Ain't no fun (5/?)
5_재미없어
AN: even if this outfit messes up the timeline since it was only recent worn by GD, I don't really care~~ I just pretend his really young self already wore it once.
Also, I couldn't not show you guys my purikura'd version of my number one weakness. Cause baby, I roll that way.
(Take that one weakness thing seriously serious though. This picture, it kills me man. Every single time.)
WERKIT !
Jiyong refused to call it a date out-loud, but in his head, he was chanting it, on repeat. It was stupid because they did a lot of things together - these days, the group was inseparable, and Jiyong and Seunghyun even more so - but somehow, he was feeling in a particularly happy mood today, so he had decided to let himself cherish this small little event and call it a date.
Except that he wasn’t admitting that to anyone, because that was just beyond embarrassing. It was odd to him, how he was completely comfortable in the sack but somehow still found it too embarrassing to announce anything remotely emotional. It didn’t help that Seunghyun was so damned blunt about everything, not even hesitating to tell their fellow band members that they were going the movies by themselves and “no maknae, you ain’t coming along”.
Instead he just took to practically skipping his way to the theatre. Seunghyun watched him in obvious amusement, but Jiyong was too happy to feel ashamed. He was taking selcas of them together all the way there and when there were no people around, he would quickly peck the man’s lips. It was one of the pros of going to the neighbourhood cinema - there were less people around than if they were to go to the town’s centre.
It was a relatively hot night, which meant that for once, Seunghyun was not wearing a hoodie - which was blissful really, because there was the vague shadow of his chest, revealed under his shirts - instead he had a long-sleeved white shirt and a red short-sleeved shirt on over one another. It was still more layers than Jiyong preferred, but at least he wasn’t duffled in completely. And even though Jiyong really wanted to see his hyung in better fitting jeans for once, the dark blue pants he was wearing were rather perky at his behind.
It being so unbearably hot had an effect on Jiyong’s style that Seunghyun could have never predicted. The younger rapper was usually just as sloppily styled - though with total precision, always - as Seunghyun, and his clothes were usually baggy. Now though, he was wearing shorts Seunghyun had never even known existed - reaching half-way his thighs - tied with a buckle up around his waist, and a simple black tank top which was so big it revealed part of his chest. He had found an old, faded gray sweater to wear on top, and Seunghyun would be right-out lying if he said Jiyong was not the most handsome sight he had ever seen.
As Jiyong had been a trainee for so long already, he would occasionally be recognised, but with a beanie pulled over his head and sunglasses he was relatively sure no one seeing him would go and think “oh, isn’t that Kwon Jiyong over there, holding hands with a tall stranger?” and that gave him a false sense of security.
He felt on top of the world. Except that he wasn’t - at least not yet.
Whilst waiting in line they attracted some attention, for Seunghyun was possibly the biggest and tallest boy there and in all honesty, Jiyong wasn’t trying hard enough to temper his excitement.
Jiyong leaned into Seunghyun’s side and played with the rim of his black cap, before pulling back with a slight wink.
“Aish, Ji,” Seunghyun fixed his cap right again, and chuckled at the boy’s playful demeanour, “what’s up with you, it’s just a movie?”
Jiyong giggled happily, but chose not to answer. He just wanted to stand in line with his hyung and hold his hand when they walked in.
But then Seunghyun wrapped a hand comfortably around his waist, resting it atop his jutting hip, and before he could soar all the way up to cloud nine, a spiteful whisper reached him from behind: “great, the fat lard’s a fucking pansy,” and even when he felt Seunghyun’s body go rigid, the smile from the older boy’s face didn’t fade - just his eyes, which faded out like little lights.
“Excuse me?” he turned around so fast he feared he’d caused whiplash - behind them were three girls, slender and in high heels. If Jiyong wasn’t so livid, he might have admired their sense of fashion, but right now, he couldn’t care less about how well a combination the middle girl’s vest and skirt were, “What did you just say?”
“Ji,” Seunghyun tried calming him, moving his hand from hip to shoulder, “let it go.”
