why does the world spin
>> 1.they kill angels in their backyard // seunghyun/seungri.
>> 2.all that glitters // jonghyun/seungri.
>> pg13. for content, language and homo-ness.
>> this is not real okay. i don't own them.
>> two drabbles with too little words and not enough content.
>> once upon a time, rawryaoi wants jonghyun/seungri. once upon a time, unactivist wants addict!au. once upon a time, i can't really deal with peer pressure. hence the fail. and i'm playing with formatting again this time around.
>> comments are appreciated and loved for infinity!
they kill angels in their backyard
{ seunghyun/seungri; addict!au }
"hyung."
seunghyun is patient (that voice in his head laughs no, not really, silly boy just keeps on laughing) and when he peels away layers of fabrics, he counts the flickers of fear in seungri's eyes because he wants to remember them so, so badly. his memory slips and slides, more often now with each line of white powder saturated in his blood but seunghyun doesn't want to forget this, please please. his hands fumble with folds and creases until he finds smooth skin and seunghyun bites his lip. god, he's hungry isn't he no no starving actually he's been such a good boy, such an obedient boy surely it's okay to get a taste?
seungri inhales, sharp and terrified and so very young, when seunghyun's teeth scrapes the soft juncture between his neck and shoulder.
"hyung, please-"
"shhh..." seunghyun wraps a hand over seungri's trembling lips, hides those whispers and they're secrets between silks and shadows. seunghyun likes that. likes silences when his mind scrambles with voices and laughter that aren't his. "they'll hear us. they'll take you away. you don't want that, right. right?"
seungri nods. seungri sobs. seunghyun shakes his head and licks salt from damp eyelashes.
"of course you don't."
the bed creaks when seunghyun leans over, reaches out for needles and liquefied fairydust. that promise of crumbling heavens and angels with shadows instead of wings because seunghyun doesn't think seungri will look good with feathers, with halos and pristine white. the voices agree, scream their approval and seunghyun grins wide and toothy.
"i'll make you feel good, okay?"
seungri doesn't say a word. his eyes speak millions no please no nos.
"don't you trust me, seungri-yah?" seunghyun cradles that pretty neck until their lips linger, slow and intimate. just like old times. the needle presses into seunghyun's palm. only better, yes. better. "don't you love me anymore?"
seungri chokes on unspoken words, the stretch of body taut (breaking, breaking, breaking) under seunghyun's.
seunghyun hears hymns and hallelujahs when seungri finally, finally nods.
all that glitters
{ jonghyun/seungri; canon }
seungri thinks jonghyun's voice is made for love songs and moonless nights, secrets whispered between kisses and he closes his eyes to savour the last few spiralling lines before reality crashes in screams and thunderous claps. the stage crowds with beautiful playthings in bright clothes and seungri blinks when jonghyun reaches out, clasps fingers over the bend of his elbow.
the world tilts in kaleidoscope around them.
"you were great," seungri congratulates, because it's true. he wants to say 'magnificent', wants to say 'brilliant', wants to say 'maybe i'm falling, falling' but those are too-large words for their world under microscopical scrutiny. seungri smiles and his heart cracks along once-smooth edges. "that's one hell of a performance."
jonghyun laughs and grins like he hasn't heard that line before. millions other times, millions other faces and seungri is just part of the statistics at the end of the day. "same goes to you, strong baby."
the stage erupts in a cacophony of cheers and seungri falls for a star lightyears away.
so you’re legal now, dongsaeng?
shut up. you’re only a couple months older.
we should get together, get some drinks sometime.
yeah. yeah, we should.
the couch dips when jiyong slips besides him and seungri glances away from the television with eyebrows raised.
“you’re back early today, hyung.”
“i miss my maknae.” jiyong teases and they laugh even when jiyong isn’t joking. seungri sees tired eyes and hollow cheekbones and he allows jiyong’s arm to settle too heavily on his shoulder, jiyong’s thigh pressing too close. jiyong has always lived in the excess. “i heard you’ve been hanging out with that kid from shinee. jong-something?”
"jonghyun." his lips curl into a smile, remembers sun-bleached laughs and cups of soju. seungri feels jiyong watching and he pulls back into right there, right now. "what about it?"
"it's always the one with the voice, huh?" jiyong's smile is breaking glass and too-sharp cuts into his eyes. "yah, maknae. rappers are pretty cool too."
seungri laughs. jiyong doesn't.
youngbae finds them hours later. sitting in the dark, staring at static with a world's distance in between.
we shouldn't be doing this. we can't-
no one needs to know. i mean, just. keep this a secret.
secret?
yeah. i won't tell if you don't.
...fuck. we're so fucked.
seungri touches stars with bare fingertips and learns too late that they burn as brightly as they look.
