minutes, just sitting on your bed in the awkward atmosphere before you finally decide to speak.
"But um, it was just fan service," you mentally cringe at the word, "Right? It-It won’t happen again?" You’re not entirely sure that your anxious because he’ll agree or disagree.
You see his eyes dull a little, and he slumps just a tiny bit, "Yeah hyung. It was just fan service," he tiredly says. "It won’t happen again, don’t worry." And he gets up and briskly walks out, but not before you catch his eyes tearing up.
You stare at your door for a moment, confused by Seungri’s actions. You shake your head, you really need to stop thinking about him, and throw yourself across your bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to your chest. You close your eyes and just try to even out your breathing.
And within seconds of you just calming down, someone comes and jumps on your bed.
"Sunshine! What’d you do to poor maknae?" Jiyong croons as he took the pillow from you.
You open your eyes and glare at him, "Sunshine?" you ask. You shake our head. You could feel a headache coming. "And what do you mean? I didn’t do anything to Seungri."
"Then why’d he burst into my room crying and saying ‘Bae hyung!’, hmm?" he countered, raising a single eyebrow at you.
You feel your heart drop, "Crying? Like, literally crying?" you ask in disbelief.
"Mhmm, so what’d you do to him?" he casually asks leaning against you.
"Nothing!" your voice is higher pitched and you see him look at you skeptically. "He was the one who tried kissing me and then when I asked him what the hell it was about he got all werid on me and said he liked me - but how can he like me?! - and that he thought I liked him - how can I like him?! - and then I said I didn’t like him and then he ran out!" you exclaim.
"Um, would you like to repeat that in actual sentences, sunshine? Thanks," he mutters and hits you gently on the head.
You groan, and bury your head in your sheets. This can’t be happening. This whole thing can not actually be happening. And at the same time, your heart hurt a little thinking about making him cry. He doesn’t deserve that.
"Hey, I was talking to you," he says, poking your side. "You know, you really need to just accept the fact that you like him. He was really hurt when you said you didn’t."
You immediately sit up, startling him. "Did you just say that I need to admit that I like him?" You stare at him.
"Do you want me to repeat myself?" He scoffs. "You. Like. Lee. Seunghyun," and he enunciates each word with a poke to your chest.
"Nooo, I don’t," you groan, falling into Jiyong’s chest to hide your red face.
He strokes your back, "Sunshine, yeah to do."
You simply groan again, and try to will the blush to leave your cheeks.
"Go tell him you’re sorry."
"For what?" you mumble, still not wanting to show your face.
"Sorry that you didn’t acknowledge your deep, undying love for him."
You sit up, and glare at him. And he just laughs because your cheeks are still red. "Fine, I might like," you cringe, "him, but I don’t love him."
"Then go tell him! Aish, I swear. All the pretty boys really are dumb," and he playfully pushes you.
You push him back, and then stand up. You might as well go...tell him. You guess. It wouldn’t hurt to...try and experiment with him? You inwardly sigh as you start to walk out the door.
"Ohh, and make sure you kiss him! He’s a good kisser," you whip around and stare at him with wide eyes. He just winks you and then stands up to push you out of your own room.
You walk to Jiyong’s room, because that’s where Seungri probably is, and you stand outside the door. Hesitating before entering. Were you really about to go and tell another guy you liked him? Apparently, you were.
You open the door, and find Seungri sniffling on the bed, and your heart aches a little. It was your fault that he cried. You walk to the bed, and sit down relatively close to him.
"What do you want, hyung?" he sniffs. His eyes are dry now, at least.
"Um, about earlier..." you don’t really know how to say it.
"I already told you, it won’t happen again," he mumbles, not looking at you. He’s blushing again.
"And...what if I want it to happen again?" you question, more to yourself than to him.
He stares at you blankly. "I thought you didn’t like guys."
"I changed my mind?" you’re feeling really dumb right now.
He sighs and nods his head, "You’re confusing, hyung."
"I confuse myself," you mutter and he laughs and then you smile because he’s at least a little happier now.
"So, um. Can I...Can I kiss you?" he mumbles, looking at your lips, and cheeks turning pink.
You gulp. Now or never, right? You silently nod your head yes, and then sit there. Because you sure as hell weren’t going to make the first move.
But that doesn’t seem to be a problem, seeing as how he takes the initiative to lean in and gently brush his lips against yours. And you’re surprised at how soft his lips are, and surprised again that you you’re disappointed when he pulls away. And surprised yet again when you lean in this time, and you kiss him, and you don’t pull away.
Hmm, you guess Jiyong was right. You did like him. And he was a good kisser. But you really don’t want to know how he knows that.