“The hell I will,” Jiyong spat, glaring in the girls’ way - they were obviously taken aback, though they were still acting in the same denigrating manner, looking at them with disdain, “you take a good look at this face now ladies,” he pulled off Seunghyun’s cap - the boy’s eyebrows arched beautifully and his stare intense, though a little shaken with the sudden move, “his name’s TOP and don’t you forget it, in a couple of months you’ll be wetting your fucking panties just thinking about him, you fucking sick cu-“
He was cut off rather abruptly - perhaps for the best, one girl looked between attacking his eyeball with her sharp nails or running away crying - when Seunghyun’s hand covered his mouth and he easily lifted the smaller boy up.
“What the fuck Ji?” he set the boy down as they’d turned to watch the front of the line again, and didn’t miss the way the raven glared over his shoulder.
“Well it’s the truth,” Jiyong huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “if they ever buy our album I’m gonna slap them bitches.”
Seunghyun’s hoarse laughter distracted Jiyong momentarily, and he noticed that at the sound of it, people around them stilled to listen - he had that effect, it was magic.
“I’m not joking,” Jiyong ground out, glaring one last time at the girls before they moved in line, “I’m going to fucking cut them, sick twats.”
“You’re going to hear a lot worse than that shit later on,” Seunghyun tried warning him, but Jiyong just shrugged it off.
“I can take it,” he humphed, looking for his wallet when they neared the register, “I don’t care what they say about me. They just gotta back the fuck off you.”
Seunghyun stared at him whilst he moved up to the cash register. When he took the money from his wallet, a large hand stopped him: “always treating me so well yeobo, I’ve got it.”
And this time, Jiyong did skip into the theatre, followed by a chuckling Seunghyun.
AN: awwww, look at Kwon leadah sticking up for his man <3 But who wouldn't though, can you resist this fucking poopie face ?
( Poopie face is not actually an insult... in my language I kind of use 'poepie' a lot which does really kinda mean 'poop...ie' but I mean it in a really endearing IT'S-SO-FLUFFY-IMMA-DIE way.)
YOUWANTMOAAAAAAAARYOUBETTERBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
AN: even if this outfit messes up the timeline since it was only recent worn by GD, I don't really care~~ I just pretend his really young self already wore it once.
Also, I couldn't not show you guys my purikura'd version of my number one weakness. Cause baby, I roll that way.
(Take that one weakness thing seriously serious though. This picture, it kills me man. Every single time.)
WERKIT !
Jiyong refused to call it a date out-loud, but in his head, he was chanting it, on repeat. It was stupid because they did a lot of things together - these days, the group was inseparable, and Jiyong and Seunghyun even more so - but somehow, he was feeling in a particularly happy mood today, so he had decided to let himself cherish this small little event and call it a date.
Except that he wasn’t admitting that to anyone, because that was just beyond embarrassing. It was odd to him, how he was completely comfortable in the sack but somehow still found it too embarrassing to announce anything remotely emotional. It didn’t help that Seunghyun was so damned blunt about everything, not even hesitating to tell their fellow band members that they were going the movies by themselves and “no maknae, you ain’t coming along”.
Instead he just took to practically skipping his way to the theatre. Seunghyun watched him in obvious amusement, but Jiyong was too happy to feel ashamed. He was taking selcas of them together all the way there and when there were no people around, he would quickly peck the man’s lips. It was one of the pros of going to the neighbourhood cinema - there were less people around than if they were to go to the town’s centre.
It was a relatively hot night, which meant that for once, Seunghyun was not wearing a hoodie - which was blissful really, because there was the vague shadow of his chest, revealed under his shirts - instead he had a long-sleeved white shirt and a red short-sleeved shirt on over one another. It was still more layers than Jiyong preferred, but at least he wasn’t duffled in completely. And even though Jiyong really wanted to see his hyung in better fitting jeans for once, the dark blue pants he was wearing were rather perky at his behind.
