Love Songs
Series: Love Songs.
Title: Noman Barabwa (Look Only At Me) (part 2.1)
Author: bluemonkiesx
Pairing: GDYB/ Jiyong/Youngbae.
Genre: varies.
Length: part two of five.
Author's Note: The lil' mini contest to guess my inspiration for this short fic is still going on! Only one person guess right so far, hiroyukishinji . 4 more people can still win tho! haha.
You slowly open your eyes halfway as you blindly feel beside you to find your lover. But all you feel is the cold sheets. You instinctively sit up, causing your head to spin. You’re alarmed that he isn’t in bed with you until you hear faint foot steps and soft murmurs in the other room.You get out of bed, and slowly shuffle your way to the sound of his footsteps, and find yourself in the kitchen. You blink a couple times at the scene in front of you, Jiyong with his back to you, talking on the phone.
"Ji? What are you doing?" you mumble, not completely comprehending the situation. Your head is still spinning.
He turns around surprised, "Bae! What are you doing up? It’s not even seven yet," he mutters the last part to himself before setting down the phone and walking to you, giving you a hug, letting his arms linger around you.
"You weren’t there," you childishly mumble, still not fully awake. You lean your head against his chest and close your eyes. Everything stops spinning around when you keep your eyes closed and your head still.
He laughs, and softly strokes your back, "Go back to bed, love. I’ll be back in a bit," and with that being said, he lightly pushes you back towards the bedroom.
You stumble your way back , and before your head hits the pillow you're already asleep once again. And it feels like only minutes later that he’s gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up.
"...neh?" you mutter as you just barely open your eyes, not understanding a single thing he just said.
"I said, get up. We’re going out to breakfast," he softly says again, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before walking out of the room.
Once he leaves the room, you let out a groan. Before, your head was only spinning. But now, it's full out throbbing. As you unsteadily walk to the bathroom you wonder what you did last night to cause your head to hurt so much now.
You enter the bathroom, and look at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes have dark circles and you look a little pale. And then you suddenly remember what you were doing last night.
"Aww, come on Youngbae! Just one more shot!" Daesung happily sang, throwing his arm around your shoulder.
"I don’t know..." you mumble. You were clearly already intoxicated. The numerous empty glasses in front of you proved that.
"Bartender! One more shot for my lovely Youngbae!" he obnoxiously yelled anyways. The bartender just rolled his eyes at the two of you, and then passed you another shot of alcohol.
You downed it without even thinking.
You groan once again. You really have to stop going out with Dae, it isn't good. Not when you came home at three in the morning smelling like alcohol.
You study your face in the mirror, looking for any signs that something else happened last night, because after all, you can’t remember all of it. As your eyes drift along your face, a mark on your lower neck catches your attention.
"Fuck," you whisper as you gingerly touch the mark, "How the fuck did I get a hickey?" You jump when you hear a knocking on the door.
"Bae! Is something wrong? You’ve been in the bathroom for a while," Jiyong says from outside.
"N-no, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute," you call out, trying to calm your heart. Shit, you had to go and get a shirt on that would hide the mark.
You quickly down a painkiller, and then wait until you can’t hear anything, and then make a break for your room. Once inside, you hastily pull on a shirt that covers your neck, and then attempt to even your breathing. You had to look casual when you go back outside.
Once you’re sure that you can keep your composure, you walk outside and meet Jiyong in the living room. Without a word, he walks out the apartment and you follow him just as silently, feeling just a little uneasy.
The two of you walk the short distance to your favorite little café, and sit down at your usual booth. The waitress comes over, and sets down a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream in front of Jiyong, and a regular, black coffee in front of you, just like she always does. She gives the two of you a smile and walks away, leaving you alone.
You watch as Jiyong stirs his drink around, mixing the whipped cream and the hot chocolate, and that uneasy feeling grows just a little. You don’t know why, but the silence he’s giving makes you feel incredibly guilty (you’re lying to yourself, you feel guilty about the hickey and you know it).
"So, did you have fun with Daesung last night?" he casually says, taking a small sip of his drink.
"Mhmm," you don’t really trust your voice right now.
"What did the two of you do?" he asks, his eyes are daring you.
"We went to the club and had some drinks...I don’t really remember anything else," you mutter ashamedly, taking a sip of your coffee. You hate it when he gives you that look, where he just dares you to say anything but the truth, as if he already knows everything. How does he do that?
"Seunghyun hyung said he saw you there last night," he sighs ,giving you a look before closing his eyes.
Shit, he's doing it again. That thing where he just dares you to say otherwise. "Oh, really? I didn’t know he was working," you take another sip of your coffee with an unsteady hand.
"Mhm, and you know what he saw?" he opens one eye and gives you a small glare.
"Wh-what did he see?" you stutter out. Shit, shit, shit. How the hell did Seunghyun see you? The club was fucking packed! At least, you think it was. You still can’t really remember. But that’s besides the point. What really matters is whether or not he saw you getting your little love bite from someone other than Jiyong.
He opens his other eye, "He saw you with about fifteen empty shots of alcohol in front of you, Bae. What the hell were you doing? Were you trying to pass out at the bar?" he angrily scolds you.
You cringe a little, then give a small sigh of relief. So Seunghyun didn’t see anything besides you drinking excessively. You could handle that, so long as Jiyong doesn’t have a reason to think you were with someone else.
"Sorry, Ji. But you know how Daesung gets, he just kept buying them for me-"
He snorts in the middle of your excuse, "I don’t care how Daesung gets, that doesn’t mean you have to go and drink as much as he does." He sighs, then continues, "You know I don’t like it when you go and drink."
You take one of his hands, and hold it up to your cheek, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. "I’m sorry, Ji. Tonight will be the last night, I promise."
He gives you a dark look, "You’re going drinking again tonight?"
"It’s Daesung’s last night in town! I won’t get to see the guy again until the wedding, come on, Ji. Just one more night?" and you give him that little pout that you know he just can’t resist.
He gently slaps the cheek you had his hand against, and laughs. "Fine, but I’ll make sure Seunghyun hyung keeps an eye on you. So don’t do anything stupid."
"What would I do? You know I would never do anything that would hurt you Ji, you’re the love of my life."
He just rolls his eyes at you and scoffs.
"Honestly, Ji! I love you. Don’t you ever forget that. I can go drinking all night," he glares at you, "but at the end of that night, you’ll still be the only one in my heart."
He shakes his head and sighs, "Bae, why are you so hopelessly romantic?"
You grin, "Do you really want me to answer that?"
He pretends to shudder, "God, no. I can only imagine what cheesy lines you would say."
You take his other hand, and hold them together, "Can you just do me one favor, Ji?"
He looks at you questioningly, "Depends, what?"
"Can you not believe every single thing Seunghyun hyung tells you? I swear, he’s out to get me. Have you seen the way he looks at you sometimes?" you shudder, "I should be the only one to look at you that way."
He laughs and takes his hands from yours, beckoning the waitress over to order your food. "Fine, fine. But don’t worry. You’re the only one I look at," he assures you.
[A/N] so if anyone can guess what my inspiration was for this short fiction/where I'm going with it, then I will totally write you a drabble. ^^
First FIVE FOUR people to guess it correctly get to give me a prompt and I'll write a drabble(ANY BB PAIRING) for them. buwhaha. Screening comments btw, to keep it a surprise for people who don't want to guess/didn't guess right. lol. I'll PM you if you were right.
HINT: the inspiration came from a song/songs.
Give me the album that the song/songs come from(there's just 1 album).
Trust me, you'll know the album, if you think about it.
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