>> 2.all that glitters // jonghyun/seungri.
>> pg13. for content, language and homo-ness.
>> this is not real okay. i don't own them.
>> two drabbles with too little words and not enough content.
>> once upon a time, rawryaoi wants jonghyun/seungri. once upon a time, unactivist wants addict!au. once upon a time, i can't really deal with peer pressure. hence the fail. and i'm playing with formatting again this time around.
>> comments are appreciated and loved for infinity!
they kill angels in their backyard
{ seunghyun/seungri; addict!au }
"hyung."
seunghyun is patient (that voice in his head laughs no, not really, silly boy just keeps on laughing) and when he peels away layers of fabrics, he counts the flickers of fear in seungri's eyes because he wants to remember them so, so badly. his memory slips and slides, more often now with each line of white powder saturated in his blood but seunghyun doesn't want to forget this, please please. his hands fumble with folds and creases until he finds smooth skin and seunghyun bites his lip. god, he's hungry isn't he no no starving actually he's been such a good boy, such an obedient boy surely it's okay to get a taste?
seungri inhales, sharp and terrified and so very young, when seunghyun's teeth scrapes the soft juncture between his neck and shoulder.
"hyung, please-"
"shhh..." seunghyun wraps a hand over seungri's trembling lips, hides those whispers and they're secrets between silks and shadows. seunghyun likes that. likes silences when his mind scrambles with voices and laughter that aren't his. "they'll hear us. they'll take you away. you don't want that, right. right?"
seungri nods. seungri sobs. seunghyun shakes his head and licks salt from damp eyelashes.
"of course you don't."
the bed creaks when seunghyun leans over, reaches out for needles and liquefied fairydust. that promise of crumbling heavens and angels with shadows instead of wings because seunghyun doesn't think seungri will look good with feathers, with halos and pristine white. the voices agree, scream their approval and seunghyun grins wide and toothy.
"i'll make you feel good, okay?"
seungri doesn't say a word. his eyes speak millions no please no nos.
"don't you trust me, seungri-yah?" seunghyun cradles that pretty neck until their lips linger, slow and intimate. just like old times. the needle presses into seunghyun's palm. only better, yes. better. "don't you love me anymore?"
seungri chokes on unspoken words, the stretch of body taut (breaking, breaking, breaking) under seunghyun's.
seunghyun hears hymns and hallelujahs when seungri finally, finally nods.
all that glitters
{ jonghyun/seungri; canon }
seungri thinks jonghyun's voice is made for love songs and moonless nights, secrets whispered between kisses and he closes his eyes to savour the last few spiralling lines before reality crashes in screams and thunderous claps. the stage crowds with beautiful playthings in bright clothes and seungri blinks when jonghyun reaches out, clasps fingers over the bend of his elbow.
the world tilts in kaleidoscope around them.
"you were great," seungri congratulates, because it's true. he wants to say 'magnificent', wants to say 'brilliant', wants to say 'maybe i'm falling, falling' but those are too-large words for their world under microscopical scrutiny. seungri smiles and his heart cracks along once-smooth edges. "that's one hell of a performance."
jonghyun laughs and grins like he hasn't heard that line before. millions other times, millions other faces and seungri is just part of the statistics at the end of the day. "same goes to you, strong baby."
the stage erupts in a cacophony of cheers and seungri falls for a star lightyears away.
so you’re legal now, dongsaeng?
shut up. you’re only a couple months older.
we should get together, get some drinks sometime.
yeah. yeah, we should.
the couch dips when jiyong slips besides him and seungri glances away from the television with eyebrows raised.
“you’re back early today, hyung.”
“i miss my maknae.” jiyong teases and they laugh even when jiyong isn’t joking. seungri sees tired eyes and hollow cheekbones and he allows jiyong’s arm to settle too heavily on his shoulder, jiyong’s thigh pressing too close. jiyong has always lived in the excess. “i heard you’ve been hanging out with that kid from shinee. jong-something?”
"jonghyun." his lips curl into a smile, remembers sun-bleached laughs and cups of soju. seungri feels jiyong watching and he pulls back into right there, right now. "what about it?"
"it's always the one with the voice, huh?" jiyong's smile is breaking glass and too-sharp cuts into his eyes. "yah, maknae. rappers are pretty cool too."
seungri laughs. jiyong doesn't.
youngbae finds them hours later. sitting in the dark, staring at static with a world's distance in between.
we shouldn't be doing this. we can't-
no one needs to know. i mean, just. keep this a secret.
secret?
yeah. i won't tell if you don't.
...fuck. we're so fucked.
seungri touches stars with bare fingertips and learns too late that they burn as brightly as they look.