It being so unbearably hot had an effect on Jiyong’s style that Seunghyun could have never predicted. The younger rapper was usually just as sloppily styled - though with total precision, always - as Seunghyun, and his clothes were usually baggy. Now though, he was wearing shorts Seunghyun had never even known existed - reaching half-way his thighs - tied with a buckle up around his waist, and a simple black tank top which was so big it revealed part of his chest. He had found an old, faded gray sweater to wear on top, and Seunghyun would be right-out lying if he said Jiyong was not the most handsome sight he had ever seen.
As Jiyong had been a trainee for so long already, he would occasionally be recognised, but with a beanie pulled over his head and sunglasses he was relatively sure no one seeing him would go and think “oh, isn’t that Kwon Jiyong over there, holding hands with a tall stranger?” and that gave him a false sense of security.
He felt on top of the world. Except that he wasn’t - at least not yet.
Whilst waiting in line they attracted some attention, for Seunghyun was possibly the biggest and tallest boy there and in all honesty, Jiyong wasn’t trying hard enough to temper his excitement.
Jiyong leaned into Seunghyun’s side and played with the rim of his black cap, before pulling back with a slight wink.
“Aish, Ji,” Seunghyun fixed his cap right again, and chuckled at the boy’s playful demeanour, “what’s up with you, it’s just a movie?”
Jiyong giggled happily, but chose not to answer. He just wanted to stand in line with his hyung and hold his hand when they walked in.
But then Seunghyun wrapped a hand comfortably around his waist, resting it atop his jutting hip, and before he could soar all the way up to cloud nine, a spiteful whisper reached him from behind: “great, the fat lard’s a fucking pansy,” and even when he felt Seunghyun’s body go rigid, the smile from the older boy’s face didn’t fade - just his eyes, which faded out like little lights.
“Excuse me?” he turned around so fast he feared he’d caused whiplash - behind them were three girls, slender and in high heels. If Jiyong wasn’t so livid, he might have admired their sense of fashion, but right now, he couldn’t care less about how well a combination the middle girl’s vest and skirt were, “What did you just say?”
“Ji,” Seunghyun tried calming him, moving his hand from hip to shoulder, “let it go.”
“The hell I will,” Jiyong spat, glaring in the girls’ way - they were obviously taken aback, though they were still acting in the same denigrating manner, looking at them with disdain, “you take a good look at this face now ladies,” he pulled off Seunghyun’s cap - the boy’s eyebrows arched beautifully and his stare intense, though a little shaken with the sudden move, “his name’s TOP and don’t you forget it, in a couple of months you’ll be wetting your fucking panties just thinking about him, you fucking sick cu-“
He was cut off rather abruptly - perhaps for the best, one girl looked between attacking his eyeball with her sharp nails or running away crying - when Seunghyun’s hand covered his mouth and he easily lifted the smaller boy up.
“What the fuck Ji?” he set the boy down as they’d turned to watch the front of the line again, and didn’t miss the way the raven glared over his shoulder.
“Well it’s the truth,” Jiyong huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “if they ever buy our album I’m gonna slap them bitches.”
Seunghyun’s hoarse laughter distracted Jiyong momentarily, and he noticed that at the sound of it, people around them stilled to listen - he had that effect, it was magic.
“I’m not joking,” Jiyong ground out, glaring one last time at the girls before they moved in line, “I’m going to fucking cut them, sick twats.”
“You’re going to hear a lot worse than that shit later on,” Seunghyun tried warning him, but Jiyong just shrugged it off.
“I can take it,” he humphed, looking for his wallet when they neared the register, “I don’t care what they say about me. They just gotta back the fuck off you.”
Seunghyun stared at him whilst he moved up to the cash register. When he took the money from his wallet, a large hand stopped him: “always treating me so well yeobo, I’ve got it.”
And this time, Jiyong did skip into the theatre, followed by a chuckling Seunghyun.
AN: awwww, look at Kwon leadah sticking up for his man <3 But who wouldn't though, can you resist this fucking poopie face ?
( Poopie face is not actually an insult... in my language I kind of use 'poepie' a lot which does really kinda mean 'poop...ie' but I mean it in a really endearing IT'S-SO-FLUFFY-IMMA-DIE way.)
YOUWANTMOAAAAAAAARYOUBETTERBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG