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Title: House Of Cards
Pairing: TOPRi(SeunghyunxSeungri)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, smut, humor, slice of life
Word count: 14,682
Summary: "We--you can buy this." Seungri fumbles with the magazine, almost tearing it as he opens it to a bookmarked page. He points at a picture of a very extravagant and expensive-looking house.
part 1
Seungri wakes up gradually the next morning as the sunlight beaming behind his closed eyes seems to become more persistent after each passing second. Apparently, the house is nice enough to come with nearly everything but curtains. He tries to block the sunshine out with his hand only to realize Seunghyun is too firmly wrapped around him for him to move. Seungri groans as he squeezes his eyes shut and turns into Seunghyun's front as best he can. He feels rather than hears a deep sigh from Seunghyun's chest as he stirs.
"Go back to sleep," Seunghyun mumbles.
"The sun," Seungri complains. Seunghyun just shushes him and holds Seungri tighter. But Seungri is too awake now. He sighs and leaves the comfort of the bed after wrestling himself free. He watches Seunghyun groan and roll over before he walks into the hall.
A few steps outside of the bedroom he comes upon the realization that there's no food to eat or coffee to drink. There's no TV to watch. There isn't even soap or shampoo so he can shower. Seungri turns back around, intent on waking Seunghyun up. Maybe they could go back to the dorms and shower and then go out for breakfast. Perhaps they could even persuade Byungyung hyung to go shopping for Seunghyun's new home.
"Hyung, get up." Seungri pushes him and Seunghyun manages to grunt but remains asleep. "Oh come on," Seungri grumbles.
After a few more prods and jabs, Seunghyun is still asleep. Seungri decides to leave without him. He has the courtesy to leave a note in the form of a text message before leaving.
When he gets back to the dorms, Jiyong gives him a once over before laughing.
"Long night?" Jiyong sneers. So maybe Seungri doesn't look his best right now, so what?
"Shut up, hyung," Seungri says before slamming the bathroom door.
After his shower he walks out into the living room and Jiyong isn't there anymore. He shrugs, not really caring to talk to him anyway. He goes into the kitchen, deciding that the fridge is in his better interests and is eyeing the orange juice just as his phone rings.
"Hi, hyung," Seungri answers, knowing who it is without having to look.
"I can't believe you left me here!" Seunghyun whines, and Seungri can actually hear his voice echo throughout the empty house a bit.
"It's your house; you gotta learn how to enjoy it without me in it some time!" Seungri smirks to himself.
"Where are you?" Seunghyun asks.
"Home." Seungri juggles between a cup and the bottle of orange juice in one hand and his phone in the other.
"Are you coming back?"
"Not yet. Why don't you come over? We can eat together," Seungri suggests as he successfully pours himself a glass of orange juice.
"I'd rather you come back here so we can fuck instead," Seunghyun says and Seungri is sure he means it to be seductive but all Seungri can do is laugh.
"Later," Seungri promises. "So, you coming over?"
"Why should I? You left me. And you ruined my socks!" Seunghyun huffs and Seungri can just see his overly exaggerated pout.
"I promise I'll make it up to you," Seungri says with a laugh. "In bed," he adds as an afterthought.
Seunghyun sighs. "Fine." With that he hangs up.
Seungri laughs to himself as he puts away his phone. He finally takes a drink of his orange juice when he sees Youngbae peer around the corner. He nearly spits it out right then, but ends up choking instead.
"H-hyung," Seungri says as he wipes his mouth. When the hell did he get here?
"Hi."
"You waiting for Jiyong hyung? Is he in his room or something?" Seungri stalls, looking around, not seeing the leader anywhere. Damn, he could really use a distraction right about now. Just how much of that did Youngbae hear?
"No," Jiyong says as he rounds the corner right behind Youngbae, looking unimpressed. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Having some orange juice?" Seungri shrugs cutely, but it has no effect on either of them.
"Are you...." Youngbae stops like he's trying to find the words, like he's putting the puzzle together. "Are you in a relationship with TOP hyung?"
Seungri feels the blood drain from his face upon hearing that question.
"U-u-um," Seungri stutters and blinks rapidly, running through possible excuses in his mind but unable to pinpoint any good ones. "No, of course not!" Seungri lies, going for just plain denial. "What gave you that idea?"
"We heard your phone conversation, stupid." Jiyong hangs his head and groans. He rises with a laugh, however. "Just what are you going to make up to him 'in bed'?"
"That's none of your business, hyung!" Seungri says.
"How long has this been going on, maknae?" Youngbae asks cautiously, halting the other two's bickering.
"A while," Seungri admits. Youngbae just raises his brows, indirectly asking for a better explanation. "Like, a month?" Seungri raises his hands because it's not like he's been counting the days or anything.
"So, he's your... boyfriend?" Youngbae nearly blushes upon saying the word. Fuck, this is awkward. But at least Youngbae isn't yelling at him like he's always expected.
"Um... yeah," Seungri confirms. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Seungri asks, really afraid of how many people Youngbae could tell.
"Of course he's not going to tell anyone," Jiyong says, narrowing his eyes at him.
Seungri sighs in relief. "Good."
"Yeah, Seungri. Why would I tell anyone? I don't even care." Youngbae puts his arm around Seungri's shoulders. "Just as long as you're both happy." He smiles.
"Thanks hyu--ack," Seungri squawks as Youngbae turns his friendly hug into a chokehold. "Hyung!" Seungri whines, grasping at the strong arm trapping him, but he ends up laughing all the same.
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The first time the other hyungs come to visit, Seungri has to scramble to hide his duffle bag of clothes he keeps there. The others insisted upon seeing Seunghyun's new villa before they all have to leave for Japan, giving Seungri zero time to hide his belongings. He ends up shoving the bag under the bed right as the others file into the room, following him on his "tour." Seungri having decided on showing the others around as Seunghyun uses the bathroom.
"Hyung's room is really cool, see?" Seungri says, walking around the expanse of open space.
Youngbae and Daesung pretend to pay attention while Jiyong is distracted. Seungri watches in horror from across the room as Jiyong first inspects, then pulls out his duffle bag from under the bed. All of his clothes spill onto the floor as Jiyong grabs the bag by the wrong end.
"Oops," Jiyong says and drops the bag as if no one saw.
"Hyung, what's that?" Daesung walks over to Jiyong. He picks up a shirt. "Isn't this yours, maknae?" He picks up another piece of clothing. "And this?"
"Uh... of course not!" Seungri says. Jiyong and Youngbae simultaneously hang their heads. Denial never seems to work for him.
"What the hell are you all doing in my bedroom---?" Seunghyun freezes in the doorway, trailing off as he takes in the sight before him. "It's not what it looks like!" he shouts. The room fills with an awkward silence.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Jiyong facepalms. "They're dating, Daesung." He gestures between Seungri and Seunghyun.
"No way." Daesung gapes, looking between them.
"Sorry, Daesung." Seunghyun frowns, looking guilty.
Seungri grabs a pillow off of the bed and screams into it.
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"Maybe it's good that they found out?" Seunghyun says. He sits next to Seungri on a bench in the terminal as they wait for their flight. Seungri has been sulking ever since they all left the apartment.
"No, it's not." Seungri's voice is muffled by his hands which are covering his face in embarrassment.
"At least Jiyong can't blackmail us anymore?" Seunghyun tries again.
"No, now all three of them can blackmail us."
"Like Daesung or Youngbae would blackmail anyone, stupid." Seunghyun rolls his eyes.
"Well, you don't know that!" Seungri cries.
"I'm not going to blackmail you, but Youngbae might," Daesung says, appearing behind them with a big smile.
"I would not!" Youngbae scoffs, trailing right behind Daesung.
"I will," Jiyong says from the left. "Hyung let me throw a party in your big-ass house."
"Hell no," Seunghyun says and flips Jiyong off. Seungri laughs and high fives Seunghyun.
"Oh you think it's funny, huh, maknae? It's gonna be real funny when your shit's out on the curb. You two practically live together anyway." Jiyong tsk's and walks away towards a coffee stand.
"He's just mad because I'm not home anymore. He doesn't have anyone to pick on," Seungri says after Jiyong is out of earshot.
"I know! He keeps coming upstairs to pick on me instead!" Daesung complains. All of them laugh.
Despite his initial embarrassment, Seungri feels that this might turn out better than he expects.
It isn't long before they board the plane, back to Japan again for a short string of promotions. As fate would have it, Seunghyun and Seungri end up sitting next to each other. Seungri was planning to complain if he couldn't anyway.
He takes Seunghyun's hand in his for the take-off, both of them watching the ground disappear out the airplane window.
"Remember the last time we were in an airport? On an airplane?" Seungri asks.
"Huh?" Seunghyun looks at him questioningly.
"When I... assaulted you in an airport bathroom," Seungri says with a smirk, proud of his choice of words. Seunghyun puffs out a laugh.
"Yeah," Seunghyun agrees and squeezes Seungri's hand.
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--one month ago--
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Seunghyun asks as they stand around in the terminal, waiting for their flight.
"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about," Seungri lies when on the inside he's freaking about because ,fuck, was he really staring?
"Liar! You keep giving me this ultra-creepy stare. Like, like, I don't know!" Seunghyun throws his hands up as he rambles, failing to make an analogy.
Seungri doesn't really want to have this conversation, not now, not ever. Sure maybe he has had a bit of a man-crush on his hyung for the past few months, but he sure as fuck wasn't expecting a confrontation about it.
"You're seeing things," Seungri lies again.
"Ugh, you're such a little liar!" Seunghyun gives him a little shove before walking away. "Whatever."
On the plane, luck would have it that Seungri ends up sitting right next to Seunghyun. Seungri tries very hard not to look at him for the entire flight. Seunghyun doesn't make it that easy, however.
"Seungri, hey." A poke to his shoulder. "Heeey, Seungri." A finger in his face. "Hey."
Seungri doesn't respond but moves away as far away as he can get, his poker face slipping a bit. Seunghyun doesn't get the message so Seungri changes tactics.
"Don't do that!" Seungri complains and rubs his shoulder.
"Do what?" Seunghyun asks as he pushes a finger into Seungri's ribs.
"Stop!" Seungri whisper-yells, afraid to wake the sleeping passengers seated around them. Seunghyun just laughs. "Leave me alone."
"Psh. You like it," Seunghyun says, smug. Seungri hates how the hyungs play human target with him, but Seunghyun hyung is always at least ten times worse than the others. Seungri would rather be choked by Youngbae while Jiyong touched his face and Daesung held his arms than succumb to Seunghyun's teasing. From him, it's too much. Maybe because of certain reasons, but Seungri isn't ready to admit that to himself yet.
"I do not!" Seungri denies. He rubs his side, trying to get rid of the feel of Seunghyun's touch more than anything.
"Mmhmm," Seunghyun pretends to agree, and then he finally drops the subject. Seungri knows it's just a break in the game, however.
He puts in his earphones to let Seunghyun know he's done playing. He's busy shuffling for a song he actually likes when he feels Seunghyun's hand on his thigh. Seungri nearly drops his iPod.
Seunghyun's hand massages him slowly, his fingers curling just so on the inside of Seungri's thigh. He just watches stupidly as Seunghyun does it. Seungri knows he should probably push Seunghyun away or at least tell him to stop, but before he can bring himself to, his right earphone is pulled out and then--
"Just admit that you like me," Seunghyun says, his voice low. Seungri shivers and hates himself a little bit for it.
"Fuck," Seungri says. Seunghyun better not be teasing him. He can't take this. "Don't tease me," Seungri says before he can stop himself. He knows he practically just admitted his feelings with that and curses inwardly.
"Why not?" Seunghyun asks.
"Because!" Seungri whispers sharply.
"Because why?" Seunghyun smirks, obviously enjoying all too much how flustered Seungri is getting.
"I can't," Seungri says, stopping himself from taking that sentence any further.
"You can't what?"
"I just, I just can't, okay?! Just stop touching me." Seungri throws Seunghyun's hand away from him.
Seunghyun seems a little dumbfounded. "Are you okay?"
"No!"
"What's wrong?"
"You! You're what's wrong!" Seungri looks into Seunghyun's eyes, angry. Seunghyun looks hurt, and it throws Seungri off a bit.
"You don't like me?" Seunghyun asks.
"No, well-- yes. Well--I don't know." Seungri sighs, defeated.
Seunghyun looks so confused, and honestly, Seungri is a bit himself. Isn't Seunghyun just messing with him? When did this turn into some sort of confrontation?
Seunghyun looks away from him, seemingly embarrassed. "Never mind," he says.
Seeing how disappointed Seunghyun is gives Seungri a bit of hope that this is all more than just a game. Biting the inside of his cheek, Seungri looks at the floor as he confesses.
"Just," he pauses with a sigh, "don't tease me anymore unless you mean it."
"I mean it," Seunghyun says without missing a beat. Seungri's wide eyes meet Seunghyun's dead serious ones, and Seungri is no longer questioning his motives.
"We'll be landing in Seoul in five minutes," the pilot announces over the loud speaker as the lights flicker on. Suddenly, everyone else on the plane stirs, and Seunghyun looks away. He acts nonchalant and takes out his phone. Seungri busies himself again with his iPod even though he doesn't feel like listening to music anymore.
It is possibly the longest, most awkward plane landing of Seungri's life.
Seunghyun makes no eye contact, no acknowledgement of what just happened between them. Seungri's heart keeps alternating between racing and nearly slowing to a stop. He knows his anxiety is written all over his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Youngbae asks from the next aisle over. Seungri fakes a smile, ready to make up something when Seunghyun speaks up for him.
"Oh, he's just feeling a little plane sick. Like car sick," Seunghyun says, ever so nonchalant. Seungri thinks of how that makes no fucking sense.
"Oh, you should have made hyung give you the window seat, maknae," Youngbae says before turning his attention back to his iPad. To him, hyung obviously is taking care of it.
After they finally get off the plane, Seunghyun pulls Seungri aside for a millisecond.
"Meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes," he says, pointing to a nearby restroom and then walks elsewhere, leaving Seungri dumbfounded.
Seungri feels like an idiot standing in the handicap stall of the bathroom alone when it has been well over fifteen minutes. At least two people have come in and out and Seungri is thinking that whatever Seunghyun has planned is a bad idea.
Seungri hears the bathroom door open and really hopes it's not someone on their way to drop the kids off at the pool when suddenly he hears a voice.
"Seungri, you in here?"
"Yes," Seungri hisses and opens the stall door. It's Seunghyun, finally, standing there with a big grin on his face. He walks forward and ushers Seungri back inside the stall, turning to lock it before setting his eyes back on him.
Seunghyun pushes him back into the wall, his touch gentle yet forceful. Seungri's brain immediately picks up on the warm, large hands holding him, and it's enough to make him think of inappropriate things and for his pulse to speed up.
Seunghyun holds him against the wall and seems to hesitate for a moment before he starts to lean down and then everything clicks in Seungri's mind and he closes his eyes just in time for Seunghyun to kiss him. So this is Seunghyun's plan.
It's soft, nothing like what he'd been fantasizing about for the past couple months. Seunghyun moves away too early, too soon for Seungri to really enjoy it.
"I've been wanting to do that for a while now," he says, smiling.
"Then why did you fucking stop?" It's more of a statement than a question before Seungri pulls Seunghyun back down into a kiss completely unlike Seunghyun's.
Seungri takes over then, directing Seunghyun through each motion of his lips. Seunghyun follows him completely, which throws Seungri off a bit. In his fantasies, Seunghyun is the one who is dominating him, not the other way around.
Seungri tests him, lets up on his kisses just a bit to see if Seunghyun would take over, and to Seungri's surprise, he doesn't. Seungri takes his test a little further and switches their positions, turning and shoving Seunghyun into the wall. And again, to Seungri's surprise, Seunghyun lets out something close to a moan. Seungri stops.
"Are you-- are you letting me take over?" he asks, loosening his grip a bit.
"Is that a problem?" Seunghyun asks back.
"No, I mean, it's just, I didn't think that you were...." Seungri stops, unsure of how to tell Seunghyun he didn't know that Seunghyun isn't all aggressive and dominant when it comes to this sort of thing. It's practically a 180º from how he was on the plane.
"I don't like taking charge," Seunghyun admits.
"Does that mean you're a bottom?" Seungri laughs a bit at his own joke.
"Yeah." Seunghyun smiles. "That's okay, right?"
And then the gears in Seungri's mind grind to a halt because did Seunghyun just say that he is a bottom and ask if it's okay?
Okay? It's fucking spectacular.
"Y-yeah," Seungri chokes out because it looks a little over-zealous to jump up and down like a kid on Christmas morning because Seungri no longer has the anxiety of being the bottom to someone else.
It had been something Seungri worried about from the moment his little attraction to his hyung had started. The thought of having a dick up his ass never sounded that appealing, but he had made sure all his fantasies included this little detail since he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that Choi Seunghyun would bottom to no one.
Seungri captures Seunghyun's lips again, full force. He shoves his tongue in Seunghyun's mouth, and Seunghyun lets him. He bites Seunghyun's lips, and Seunghyun lets him. He pushes Seunghyun into the wall, and Seunghyun lets him.
Seungri is practically drunk with power, and Seunghyun takes all of it, every push, every nip, everything. It feels so good to be in control like this.
And then the bathroom door opens and they stop with a shuddering breath.
They listen as a person walks in and goes into the stall next to theirs. They wait in a dead silence as the person takes their sweet time using the facilities. Seungri's wide eyes stare up into Seunghyun's own while his ears are somewhere else. He can tell Seunghyun is doing the same. Seungri knows any little movement or noise could easily give them away.
He hears the person meticulously wash their hands; the running water sounds to be on for at least a couple minutes. Since when did water take that long to heat up? Eventually the person leaves and a sigh escapes each of their mouths when the door closes.
"I don't think we can do this here," Seungri admits, a little crestfallen. Seunghyun makes a face.
"I can't just go out there like this." Seunghyun looks down and Seungri follows his eyes to see an impressive bulge in Seunghyun's jeans.
"What the fuck? We were just kissing!" Seungri exclaims.
"I know, but I've been thinking about you all day and maybe I warmed myself up before coming here?" Seunghyun pouts and shrugs a bit, and Seungri groans.
"Why would you--ah, fuck it."
Maybe it's a little too soon in their "relationship" for this sort of thing, but Seungri reaches down to undo Seunghyun's jeans nonetheless.
"Wait! Um, nevermind!" Seunghyun says as he swats Seungri's hands away.
"What's the problem?" Seungri asks.
Seunghyun looks at the floor. "Nothing," He says.
"Well, okay then," Seungri says as he gets right back to it, but this time Seunghyun slinks away. "What are you---?"
"Just never mind, okay," Seunghyun says. Seungri narrows his eyes.
"You were just complaining about it! I'm just trying to help," Seungri says. After a moment, he reaches back down and pauses with his fingers on the zipper. Seunghyun doesn't look at him, but doesn't try to stop him again either.
"Just don't, just don't look at it," Seunghyun says shyly. Seungri smiles to himself, practically loving how his hyung is the embarrassed one for once.
"I'll be quick," Seungri promises.
Seungri reaches down and hastily undoes Seunghyun's jeans. There is no time to be romantic about it; someone could walk in at any moment. Seungri's hand barely brushes against Seunghyun's clothed erection whilst pulling down his zipper and Seunghyun moans at the touch.
Seungri shushes him, and he can tell it's difficult for Seunghyun to contain his noises when Seungri actually grabs a hold of his dick. Seungri looks up at his face instead of down below, watching Seunghyun's brow furrow and his lower lip disappear between his teeth. It turns Seungri on knowing that he could do that to Seunghyun, but he pushes those feelings aside. This has to be business.
Seunghyun is hard and hot in his hand as Seungri works him at a fast pace, wishing he could really appreciate this particular part of Seunghyun's anatomy. But he knows they can't risk getting caught, this has to be done quickly.
Seunghyun throws his head back and gives small thrusts into Seungri's fist, tiny noises and harsh breaths escaping every now and then. Seungri continues to urge him to be quiet, but at the same time he wishes he could hear Seunghyun moan his heart out.
Seungri indulges himself a bit and slows down, just a little, just to really feel Seunghyun. He takes the time to smear a little bit of precome on his palm, to ease the slide. Seungri wishes he could revel in how sexy that is, that Seunghyun is that turned on by him.
He slows to practically a stop and finally looks down at Seunghyun's cock slowly sliding in and out of his fist. Seungri lets out a small curse as he does, impressed and a little more turned on than he should be. He knows he said he wouldn't, but the curiosity was killing him.
"Don't," Seunghyun warns. Seungri looks back up at him. He fights the feelings screaming at him from down below as he speeds up again.
"Oh god, Seungri, yes," Seunghyun murmurs and Seungri gently shushes him again, wishing that voice didn't arouse him as much as it does.
It doesn't take long for Seunghyun to come in his hand. Seungri makes sure he stops it from getting on their clothes with his palm, feeling the warmth spread on his hand as Seunghyun gasps and shudders.
Seunghyun catches his breath as he tucks himself back in his jeans. Seungri is practically doing the same. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. He grabs tissue to wipe his hands before he feels himself briefly and thanks god that he isn't hard. They couldn't be in here any longer.
"You good?" Seungri asks after it seems like Seunghyun has calmed down a bit.
"Yeah, thanks." With that Seunghyun gives him a chaste kiss. When he leans back he has the dopiest smile on his face and it makes Seungri laugh before they head for the door.
"Hey, wait. Act like you're sick. I told the others I came in here to check on you." Seunghyun says, and Seungri groans.
"Yeah, like that!" Seunghyun smiles.
"Really, hyung?" Seungri rolls his eyes and then walks out the door with a smile.
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On the plane, Seungri smiles to himself at the memory as he rests his head on Seunghyun's shoulder. Seunghyun keeps a hold of his hand on top of their shared armrest. They ignore the jokes and the giggles coming from their band mates about their closeness, too content with each other to care about anyone else.
I wrote this mainly for two reasons. one is because I never write topri from seungri's pov and two is because topri with top bottoming doesn't exist. but then it turned out super long and porny. oh god why is this so long and porny? I've never had to split a fic into two entries before. anyway, this is set in about oct 2010 if you were unsure. between the time of beautiful hangover promos and seoul tokyo musical festival. but the timeline doesn't get any more specific than that because neither of them were doing anything significant aside from seungri filming enjoy today and top going to 5849459 awards shows. also I finished this back in nov 2011 but had a hard time finding a beta. I did finally find one, but idk how to credit them which sucks because they really did an amazing job helping me! anyway, comments and critiques loved!! also a PSA: anon comments are on. so you don't have to be scared. :)
Pairing: TOPRi(SeunghyunxSeungri)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, smut, humor, slice of life
Word count: 14,682
Summary: "We--you can buy this." Seungri fumbles with the magazine, almost tearing it as he opens it to a bookmarked page. He points at a picture of a very extravagant and expensive-looking house.
part 1
Seungri wakes up gradually the next morning as the sunlight beaming behind his closed eyes seems to become more persistent after each passing second. Apparently, the house is nice enough to come with nearly everything but curtains. He tries to block the sunshine out with his hand only to realize Seunghyun is too firmly wrapped around him for him to move. Seungri groans as he squeezes his eyes shut and turns into Seunghyun's front as best he can. He feels rather than hears a deep sigh from Seunghyun's chest as he stirs.
"Go back to sleep," Seunghyun mumbles.
"The sun," Seungri complains. Seunghyun just shushes him and holds Seungri tighter. But Seungri is too awake now. He sighs and leaves the comfort of the bed after wrestling himself free. He watches Seunghyun groan and roll over before he walks into the hall.
A few steps outside of the bedroom he comes upon the realization that there's no food to eat or coffee to drink. There's no TV to watch. There isn't even soap or shampoo so he can shower. Seungri turns back around, intent on waking Seunghyun up. Maybe they could go back to the dorms and shower and then go out for breakfast. Perhaps they could even persuade Byungyung hyung to go shopping for Seunghyun's new home.
"Hyung, get up." Seungri pushes him and Seunghyun manages to grunt but remains asleep. "Oh come on," Seungri grumbles.
After a few more prods and jabs, Seunghyun is still asleep. Seungri decides to leave without him. He has the courtesy to leave a note in the form of a text message before leaving.
When he gets back to the dorms, Jiyong gives him a once over before laughing.
"Long night?" Jiyong sneers. So maybe Seungri doesn't look his best right now, so what?
"Shut up, hyung," Seungri says before slamming the bathroom door.
After his shower he walks out into the living room and Jiyong isn't there anymore. He shrugs, not really caring to talk to him anyway. He goes into the kitchen, deciding that the fridge is in his better interests and is eyeing the orange juice just as his phone rings.
"Hi, hyung," Seungri answers, knowing who it is without having to look.
"I can't believe you left me here!" Seunghyun whines, and Seungri can actually hear his voice echo throughout the empty house a bit.
"It's your house; you gotta learn how to enjoy it without me in it some time!" Seungri smirks to himself.
"Where are you?" Seunghyun asks.
"Home." Seungri juggles between a cup and the bottle of orange juice in one hand and his phone in the other.
"Are you coming back?"
"Not yet. Why don't you come over? We can eat together," Seungri suggests as he successfully pours himself a glass of orange juice.
"I'd rather you come back here so we can fuck instead," Seunghyun says and Seungri is sure he means it to be seductive but all Seungri can do is laugh.
"Later," Seungri promises. "So, you coming over?"
"Why should I? You left me. And you ruined my socks!" Seunghyun huffs and Seungri can just see his overly exaggerated pout.
"I promise I'll make it up to you," Seungri says with a laugh. "In bed," he adds as an afterthought.
Seunghyun sighs. "Fine." With that he hangs up.
Seungri laughs to himself as he puts away his phone. He finally takes a drink of his orange juice when he sees Youngbae peer around the corner. He nearly spits it out right then, but ends up choking instead.
"H-hyung," Seungri says as he wipes his mouth. When the hell did he get here?
"Hi."
"You waiting for Jiyong hyung? Is he in his room or something?" Seungri stalls, looking around, not seeing the leader anywhere. Damn, he could really use a distraction right about now. Just how much of that did Youngbae hear?
"No," Jiyong says as he rounds the corner right behind Youngbae, looking unimpressed. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Having some orange juice?" Seungri shrugs cutely, but it has no effect on either of them.
"Are you...." Youngbae stops like he's trying to find the words, like he's putting the puzzle together. "Are you in a relationship with TOP hyung?"
Seungri feels the blood drain from his face upon hearing that question.
"U-u-um," Seungri stutters and blinks rapidly, running through possible excuses in his mind but unable to pinpoint any good ones. "No, of course not!" Seungri lies, going for just plain denial. "What gave you that idea?"
"We heard your phone conversation, stupid." Jiyong hangs his head and groans. He rises with a laugh, however. "Just what are you going to make up to him 'in bed'?"
"That's none of your business, hyung!" Seungri says.
"How long has this been going on, maknae?" Youngbae asks cautiously, halting the other two's bickering.
"A while," Seungri admits. Youngbae just raises his brows, indirectly asking for a better explanation. "Like, a month?" Seungri raises his hands because it's not like he's been counting the days or anything.
"So, he's your... boyfriend?" Youngbae nearly blushes upon saying the word. Fuck, this is awkward. But at least Youngbae isn't yelling at him like he's always expected.
"Um... yeah," Seungri confirms. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Seungri asks, really afraid of how many people Youngbae could tell.
"Of course he's not going to tell anyone," Jiyong says, narrowing his eyes at him.
Seungri sighs in relief. "Good."
"Yeah, Seungri. Why would I tell anyone? I don't even care." Youngbae puts his arm around Seungri's shoulders. "Just as long as you're both happy." He smiles.
"Thanks hyu--ack," Seungri squawks as Youngbae turns his friendly hug into a chokehold. "Hyung!" Seungri whines, grasping at the strong arm trapping him, but he ends up laughing all the same.
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The first time the other hyungs come to visit, Seungri has to scramble to hide his duffle bag of clothes he keeps there. The others insisted upon seeing Seunghyun's new villa before they all have to leave for Japan, giving Seungri zero time to hide his belongings. He ends up shoving the bag under the bed right as the others file into the room, following him on his "tour." Seungri having decided on showing the others around as Seunghyun uses the bathroom.
"Hyung's room is really cool, see?" Seungri says, walking around the expanse of open space.
Youngbae and Daesung pretend to pay attention while Jiyong is distracted. Seungri watches in horror from across the room as Jiyong first inspects, then pulls out his duffle bag from under the bed. All of his clothes spill onto the floor as Jiyong grabs the bag by the wrong end.
"Oops," Jiyong says and drops the bag as if no one saw.
"Hyung, what's that?" Daesung walks over to Jiyong. He picks up a shirt. "Isn't this yours, maknae?" He picks up another piece of clothing. "And this?"
"Uh... of course not!" Seungri says. Jiyong and Youngbae simultaneously hang their heads. Denial never seems to work for him.
"What the hell are you all doing in my bedroom---?" Seunghyun freezes in the doorway, trailing off as he takes in the sight before him. "It's not what it looks like!" he shouts. The room fills with an awkward silence.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Jiyong facepalms. "They're dating, Daesung." He gestures between Seungri and Seunghyun.
"No way." Daesung gapes, looking between them.
"Sorry, Daesung." Seunghyun frowns, looking guilty.
Seungri grabs a pillow off of the bed and screams into it.
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"Maybe it's good that they found out?" Seunghyun says. He sits next to Seungri on a bench in the terminal as they wait for their flight. Seungri has been sulking ever since they all left the apartment.
"No, it's not." Seungri's voice is muffled by his hands which are covering his face in embarrassment.
"At least Jiyong can't blackmail us anymore?" Seunghyun tries again.
"No, now all three of them can blackmail us."
"Like Daesung or Youngbae would blackmail anyone, stupid." Seunghyun rolls his eyes.
"Well, you don't know that!" Seungri cries.
"I'm not going to blackmail you, but Youngbae might," Daesung says, appearing behind them with a big smile.
"I would not!" Youngbae scoffs, trailing right behind Daesung.
"I will," Jiyong says from the left. "Hyung let me throw a party in your big-ass house."
"Hell no," Seunghyun says and flips Jiyong off. Seungri laughs and high fives Seunghyun.
"Oh you think it's funny, huh, maknae? It's gonna be real funny when your shit's out on the curb. You two practically live together anyway." Jiyong tsk's and walks away towards a coffee stand.
"He's just mad because I'm not home anymore. He doesn't have anyone to pick on," Seungri says after Jiyong is out of earshot.
"I know! He keeps coming upstairs to pick on me instead!" Daesung complains. All of them laugh.
Despite his initial embarrassment, Seungri feels that this might turn out better than he expects.
It isn't long before they board the plane, back to Japan again for a short string of promotions. As fate would have it, Seunghyun and Seungri end up sitting next to each other. Seungri was planning to complain if he couldn't anyway.
He takes Seunghyun's hand in his for the take-off, both of them watching the ground disappear out the airplane window.
"Remember the last time we were in an airport? On an airplane?" Seungri asks.
"Huh?" Seunghyun looks at him questioningly.
"When I... assaulted you in an airport bathroom," Seungri says with a smirk, proud of his choice of words. Seunghyun puffs out a laugh.
"Yeah," Seunghyun agrees and squeezes Seungri's hand.
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--one month ago--
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Seunghyun asks as they stand around in the terminal, waiting for their flight.
"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about," Seungri lies when on the inside he's freaking about because ,fuck, was he really staring?
"Liar! You keep giving me this ultra-creepy stare. Like, like, I don't know!" Seunghyun throws his hands up as he rambles, failing to make an analogy.
Seungri doesn't really want to have this conversation, not now, not ever. Sure maybe he has had a bit of a man-crush on his hyung for the past few months, but he sure as fuck wasn't expecting a confrontation about it.
"You're seeing things," Seungri lies again.
"Ugh, you're such a little liar!" Seunghyun gives him a little shove before walking away. "Whatever."
On the plane, luck would have it that Seungri ends up sitting right next to Seunghyun. Seungri tries very hard not to look at him for the entire flight. Seunghyun doesn't make it that easy, however.
"Seungri, hey." A poke to his shoulder. "Heeey, Seungri." A finger in his face. "Hey."
Seungri doesn't respond but moves away as far away as he can get, his poker face slipping a bit. Seunghyun doesn't get the message so Seungri changes tactics.
"Don't do that!" Seungri complains and rubs his shoulder.
"Do what?" Seunghyun asks as he pushes a finger into Seungri's ribs.
"Stop!" Seungri whisper-yells, afraid to wake the sleeping passengers seated around them. Seunghyun just laughs. "Leave me alone."
"Psh. You like it," Seunghyun says, smug. Seungri hates how the hyungs play human target with him, but Seunghyun hyung is always at least ten times worse than the others. Seungri would rather be choked by Youngbae while Jiyong touched his face and Daesung held his arms than succumb to Seunghyun's teasing. From him, it's too much. Maybe because of certain reasons, but Seungri isn't ready to admit that to himself yet.
"I do not!" Seungri denies. He rubs his side, trying to get rid of the feel of Seunghyun's touch more than anything.
"Mmhmm," Seunghyun pretends to agree, and then he finally drops the subject. Seungri knows it's just a break in the game, however.
He puts in his earphones to let Seunghyun know he's done playing. He's busy shuffling for a song he actually likes when he feels Seunghyun's hand on his thigh. Seungri nearly drops his iPod.
Seunghyun's hand massages him slowly, his fingers curling just so on the inside of Seungri's thigh. He just watches stupidly as Seunghyun does it. Seungri knows he should probably push Seunghyun away or at least tell him to stop, but before he can bring himself to, his right earphone is pulled out and then--
"Just admit that you like me," Seunghyun says, his voice low. Seungri shivers and hates himself a little bit for it.
"Fuck," Seungri says. Seunghyun better not be teasing him. He can't take this. "Don't tease me," Seungri says before he can stop himself. He knows he practically just admitted his feelings with that and curses inwardly.
"Why not?" Seunghyun asks.
"Because!" Seungri whispers sharply.
"Because why?" Seunghyun smirks, obviously enjoying all too much how flustered Seungri is getting.
"I can't," Seungri says, stopping himself from taking that sentence any further.
"You can't what?"
"I just, I just can't, okay?! Just stop touching me." Seungri throws Seunghyun's hand away from him.
Seunghyun seems a little dumbfounded. "Are you okay?"
"No!"
"What's wrong?"
"You! You're what's wrong!" Seungri looks into Seunghyun's eyes, angry. Seunghyun looks hurt, and it throws Seungri off a bit.
"You don't like me?" Seunghyun asks.
"No, well-- yes. Well--I don't know." Seungri sighs, defeated.
Seunghyun looks so confused, and honestly, Seungri is a bit himself. Isn't Seunghyun just messing with him? When did this turn into some sort of confrontation?
Seunghyun looks away from him, seemingly embarrassed. "Never mind," he says.
Seeing how disappointed Seunghyun is gives Seungri a bit of hope that this is all more than just a game. Biting the inside of his cheek, Seungri looks at the floor as he confesses.
"Just," he pauses with a sigh, "don't tease me anymore unless you mean it."
"I mean it," Seunghyun says without missing a beat. Seungri's wide eyes meet Seunghyun's dead serious ones, and Seungri is no longer questioning his motives.
"We'll be landing in Seoul in five minutes," the pilot announces over the loud speaker as the lights flicker on. Suddenly, everyone else on the plane stirs, and Seunghyun looks away. He acts nonchalant and takes out his phone. Seungri busies himself again with his iPod even though he doesn't feel like listening to music anymore.
It is possibly the longest, most awkward plane landing of Seungri's life.
Seunghyun makes no eye contact, no acknowledgement of what just happened between them. Seungri's heart keeps alternating between racing and nearly slowing to a stop. He knows his anxiety is written all over his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Youngbae asks from the next aisle over. Seungri fakes a smile, ready to make up something when Seunghyun speaks up for him.
"Oh, he's just feeling a little plane sick. Like car sick," Seunghyun says, ever so nonchalant. Seungri thinks of how that makes no fucking sense.
"Oh, you should have made hyung give you the window seat, maknae," Youngbae says before turning his attention back to his iPad. To him, hyung obviously is taking care of it.
After they finally get off the plane, Seunghyun pulls Seungri aside for a millisecond.
"Meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes," he says, pointing to a nearby restroom and then walks elsewhere, leaving Seungri dumbfounded.
Seungri feels like an idiot standing in the handicap stall of the bathroom alone when it has been well over fifteen minutes. At least two people have come in and out and Seungri is thinking that whatever Seunghyun has planned is a bad idea.
Seungri hears the bathroom door open and really hopes it's not someone on their way to drop the kids off at the pool when suddenly he hears a voice.
"Seungri, you in here?"
"Yes," Seungri hisses and opens the stall door. It's Seunghyun, finally, standing there with a big grin on his face. He walks forward and ushers Seungri back inside the stall, turning to lock it before setting his eyes back on him.
Seunghyun pushes him back into the wall, his touch gentle yet forceful. Seungri's brain immediately picks up on the warm, large hands holding him, and it's enough to make him think of inappropriate things and for his pulse to speed up.
Seunghyun holds him against the wall and seems to hesitate for a moment before he starts to lean down and then everything clicks in Seungri's mind and he closes his eyes just in time for Seunghyun to kiss him. So this is Seunghyun's plan.
It's soft, nothing like what he'd been fantasizing about for the past couple months. Seunghyun moves away too early, too soon for Seungri to really enjoy it.
"I've been wanting to do that for a while now," he says, smiling.
"Then why did you fucking stop?" It's more of a statement than a question before Seungri pulls Seunghyun back down into a kiss completely unlike Seunghyun's.
Seungri takes over then, directing Seunghyun through each motion of his lips. Seunghyun follows him completely, which throws Seungri off a bit. In his fantasies, Seunghyun is the one who is dominating him, not the other way around.
Seungri tests him, lets up on his kisses just a bit to see if Seunghyun would take over, and to Seungri's surprise, he doesn't. Seungri takes his test a little further and switches their positions, turning and shoving Seunghyun into the wall. And again, to Seungri's surprise, Seunghyun lets out something close to a moan. Seungri stops.
"Are you-- are you letting me take over?" he asks, loosening his grip a bit.
"Is that a problem?" Seunghyun asks back.
"No, I mean, it's just, I didn't think that you were...." Seungri stops, unsure of how to tell Seunghyun he didn't know that Seunghyun isn't all aggressive and dominant when it comes to this sort of thing. It's practically a 180º from how he was on the plane.
"I don't like taking charge," Seunghyun admits.
"Does that mean you're a bottom?" Seungri laughs a bit at his own joke.
"Yeah." Seunghyun smiles. "That's okay, right?"
And then the gears in Seungri's mind grind to a halt because did Seunghyun just say that he is a bottom and ask if it's okay?
Okay? It's fucking spectacular.
"Y-yeah," Seungri chokes out because it looks a little over-zealous to jump up and down like a kid on Christmas morning because Seungri no longer has the anxiety of being the bottom to someone else.
It had been something Seungri worried about from the moment his little attraction to his hyung had started. The thought of having a dick up his ass never sounded that appealing, but he had made sure all his fantasies included this little detail since he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that Choi Seunghyun would bottom to no one.
Seungri captures Seunghyun's lips again, full force. He shoves his tongue in Seunghyun's mouth, and Seunghyun lets him. He bites Seunghyun's lips, and Seunghyun lets him. He pushes Seunghyun into the wall, and Seunghyun lets him.
Seungri is practically drunk with power, and Seunghyun takes all of it, every push, every nip, everything. It feels so good to be in control like this.
And then the bathroom door opens and they stop with a shuddering breath.
They listen as a person walks in and goes into the stall next to theirs. They wait in a dead silence as the person takes their sweet time using the facilities. Seungri's wide eyes stare up into Seunghyun's own while his ears are somewhere else. He can tell Seunghyun is doing the same. Seungri knows any little movement or noise could easily give them away.
He hears the person meticulously wash their hands; the running water sounds to be on for at least a couple minutes. Since when did water take that long to heat up? Eventually the person leaves and a sigh escapes each of their mouths when the door closes.
"I don't think we can do this here," Seungri admits, a little crestfallen. Seunghyun makes a face.
"I can't just go out there like this." Seunghyun looks down and Seungri follows his eyes to see an impressive bulge in Seunghyun's jeans.
"What the fuck? We were just kissing!" Seungri exclaims.
"I know, but I've been thinking about you all day and maybe I warmed myself up before coming here?" Seunghyun pouts and shrugs a bit, and Seungri groans.
"Why would you--ah, fuck it."
Maybe it's a little too soon in their "relationship" for this sort of thing, but Seungri reaches down to undo Seunghyun's jeans nonetheless.
"Wait! Um, nevermind!" Seunghyun says as he swats Seungri's hands away.
"What's the problem?" Seungri asks.
Seunghyun looks at the floor. "Nothing," He says.
"Well, okay then," Seungri says as he gets right back to it, but this time Seunghyun slinks away. "What are you---?"
"Just never mind, okay," Seunghyun says. Seungri narrows his eyes.
"You were just complaining about it! I'm just trying to help," Seungri says. After a moment, he reaches back down and pauses with his fingers on the zipper. Seunghyun doesn't look at him, but doesn't try to stop him again either.
"Just don't, just don't look at it," Seunghyun says shyly. Seungri smiles to himself, practically loving how his hyung is the embarrassed one for once.
"I'll be quick," Seungri promises.
Seungri reaches down and hastily undoes Seunghyun's jeans. There is no time to be romantic about it; someone could walk in at any moment. Seungri's hand barely brushes against Seunghyun's clothed erection whilst pulling down his zipper and Seunghyun moans at the touch.
Seungri shushes him, and he can tell it's difficult for Seunghyun to contain his noises when Seungri actually grabs a hold of his dick. Seungri looks up at his face instead of down below, watching Seunghyun's brow furrow and his lower lip disappear between his teeth. It turns Seungri on knowing that he could do that to Seunghyun, but he pushes those feelings aside. This has to be business.
Seunghyun is hard and hot in his hand as Seungri works him at a fast pace, wishing he could really appreciate this particular part of Seunghyun's anatomy. But he knows they can't risk getting caught, this has to be done quickly.
Seunghyun throws his head back and gives small thrusts into Seungri's fist, tiny noises and harsh breaths escaping every now and then. Seungri continues to urge him to be quiet, but at the same time he wishes he could hear Seunghyun moan his heart out.
Seungri indulges himself a bit and slows down, just a little, just to really feel Seunghyun. He takes the time to smear a little bit of precome on his palm, to ease the slide. Seungri wishes he could revel in how sexy that is, that Seunghyun is that turned on by him.
He slows to practically a stop and finally looks down at Seunghyun's cock slowly sliding in and out of his fist. Seungri lets out a small curse as he does, impressed and a little more turned on than he should be. He knows he said he wouldn't, but the curiosity was killing him.
"Don't," Seunghyun warns. Seungri looks back up at him. He fights the feelings screaming at him from down below as he speeds up again.
"Oh god, Seungri, yes," Seunghyun murmurs and Seungri gently shushes him again, wishing that voice didn't arouse him as much as it does.
It doesn't take long for Seunghyun to come in his hand. Seungri makes sure he stops it from getting on their clothes with his palm, feeling the warmth spread on his hand as Seunghyun gasps and shudders.
Seunghyun catches his breath as he tucks himself back in his jeans. Seungri is practically doing the same. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. He grabs tissue to wipe his hands before he feels himself briefly and thanks god that he isn't hard. They couldn't be in here any longer.
"You good?" Seungri asks after it seems like Seunghyun has calmed down a bit.
"Yeah, thanks." With that Seunghyun gives him a chaste kiss. When he leans back he has the dopiest smile on his face and it makes Seungri laugh before they head for the door.
"Hey, wait. Act like you're sick. I told the others I came in here to check on you." Seunghyun says, and Seungri groans.
"Yeah, like that!" Seunghyun smiles.
"Really, hyung?" Seungri rolls his eyes and then walks out the door with a smile.
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On the plane, Seungri smiles to himself at the memory as he rests his head on Seunghyun's shoulder. Seunghyun keeps a hold of his hand on top of their shared armrest. They ignore the jokes and the giggles coming from their band mates about their closeness, too content with each other to care about anyone else.
I wrote this mainly for two reasons. one is because I never write topri from seungri's pov and two is because topri with top bottoming doesn't exist. but then it turned out super long and porny. oh god why is this so long and porny? I've never had to split a fic into two entries before. anyway, this is set in about oct 2010 if you were unsure. between the time of beautiful hangover promos and seoul tokyo musical festival. but the timeline doesn't get any more specific than that because neither of them were doing anything significant aside from seungri filming enjoy today and top going to 5849459 awards shows. also I finished this back in nov 2011 but had a hard time finding a beta. I did finally find one, but idk how to credit them which sucks because they really did an amazing job helping me! anyway, comments and critiques loved!! also a PSA: anon comments are on. so you don't have to be scared. :)